I slid down in the chair and offered my pussy to Travis. "Eat it," I said.
Thick, wet sounds filled the room as my son sucked up my flowing juices. He groaned as he drove his tongue deep, searching for more. I looked straight into the eye of the camera and fondled my tingling nipples, arching my back toward Cole. From what I could see, he was sporting a nice-sized erection.
"I can't get enough of that sweet cunt," Travis moaned. "Mom, you taste so delicious," he complimented.
"Make me cum, baby," I said, "and then Mama will suck you off and let you cum in my mouth!"
CHAPTER ONE
The dream was so real!
Hot breath caressing my neck and then someone nibbling gently at my ear. Lips leaving a wet trail down my neck to my aching nipples. Arching my back, I cradled his face against my chest, urging him to suck first one sensitive bud and then the other. He did so, licking the sensitive skin in between and underneath.
Big, warm hands slid up underneath me, kneading my ass and thighs and urging my legs even further apart.
And that hot mouth moved lower.
I groaned and squirmed against the cool sheets, spreading my legs wide for my dream lover, thrusting my overflowing pussy at his face. His hot breath stirred my hairs and then he swirled his tongue through the red, tangled mass. He sucked noisily on my lips, teasing my clit from time to time, making me gasp.
In my dream, I forced my eyes open and looked downward. For some reason it was very, very important to know who this man was. All I could see was the top of a head. Thick, shaggy, sun bleached hair hid my lover's face, but I could see his tongue moving toward my wide open slit. He worked the tip up and down the groove between my swollen lips and then sucked gently on my clit.
"Please," I whimpered, thrusting myself at him again.
He chuckled and released my clit. Sliding his tongue downward, he probed gently at the mouth of my pussy as if tasting me.
"Ummmm," he said softly. Then he moved his tongue even lower, lapping at my puckered asshole.
"Please," I repeated, louder this time. I had both hands tangled in his hair. My entire body was screaming for release, my juices pouring from me.
Finally, he drove his long tongue deep into my cunt.
"Oh, God!" I groaned, clamping my thighs around his head.
My orgasm began building almost immediately. It swelled deep in my belly, growing larger and larger. I was sure it was going to burst any minute, but the pleasure peaked and then became even more intense. Thick, wet sounds mingled with my grunts of pleasure, and the bed squeaked with my rhythmic humping. I'd had erotic dreams before, but nothing compared to this!
The tongue was being withdrawn slowly now and my dream lover centered his attention on my clit.
"Use your fingers," I all but demanded.
He did as I asked, pushing two thick fingers deep into my pussy while he sucked my erect clit into his mouth. Soon, he was flicking it to match the rhythm of his fingers.
"Cumming!" I screamed as the dam finally broke.
Breathtaking waves of pleasure crashed over me, causing me to buck and jerk uncontrollably. "Cumming!" I wailed again as my lover stayed right with me, taking me to even higher levels of sexual release.
And that's when I woke up, drenched with sweat, shaking from head to toe. Looking down my naked body, I came face to face with the most beautiful brown eyes in the world. The sight of his handsome face covered with my juices and curly red cunt hairs made me gasp.
"I'll bet I can make you cum some more," he challenged as he withdrew his fingers and kissed my lower lips tenderly.
I nodded as the events of the evening came flooding back to me.
"Stranger in town," Monica said. She nodded her head slightly in the direction of the door.
I glanced quickly over my shoulder and all, but strangled on my drink. A handsome young man had just entered the crowded room. Moving with the easy grace of an athlete, he stepped up to the bar and ordered a drink.
"A gorgeous stranger," I added, sliding my chair around to her side of the table so I could look at him without being too obvious. Actually, I found it almost impossible to take my eyes off him.
Monica sipped her drink and nodded in agreement. "Stud."
We sat there watching him for a few moments, speculating on his age. From the way he was dressed, I figured he was from out west somewhere. "Maybe Texas," I said to Monica.
"And judging from the looks of that body, he's not an English teacher," she put in.
It was true. The western cut of his jacket made his shoulders look twice as broad, and his jeans hugged his lower body like a second skin. It wasn't his height that made him stand out in the crowd, there was something else about him, a confidence that I found incredibly sexy.
"I'd love to see those buns up close and personal," Monica murmured. Her voice sounded distant. Her long fingers curled and uncurled around her glass and she licked her lips with the tip of her tongue repeatedly.
I knew exactly what she was feeling. Pure lust over a man half our age who was scanning the room like a wolf watching his prey. Sudden feelings of desire for this stranger were clouding my own thoughts a little, almost making me dizzy.
We weren't the only women in the bar interested in getting the attention of this handsome, young stranger. Some were obvious, some more subtle, but he was still looking.
"He's coming this way," Monica breathed.
Indeed, he was ambling toward us, a sexy, lopsided grin on his tanned face. The closer he got, the better he looked. His stomach was flat, his chest broad and something told me he was strong as an ox.
"May I join you ladies?" he asked.
I was unable to speak, unable to breathe. Those eyes!
"Please," Monica breathed.
He eased himself into a chair across from us and introduced himself. "I'm Travis."
They were deep brown, fringed with long lashes.
"And I'm Monica," I heard my best friend saying. "This is Rachel."
Gold flecks, like sparks.
"Hello, Rachel," he said.
"Hello," I managed to say, but my gaze never left his eyes.
Then he shook my hand with a firm grip and sparks flew. I tore my eyes from his and actually looked to see if there were little flames licking their way up my arm.
We talked a while. I learned that he was indeed new in town. Just divorced, he had come up from Dallas looking for a job, a new start. He had a job interview the next morning. If he landed the job, he planned on staying, settling down for a while. Monica told him a little about herself and I managed to tell him about the health club that I owned. But all of that background information was secondary to the chemistry that was growing between us.
"Would you like to dance?" he asked.
How long had he been holding my hand?
"Yes," I whispered. Anything to get closer to his body.
He led me to the dance floor, turned and took me in his arms. The spicy scent of his cologne teased my nose, reminding me of something long, long ago. That fleeting thought was erased by the flawless way we moved together. It was as if we had danced together for years. My well-exercised body fit against his solid wall of male flesh perfectly and followed his movements with an easy familiarity I've never experienced before.
