Sev Confers' true form. From "a Hole in the Darkness."
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Friday, March 18, 2016
Mrs. Adleson chapter three
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by Eelun Phetmoore
Warning!!! Extreme sexual content!!!
It's been over a month since the night with Mrs. Adleson. I've had moments when I've doubted it even happened, that I dreamed it all, then I pull out the note, the one she left me with one word,"MINE." It even has her scent on it which drives me wild. I get so excited when I think about her and that's most of the time.
I wonder if I was just a passing fancy or she was just needing to get something out of her system. Maybe I was her version of a midlife crisis. Maybe she wishes it never happened.
Her husband is a great guy. I've always liked him. I feel like a real douche when I think about it, but I know if I get another chance to be with her again I'll do it in a heartbeat.
Maybe he found out? Surely he would say something or whip my ass. Hell, I would let him. I deserve it.
I've been in her neighborhood a couple of times since then, visiting my parents, but haven't seen either of them. It's not from lack of trying. I sit in Mom and Dad's living room staring out the window that faces the Adleson's house and...nothing.
I don't drive by there unless I'm going to my parents because if she is watching I don't want to seem stalkerish.
Mrs. Adleson really affected me. I mean I've always been enamored with her, but now it's something different, something more. That night I became hers, her property and normally I would take offense to that, but not in this case. Hell, every time it rains I think about her even more.
I know I'll never be able to have Mrs. Adleson, not in the normal or permanent sense of the word, but I'm hers and it makes me happy to know it. It also drives me insane going this long without seeing or hearing from her, but well worth the wait.
One day I'll be with someone else and hopefully happy, but no matter what I'll smile when I think about my time with Mrs. Adleson.
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A few days pass and Mom calls letting me know Dad's brother will be coming to town the following weekend and they want me to come to their house to have dinner with them. It's my favorite uncle and I haven't seen him or his wife in years. I look forward to it not only because of that, but it might be a distraction considering I can't stop thinking about Mrs. Adleson.
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Saturday arrives. Still haven't heard a peep from Mrs. Adleson. I was hoping this would help take my mind off her but I know the whole time I'm there I'll be checking the front window for her or be thinking of ways to bring her up in conversations without raising suspicions. I shave and take a shower. My family is kind of old-school so I put on a nice shirt and tie. I even got haircut earlier today.
I get in the car and head to their house. When I get there, I drive around the block a couple of times to catch a glimpse of Mrs. Adleson...nothing, her lights aren't even on. I wonder if they went on vacation or had an emergency. Finally giving up, I pull into Mom and Dad's driveway, sit there for awhile, then go the door. It's obvious they have company. The house is lit up like a Christmas tree and there's a strange car out front, my uncle's of course.
I usually just walk in, but since tonight is special, I knock. Soon, I see my mother's shrinking shadow from the kitchen light on the drapes in the front door as she makes her way to open it. Letting me in, I'm immediately greeted by the smell of home cooking, laughter in the background, and a hug and kiss from Mom. She stands back and says, "Don't you look nice. You cut your hair," as she straightens my tie.
"Everyone is in the kitchen," and she leads the way excited.
My uncle meets in the kitchen doorway, gives me a strong handshake then bear hugs me. He's a huge man but as friendly as they come. Wearing a pinstripe suit he looks like a crime boss. His wife, my aunt, steps out from behind him giving me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. She's so tiny next to him, a cute little spit-fire.
I see Dad at the oven making cornbread. Mom cooks everything but the cornbread, that's his specialty. He turns and greets me and says "Everyone come to the table. It's ready," Mom joins him and starts bringing piping hot dishes of food.
Uncle Lester turns, giving me the first full view of the table and my stomach switches places with my lungs. Mrs. Adleson is sitting at the table with her husband.
I don't know if I'm happy or terrified, have butterflies or about to throw up, but she seems unaffected. Same old Mrs. Adleson like she was before the night of the storm. Wearing another one of her flowerdy dresses that she makes look sexy and innocent at the same time. She sits smiling at everyone, only briefly looking my direction being polite.
I don't realize until everyone is looking at me that I'm the only person standing. I rush to the table embarrassed more than I should be and freeze. The only chair left is beside Mrs. Adleson.
She smiles, no innuendos, no hidden meaning that I can pick up on, just a friendly smile. I pull the chair out and sit, almost falling.
"Are you okay Sebastian?" she asks as innocent as ever.
"Yes, I haven't eaten yet today so I'm a little lightheaded," I lie.
"Why on earth have you not eaten today?" my mother asks.
"Because I wanted to save room for your cooking," trying to sound convincing.
"You know you can eat here anytime you want," mother scolds.
"Now Jean, he's probably too busy with his girlfriend's to eat Mom's cooking every night," Mrs. Adleson says to my mom, giving her a sly grin.
I turn to her too quickly. At least it seems that way to me, but no one seems to notice. She politely smiles at me, then turns to my mom.
"Do you have a girlfriend or girlfriend's Sebastian?" Mom asks almost worried.
I'm sure he does, and the more the merrier, at least until he get’s married," Dad chimes in.
Everyone is looking at me now like I should say something.
"I'm not really dating lately," I say rather embarrassingly. No reaction from Mrs. Adleson.
Eventually the subject is dropped to my relief and moves on to other things, many of which I don't have a clue of because my mind is racing. I wonder what Mrs. Adleson is thinking, is she still interested in me, has she moved on to someone else, does she feel guilty and recommitting herself to Mr. Adleson, is she wearing panties, if so what color, is she wet....
I suddenly become aware of the silence and coming out of my thoughts, and notice everyone is staring at me again as if waiting for a response."What?" I say confused.
"Are you okay? You seem distracted," my mom asks.
"I'm fine Mom," I state imaginatively.
My mother would normally pursue this until her doubts were satisfied, but in front of the quests she lets it drop. We finish the main course and move on to the side dishes through the lull of small talk. Mom is in a conversation with Mr. and Mrs. Adleson and Dad is carrying on with Lester.
Mrs. Adleson is uncanny and frustrating. Acting like nothing has happened. Maybe it's part of an act so that we can carry on with our affair, I hope very positively.
She drops her fork on the floor. "Could you pick that up for me Sebastian? she asks with a sweet smile.
"Sure thing," I say, scooting my chair back, pulling up the tablecloth and bending underneath. When I reach for it she kicks it away from me so I have to get on my hands and knees to get it. When I pick it up her bare foot touches my neck and I turn almost knocking my head under the table. She has her dress hiked up over her mound, panties pulled to the side, and one finger rubbing her clit, already dripping on to the chair. The wet sound is intoxicating.
I have no idea how long I've been under here and want to stay, but I have to get back to my chair before anyone looks under here to see what I'm doing. She brushes her toe across my lips, I can't resist taking it into my mouth and tasting it, then she releases me.
Sitting next to her again, I know I'm flush, but no one comments. Uncle Lester is telling a childhood story about him and Dad, very loudly, and everyone is laughing.
I can hear the very faint sounds of Mrs Adleson steadily rubbing her clit. You wouldn't know it by her face. She is engaged in the conversation, alert and laughing. Her arm and breasts barely moving, not enough for anyone to notice.
Her leg brushes against mine and I glance at her face, smiling as she stealthily takes a whole carrot from her plate, it disappears under the table. She laughs at something my uncle says, then shudders when I assume she slides it inside her. When no one's looking she places it on my plate, shiny with her juices.
Her hand appears on my thigh and squeezes. She boldly looks deep into my eyes hungrily not caring who sees.
If I don't take the carrot from my plate she will give us away. Her stare is unwavering. She's showing me I'm hers. I'm her property and she can control me anytime she wants. Her other hand is still working her pussy. When I hesitate she speeds up her playing and let's out a moan loud enough for everyone to hear. The table grows silent, all focused on Mrs. Adleson as she follows the moan with a cough and says "pardon me," with an embarrassed smile.
I grab the carrot and put it in my mouth as the conversation begins where it left off, no strange looks, she pulled it off.
It's not that I don't want her pussy coated produce, but I'm put off by my family being so near. She has let me know this is her game and I better play ball. Even though if we had been caught just now, she would have been the one to look the most guilty, she knows it would be over for us and I won't take that chance. I'm completely enamored with her. I hope she never asks me to rob a bank or kill anybody. I never would've dreamed before the fateful night of the storm, Mrs. Adleson would have such control of me.
I can smell and taste her sweet nectar. When I place the last bite in my mouth I look again in her eyes. Her expression is almost one of pain. I notice her feint gyrations are much faster...oh gawd, she's about to cum right here at the table in front of everyone, and no one has a clue, not even her husband sitting next to her. He's talking to my Dad about an old fishing story. Everyone else is listening to my uncle go on when Mrs. Adleson grips my leg hard, shudders, turns red, then sinks in her chair exhaling. With a look of relief, she straightens back up, smiling at me.
Placing something in my hand under the tablecloth, she looks at my mother and says "May I be excused? I need to freshen up," leaving for the bathroom when my mother acknowledges her.
Keeping my hand in my lap I look to see what she gave me. Oh sweet hell, it's her panties and they're dripping wet. I turn to look at her empty chair, she left me a creamy puddle. It looks like she tried to clean it, but left some in haste without realizing.
Grabbing some paper towels I drop another fork in the floor so I can clean everything before it gets noticed. Not being able to resist I run two fingers over the chair then suck them dry. Damn, I'm hard as rock right now.
I realize what a deviant I've become when instead of throwing the paper towels away, I shove them in my pocket with her damp panties. Deviant, I remember the last time I was called that. It was by Mrs. Adleson and apparently she's right, but it was by her own creation.
Everyone is ready for dessert, but my mother won't serve it until Mrs. Adleson comes back. When she does, she has a really big smile on her face.
"What has gotten into you? You're beaming," Mom asks her.
"I'm just glad to be here. I'm having a really good time," glancing at me.