"You're a very beautiful woman," he whispered in my ear while we swayed together.
"Thank you," I responded, daring to press myself closer.
His arms tightened around me and I lifted my face for the kiss that I knew would leave me breathless. It did and it seemed to go on forever. Finally, we came up for air, our lips barely inches apart. We were simply standing in one darkened corner of the dance floor, clinging to each other, moving back and forth slowly to the beat of the music.
"I'd like to make love to you right here, right now," he told me.
"I'm afraid they might ask us to leave," I said to him, although I wanted him just as badly.
He shrugged and there was that sexy grin again. The dimple in his chin deepened and those brown eyes sparkled with mischief. He didn't have to say a word.
"I'll get my jacket and tell Monica we're leaving," I said.
Reluctantly, I pulled out of his arms and hurried toward the table where Monica sat talking to one of her girlfriends.
"You're leaving, right?" she said with a wink.
I pushed my arms into the sleeves of the jacket and nodded.
"Have a good time," she called after me.
Travis was nowhere in sight and, for a split second, I panicked. And then I saw him, waiting patiently by the door. I almost ran in his direction.
I was only vaguely aware of the cool evening air that caressed my face and fanned my long red hair.
All I was sure of was the warm hand holding mine and the incredible longing for this man, this stranger, that flooded my body was stronger than I'd ever imagined.
He led me to his car, unlocked the door and opened it for me. I turned to get in and found myself pinned between him and the vehicle. With a low moan, he kissed me again, his tongue plunging into my mouth. Sucking on it hungrily, I looped my arms around his neck and tangled my fingers in the thick hair at the nape of his neck. His hands slid inside of my jacket, down the back of my silk dress to my hips. He pulled me even closer.
It was my turn to moan as he made me very aware of the growing bulge in the front of his slacks. I pressed the full length of my body against his not knowing or caring whether anyone was watching. When he worked a thigh between my legs, I humped it, thrilled by the sensual heat coursing through me. God, I thought I was going to climax right then and there.
When he released me, I was trembling with desire. The crotch of my panties was wet and my nipples were tingling.
He stepped back, gazed down at me and shook his head. "There ought to be a law."
I knew my nipples were making stiff points in the front of my dress. Feeling strangely uninhibited, I pulled my skirt up even higher so he could get a better look at my long, shapely legs.
"Hold that thought," he breathed as he hurried around to his side of the car and slid behind the wheel.
Once his car was parked in my garage, we began kissing again, our hands roaming freely. We managed to part only long enough to get out of the car, and then I was in his arms again, moaning into his open mouth.
"Feel how wet I am for you," I groaned, guiding his hand to the wet crotch of my panties.
He squeezed my leaking mound and pushed the wet fabric up into my hole with one finger. I could not stop the instinctive thrusting that forced it even deeper. After a few moments, he pulled his hand away, sniffing his fingers briefly.
"And I'm more than ready for you," he whispered, pressing my fingers against his crotch.
Unable to stand it another moment, I unzipped his slacks. Pushing them partially down his thighs, I reached into his shorts and hauled out his meat. His throaty moan filled the dark garage when I pumped him. The thick muscle throbbed against my fingers and left a wet puddle in the palm of my hand.
"I didn't want it to be like this with you," he moaned as I sank to my knees.
What he said made sense, but this was like a snowball rolling downhill and neither of us could stop it now. I was aware of the cold concrete against my legs. I was aware of his masculine scent and my juices sliding down my thighs. But the only thing I can really describe is the way his cock felt sliding between my lips. I took him deep, squeezing him with my lips and swirling my tongue around him lazily.
"I wanted to take my time. I wanted to make you cum and cum and cum," he grunted.
I bobbed my head a few more times, allowing him to touch the back of my throat. And then I knew I had to have him inside of me. Freeing him abruptly, I stood up and turned around.
"Make me cum now," I breathed. Pulling down my panties, I leaned over the hood of the car and thrust my ass in his direction. "Make me cum now."
Travis moved into place behind me. He squeezed my backside with both hands and then slid his fingers down my crack to my wet hole. While he primed me with first one finger and then two, I bit my lip to keep quiet. I needed his cock!
At long last, the fingers were removed and the rubbery tip of his dick was pressed against my lips. Even though he was very large, thick and long, we were both very well-lubricated. He slid in to the hilt in one smooth movement. We both gasped when his balls hit the back of my thighs and then we remained motionless, savoring this moment as if we had been waiting for it forever.
I rested my forehead on the rapidly cooling car and moaned as he caressed my sweaty back and hips. His ragged breathing filled the garage and I knew he was fighting for control. I was struggling for that myself, but with his thick rod pulsing deep inside of me, it was a losing battle.
"Travis, I need to cum," I explained to the young man behind me. "I have to cum."
He began fucking me then. He started with slow, deep thrusts that increased in speed as his passion grew. Groaning, I reached for everything he had and begged for more as our bodies slapped together rhythmically there in the dark garage.
"Uh!" he grunted as he pulled me back against him even harder.
"Make me cum, baby," I howled, my orgasm rising quickly to a peak. "Fuck mama, fuck her good."
"Oh!" He bucked against me like a wild animal.
The sexy talk turned me on as much as it seemed to excite him. "Give me all of your stuff."
Suddenly, Travis threw himself at me with all his strength. His cock swelled, jerked and then began pumping hot spunk deep into my pussy.
That triggered my orgasm. "Squirt it. Squirt it," I babbled on and on as he filled my box to overflowing.
We did not separate until he grew limp and slipped out of me. And then we only made it as far as the living room floor. Soon we were fucking again. Only this time, we were naked, our sweaty bodies sliding together easily. This time, we kissed, his tongue fucking my mouth with the same rhythm that his cock fucked my pussy. And soon my pussy was filled with his second load of the evening.
The shower was quick and refreshing, but it wasn't long until we were at it again. On the bed, I straddled his body and rode him to oblivion. For me, this orgasm was the most intense of the evening, leaving me exhausted. I collapsed on top of him and was soon sound asleep.