"I'm so glad you are. Lord knows you need to get out more," my Mom tells her.
"You know how hard it is to get him out of the house? About the only places he'll go is here, the hardware store, and the lake," Mrs. Adleson jesters to her husband.
"You need to start doing some thing's without him then," Mom advises her.
"Oh, I have been," as she pats my crotch, unseen. She wasn't expecting my hardness and cuts me a devilish look as she gives it a squeeze.
After dessert Mrs. Adleson tells my mother she's going to start the dishes. They go through the rehearsed argument to the letter with Mrs. Adleson winning as always.
Everyone retreats to the living room except my mother which tidies up in the dining room.
I decide to take advantage of what might be my only opportunity to speak with Mrs. Adleson alone, so I volunteer to help with dishes.
I join her at the sink. She's wearing an apron and looks happy to see me. I have to be careful what I say because my mom is in and out of here bringing dishes to the sink. I can hear the TV come on down the hallway and Mom has just left us alone.
"I've missed you, you know," I admit.
"You need to put this on," she hands me an apron.
"Dammit, I've missed you," I mindlessly put it on while she continues washing dishes.
"Such language, and in your parents house," never taking her eyes off the dishes.
"I'm serious, you're making me crazy," raising my voice a little.
"Watch your tone Sebastian. This is not the time or place. I've pushed our luck enough without you announcing it to everyone," grabbing my crotch through the apron hard enough to let me know she means business. She suddenly lets go when my mother comes in with some silverware to be cleaned, drops them in the sink with a grin then leaves.
Her power over me is incredible, without a second thought I instinctively do as she says and lower my voice.
"Just curious why I haven't seen or heard from you in a month Mrs. Adleson," I say in a hushed tone.
"You know, you're not the only one that feels they're going crazy," she says quietly.
"Really? Because it seems like you're the one holding all the cards, making all the rules," trying not to sound too demanding.
"Holding all the cards, really? Why do you think I've been staying away from you when I want nothing more than to see you?"
"Then why have you not contacted me?" I ask.
"Have you not noticed I've acted differently around you since that fateful day you showed me your hard cock?"
"Of course, but you're the one in control, the one making the rules," making my point.
"You think I'm in control? I haven't been in control of myself around you since that day. I really lost it when I saw you in my window stroking that magnificent member of yours. The next thing I know, I'm breaking into your house, drugging and tying you to a chair. Does that seem like control to you? Does that seem like anything I would've considered doing before that night?" Her eyes look desperate.
"You drugged me?" I ask astounded.
Ignoring my question she replies, "I stayed away from you because I didn't know what I would do around you. When I'm with you I have no inhibitions or fear. I take what I want when I want it and if I don't it's only because I'm exerting so much energy on self control it's exhausting. Like right now for instance, I'm so incredibly tempted to fuck you right now in your Mom's kitchen. I can't think of anything else. The only reason I came here tonight is because I had to see you and thought I would behave because your family would be here, but instead there's this...," lifting her dress up to her knee, she raises her calf into the light. It's wet.
"That’s right Sebastian, I'm soaking. It's dripping all the way down my legs. Am I in control? I don't think so.
"I'm so sorry. I had no idea. I thought this was something you've done before," suppressing a proud grin and feeling like an ass.
"No, I've never done anything like this. I've always wanted to cut loose, but was too embarrassed and no one I wanted to do it with," she says while sculpting the soap suds in the sink.
She looks so young and innocent at the moment, in such dark contrast to the new Mrs. Adleson I've become so infatuated with of late. I reach for a stray hair to pull away from her eye.
"Did I give you permission to touch me?" grabbing my hand and pinning it against my chest, she pushes me backwards with it to the opposite counter by the refrigerator. Opening the door and shoving me behind it, she pulls my apron up and unzips my pants.
"Even with me warning you, you push me. You must be as crazy as me, because you're begging for this," as she pulls my dick into view.
"Pull my hair if someone comes in," getting on her knees and sliding my hardening cock into her mouth.
"Are you fucking insane!" as I frantically scan the kitchen.
Pulling my dick out of her mouth she says "Don't speak unless I tell you to. Do it again and I will strip off completely and won't stop until you cum, no matter who walks in," she slides it back in her mouth.
Scared shitless, but also completely turned on, I comply. Her mouth is so wet and soft. She spits on the head, wraps both hands around it and strokes it hard, only taking them off to deepthroat it all the way to the base. Alternating between stroking it and fucking it with her mouth.
She has a little more trouble with it when I get rock hard, which doesn't take very long, but she compensates. Damn, it feels good.
I keep expecting my mother or someone else to walk in. I don't know if Mrs. Adleson will stop even if they do.
Pumping and sliding, faster and faster, I can feel her spit dripping from my balls. I'm so close to cumming. Looking down at her, watching my dick slide in and out of her mouth, I feel like the luckiest man in the world. She's truly the sexiest and most beautiful woman I've ever seen. I've thought so since I was a kid and now here I am with my cock in her mouth in my parents kitchen.
"You better stop...I'm about to cum," I say between breaths.
She grabs my ass and pulls me in her mouth harder. Just as I'm about to cum my mom walks back in. I reflexively push Mrs. Adleson off me and she falls backwards. I cover my dick with the apron and barely catch her head before it hits the floor.
"What are you doing?" my mother says, turning towards us just I catch her.
"We were putting leftovers away and Mrs. Adleson slipped and almost fell. I think the floor got a little wet," I say.
"Oh my goodness. Are you okay Margery?" Mom rushes over.
I notice the large amount of spit on Mrs. Adleson's chin and neck. I wipe it off as inconspicuously as I can before Mom notices.
"Yes, I'm fine Jean. Sebastian caught me in just a nick of time," Mrs Adleson responds.
"Help her up Sebastian," Mom grabs her other arm.
As we are helping her up, Mrs Adleson snakes her hand under my apron and grabs my cock firmly. I look at her in shock and she smiles, letting go just before we get her upright.
Mom, didn't notice anything. She's usually very perceptive, but has tunnel vision when it comes to me. She always thinks the best of me, Dad’s the same way.
"I really appreciate you two cleaning the kitchen, but I'll get the rest before I go to bed," Mom tells us. She insists just as we are about to disagree with her, “You need to visit your uncle anyway. It may be another year before you see him again," taking us by the hands, she leads us in the living room where everyone is gathered watching television. Mom, sits in her chair by Dad's, Mrs. Adleson joins her husband on the couch and I sit on the rolling chair by the desk, because that's all that's left.
There's several different conversations going and no one seems very interested in anything on the television. I actually stop thinking so much about Mrs. Adleson and get caught with my uncle on everything we've been doing since I last saw him.
My mom suggests we watch a movie. Everyone agrees and when we all pick one, Dad starts it. Unfortunately, it's one I've seen and ten minutes or so into it my mind wonders back to Mrs. Adleson.
The only light in the room is coming from a small lamp and the glow from the television. I casually turn in her direction. She’s sitting next to Mr. Adleson, who is very much concentrating on the movie. It's hard to make out her face in the dim light, but it looks like she's staring at me. I turn my attention back to the movie, but my eyes eventually migrate back to her. She has her dress angled just right in the front so I can see her shaved pussy and lowers it before anyone else see's.
A quarter of the way into the movie Mrs. Adleson whispers to her husband then gets up and exits the living room. I assume she's going to the bathroom just as my phone starts buzzing.
I answer it quietly.
"Tell your family you have to take this call outside, go, then come to the bathroom window," Mrs. Adleson hangs up.
OMG! I can't believe she just called me. She must have dialed me in the hallway because I could hear the bathroom door close on the phone. That devious woman is always plotting.
"I have to take this," I tell everyone, keeping the phone to my ear as I head outside, slamming the door in my haste. I trip over the hedge in the darkness, turning the corner of the house excited. I know what's about to happen and I can't wait. There's no one in the world I would rather be with and I'm seconds away from her touch.
The bathroom window is pitch dark, but open. She probably doesn't want to chance the neighbors seeing me crawl in my parents bathroom window. Her hand shoots from the darkness when I draw close enough, grabbing me by the front of my shirt as I climb through. She helps me and shuts the window, followed by the blinds.
"We are going to have to be quick so we don't draw any attention to our absence," she says, turning on the light. She's naked, her dress and bra are on the floor as if thrown there in a hurry. She's beautiful, her curvy figure with milky smooth skin. Her full breast gently sway with each movement.
"Wouldn't it be faster if I just pull my pants down?" I ask, thinking only of the task at hand.
"I've been fantasizing about you since I was last with you. Seeing you so close and not being able to have all evening has driven me insane. I want to look at you while I'm fucking you, all of you," as she pulls down my underwear.
She pushes me to a sitting position on the toilet. Spreading her legs and stepping over me, grasps my cock and lowers herself on me.
Her wet lips open and suck me in like a hungry predator that hasn't eaten in days. Another push and I'm all the way inside her. After just two thrusts she stiffens, bites down hard on my neck, her pussy clamps, then opens up, exploding it's hot lotion all over my dick and thighs.
She doesn't stop for even a second and keeps pounding. She's like a wild animal in heat. "As soon as you're ready to cum, do it. Don't hold out. We have to hurry, but tell me first so I can swallow all the evidence," as she grabs the back of my neck, pressing her large breasts into my face, and pounding me harder.
"Hurry Sebastian. Give me my hot cream. I need it now," as her pussy splashes my stomach with each thrusts.
"Mrs. Adleson...," I say between breaths.
"Yes Baby?" She answers excitedly.
"I'm about to," I begin trembling.
"Yes Baby...good Baby," she says, really hammering me for my cum.
I tighten up about to let go and she slides off of me, grasping my cock, she glides it in her mouth as I erupt. Her throat contracts with each burst as she swallows my load. Unlike last time, she takes it all, leaving only a drop running down her chin as she pulls it out of her mouth.