I returned to the present with a jolt when Travis coaxed my legs even further apart with his knees. He teased my drooling slot with a single finger. I gasped again, but now it was the sight of his free hand wrapped around his prick that I found so thrilling. He had to be nine or ten inches long. The thick shaft was covered with an intricate network of veins and topped with a bulbous knob that was already covered with pre-cum. Even as he pumped himself slowly, more of the pearly fluids bubbled out, adding to the wetness covering his knob, threatening to drip off the end. The head was turning a dark, angry red color.
"Where do you want this fucker?" he asked, teasing me with his voice as well as his finger.
"Everywhere," I answered, reaching for him with both hands. God, how I wanted to taste his pre-cum as it gushed out over my tongue.
It was true, my mouth watered for him and my pussy screamed for more than just a finger.
"In your mouth?" he asked.
I didn't have time to respond. In one smooth motion, he was straddling my face, rubbing his wet cockhead back and forth across my lips. He allowed me to suck on him briefly before pulling just out of reach again. Sticking out my tongue, I lapped up his tasty pre-squirt. That little taste only made me long for more.
"Maybe you want me to fuck those pretty tits," he suggested.
Again, before I could react, he pressed my breasts tightly together around his shaft. Catching his lower lip in his teeth, he fucked the tight tunnel of flesh gently. His balls rubbed back and forth against my stomach. With every stroke, his shiny knob came closer and closer to my open mouth.
"But I'll bet you'd rather have it stuffed in your sweet little pussy," he said at last.
"Yes," I hissed. "God, that's what I want."
He chuckled, a low throaty sound, as he knee-walked backwards, dragging his wet prick down my body. At last, my fingers curled around his rod, guiding him to my dripping slot. We both watched as he penetrated me with agonizing slowness, the mouth of my pussy opening like a flower for his knob. As he slid deeper, he stretched my lips deliciously wider, just barely scratching the itch there.
"What a tight, hot pussy," he breathed, giving me a few more inches.
"What a big, beautiful dick," I moaned, thrusting upward, trying to force him deeper.
"It feels like my dick is going to melt," he told me.
Another inch. I groaned and worked my hips in a little circle, begging for more.
"Suck me with your pussy," he breathed.
The last few inches disappeared and I was filled to capacity with hard, hot throbbing cock. At the same time, I looked up into his beautiful brown eyes, hungry and dark now with desire. Sweat beaded on his upper lip and his ragged breathing filled the room as he fought for control. I ground my clit against him and stroked him with my strong inner muscles.
"Fuck me," I whispered, squeezing him tightly. "Fuck me."
Keeping those brown eyes on mine, Travis began moving and I knew it was going to be a while, maybe days before we satisfied each other. Despite our age difference, it was as if we'd been searching for each other forever. I knew I didn't want to let him go any time soon and I had the feeling he was thinking the same thing. But there would be time to analyze the situation later. Right then, I was being pleasured by a young man whose skill and patience rivaled any lover I'd ever had.
CHAPTER TWO
It was just before dawn when I drove Travis back to the club to get his car. Even though I desperately wanted to see him again, I said nothing.
We stood by my car sipping coffee and watching the sun rise slowly over the treetops. Finally, he kissed me. It was a tender, good-bye kiss and then he walked away from me without a backward glance.
Inside my car again, I watched him stride across the parking lot. When he drove away in his sports car, I did the same, turning in the opposite direction toward the health club. By the time I reached the freeway, I was scolding myself for being such a vulnerable old lady.
"He's probably laughing right now about how easy it was to seduce an older woman," I said angrily to the empty car. "He probably thought he was doing me a big favor."
It dawned on me that Travis wasn't the first younger man I'd been attracted to in recent months. My business partner, Cole, was only about 30 and I'd had the hots for him since the day we met.
Even though we were equal partners, I provided the original start-up money while Cole was in charge of the day to day running of the organization. Right then, Cole was in Chicago looking at a line of exercise apparel we were thinking of selling at the club. My job while he was gone was to hire an instructor for the weight room. I promised myself that when he returned from his trip, I was going to indulge in some of those fantasies I'd been having about him.
I was feeling better when I parked by the front door of the club. Early morning aerobics classes had already started. I briefly watched the eager participants bouncing around to Beth's lively instructions. Then I stormed into my office to get some paperwork done before my first interview arrived.
For a while, I was able to concentrate on the numbers. The club was doing well, turning a steadily rising profit every month.
Then I started thinking about Travis again. Sleeping next to that hard, strong, young body had been the closest thing to heaven I'd experienced in many years. The sex had been incredible. But it was those eyes, those gold flecked eyes that I would never forget. My mind wandered over the events of the night before and I leaned back in my chair, gazing absently out the window.
"Rachel."
The sound of Beth's voice startled me and I gasped.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," she said with a smile. The petite blonde had showered and changed into street clothes. During the day, she acted as our secretary, answering phones and selling memberships to the club.
"I was just-" I shrugged. "Daydreaming."
The smile widened as she moved toward my desk. Placing a resume on my desk, she said, "Cole has already screened the applicants for the job and he narrowed it down to four. Your first interview is here."
I looked briefly over the neatly typed form. "What do you think?"
She shrugged, her breasts jiggling slightly with the movement. "He'll do, I guess."
The dark-haired young man was well-qualified but he had the personality of a dish rag. I forced myself to talk with him at length, hoping he would change, but nothing happened. We shook hands and I promised I'd call him. His application was in the trash before he was out the door.
Beth announced the arrival of the second and third applicants in much the same way. After bringing me a resume, she would give me her honest opinion. One was too big for her tastes, the other too little. And then she would show them into my office.
"How's it going?" she asked when the last one left.
"Terrible. I haven't liked anyone so far," I answered. "How many more?"
"Just one," she answered.
I took a little break, pouring myself more coffee and stretching my legs. When I sat down again, my tender pussy reminded me of the night before and I trembled. Again, my thoughts drifted and, again, Bern's voice jerked me back to reality.
"This one is gorgeous!" she breathed as she handed me his resume.
"Down, girl," I teased. The look on her face said it all.
Her blue eyes sparkled and she hugged herself, giggling softly. "He's built. He's got a beautiful smile...."
"And the most gorgeous brown eyes you've ever seen," I finished for her as my eyes took in Travis's name in bold letters at the top of the resume.
"I think I'm in love...." she began. "How did you know?"
"We've ... uh ... we've already met," I stammered. My mouth was dry and my hands were shaking. I swallowed hard and tried to compose myself. God, what was I going to do?
"Shall I bring him in now?" she asked, aware that something was wrong.
"Yes," I said dropping the unread resume on the desk. "Show him in."
Beth did as I asked, trying to be as professional as possible. She wasn't having much luck.
Travis was as surprised to see me sitting behind the desk as I had been to see his resume in front of me. He caught his lower lip in his teeth and shook his head slowly from side to side. "I'm sorry. I had no idea...."
"You said you had an interview last night. I guess I wasn't listening," I explained, thinking that he looked even better than he had the night before. His slacks looked as if they were tailor made and the shirt he wore showed off his muscular upper body to its best advantage.
"Can I get you anything?" Beth asked of Travis, totally unaware of what was happening right in front of her.
"No thanks," he said.
She left the room, pausing at the door to roll her eyes heavenward and mouth the words, "He's the one."
"Perhaps we should start all over," I said as I stood up and extended my hand. "My name is Rachel."
Travis took my hand, squeezed it firmly and then drew my fingers to his lips. All I could do was stand there and watch while he kissed the tips softly. And when I did not pull away, he ran his tongue intimately in between each one. By the time he licked my palm, I was gasping for breath, shaking from head to toe.
He kissed his way up my arm to my neck and ear and finally, his mouth covered mine. Our tongues danced and I longed to feel the hard wall of his chest against my aching nipples.
"Do you start all of your interviews this way?" he asked, coming around to my side of the desk.
"No," I whispered. Now I could smell that cologne that reminded me of someone ... something ... when I was very young.
"Good," he said with a teasing wink. And then his big hands covered my breasts.
Forgetting all about what I was trying to remember, I moaned again when his mouth returned to mine. Now, I was free to press the full length of my body against his. I did so without a thought, clinging to his broad shoulders with both arms. Soon, I felt the steel-like hardness of his cock against my belly. Reaching between us, I fondled him through his clothes, loving the way he dry humped my hand.
His nimble fingers began working on the buttons of my blouse. When my chest was exposed, he lowered his head and ran that long, hot tongue up and down the deep cleavage between my breasts. Then just the tip danced along the top of each lacy cup of my bra. Groaning, I thrust my chest at him, squeezing his prick that much harder.
The ringing of the telephone outside the door reminded me that we were in the office. Beth was just on the other side of the door. Club members were walking in and out of the front door, right around the corner. "We can't do this," I breathed, but I didn't pull out of his arms.
"Why not?" he asked. My blouse was completely unbuttoned now, and he pulled it out of the waist of my skirt.
"Because someone might come in here," I stammered, trying to sound stronger than I felt.
"They won't," he said with confidence. Then he returned to licking my breasts. He had pushed my skirt up high with both hands and was squeezing my pantyclad bottom rhythmically.
"What if I get a call?" I whispered.
"You won't," he assured me. Now his hands were sliding up my inner thighs toward the wet crotch of my panties.
"Travis," I moaned when his hand closed over my mound.
He chuckled softly and worked two fingers up under the leg of my panties. Squatting on the floor at my feet, he teased me for only a few moments before easing those two fingers inside of my oily twat.
Shuddering through a mini-cum, I humped the welcome intruders with abandon. My juices oozed out around his probing fingers and my knees grew so weak I had to cling to him for support. Strong inner muscles gripped him and hung on tightly. My excitement rose to fever pitch very quickly.
"Rub my clit," I whimpered.
The young man did as I asked, nosing my bra out of the way so he could latch on to the closest nipple. Again, I whimpered and squatted lower, forcing those fingers as deep as possible. The pleasure was incredible and I struggled to keep quiet.
"Cum for me," he muttered, working his fingers in and out faster. "Cum for your man."
I found myself looking into his beautiful brown eyes. Deja vu! This had happened before, long, long ago, and I'd wanted to drown in those brown eyes. And that added as much to my orgasm as those experienced fingers pleasing my pussy. I gasped and my lower body took on a life of its own, bucking out of control.
When the storm had passed, Travis pulled his fingers from my hole and stood up. He stood there patiently, allowing me to lick them clean and then we kissed again.
"You know I have to have this," I breathed, wiggling against his erection. It was even bigger than before.
"I would have thought you had enough of that last night," he teased.
I shook my head. "Never."
"Me either," he replied and unzipped his pants.
Unable to just stand there, I reached into his shorts and hauled out his meat. It leaped into my hands like an eager puppy. Curling my fingers around the shaft, I stroked him slowly. He moaned and placed a hand over mine, urging me to squeeze him tighter.
"Like this?" I asked, looking up into his eyes.
He could only nod. Then he closed his eyes and fucked my fingers for a few minutes.
My first orgasm on the end of his fingers had just whetted my appetite for more. I squeezed myself with my free hand as I squatted on the floor. Now I was eye level with his cock. I sat there for a few seconds, stroking him slowly. He seemed to grow even harder, throbbing against my fingers, and his piss slit winked at me. I kissed his hot knob, probing into the tiny hole with the tip of my tongue.
"Suck it," he breathed, thrusting himself toward my face.
I didn't have to be asked twice. As I licked my way up and down his shaft, my senses were again almost overwhelmed by the scent of his cologne. When he was glistening wet, I pushed my lips down over the end of his prong and took him deep into my mouth.
"Nobody has a mouth like you," he told me, placing a hand on my head.
I settled into some hard, steady sucking, letting him slide back and forth on the cradle of my tongue. When I tasted his pre-cum, I pulled my head back until only his swollen knob remained inside. Then I teased him with my busy tongue.
"I don't know which is better, your mouth or your pussy," he groaned as he fucked my face gently.
Holding onto his wet prick with one hand, I stood up. "Dare to compare," I said.
He kissed me hungrily, humping my hand at the same time.