"We need to hurry. We've been in here longer than it seems," she stops me from getting up as she washes my cock with a warm rag. When she's done she rinses it then cleans herself. Rinsing it again she rings it out and drops it in her purse.
Bending over she picks her bra up, slips it on and fastens it in the back, then checking it in the mirror as she turns back and forth. So beautiful she is, standing there oblivious to my ogling. Wearing nothing but a tight black bra, a stark contrast to her bare pussy and round ass...simply breathtaking.
"Mmmm...I needed that. I feel much better," reaching down and picking up her dress. She turns around and immediately gets angry, "What are you doing? You aren't even dressed yet!" as she runs and starts dressing me.
As she finishes tying my tie, I quickly kiss her on the mouth. Turning a little red and trying to hide an embarrassed grin she pushes me and says, "Remember you have to use the window. Wait five minutes before you come back in. I'll see you in a few,” she says, spraying air freshener.
I mill around the bushes checking the time until five minutes on the dot. I open the front door, pretending to be wrapping up a cell conversation.
Checking the time as I set back on the couch and think, that only took ten minutes plus the five I killed outside. Ten minutes I'll never forget. Scanning the room to see if we committed the perfect crime, Mom and Dad are fast asleep in their chairs, they never make it through a movie. Mr. Adleson is asleep too. Uncle Lester is tapping away on his phone. His wife Gloria is the only one watching the movie and she seems quite enraptured. Mrs. Adleson is looking at the movie, but her mind has traveled back in time fifteen or more minutes ago possibly, she's smiling.
I can't stop staring at her and thinking I was just inside her. My dick is still wet from her. I just saw her beautiful nude body a few minutes ago. It seems so surreal to me. I continue to smile through to the end of the movie.
Mr. and Mrs. Adleson are the first to leave. Mrs. Adleson gives me a quick smile from across the room as she heads out the door being towed by her husband which I assume is ready to go to sleep.
I say my goodbyes, saving my uncle for last. He volunteers to walk me out.
"I'm going to give you some advice Seb. Either be more careful or cut her off," Uncle Lester says deadly serious.
"What?" I say confused.
"You and Margery. Your family wears blinders most of the time, especially when it comes to you. If you're not more careful, they're gonna wake up one day and you'll break their hearts, and its gonna hurt you to hurt them," his hulking form looms over me.
"I know. I can't stop, but I'll try to be more careful," looking at the sidewalk in front of my feet.
"Listen Seb, I'm not chiding you. Just giving you some friendly advice and letting you know you're not being nearly as incognito as you might think. I'm not even blaming you. Margery is a beautiful woman. I don't know what she ever saw in Louis, hell, I guess he's nice and all and he was probably better looking to her back in the day...shit, I'm getting off track. I've been in your shoes. You know it. That's why I'm not with your Aunt Cympy anymore. I cheated on her and got caught. It brought a lot of shame on this family and I have to live with it everyday. You get caught here it could play out worse. Mrs. Adleson is one of your parents best friends and has been for years.
"I would be lying if I said I was going to stop seeing her." I admit.
"I've seen how you’ve looked at that woman ever since you were a kid, I know. Just be careful. If no one finds out, no one gets hurt."
My Uncle has always been on the strange side and that may be why I've always been so close to him. I think about asking him if he has ties to the mob as usual, but instead give him a hug.
He gives me a hug that lifts me off the sidewalk then he drops me, telling me, "I love you Seb. I just want you to be happy. I'll see you next time.
I sit in the car for a moment, turn the ignition and back out onto the street. Giving Mrs. Adleson's house one last glance before I leave. Holy Shit...her drapes are open in the front window and I see her silhouette waving at me. She's watching me leave.
I drive a block down the road into a vacant lot. My parents own it, but don't pay much attention to it. There's an old storage building there and I park my car behind it.
I have to have her one more time...tonight.
I run to Mrs. Adleson as fast as I can.
to be continued...
by Eelun Phetmoore
Warning!!! Extreme sexual content!!!
It's been over a month since the night with Mrs. Adleson. I've had moments when I've doubted it even happened, that I dreamed it all, then I pull out the note, the one she left me with one word,"MINE." It even has her scent on it which drives me wild. I get so excited when I think about her and that's most of the time.
I wonder if I was just a passing fancy or she was just needing to get something out of her system. Maybe I was her version of a midlife crisis. Maybe she wishes it never happened.
Her husband is a great guy. I've always liked him. I feel like a real douche when I think about it, but I know if I get another chance to be with her again I'll do it in a heartbeat.
Maybe he found out? Surely he would say something or whip my ass. Hell, I would let him. I deserve it.
I've been in her neighborhood a couple of times since then, visiting my parents, but haven't seen either of them. It's not from lack of trying. I sit in Mom and Dad's living room staring out the window that faces the Adleson's house and...nothing.
I don't drive by there unless I'm going to my parents because if she is watching I don't want to seem stalkerish.
Mrs. Adleson really affected me. I mean I've always been enamored with her, but now it's something different, something more. That night I became hers, her property and normally I would take offense to that, but not in this case. Hell, every time it rains I think about her even more.
I know I'll never be able to have Mrs. Adleson, not in the normal or permanent sense of the word, but I'm hers and it makes me happy to know it. It also drives me insane going this long without seeing or hearing from her, but well worth the wait.
One day I'll be with someone else and hopefully happy, but no matter what I'll smile when I think about my time with Mrs. Adleson.
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A few days pass and Mom calls letting me know Dad's brother will be coming to town the following weekend and they want me to come to their house to have dinner with them. It's my favorite uncle and I haven't seen him or his wife in years. I look forward to it not only because of that, but it might be a distraction considering I can't stop thinking about Mrs. Adleson.
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Saturday arrives. Still haven't heard a peep from Mrs. Adleson. I was hoping this would help take my mind off her but I know the whole time I'm there I'll be checking the front window for her or be thinking of ways to bring her up in conversations without raising suspicions. I shave and take a shower. My family is kind of old-school so I put on a nice shirt and tie. I even got haircut earlier today.
I get in the car and head to their house. When I get there, I drive around the block a couple of times to catch a glimpse of Mrs. Adleson...nothing, her lights aren't even on. I wonder if they went on vacation or had an emergency. Finally giving up, I pull into Mom and Dad's driveway, sit there for awhile, then go the door. It's obvious they have company. The house is lit up like a Christmas tree and there's a strange car out front, my uncle's of course.
I usually just walk in, but since tonight is special, I knock. Soon, I see my mother's shrinking shadow from the kitchen light on the drapes in the front door as she makes her way to open it. Letting me in, I'm immediately greeted by the smell of home cooking, laughter in the background, and a hug and kiss from Mom. She stands back and says, "Don't you look nice. You cut your hair," as she straightens my tie.
"Everyone is in the kitchen," and she leads the way excited.
My uncle meets in the kitchen doorway, gives me a strong handshake then bear hugs me. He's a huge man but as friendly as they come. Wearing a pinstripe suit he looks like a crime boss. His wife, my aunt, steps out from behind him giving me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. She's so tiny next to him, a cute little spit-fire.
I see Dad at the oven making cornbread. Mom cooks everything but the cornbread, that's his specialty. He turns and greets me and says "Everyone come to the table. It's ready," Mom joins him and starts bringing piping hot dishes of food.
Uncle Lester turns, giving me the first full view of the table and my stomach switches places with my lungs. Mrs. Adleson is sitting at the table with her husband.
I don't know if I'm happy or terrified, have butterflies or about to throw up, but she seems unaffected. Same old Mrs. Adleson like she was before the night of the storm. Wearing another one of her flowerdy dresses that she makes look sexy and innocent at the same time. She sits smiling at everyone, only briefly looking my direction being polite.
I don't realize until everyone is looking at me that I'm the only person standing. I rush to the table embarrassed more than I should be and freeze. The only chair left is beside Mrs. Adleson.
She smiles, no innuendos, no hidden meaning that I can pick up on, just a friendly smile. I pull the chair out and sit, almost falling.
"Are you okay Sebastian?" she asks as innocent as ever.
"Yes, I haven't eaten yet today so I'm a little lightheaded," I lie.
"Why on earth have you not eaten today?" my mother asks.
"Because I wanted to save room for your cooking," trying to sound convincing.
"You know you can eat here anytime you want," mother scolds.
"Now Jean, he's probably too busy with his girlfriend's to eat Mom's cooking every night," Mrs. Adleson says to my mom, giving her a sly grin.
I turn to her too quickly. At least it seems that way to me, but no one seems to notice. She politely smiles at me, then turns to my mom.
"Do you have a girlfriend or girlfriend's Sebastian?" Mom asks almost worried.
I'm sure he does, and the more the merrier, at least until he get’s married," Dad chimes in.
Everyone is looking at me now like I should say something.
"I'm not really dating lately," I say rather embarrassingly. No reaction from Mrs. Adleson.
Eventually the subject is dropped to my relief and moves on to other things, many of which I don't have a clue of because my mind is racing. I wonder what Mrs. Adleson is thinking, is she still interested in me, has she moved on to someone else, does she feel guilty and recommitting herself to Mr. Adleson, is she wearing panties, if so what color, is she wet....
I suddenly become aware of the silence and coming out of my thoughts, and notice everyone is staring at me again as if waiting for a response."What?" I say confused.
"Are you okay? You seem distracted," my mom asks.
"I'm fine Mom," I state imaginatively.
My mother would normally pursue this until her doubts were satisfied, but in front of the quests she lets it drop. We finish the main course and move on to the side dishes through the lull of small talk. Mom is in a conversation with Mr. and Mrs. Adleson and Dad is carrying on with Lester.
Mrs. Adleson is uncanny and frustrating. Acting like nothing has happened. Maybe it's part of an act so that we can carry on with our affair, I hope very positively.
She drops her fork on the floor. "Could you pick that up for me Sebastian? she asks with a sweet smile.