I pressed my tingling nipples into his chest. The soft fabric of his shirt only tantalized me. My pussy was aching for him. "Travis, I gotta have it," I moaned, already tugging at my panties with my free hand.
The gold in his eyes looked like tiny, dancing flames as he helped get my panties out of the way. He tossed them aside. Then he placed his hands on my waist and lifted me easily onto the desk. The cool wood felt good against my feverish flesh. Eagerly, I rolled onto my back and spread my legs for him.
"Perfect," Travis breathed. Parting my pubic hairs with both hands, he gazed at my most intimate parts.
I could almost feel my clit swelling under his close scrutiny. I trembled as he lowered his face to my fork and inhaled deeply. Then he stood up and guided his prick to my waiting hole. I held my breath as he placed the rounded head against the tiny mouth of my cunt. Flexing his hips slightly, he eased himself into me, stretching me wide and making me want more. As my pussy gripped him, I could not stop the sound of pleasure that escaped my lips. I could not keep myself from calling his name. And I could not take my eyes off his.
At that moment, my telephone rang.
We froze!
It rang again.
Somehow, I found the strength to push the button marked INTERCOM. "Y ... yes, Beth."
"Rachel, Cole is on the other line. He wants to know if you've hired someone," Beth reported.
Travis grinned, raised a questioning eyebrow and then gave my hungry twat a few more delicious inches. His big, warm hands covered my breasts and he palmed my nipples.
My thoughts whirled and I struggled to answer her.
Travis thrust forward again, giving me just enough to worsen the itch deep in my pussy.
"Rachel?" Beth asked. "Are you okay?"
"Yes," I said a bit too quickly. And then I looked into Travis's beautiful eyes. "Tell him I've hired someone. We're discussing his duties and negotiating his salary now."
"Great!" Beth said, and the line went dead.
"If Beth knew what was going on in here, she would put all the phones on hold and join us," I told Travis.
"Shall we call her back?"
The idea intrigued me, but I shook my head. "Some other time. Right now I want you all for myself."
With a little chuckle, Travis slid his hands up under me, and buried himself to the hilt.
I gasped and ground my body against his. The intensity of my desire surprised me, but I didn't have long to think about that. Travis withdrew slightly and slammed himself into me again with enough force to make both of us grunt.
"Oh, God!" I moaned as a fresh flood of juices poured out around his prick.
"You want some more, boss?" he asked as pulled back until just the head remained inside.
"Yes," I hissed, my body reaching for his teasing cock. Even though he had called me boss, I was no more than a helpless mass of female flesh squirming around on the end of his dick. "Please, don't stop. It feels so good."
"Good," he breathed sliding into me again. "Because you're going to get all you can handle and then some," he promised. Every other word was punctuated by a powerful thrust that made me reach for more.
"Just fuck me," I moaned, squeezing my breasts with my own hands now. "Just make me cum."
"Yes, ma'am," he said.
Placing my ankles over his shoulders, Travis fucked me with steady, rhythmic movements. His big cock filled me to capacity and churned my juices to a froth. My orgasm loomed closer with every passing second. As my body instinctively reached for his pleasure wand, I looked up into his face. The sight of sweat beading on his upper lip and the stormy look in his eyes thrilled me as much as his cock pounding my pussy to a squishy pulp.
"Travis," I whimpered. The cup holding my pencils clattered to the floor. A stack of brochures slid off the end of the desk, but I didn't care. The only thing that was important was the pleasure Travis was bringing to me.
Without missing a stroke, he had leaned forward and taken one of my nipples into his mouth. The quivering began deep inside, spreading outward rapidly.
"Travis!" Right at that moment, I didn't care if anyone heard us or not. I was cumming!
His cock began to swell and jerk. With a guttural grunt, he lunged forward one last time. The hot, creamy cum blasted from the end of his prick, quickly filling my pulsing pussy to overflowing. That only sent me to a higher level of excitement and, for the next few moments, I was aware only of the incredible pleasure raging through me. It was even more intense than what we had shared the night before and I found myself trying to remember if that had ever happened before. I didn't think it had.
Travis was still partially erect when he pulled out of me slowly. I slid off the desk to the floor and took his sex-slick cock into my mouth, using my hands to coax the last droplets of his nut nectar onto my tongue.
"You're going to get me started again," he warned.
Reluctantly, I freed his cock and then we helped each other get our clothes back into place. When I buzzed Beth and asked for all the forms Travis needed to sign, no one would ever guess that we had been fucking all over the desk.
She brought the forms to us and lingered in the room, straightening my bookshelves, while Travis filled out the necessary paperwork. "Would you like for me to show him around, Rachel?" she asked, giving me a pleading look that Travis could not see.
I smiled at her. "That's very kind of you, Beth. Give him the grand tour."
After they left the room, I reached for the phone. Monica had to know about this turn of events.
CHAPTER THREE
Cole arrived about mid-afternoon. I picked him up at the airport. His Italian good looks intrigued me even more than usual, but he was too excited about the results of the trade show to notice. He was also pleased that Travis was already at the club getting familiar with his duties and surroundings.
We went to the club, where he showed me samples of the line of athletic clothing we were going to sell. They were colorful, made of top quality material and reasonably priced. I agreed completely with his decision. We spent some time preparing an order and making arrangements for delivery.
"I'm going to go find Travis and introduce myself," Cole said, breezing out of the room before I could respond.
His enthusiasm was contagious and my spirits soared as I stretched in preparation for my exercise class. As slow music filled the studio, an image flashed into my mind, one that I could not ignore. It was me sandwiched between the naked bodies of Travis and Cole.
I completed my last push-up and lowered myself to the mat. Trembling with pleasure, I pushed my cunt into the floor and let my fantasy continue. A mini cum eased through me as I imagined holding a hard cock in each hand while two hot tongues invaded my pussy. I slid my hands down my body to cup my mound. I was still shaking from the orgasm when my class began arriving moments later.
Monica and I met at her house and she drove to a nearby restaurant. When I told her about the events of the day, her mouth dropped open and she couldn't say a word.
"And you fucked right there on your desk!" she finally sputtered.
I nodded. "Yes, it was incredible."
"Rachel, this is so unlike you," she said.
I shrugged. That part had worried me, too. All I'd talked about or thought about or wanted since I met Travis was sex. "I was even flirting with Cole earlier," I confessed.
"Girlfriend, you'd better be careful," she said as we pulled into her driveway. Then she grinned at me. "Let's go have a drink and you can tell me more."
"It's something about his eyes," I mused as we settled in her den. Seated side by side on the sofa, we each held a glass of wine. "They remind me of someone a long time ago. I just can't seem to place it."
"Is he big?" she asked, her voice hushed as if we were sharing some huge secret.
I nodded. "Huge, and it's just as beautiful as the rest of him."
"But does he know how to use it?" she wanted to know.
Again, I nodded. "That and his tongue."
"Oh, God!" she groaned, and wiggled against the cushions. "Tell me more. It gets me so hot."
I described the night with Travis briefly. But when I told her about our escapade on my desk, I went into great detail, getting more turned on by the minute. She listened quietly. Every once in a while, Monica dipped the tip of her finger into her glass and then placed it against her lips, sucking gently. I knew her well enough to know what she was thinking about.
When Monica turned to me again, her dark eyes were glittering. "I really need to cum," she breathed.
"Me, too," I confessed with a little shiver, although with all the sex I'd had in the past 24 hours, I didn't know why.
Monica and I have been friends for years and we'd grown even closer after our divorces. The first time we masturbated together was one afternoon while watching some sexy soap opera on TV. I was trying not to hump the pillow between my legs, but Monica didn't seem to care whether I was watching or not. I heard a sound and looked across the room. There she sat with her blouse unbuttoned, pinching her big dark nipples, her eyes glued to the TV screen. Even as I watched, she pulled her shorts and panties down and began rubbing her dark-haired pussy with one hand. The next thing I knew, she was naked. One of her long legs was draped over the arm of the chair and two fingers were sliding in and out of her wet twat.
Unable to stand it another second, I pushed my clothes out of the way, spread out on the sofa and began rubbing my clit. We soon forgot all about the TV show and watched each other, climaxing at almost the same time.
Since that day, we masturbated together hundreds of times. Sometimes we used vibrators or dildos, but mostly it was just our fingers and our fantasies that got us off. However, as we undressed this time, I sensed that something was different.
Monica closed her eyes as she tugged playfully at her big nipples. Where I kept my bush neatly trimmed, Monica's mound was covered with a thick, dark mass of damp, unruly curls. I gazed at it as I fondled my own breasts. "Did you suck him?" she breathed.
"Yes," I answered quietly. "His prick tastes as good as it looks."
"Did he cum in your mouth?" Her hands slid down her stomach and she spread her legs, wiggling a single finger between her wet lips.
"Oh, yes," I moaned, doing almost the same thing. My thighs were sticky wet, but it was Monica's musky scent that filled my head. "I swallowed every drop and then sucked him dry. His cum tastes so good."
"I love oral sex," she whispered, and swallowed hard. Finally, she held her lips wide with one hand.
I gazed down at her glistening pink wetness, her erect clit, and licked my lips as she worked two fingers into her pussy. Unlike me, Monica had her eyes closed, drifting through her fantasy. She moaned and sank lower onto the cushions, pushing her fingers deep.
Suddenly, I wanted to taste her. I'd experienced this urge before, but that was nothing compared to the way I wanted to explore her now. Taking a chance, I leaned forward and licked one of her nipples. Monica gasped. The little bud grew stiff against my tongue.
Our eyes met. "I've wanted you to do that for so long," she whimpered.
In answer, I stuck my tongue out again and used the point to caress her nipple. She moaned and thrust it toward my mouth. As my lips circled it, sucking hungrily, my hand covered her other fleshy globe. Her moan grew louder and she ran her fingers through my hair, urging me to move to the other side.
Taking the other nub into my mouth, I flicked it with the tip of my tongue and listened to her gasp with pleasure. When I lifted my head this time, it was to lick my way up her long neck to her mouth. Our tongues battled fiercely as I eased her onto her back on the sofa and knelt between her legs.
Following my instincts, I let my hands travel downward. I caressed her breasts and then slid my fingers lower to brush her flat stomach. Then I ran my fingers through her thick muff. Her moans and gasps continued, telling me that I was giving her exactly what she wanted.
"Play with my pussy," she whispered, her eyes glazed with lust. By this time, she was humping one of my thighs, smearing her wetness all over my bare skin.
I slid one finger into the deep groove between her lips. It was immediately covered with her hot oils. She gasped and jerked her legs wide apart, offering herself to me freely. I dipped into her tiny opening again and again, smearing her juices up to her clit.
"That's what I need," she moaned, squirming against the cushions.
My pussy was running over, too, but pleasing Monica like this after all these years was my main concern. I looked down her sweaty body to where my fingers were teasing the mouth of her pussy. Spreading her lips even wider, I exposed her clit and then made circles around it with my thumb.
She was all but sobbing with pleasure now. Her pussy sucked hard on my fingers and she bucked upward reaching for more. Since this was the first time I'd ever been with another woman, I simply did what I liked to have done to me. I pushed those two fingers deep into her pussy and then leaned forward and sucked her clit into my mouth.
Monica cried out and began bucking wildly against my hand. It was all I could do to keep up with her. I slid one hand up under her ass, just trying to hold on. Her woman scent filled my head, making me dizzy. And the oils that covered her clit were sweet and tangy at the same time. I loved the taste and found myself wanting more.
Little by little, I swirled my tongue downward to where my fingers were sliding in and out of her hole. Soon, I withdrew them and pushed my tongue in their place. Here I was eating another woman's pussy for the first time in my life. I wondered briefly if Monica had experienced this before.
"Eat it!" Monica wailed. "Oh, God, eat my pussy till I scream."
Her outburst took away every thought and I concentrated on giving her what she wanted. Again, I had no idea what I was supposed to be doing, so I just followed my instincts. I alternated between pushing my tongue into her bubbling hole and licking her clit. Her juices poured and I spent some time just sucking them noisily. When they escaped my mouth and ran down her crack, I slid my tongue down there, eager to capture every drop.