"Sure thing," I say, scooting my chair back, pulling up the tablecloth and bending underneath. When I reach for it she kicks it away from me so I have to get on my hands and knees to get it. When I pick it up her bare foot touches my neck and I turn almost knocking my head under the table. She has her dress hiked up over her mound, panties pulled to the side, and one finger rubbing her clit, already dripping on to the chair. The wet sound is intoxicating.
I have no idea how long I've been under here and want to stay, but I have to get back to my chair before anyone looks under here to see what I'm doing. She brushes her toe across my lips, I can't resist taking it into my mouth and tasting it, then she releases me.
Sitting next to her again, I know I'm flush, but no one comments. Uncle Lester is telling a childhood story about him and Dad, very loudly, and everyone is laughing.
I can hear the very faint sounds of Mrs Adleson steadily rubbing her clit. You wouldn't know it by her face. She is engaged in the conversation, alert and laughing. Her arm and breasts barely moving, not enough for anyone to notice.
Her leg brushes against mine and I glance at her face, smiling as she stealthily takes a whole carrot from her plate, it disappears under the table. She laughs at something my uncle says, then shudders when I assume she slides it inside her. When no one's looking she places it on my plate, shiny with her juices.
Her hand appears on my thigh and squeezes. She boldly looks deep into my eyes hungrily not caring who sees.
If I don't take the carrot from my plate she will give us away. Her stare is unwavering. She's showing me I'm hers. I'm her property and she can control me anytime she wants. Her other hand is still working her pussy. When I hesitate she speeds up her playing and let's out a moan loud enough for everyone to hear. The table grows silent, all focused on Mrs. Adleson as she follows the moan with a cough and says "pardon me," with an embarrassed smile.
I grab the carrot and put it in my mouth as the conversation begins where it left off, no strange looks, she pulled it off.
It's not that I don't want her pussy coated produce, but I'm put off by my family being so near. She has let me know this is her game and I better play ball. Even though if we had been caught just now, she would have been the one to look the most guilty, she knows it would be over for us and I won't take that chance. I'm completely enamored with her. I hope she never asks me to rob a bank or kill anybody. I never would've dreamed before the fateful night of the storm, Mrs. Adleson would have such control of me.
I can smell and taste her sweet nectar. When I place the last bite in my mouth I look again in her eyes. Her expression is almost one of pain. I notice her feint gyrations are much faster...oh gawd, she's about to cum right here at the table in front of everyone, and no one has a clue, not even her husband sitting next to her. He's talking to my Dad about an old fishing story. Everyone else is listening to my uncle go on when Mrs. Adleson grips my leg hard, shudders, turns red, then sinks in her chair exhaling. With a look of relief, she straightens back up, smiling at me.
Placing something in my hand under the tablecloth, she looks at my mother and says "May I be excused? I need to freshen up," leaving for the bathroom when my mother acknowledges her.
Keeping my hand in my lap I look to see what she gave me. Oh sweet hell, it's her panties and they're dripping wet. I turn to look at her empty chair, she left me a creamy puddle. It looks like she tried to clean it, but left some in haste without realizing.
Grabbing some paper towels I drop another fork in the floor so I can clean everything before it gets noticed. Not being able to resist I run two fingers over the chair then suck them dry. Damn, I'm hard as rock right now.
I realize what a deviant I've become when instead of throwing the paper towels away, I shove them in my pocket with her damp panties. Deviant, I remember the last time I was called that. It was by Mrs. Adleson and apparently she's right, but it was by her own creation.
Everyone is ready for dessert, but my mother won't serve it until Mrs. Adleson comes back. When she does, she has a really big smile on her face.
"What has gotten into you? You're beaming," Mom asks her.
"I'm just glad to be here. I'm having a really good time," glancing at me.
"I'm so glad you are. Lord knows you need to get out more," my Mom tells her.
"You know how hard it is to get him out of the house? About the only places he'll go is here, the hardware store, and the lake," Mrs. Adleson jesters to her husband.
"You need to start doing some thing's without him then," Mom advises her.
"Oh, I have been," as she pats my crotch, unseen. She wasn't expecting my hardness and cuts me a devilish look as she gives it a squeeze.
After dessert Mrs. Adleson tells my mother she's going to start the dishes. They go through the rehearsed argument to the letter with Mrs. Adleson winning as always.
Everyone retreats to the living room except my mother which tidies up in the dining room.
I decide to take advantage of what might be my only opportunity to speak with Mrs. Adleson alone, so I volunteer to help with dishes.
I join her at the sink. She's wearing an apron and looks happy to see me. I have to be careful what I say because my mom is in and out of here bringing dishes to the sink. I can hear the TV come on down the hallway and Mom has just left us alone.
"I've missed you, you know," I admit.
"You need to put this on," she hands me an apron.
"Dammit, I've missed you," I mindlessly put it on while she continues washing dishes.
"Such language, and in your parents house," never taking her eyes off the dishes.
"I'm serious, you're making me crazy," raising my voice a little.
"Watch your tone Sebastian. This is not the time or place. I've pushed our luck enough without you announcing it to everyone," grabbing my crotch through the apron hard enough to let me know she means business. She suddenly lets go when my mother comes in with some silverware to be cleaned, drops them in the sink with a grin then leaves.
Her power over me is incredible, without a second thought I instinctively do as she says and lower my voice.
"Just curious why I haven't seen or heard from you in a month Mrs. Adleson," I say in a hushed tone.
"You know, you're not the only one that feels they're going crazy," she says quietly.
"Really? Because it seems like you're the one holding all the cards, making all the rules," trying not to sound too demanding.
"Holding all the cards, really? Why do you think I've been staying away from you when I want nothing more than to see you?"
"Then why have you not contacted me?" I ask.
"Have you not noticed I've acted differently around you since that fateful day you showed me your hard cock?"
"Of course, but you're the one in control, the one making the rules," making my point.
"You think I'm in control? I haven't been in control of myself around you since that day. I really lost it when I saw you in my window stroking that magnificent member of yours. The next thing I know, I'm breaking into your house, drugging and tying you to a chair. Does that seem like control to you? Does that seem like anything I would've considered doing before that night?" Her eyes look desperate.
"You drugged me?" I ask astounded.
Ignoring my question she replies, "I stayed away from you because I didn't know what I would do around you. When I'm with you I have no inhibitions or fear. I take what I want when I want it and if I don't it's only because I'm exerting so much energy on self control it's exhausting. Like right now for instance, I'm so incredibly tempted to fuck you right now in your Mom's kitchen. I can't think of anything else. The only reason I came here tonight is because I had to see you and thought I would behave because your family would be here, but instead there's this...," lifting her dress up to her knee, she raises her calf into the light. It's wet.
"That’s right Sebastian, I'm soaking. It's dripping all the way down my legs. Am I in control? I don't think so.
"I'm so sorry. I had no idea. I thought this was something you've done before," suppressing a proud grin and feeling like an ass.
"No, I've never done anything like this. I've always wanted to cut loose, but was too embarrassed and no one I wanted to do it with," she says while sculpting the soap suds in the sink.
She looks so young and innocent at the moment, in such dark contrast to the new Mrs. Adleson I've become so infatuated with of late. I reach for a stray hair to pull away from her eye.
"Did I give you permission to touch me?" grabbing my hand and pinning it against my chest, she pushes me backwards with it to the opposite counter by the refrigerator. Opening the door and shoving me behind it, she pulls my apron up and unzips my pants.
"Even with me warning you, you push me. You must be as crazy as me, because you're begging for this," as she pulls my dick into view.
"Pull my hair if someone comes in," getting on her knees and sliding my hardening cock into her mouth.
"Are you fucking insane!" as I frantically scan the kitchen.
Pulling my dick out of her mouth she says "Don't speak unless I tell you to. Do it again and I will strip off completely and won't stop until you cum, no matter who walks in," she slides it back in her mouth.
Scared shitless, but also completely turned on, I comply. Her mouth is so wet and soft. She spits on the head, wraps both hands around it and strokes it hard, only taking them off to deepthroat it all the way to the base. Alternating between stroking it and fucking it with her mouth.
She has a little more trouble with it when I get rock hard, which doesn't take very long, but she compensates. Damn, it feels good.
I keep expecting my mother or someone else to walk in. I don't know if Mrs. Adleson will stop even if they do.
Pumping and sliding, faster and faster, I can feel her spit dripping from my balls. I'm so close to cumming. Looking down at her, watching my dick slide in and out of her mouth, I feel like the luckiest man in the world. She's truly the sexiest and most beautiful woman I've ever seen. I've thought so since I was a kid and now here I am with my cock in her mouth in my parents kitchen.
"You better stop...I'm about to cum," I say between breaths.
She grabs my ass and pulls me in her mouth harder. Just as I'm about to cum my mom walks back in. I reflexively push Mrs. Adleson off me and she falls backwards. I cover my dick with the apron and barely catch her head before it hits the floor.
"What are you doing?" my mother says, turning towards us just I catch her.
"We were putting leftovers away and Mrs. Adleson slipped and almost fell. I think the floor got a little wet," I say.
"Oh my goodness. Are you okay Margery?" Mom rushes over.
I notice the large amount of spit on Mrs. Adleson's chin and neck. I wipe it off as inconspicuously as I can before Mom notices.
"Yes, I'm fine Jean. Sebastian caught me in just a nick of time," Mrs Adleson responds.
"Help her up Sebastian," Mom grabs her other arm.
As we are helping her up, Mrs Adleson snakes her hand under my apron and grabs my cock firmly. I look at her in shock and she smiles, letting go just before we get her upright.
Mom, didn't notice anything. She's usually very perceptive, but has tunnel vision when it comes to me. She always thinks the best of me, Dad’s the same way.
"I really appreciate you two cleaning the kitchen, but I'll get the rest before I go to bed," Mom tells us. She insists just as we are about to disagree with her, “You need to visit your uncle anyway. It may be another year before you see him again," taking us by the hands, she leads us in the living room where everyone is gathered watching television. Mom, sits in her chair by Dad's, Mrs. Adleson joins her husband on the couch and I sit on the rolling chair by the desk, because that's all that's left.
There's several different conversations going and no one seems very interested in anything on the television. I actually stop thinking so much about Mrs. Adleson and get caught with my uncle on everything we've been doing since I last saw him.
My mom suggests we watch a movie. Everyone agrees and when we all pick one, Dad starts it. Unfortunately, it's one I've seen and ten minutes or so into it my mind wonders back to Mrs. Adleson.
The only light in the room is coming from a small lamp and the glow from the television. I casually turn in her direction. She’s sitting next to Mr. Adleson, who is very much concentrating on the movie. It's hard to make out her face in the dim light, but it looks like she's staring at me. I turn my attention back to the movie, but my eyes eventually migrate back to her. She has her dress angled just right in the front so I can see her shaved pussy and lowers it before anyone else see's.
A quarter of the way into the movie Mrs. Adleson whispers to her husband then gets up and exits the living room. I assume she's going to the bathroom just as my phone starts buzzing.
I answer it quietly.
"Tell your family you have to take this call outside, go, then come to the bathroom window," Mrs. Adleson hangs up.
OMG! I can't believe she just called me. She must have dialed me in the hallway because I could hear the bathroom door close on the phone. That devious woman is always plotting.
"I have to take this," I tell everyone, keeping the phone to my ear as I head outside, slamming the door in my haste. I trip over the hedge in the darkness, turning the corner of the house excited. I know what's about to happen and I can't wait. There's no one in the world I would rather be with and I'm seconds away from her touch.
The bathroom window is pitch dark, but open. She probably doesn't want to chance the neighbors seeing me crawl in my parents bathroom window. Her hand shoots from the darkness when I draw close enough, grabbing me by the front of my shirt as I climb through. She helps me and shuts the window, followed by the blinds.
"We are going to have to be quick so we don't draw any attention to our absence," she says, turning on the light. She's naked, her dress and bra are on the floor as if thrown there in a hurry. She's beautiful, her curvy figure with milky smooth skin. Her full breast gently sway with each movement.
"Wouldn't it be faster if I just pull my pants down?" I ask, thinking only of the task at hand.
"I've been fantasizing about you since I was last with you. Seeing you so close and not being able to have all evening has driven me insane. I want to look at you while I'm fucking you, all of you," as she pulls down my underwear.
She pushes me to a sitting position on the toilet. Spreading her legs and stepping over me, grasps my cock and lowers herself on me.
Her wet lips open and suck me in like a hungry predator that hasn't eaten in days. Another push and I'm all the way inside her. After just two thrusts she stiffens, bites down hard on my neck, her pussy clamps, then opens up, exploding it's hot lotion all over my dick and thighs.
She doesn't stop for even a second and keeps pounding. She's like a wild animal in heat. "As soon as you're ready to cum, do it. Don't hold out. We have to hurry, but tell me first so I can swallow all the evidence," as she grabs the back of my neck, pressing her large breasts into my face, and pounding me harder.
"Hurry Sebastian. Give me my hot cream. I need it now," as her pussy splashes my stomach with each thrusts.
"Mrs. Adleson...," I say between breaths.
"Yes Baby?" She answers excitedly.
"I'm about to," I begin trembling.
"Yes Baby...good Baby," she says, really hammering me for my cum.
I tighten up about to let go and she slides off of me, grasping my cock, she glides it in her mouth as I erupt. Her throat contracts with each burst as she swallows my load. Unlike last time, she takes it all, leaving only a drop running down her chin as she pulls it out of her mouth.
"We need to hurry. We've been in here longer than it seems," she stops me from getting up as she washes my cock with a warm rag. When she's done she rinses it then cleans herself. Rinsing it again she rings it out and drops it in her purse.
Bending over she picks her bra up, slips it on and fastens it in the back, then checking it in the mirror as she turns back and forth. So beautiful she is, standing there oblivious to my ogling. Wearing nothing but a tight black bra, a stark contrast to her bare pussy and round ass...simply breathtaking.
"Mmmm...I needed that. I feel much better," reaching down and picking up her dress. She turns around and immediately gets angry, "What are you doing? You aren't even dressed yet!" as she runs and starts dressing me.
As she finishes tying my tie, I quickly kiss her on the mouth. Turning a little red and trying to hide an embarrassed grin she pushes me and says, "Remember you have to use the window. Wait five minutes before you come back in. I'll see you in a few,” she says, spraying air freshener.
I mill around the bushes checking the time until five minutes on the dot. I open the front door, pretending to be wrapping up a cell conversation.
Checking the time as I set back on the couch and think, that only took ten minutes plus the five I killed outside. Ten minutes I'll never forget. Scanning the room to see if we committed the perfect crime, Mom and Dad are fast asleep in their chairs, they never make it through a movie. Mr. Adleson is asleep too. Uncle Lester is tapping away on his phone. His wife Gloria is the only one watching the movie and she seems quite enraptured. Mrs. Adleson is looking at the movie, but her mind has traveled back in time fifteen or more minutes ago possibly, she's smiling.
I can't stop staring at her and thinking I was just inside her. My dick is still wet from her. I just saw her beautiful nude body a few minutes ago. It seems so surreal to me. I continue to smile through to the end of the movie.
Mr. and Mrs. Adleson are the first to leave. Mrs. Adleson gives me a quick smile from across the room as she heads out the door being towed by her husband which I assume is ready to go to sleep.
I say my goodbyes, saving my uncle for last. He volunteers to walk me out.
"I'm going to give you some advice Seb. Either be more careful or cut her off," Uncle Lester says deadly serious.
"What?" I say confused.
"You and Margery. Your family wears blinders most of the time, especially when it comes to you. If you're not more careful, they're gonna wake up one day and you'll break their hearts, and its gonna hurt you to hurt them," his hulking form looms over me.
"I know. I can't stop, but I'll try to be more careful," looking at the sidewalk in front of my feet.
"Listen Seb, I'm not chiding you. Just giving you some friendly advice and letting you know you're not being nearly as incognito as you might think. I'm not even blaming you. Margery is a beautiful woman. I don't know what she ever saw in Louis, hell, I guess he's nice and all and he was probably better looking to her back in the day...shit, I'm getting off track. I've been in your shoes. You know it. That's why I'm not with your Aunt Cympy anymore. I cheated on her and got caught. It brought a lot of shame on this family and I have to live with it everyday. You get caught here it could play out worse. Mrs. Adleson is one of your parents best friends and has been for years.
"I would be lying if I said I was going to stop seeing her." I admit.
"I've seen how you’ve looked at that woman ever since you were a kid, I know. Just be careful. If no one finds out, no one gets hurt."
My Uncle has always been on the strange side and that may be why I've always been so close to him. I think about asking him if he has ties to the mob as usual, but instead give him a hug.
He gives me a hug that lifts me off the sidewalk then he drops me, telling me, "I love you Seb. I just want you to be happy. I'll see you next time.
I sit in the car for a moment, turn the ignition and back out onto the street. Giving Mrs. Adleson's house one last glance before I leave. Holy Shit...her drapes are open in the front window and I see her silhouette waving at me. She's watching me leave.
I drive a block down the road into a vacant lot. My parents own it, but don't pay much attention to it. There's an old storage building there and I park my car behind it.
I have to have her one more time...tonight.
I run to Mrs. Adleson as fast as I can.
to be continued...
Sunday, March 13, 2016
Monday, March 7, 2016
Mrs. Adleson
Sebastian awakens to find himself tied and naked in his recliner. Mrs. Adleson taunts him from across the room, from Mrs. Adleson Chapter Two.
Wednesday, March 2, 2016
Mrs. Adleson chapter two
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by Eelun Phetmoore
Warning!!! Extreme sexual content!!!
I don’t turn on any lights when I get in the house, even turn off the hallway light which is always on. I want it dark and all I want to hear is the rain. I’m tempted to unplug the refrigerator because at the moment it’s faint hum is irritating. I don't want any artificial sounds.
Going into the living room to the recliner, I turn it away from the TV and face it towards the main window. Opening the drapes I sit and stare at the night and whatever few lights are on around the neighborhood through the filter of rain drops dripping down the glass.
I don’t know how long I sit there, a few seconds or maybe a few hours. The silence isn’t piercing enough for me. It’s the damn refrigerator. I never noticed how loud it was before.
Conflicting images of Mrs. Adleson working her pussy until she cums all over her perfect body keeps going through my mind along with older memories of her letting me help weed her flowers and sipping lemonade with her and her husband when I was younger keep flipping through my mind. I feel like a lowlife, but the luckiest one that’s ever lived.
This is going to be the longest night of my life. I have no idea what tomorrow will bring. I focus on the porch light across the street until it merges with my memories...then blackness.
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I jump when I realize I’ve fallen to sleep. How long have I been out? It takes a minute for my eyes to focus on the clock in the dim light. I was out for about an hour and a half. I’m surprised, didn’t think I would sleep at all tonight.
I try to get up and realize I can't move. I'm tied to the chair. Fully awake now, heart racing, I'm wrapped in nylon cord...Holy Shit, I'm completely naked. I couldn't have done this myself. Someone has been in my house, maybe they still are. I start thrashing to no avail.
Wait a minute. What's that...that fragrance? It smells like perfume, her perfume.
"Mrs. Adleson?" I say into the darkness.
The only sounds I can hear is the steady rain on the roof, the squeak of the leather against my bare skin, the wind through the trees muffled by the walls and...breathing...from across the room, on the couch.
Looking in front of me a form manifests from the darkness as my eyes focus, sitting on the couch, a silhouette. I can't see her face, just a still outline. "Mrs. Adleson?"
Moments that stretch into an eternity pass and then...