Evidently, I was doing the right thing. Monica's gasps had turned to guttural grunts and her hips were moving steadily. She seemed to like it even better when I pushed my tongue into her tight little anus. I added that to my tongue action and continued to pinch her slippery clit rhythmically.
"I'm going to cum," she moaned. Tangling her fingers in my hair, she ground her pussy all over my face. "Rachel, don't stop."
I wasn't about to stop. In fact, I pushed my tongue even deeper into her pussy and eased a finger into her rectum. My own body was reacting as if this was happening to me. I squeezed my legs tightly together to keep from drooling all over her sofa. That brought on a mini-cum that took my breath away briefly.
Monica bucked one last time, howled with pleasure and then grew stiff. Her pussy pulsed and fluttered around my tongue. Her clit throbbed and her asshole clamped down on my finger. Finally, she collapsed, taking in deep, ragged breaths of oxygen and slowly, slowly releasing my fingers and tongue.
I lifted my face, kissed her lower belly tenderly and grinned down at my long-time friend. "Not bad for a first time," I said.
"You've never done that before!" she said as she touched my wet cheeks gently with her fingertips. "I find that hard to believe."
I shrugged and licked her juices off my lips. "It's true. But you can bet I'll do it again. That is, if you'll let me."
"Darling, any time, anywhere. I haven't had a tongue like that in years."
"The only thing is, seeing you cum like that gets me really, really hot," I confessed. I cupped my leaking mound and inched a finger into my pussy.
"I've got just the thing to take care of that," she said and stood up. "Come on, let's go in the bedroom and get comfortable."
I followed Monica's swaying ass into her bedroom, my wet thighs sliding back and forth. Even though I'd seen her naked before, this time was different. It was like I was seeing her through different eyes. Her hips were firm and flared slightly below her narrow waist and, since she was an avid fan of race walking, her legs were lean and muscular.
In the bedroom, she went straight to the dresser and pulled a dildo out of the top drawer. The sex toy was big, thick and long with a smooth rounded tip. "I haven't used this on another woman in a long time," she said, caressing it lovingly with both hands. "Lie down and let me make you happy."
This was a Monica I'd never seen before. Even though she was the one who usually initiated the masturbation sessions, it never occurred to me that she might be bisexual. However, I could still taste her juices and smell her heat, so I was ready for whatever she had in mind.
Monica approached the bed, licking and sucking the fake dick until it glittered wetly. Then she lay down beside me and used the rounded end to make wet circles around my tingling nipples. I moaned and closed my eyes, the waves of pleasure returned full force.
"I've always thought that you had such beautiful breasts," she whispered, licking my shoulder and upper arm.
I shuddered as her hot breath caressed my skin.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"I don't know. I guess I should have known we'd end up as lovers sooner or later, though." She drew a wet line down my stomach with the dildo. It was still warm from her mouth.
As the dildo burrowed its way through my fiery bush, my legs parted of their own accord. "You sound as if you've been in this situation before," I said, my curiosity piqued.
Monica sighed as she slid the end of the dildo up and down my wet slit. "When I was in college, I was seduced by an older woman, one of my professors." Even though she continued teasing me with the toy, her eyes took on a faraway, dreamy look. "Bev taught me everything from licking pussy to the proper way to use a dildo. We lived together for two years and then she met someone else and that was the end of that. I was sure that I was a lesbian and had lots of other lovers, mostly older women. Then I met Robert and he convinced me otherwise. But then he left, too."
"And you're afraid that might happen with us?" I asked, my voice shaking a little.
Monica shook her head and gave me a little smile. "We were friends first and we'll be friends from now on. With Bev, there was nothing between us but sex. There's a difference."
When Monica finished talking, she lowered her mouth to one of my nipples and sucked it gently. At almost the same moment, she gave the dildo a little shove. It slid into my greasy pussy easily, making me gasp. I spread my legs wider and lifted my ass, urging her to go deeper.
"Feel good?" she asked, licking and kissing her way down my belly. "Uh-huh," I groaned.
Monica gave the dildo a little twist and a gusher of juices poured out of me, sliding down my crack to the bed below. By this time, she was kissing my clit. Her long hair caressed my hip and thigh with silken fingers.
Travis's mouth and tongue had been wonderful, and I'd had other men just as good. But they were nothing compared to Monica's oral skills. As my passion rose, my body reaching for more and more, it dawned on me that the old saying was true. Only a woman knows how to really, really please another woman.
"Monica," I whimpered, placing a hand on her bobbing head.
In answer, she sucked my clit into her mouth and began flicking it with her tongue to match the rhythm of the pistoning dildo. God, it felt good! My orgasm built and subsided, built and subsided until I could stand it no longer. Groaning with pleasure, I humped Monica's mouth and the dildo. Thoughts of Travis flashed through my mind. With my eyes closed, I could see his sweaty face, that fabulous body-and those beautiful eyes that intrigued me so. Finally, my climax hit, turning me into a writhing mass of female flesh. All I could do was grunt while my pussy sucked noisily on the dildo.
"You do know how to use that thing," I said when I caught my breath.
"I had a good teacher," she said, her voice sounding distant. And then she pulled the dildo free and licked her way back up my body.
We lay face to face on the pillow with the sex-slimed dildo between us. And we alternated between licking the pleasure toy and kissing each other until our hands were roaming once again. This time, my fingers found Monica's pussy as wet and hungry as before. Now, feeling more confident, I knelt between her legs and explored her private parts freely, finding out what made her gasp and what did not.
"Use the dildo," she moaned when her body began moving rhythmically to my busy fingers.
Curling my fingers around the shaft of the rubber dong, I urged her legs further apart and eased it into her pussy. She groaned, closed her eyes and covered her sweaty breasts with both hands. As I worked it in and out, I watched the way her wet lips clung to it. Her clit was throbbing and I rubbed it with my thumb. That brought a low, throaty sound from Monica and I realized she was teetering on the brink of orgasm.