"You've disappointed me Sebastian," her voice is cold and calculating with a husky tone. She sounds like a different person but it's her. This is so out of character for her, but nothing today has made any sense.
Lightning flashes filling the room with pale white. For a brief moment I see her clearly. Sitting on the couch, she's wearing a dark raincoat and a matching leather hat. Her black hair hangs down across the buttons on her chest.
"You used to be such a good, well behaved boy. You need to learn your manners again."
"What?" I say, almost panicking.
"First I catch you starring at my breast then you show me your penis..."
"I didn't mean for that to happen," barely speaking to her dark form.
"Shut up, then you watch me during a very private moment. You saw how I relieve stress. That’s something my husband hasn’t even been allowed to see," Her eyes, burning me.
"What are you talking about?"
"Don't be coy. I know you watched me. I saw you in the window and what you left behind for me."
Oh gawd. She must be talking about my cum on her window. Why the hell didn't I clean it off? Wait a minute...she saw me?
"I'm sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me. I've been out of control today," I say with my head down. The lightning flashes again, reminding me of my nakedness.
"Why am I naked Mrs. Adleson?" I ask, not feeling worthy to speak?
"Does it make you uncomfortable Sebastian? Whatever would you do if your parents found out, if they could see you now?" she says darkly.
The thought, fills me with dread.
"Hmmmm...that frightens you? Don't worry, I admire your parents too much to burden them with what a deviant you've become. You have something much bigger to worry about," she informs me.
"Are you going to call the police?" I ask, paranoid.
"You're truly afraid are you not Sebastian? If you were thinking clearly you would realize I would get in a lot more trouble at this point. No, we're not involving the police. This will be our little secret. I'm going to punish you myself. I'm going to find the well behaved boy I remember so fondly and if I don't I'll make a new man from you. Either way, you will obey."
"What happened to the friendly, proper Mrs. Adleson I remember growing up? I've never even seen a hint of this side of you." I say rather boldly.
"You don't deserve her anymore. You will work hard if you want her back," she says with no doubt.
"What do you mean?"
"Depending on how you do tonight will determine which Mrs. Alsleson you will be dealing with in the future."
"How many of you are there?" I ask unassuredly.
"There are only two you have to worry about at the moment."
"And which two are those?"
"The one you've always known and the one you've never met."
"What's she like," I say with dread and morbid curiosity.
"Let's introduce you," her expression haunting me.
She gets up from the couch and walks towards me, turning the lamp on beside me. Standing a few feet away she stands, looking me over.
“A proper introduction requires enough light to see don’t you think Sebastian? Don’t bother answering. I’ll tell you when you can talk. You have really grown up haven’t you? Just look at you. Quite different than when we met.”
“Mrs. Adleson. I’m really uncomfortable with…”
“I told you not to talk. One more outburst and I’m using this,” she says holding up a ball with straps that she produces from the pocket of her trenchcoat.
“Is that a gag?” I say confused.
“Ooo...don’t say I didn’t warn you,” walking behind me, she places it in my mouth and fastens it securely.
“I’m sorry I had to do that, but you broke the rules and let’s face it, I warned you. Now, where were we? Oh yes, I was commenting on how you’ve grown up so much. I must admit, I’ve noticed over the years how you filled out, and you’ve noticed me as well haven’t you? Staring at my tits, making you hard for me.”
OMG...I can’t believe she’s talking like this. She has me tied up, gagged, naked, and talking about my cock.
“Let’s see if you have any control over it now,” she says with a satisfied look.
She turns around slowly, modeling her coat for me. Facing me she unbuttons the first button, then the next until they’re all done. Holding it together in the front, she let's just her cleavage show, torturing me.
“What do you think about this Sebastian? Oh yes, you can’t answer. Her eyes scan down my body and stop at my crotch. Bending down she says “What do you think about this Sebastian's cock?
“Hmmm...not much of a response. I’ll ask again,” she stands straight and let’s the coat fall and taking off the hat.
All she’s wearing is a tiny bra barely big enough to cover her nipples, a black thong, and heeled boots. Damn, her body looks good. She is in great shape and has taken such good care of her skin. She’s stunning.
“Do you like what you see?” bending down and asking my dick again.
I can feel her warm breath on it and even though I’m nervous I feel it stir. I’m getting hard.
“I think I’m getting a response. You like this don’t you, you dirty boy?” she says mockingly.
This is insane. I can’t believe any of this is happening. Getting her face even closer to my cock she blows on it. She’s killing me.
“Ahh, now it's growing. You are a naughty boy," she says looking it over.
I want to move my hands but they are secured to the armrests.
"How are you feeling?," as she sits on the couch across from me. Straightening her back, she runs her hands from behind her neck and slowly glides them down her body. Her breasts sway as they pass over them.
"Have you ever wondered what my skin feels like Sebastian? It's smooth as silk. I enjoy touching it...touching myself," as she continues caressing her goddess-like body.
"Would you like to see my nipples, see me touch them? Oh, you've already seen me do that haven't you? But, you haven't seen me do it while I'm aware you're watching. You would like that would you, my little pervert?"
I'm so excited now I'm trembling in my bonds. Spit has pooled around my gag and drips down my neck and bare chest, making its way down to my stomach.
"Look at you, trembling and drooling," she says, pushing her huge breast together. Her bra draws tight, straining to hold its contents, exposing the outer edges of her pink nipples. "Oh, I almost showed you too much," releasing them, they bounce for a moment then go back to lightly swaying as she breaths, cradled in black satin.
Sitting on the couch again she says "You've grown up to be a hungry man, a man with huge appetites. That's not an excuse for watching me, but I understand. I would be lying if I said the thought of punishing you doesn't excite me. I'm already very wet," she parts her legs a little, and places her fingers on her panty covered mound, rubbing it so I can hear.
The wet slippery sound has an instant effect on me. My breathing speeds up and I begin sweating.
"Oh my goodness. Would you look at this Sebastian," spreading her legs further and removing her hand. I can see a wet patch on her panties connected to her fingers by a clear string. She puts them in her mouth, tasting her sweetness.
"Mmmmm...I'm sorry about that. I couldn't help myself. I love the taste of my pussy," sucking her fingers dry.
I cry out, muffled by the gag. My dick is throbbing, I want her so bad.
"I'm drenched. I think my poor pussy is going to need a little attention," sliding her middle finger under the wet material and into her pussy, being very careful to keep it concealed from my probing eyes.
"I was wanting to see how wet I was but...you're going to have to be patient with me Sebastian. I'm afraid I'm going to have to cum," exhaling deeply and sinking her finger deep, she starts pumping.
I can see the outline of her knuckles through the material but not her pussy.
Her breathing speeds and she pumps faster with her eyes are closed. It's like I'm not even in the room. Moaning now, really working it and getting close. She slightly lifts her ass off the couch, cunt sloshing. I want her to cum so bad, to see it. I wish she would take those damn panties off or at least pull them to the side.
Covered in sweat, she opens her eyes and looks directly at me. Holding her breath she screams and cums, spraying through her panties in several creamy arches. When she's done, legs shiny and wet, the couch soaked, she says "Much better. I really needed that. Now maybe I can think a little clearer."
Without realizing it, I'm rocking in the recliner so hard it’s about to tip over. I want her so bad and need to be inside her, feel my dick wet with her, her tongue tasting mine.
"You're burning Sebastian. This is going to be a long night, so you need to make peace with it. You're mine to do with as I please," as she stands up, clear streaks run down her legs.
"Now, I want you to be very still. Do you understand me?" walking towards me.
Catching my breath, I nod my head.
Taking her boots off she states "I want you to smell my pussy, but I don't want you to touch me. Do you understand?"
I nod, my heart pounding in my ears.
Placing her foot on the armrest of the recliner she steps up and places the other on the right one then stands over me. Looking up at her, her curves are magnificent, catching the lamp light perfectly.
"I want you to breath it in deep. Can you do that without touching me?" Looking down at me through her ebony hair.
I nod enthusiastically.
Bending her knees she places her wet crotch in front of my face. I exhale, then breathe in as deep as I can filling my lungs with her sweet musky scent, so close I can feel the heat of her cunt on my face. The temptation to thrust my head forward and bury it in her panties is maddening but I odey.
"Very good, again," turning her face to the ceiling.
I breath in again, losing myself in her scent.
"Close your eyes. I don't want you to see what I do next," she looks to see if I comply and I do. "Don't open them until I say or I will leave and you will stay this way until someone finds you. Am I clear?"
Again I comply. A moment passes and I hear the movement of wet cloth, slippery wet sounds, a faint moan, then I feel white hot liquid drip across my face. It's intoxicating. I'm so excited my cock lurches as I fight the urge to cum. My whole body shakes but I regain control.
"You can open your eyes now," she instructs me.
I look up. A string of her jism lays across my left eye down to the opposite corner of my mouth. Damn, she's still wearing her panties.
"You almost came just then didn't you? You will not cum until I say, correct?
I agree.
Stepping down from the recliner she says "I'm going to touch you now."
Lifting each of her knees and placing them by my hips she straddles me, sitting on my thighs, her face just inches from mine.
"I'm going to take this off," referring to the ball gag. "If you speak it's going back in,“ as she reaches behind my head releasing it. It makes a wet suction sound as it comes out followed by a flood of spit coating my body down to her calves.
Setting it down beside her she looks deep into my eyes and gently kisses me. Her lips are soft as milk and as soon as her tongue enters my mouth I feel her hand grasping my wet cock at the base. She begins exploring and fucking my mouth with hers while she pumps me faster and faster.
With each thrust of her hand now joined by the other, the head of my dick slaps against her belly.
"Oh my goodness Sebastian. You really have grown. You're huge," still stroking with both hands.
I'm close to cumming but don't want to yet, I'm afraid to say anything. I don't want the gag back in my mouth.
Slowly she pulls back from me, looking into my eyes as she stops pumping my shaft. She squeezes it at the base, putting two fingers just between my balls and asshole she pushes for a moment.
"You almost came, didn't you? I just bought you some time. You've been good and followed the rules. I know it was hard for you not to speak just then but you obeyed. For that you will be rewarded.
Slipping a finger into each side of her panties she slides them down to her knees, lifting each leg rather awkwardly because of the cramped space from not leaving my lap. Now pantyless she rests her ass back on my legs.
Feeling brave I look down. Her bare pussy is beautiful and wet. She starts to scold me then smiles, the first time tonight, "You're learning but you have a ways to go."
Bending forward she licks me from collarbone to hairline, and begins sliding and grinding her slick pussy back and forth on my thigh. In no time she's in a frenzy.
Almost like she's forgotten I'm there again she closes her eyes, stops licking me and concentrates on the friction of my slippery thigh pressed against her oozing cunt. It's so wet. A low rumble begins deep inside her throat and turns into a growl.
She suddenly opens her eyes with an expression of what might be pain and desperation and stands from my lap, grabbing the back of my head with both hands she buries my face deep in her pussy. Pressed so firmly against my mouth it almost hurts and I have a hard time breathing, but I'm in heaven, lapping her slick nectar as she uses my face for her satisfaction, pounding it furiously with no regard as to rather or not she may be causing me discomfort. I'm her tool to use as she pleases. She jams her finger between my nose and her clit, working it at an insane pace.
After a few minutes she looks down at me like an animal possessed, rips off her bra and says "DRINK!"
She stops moving, her pussy contracts and she lets go, spraying me full force in the face with her hot juices, screaming.
Releasing my head after the first burst with an expression of need she squats hurriedly, spraying my chest and stomach, then grabbing my cock, explodes all over it and ramming it all the way inside her as she cums again, followed by an ear piercing scream of pain, satisfaction and abandon, louder then the angry thunder. Gushing on my cock three more times she slows down to catch her breath.
Trembling and sweating, I can see her heartbeat in her breast, moisture gathers on her hard nipples and drips.
During a moment of weakness she lets her guard down and says "It's your turn baby and I want it all," as she slowly glides up to the head of my cock and back down again. With wet eyes she says "I want your cum and I know you're ready to give it to me, but I want you to tell me before you explode, okay? You may speak but that's the only thing I want hear you say."
I can’t believe I’m inside Mrs. Adleson. She feels so good. I wish she would untie me so I could fuck her good and proper but that's not going to happen. I'm playing by her rules.
Not wasting any time she hammers my dick. Her huge breasts pummeling my face and hard nipples stabbing me.
Moaning louder with each thrusts she screams "Give me your cum...give me your cum," over and over again. "Hurry. Your cock is making me sore. Give me every drop. It's all mine and no one else's. Hurry," her pussy splashes my stomach with each thrust. Biting her lip, her grunts become growls again. She's about to cum again.
Grabbing my face with both hands, she kisses me hard and let's her pussy release its hot cream all over me as she whispers with each thrusts "You're mine...you belong to me...give me your cum."
I don't know how I've lasted this long but I can't wait any longer. My balls draw up and I almost forget "I'm about to cum for you Mrs. Aldleson...here it is...your..."
"Oh gawd yes," she screams, sliding off my cock.
I didn't warn her soon enough because before she can get it in her mouth, it sprays her full force on her face and tits, but she eagerly gets it in before the next burst and all the rest. She swallows a lot of it, but what she doesn't drips down her neck and chest. She smears it all over her tits, stomach, and pussy, sounding wet and sticky, then licks her fingers clean.
When our breathing and pulses slow, our shaking subsides, she untie's me, takes me by the hand and leads me to my bedroom in the dark. Pulling the covers back she lays down first and I join her where without a word we make slow, sweet love until we fall to sleep to the sound of gentle rain.
When I awaken alone the next morning, the sun shining strong through my bedroom window, I wonder if it was all a dream until I notice at the foot of the bed some clothes picked out for me with a note attached.
It simply says "MINE."
to be continued...
by Eelun Phetmoore
Warning!!! Extreme sexual content!!!
I don’t turn on any lights when I get in the house, even turn off the hallway light which is always on. I want it dark and all I want to hear is the rain. I’m tempted to unplug the refrigerator because at the moment it’s faint hum is irritating. I don't want any artificial sounds.
Going into the living room to the recliner, I turn it away from the TV and face it towards the main window. Opening the drapes I sit and stare at the night and whatever few lights are on around the neighborhood through the filter of rain drops dripping down the glass.
I don’t know how long I sit there, a few seconds or maybe a few hours. The silence isn’t piercing enough for me. It’s the damn refrigerator. I never noticed how loud it was before.
Conflicting images of Mrs. Adleson working her pussy until she cums all over her perfect body keeps going through my mind along with older memories of her letting me help weed her flowers and sipping lemonade with her and her husband when I was younger keep flipping through my mind. I feel like a lowlife, but the luckiest one that’s ever lived.
This is going to be the longest night of my life. I have no idea what tomorrow will bring. I focus on the porch light across the street until it merges with my memories...then blackness.
~~~~~
I jump when I realize I’ve fallen to sleep. How long have I been out? It takes a minute for my eyes to focus on the clock in the dim light. I was out for about an hour and a half. I’m surprised, didn’t think I would sleep at all tonight.
I try to get up and realize I can't move. I'm tied to the chair. Fully awake now, heart racing, I'm wrapped in nylon cord...Holy Shit, I'm completely naked. I couldn't have done this myself. Someone has been in my house, maybe they still are. I start thrashing to no avail.
Wait a minute. What's that...that fragrance? It smells like perfume, her perfume.
"Mrs. Adleson?" I say into the darkness.
The only sounds I can hear is the steady rain on the roof, the squeak of the leather against my bare skin, the wind through the trees muffled by the walls and...breathing...from across the room, on the couch.
Looking in front of me a form manifests from the darkness as my eyes focus, sitting on the couch, a silhouette. I can't see her face, just a still outline. "Mrs. Adleson?"
Moments that stretch into an eternity pass and then...
"You've disappointed me Sebastian," her voice is cold and calculating with a husky tone. She sounds like a different person but it's her. This is so out of character for her, but nothing today has made any sense.
Lightning flashes filling the room with pale white. For a brief moment I see her clearly. Sitting on the couch, she's wearing a dark raincoat and a matching leather hat. Her black hair hangs down across the buttons on her chest.
"You used to be such a good, well behaved boy. You need to learn your manners again."
"What?" I say, almost panicking.
"First I catch you starring at my breast then you show me your penis..."
"I didn't mean for that to happen," barely speaking to her dark form.
"Shut up, then you watch me during a very private moment. You saw how I relieve stress. That’s something my husband hasn’t even been allowed to see," Her eyes, burning me.
"What are you talking about?"
"Don't be coy. I know you watched me. I saw you in the window and what you left behind for me."
Oh gawd. She must be talking about my cum on her window. Why the hell didn't I clean it off? Wait a minute...she saw me?
"I'm sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me. I've been out of control today," I say with my head down. The lightning flashes again, reminding me of my nakedness.
"Why am I naked Mrs. Adleson?" I ask, not feeling worthy to speak?
"Does it make you uncomfortable Sebastian? Whatever would you do if your parents found out, if they could see you now?" she says darkly.
The thought, fills me with dread.
"Hmmmm...that frightens you? Don't worry, I admire your parents too much to burden them with what a deviant you've become. You have something much bigger to worry about," she informs me.
"Are you going to call the police?" I ask, paranoid.
"You're truly afraid are you not Sebastian? If you were thinking clearly you would realize I would get in a lot more trouble at this point. No, we're not involving the police. This will be our little secret. I'm going to punish you myself. I'm going to find the well behaved boy I remember so fondly and if I don't I'll make a new man from you. Either way, you will obey."
"What happened to the friendly, proper Mrs. Adleson I remember growing up? I've never even seen a hint of this side of you." I say rather boldly.
"You don't deserve her anymore. You will work hard if you want her back," she says with no doubt.
"What do you mean?"
"Depending on how you do tonight will determine which Mrs. Alsleson you will be dealing with in the future."
"How many of you are there?" I ask unassuredly.
"There are only two you have to worry about at the moment."
"And which two are those?"
"The one you've always known and the one you've never met."
"What's she like," I say with dread and morbid curiosity.
"Let's introduce you," her expression haunting me.
She gets up from the couch and walks towards me, turning the lamp on beside me. Standing a few feet away she stands, looking me over.
“A proper introduction requires enough light to see don’t you think Sebastian? Don’t bother answering. I’ll tell you when you can talk. You have really grown up haven’t you? Just look at you. Quite different than when we met.”
“Mrs. Adleson. I’m really uncomfortable with…”
“I told you not to talk. One more outburst and I’m using this,” she says holding up a ball with straps that she produces from the pocket of her trenchcoat.
“Is that a gag?” I say confused.
“Ooo...don’t say I didn’t warn you,” walking behind me, she places it in my mouth and fastens it securely.
“I’m sorry I had to do that, but you broke the rules and let’s face it, I warned you. Now, where were we? Oh yes, I was commenting on how you’ve grown up so much. I must admit, I’ve noticed over the years how you filled out, and you’ve noticed me as well haven’t you? Staring at my tits, making you hard for me.”
OMG...I can’t believe she’s talking like this. She has me tied up, gagged, naked, and talking about my cock.
“Let’s see if you have any control over it now,” she says with a satisfied look.
She turns around slowly, modeling her coat for me. Facing me she unbuttons the first button, then the next until they’re all done. Holding it together in the front, she let's just her cleavage show, torturing me.
“What do you think about this Sebastian? Oh yes, you can’t answer. Her eyes scan down my body and stop at my crotch. Bending down she says “What do you think about this Sebastian's cock?
“Hmmm...not much of a response. I’ll ask again,” she stands straight and let’s the coat fall and taking off the hat.
All she’s wearing is a tiny bra barely big enough to cover her nipples, a black thong, and heeled boots. Damn, her body looks good. She is in great shape and has taken such good care of her skin. She’s stunning.
“Do you like what you see?” bending down and asking my dick again.
I can feel her warm breath on it and even though I’m nervous I feel it stir. I’m getting hard.
“I think I’m getting a response. You like this don’t you, you dirty boy?” she says mockingly.
This is insane. I can’t believe any of this is happening. Getting her face even closer to my cock she blows on it. She’s killing me.
“Ahh, now it's growing. You are a naughty boy," she says looking it over.
I want to move my hands but they are secured to the armrests.
"How are you feeling?," as she sits on the couch across from me. Straightening her back, she runs her hands from behind her neck and slowly glides them down her body. Her breasts sway as they pass over them.
"Have you ever wondered what my skin feels like Sebastian? It's smooth as silk. I enjoy touching it...touching myself," as she continues caressing her goddess-like body.
"Would you like to see my nipples, see me touch them? Oh, you've already seen me do that haven't you? But, you haven't seen me do it while I'm aware you're watching. You would like that would you, my little pervert?"
I'm so excited now I'm trembling in my bonds. Spit has pooled around my gag and drips down my neck and bare chest, making its way down to my stomach.
"Look at you, trembling and drooling," she says, pushing her huge breast together. Her bra draws tight, straining to hold its contents, exposing the outer edges of her pink nipples. "Oh, I almost showed you too much," releasing them, they bounce for a moment then go back to lightly swaying as she breaths, cradled in black satin.
Sitting on the couch again she says "You've grown up to be a hungry man, a man with huge appetites. That's not an excuse for watching me, but I understand. I would be lying if I said the thought of punishing you doesn't excite me. I'm already very wet," she parts her legs a little, and places her fingers on her panty covered mound, rubbing it so I can hear.
The wet slippery sound has an instant effect on me. My breathing speeds up and I begin sweating.
"Oh my goodness. Would you look at this Sebastian," spreading her legs further and removing her hand. I can see a wet patch on her panties connected to her fingers by a clear string. She puts them in her mouth, tasting her sweetness.
"Mmmmm...I'm sorry about that. I couldn't help myself. I love the taste of my pussy," sucking her fingers dry.
I cry out, muffled by the gag. My dick is throbbing, I want her so bad.
"I'm drenched. I think my poor pussy is going to need a little attention," sliding her middle finger under the wet material and into her pussy, being very careful to keep it concealed from my probing eyes.
"I was wanting to see how wet I was but...you're going to have to be patient with me Sebastian. I'm afraid I'm going to have to cum," exhaling deeply and sinking her finger deep, she starts pumping.
I can see the outline of her knuckles through the material but not her pussy.
Her breathing speeds and she pumps faster with her eyes are closed. It's like I'm not even in the room. Moaning now, really working it and getting close. She slightly lifts her ass off the couch, cunt sloshing. I want her to cum so bad, to see it. I wish she would take those damn panties off or at least pull them to the side.
Covered in sweat, she opens her eyes and looks directly at me. Holding her breath she screams and cums, spraying through her panties in several creamy arches. When she's done, legs shiny and wet, the couch soaked, she says "Much better. I really needed that. Now maybe I can think a little clearer."
Without realizing it, I'm rocking in the recliner so hard it’s about to tip over. I want her so bad and need to be inside her, feel my dick wet with her, her tongue tasting mine.
"You're burning Sebastian. This is going to be a long night, so you need to make peace with it. You're mine to do with as I please," as she stands up, clear streaks run down her legs.
"Now, I want you to be very still. Do you understand me?" walking towards me.
Catching my breath, I nod my head.
Taking her boots off she states "I want you to smell my pussy, but I don't want you to touch me. Do you understand?"
I nod, my heart pounding in my ears.
Placing her foot on the armrest of the recliner she steps up and places the other on the right one then stands over me. Looking up at her, her curves are magnificent, catching the lamp light perfectly.
"I want you to breath it in deep. Can you do that without touching me?" Looking down at me through her ebony hair.
I nod enthusiastically.
Bending her knees she places her wet crotch in front of my face. I exhale, then breathe in as deep as I can filling my lungs with her sweet musky scent, so close I can feel the heat of her cunt on my face. The temptation to thrust my head forward and bury it in her panties is maddening but I odey.
"Very good, again," turning her face to the ceiling.
I breath in again, losing myself in her scent.
"Close your eyes. I don't want you to see what I do next," she looks to see if I comply and I do. "Don't open them until I say or I will leave and you will stay this way until someone finds you. Am I clear?"
Again I comply. A moment passes and I hear the movement of wet cloth, slippery wet sounds, a faint moan, then I feel white hot liquid drip across my face. It's intoxicating. I'm so excited my cock lurches as I fight the urge to cum. My whole body shakes but I regain control.
"You can open your eyes now," she instructs me.
I look up. A string of her jism lays across my left eye down to the opposite corner of my mouth. Damn, she's still wearing her panties.
"You almost came just then didn't you? You will not cum until I say, correct?
I agree.
Stepping down from the recliner she says "I'm going to touch you now."
Lifting each of her knees and placing them by my hips she straddles me, sitting on my thighs, her face just inches from mine.
"I'm going to take this off," referring to the ball gag. "If you speak it's going back in,“ as she reaches behind my head releasing it. It makes a wet suction sound as it comes out followed by a flood of spit coating my body down to her calves.
Setting it down beside her she looks deep into my eyes and gently kisses me. Her lips are soft as milk and as soon as her tongue enters my mouth I feel her hand grasping my wet cock at the base. She begins exploring and fucking my mouth with hers while she pumps me faster and faster.
With each thrust of her hand now joined by the other, the head of my dick slaps against her belly.
"Oh my goodness Sebastian. You really have grown. You're huge," still stroking with both hands.
I'm close to cumming but don't want to yet, I'm afraid to say anything. I don't want the gag back in my mouth.
Slowly she pulls back from me, looking into my eyes as she stops pumping my shaft. She squeezes it at the base, putting two fingers just between my balls and asshole she pushes for a moment.
"You almost came, didn't you? I just bought you some time. You've been good and followed the rules. I know it was hard for you not to speak just then but you obeyed. For that you will be rewarded.
Slipping a finger into each side of her panties she slides them down to her knees, lifting each leg rather awkwardly because of the cramped space from not leaving my lap. Now pantyless she rests her ass back on my legs.
Feeling brave I look down. Her bare pussy is beautiful and wet. She starts to scold me then smiles, the first time tonight, "You're learning but you have a ways to go."
Bending forward she licks me from collarbone to hairline, and begins sliding and grinding her slick pussy back and forth on my thigh. In no time she's in a frenzy.
Almost like she's forgotten I'm there again she closes her eyes, stops licking me and concentrates on the friction of my slippery thigh pressed against her oozing cunt. It's so wet. A low rumble begins deep inside her throat and turns into a growl.
She suddenly opens her eyes with an expression of what might be pain and desperation and stands from my lap, grabbing the back of my head with both hands she buries my face deep in her pussy. Pressed so firmly against my mouth it almost hurts and I have a hard time breathing, but I'm in heaven, lapping her slick nectar as she uses my face for her satisfaction, pounding it furiously with no regard as to rather or not she may be causing me discomfort. I'm her tool to use as she pleases. She jams her finger between my nose and her clit, working it at an insane pace.
After a few minutes she looks down at me like an animal possessed, rips off her bra and says "DRINK!"
She stops moving, her pussy contracts and she lets go, spraying me full force in the face with her hot juices, screaming.
Releasing my head after the first burst with an expression of need she squats hurriedly, spraying my chest and stomach, then grabbing my cock, explodes all over it and ramming it all the way inside her as she cums again, followed by an ear piercing scream of pain, satisfaction and abandon, louder then the angry thunder. Gushing on my cock three more times she slows down to catch her breath.
Trembling and sweating, I can see her heartbeat in her breast, moisture gathers on her hard nipples and drips.
During a moment of weakness she lets her guard down and says "It's your turn baby and I want it all," as she slowly glides up to the head of my cock and back down again. With wet eyes she says "I want your cum and I know you're ready to give it to me, but I want you to tell me before you explode, okay? You may speak but that's the only thing I want hear you say."
I can’t believe I’m inside Mrs. Adleson. She feels so good. I wish she would untie me so I could fuck her good and proper but that's not going to happen. I'm playing by her rules.
Not wasting any time she hammers my dick. Her huge breasts pummeling my face and hard nipples stabbing me.
Moaning louder with each thrusts she screams "Give me your cum...give me your cum," over and over again. "Hurry. Your cock is making me sore. Give me every drop. It's all mine and no one else's. Hurry," her pussy splashes my stomach with each thrust. Biting her lip, her grunts become growls again. She's about to cum again.
Grabbing my face with both hands, she kisses me hard and let's her pussy release its hot cream all over me as she whispers with each thrusts "You're mine...you belong to me...give me your cum."
I don't know how I've lasted this long but I can't wait any longer. My balls draw up and I almost forget "I'm about to cum for you Mrs. Aldleson...here it is...your..."
"Oh gawd yes," she screams, sliding off my cock.
I didn't warn her soon enough because before she can get it in her mouth, it sprays her full force on her face and tits, but she eagerly gets it in before the next burst and all the rest. She swallows a lot of it, but what she doesn't drips down her neck and chest. She smears it all over her tits, stomach, and pussy, sounding wet and sticky, then licks her fingers clean.
When our breathing and pulses slow, our shaking subsides, she untie's me, takes me by the hand and leads me to my bedroom in the dark. Pulling the covers back she lays down first and I join her where without a word we make slow, sweet love until we fall to sleep to the sound of gentle rain.
~~~~~
It simply says "MINE."
to be continued...
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