I was, too, for that matter. Swinging my body around until I was straddling her face, I lowered my mouth to her clit and continued pumping the dildo in and out. Monica grabbed my ass with both hands and pulled me down onto her outstretched tongue. For the next few minutes, the only sound in the room was the delicious wet sounds of sex. They mingled with our muffled grunts and groans and the rhythmic squeaking of her bed.
We climaxed at the same time, clinging to each other as long as possible. And then we collapsed, gasping and sweating and thoroughly satisfied-at least for the moment.
With her head resting on my shoulder, Monica began telling me about her lesbian lovers again. I must have dozed, because when I woke up, she was sleeping soundly. As I lay there watching her chest rise and fall with her steady breathing, thoughts of Travis came to mind again. Where had I seen those eyes before?
Suddenly, I remembered! The realization hit me like a ton of bricks. My first lover had had those eyes. I had just turned 18 and he was older, a married man. Even now, I shivered as I remembered how exciting our affair had been. The sneaking around, meeting in the woods or a cheap motel. Once, when his wife was out of town, he took me to his bed and fucked me there for hours. I hadn't thought about him in years. His wife found out about us and threatened to leave him, so he broke it off. Unable to stand the pain of having him so close and yet so far away, I made plans to go to school in a nearby city.
But that was before I found out that I was ...!
"Oh, my God!" I moaned, sitting bolt upright.
"What's wrong?" Monica said, startled at my sudden movement.
"Oh, Monica, something terrible has happened. I know who Travis is!"
CHAPTER FOUR
"Your son!" Monica gasped. She was still sitting on the bed, but she was fully awake now.
"I had an affair with a married man. He broke it off and then a month later, I found out I was pregnant," I said, pacing back and forth in her bedroom. "I gave the baby up. It was the best thing for both of us at the time. It had been years since I'd thought about the baby, childbirth and how I'd not been allowed to see him. I'd found out accidentally that it was a boy. "Later, they told me that I couldn't have any more children."
"How can you be sure?"
"Those eyes," I moaned, covering my face with my hands and slumping onto the bed beside her. "They are his father's eyes. I know it. Monica, what am I going to do? I've been fucking my own son!"
She put a comforting arm around my shoulder. "The first thing you're going to do is make sure. I've got a friend who can help. He's a private detective who used to be on the police force." Glancing at the clock, she said, "It's not too late. Let's give him a call."
I was all but incoherent, vaguely aware that Monica was playfully promising him sex in return for a favor. Monica had to talk to her friend getting pertinent information from me. When she hung up the phone, she turned to me. "All we can do now is wait. He says he'll have something for us by mid-morning."
The rest of the night was a roller coaster of emotions. Monica insisted I stay with her. I finally fell asleep in her arms out of pure exhaustion. Sexy dreams of Doug woke me up several times. Closing my eyes, I dozed again, but this time Doug turned into Travis. We were naked together in my bed and he had just brought me off with his tongue.
"Mom," he murmured, lifting his wet face from between my legs. My juices dripped from his chin and his cheeks were covered with cunt hairs. "I love eating my mama."
I woke up, shaking and sweating and lay there until just before dawn. Leaving Monica sleeping peacefully, I went home. I showered and dressed before going to teach my first aerobics class of the day. But when I arrived at the club, I saw Travis and Cole warming up in the weight room, their bulging muscles already glistening with sweat. Ducking out of sight before they could see me, I realized I could not teach, could not do anything until I knew the truth.
Beth looked concerned when I asked her to take over for me, but she was happy to help out. I locked myself in my office and sat there staring into space, waiting for the phone call. Beth called after the class was over and asked if I needed anything. I told her that I was not to be disturbed. Travis and Cole knocked on the door, but I told them to go away, that I was very busy. I could not bear talking to anyone until I knew for sure.
The telephone rang at about ten. Monica was on the line wanting Travis's social security number.
"Does he know anything?" I asked after giving her the information.
"He's not saying yet. He's asked for one more hour."
There was nothing to do but wait.
Even with the realization that Travis was my son, I found myself wanting him. I caressed myself thinking about how his hands felt, how those eyes seemed to look right into my soul. I was just sliding my hand down into my panties when the telephone rang.
"Rachel?" It was a man's voice.
"Yes."
He told me he was a friend of Monica's and he had some information for me. "Travis McDaniels was born on August 12, 25 years ago in Dallas, Texas, to a young, unmarried woman. The couple who adopted him was in the delivery room. They took the baby home the next day."
I almost dropped the receiver. The birthing had been painful and difficult for both me and the baby, but I vaguely remembered a woman holding my hand. She was crying softly, thanking me over and over again.
"Are you there?" he asked. "Yes."
"Hospital records list the baby's mother as Rachel Turner. I know your name is Bradley now. Was Turner your maiden name?"
I nodded, swallowed hard and nodded again. Then I realized he couldn't see me nodding. "Yes," I squeaked.
"It looks like Travis is your son. Congratulations!"
I thanked him for his time, hung up the phone and sank back into my chair. Now, what was I going to do? I'd been fucking my own son, but what was worse, even with this new knowledge, I still wanted him, ached for him. Monica called and I gave her the news.
"You're going to have to tell him," she told me. "He has a right to know."
"I know," I sighed.
It was just after lunchtime when I decided I had to get this over with. I stepped out of my office into an empty lobby. The place was usually quiet this time of day. Beth was taking classes in the afternoons, so the answering service was picking up the calls. Cole was probably in his office, making last minute arrangements for our new line of clothing. That was just as well. I didn't want to see either of them. It was Travis I was looking for.
He was not in the weight room, so I went around to the other side of the building, thinking he might be at his locker. The lockers were in a room at the end of the hall. As I approached the double doors, I heard voices. Just as I put my hand against the swinging door to push it open, the soft, sexy laughter of a woman reached my ears.
"Oh, Travis." The laughter turned to a low moan and I froze.
"Damn, what a beautiful ass," Travis said. That was followed by wet, kissing noises.
"Oh," Beth moaned again. "No one's ever done that before."
"Baby, you haven't seen anything yet," he said to her.
I was torn between wanting to look and knowing I should leave. My curiosity won and I opened the door just wide enough to slip inside. Hidden by the first row of lockers, I tiptoed across the tiled floor and peeped around the corner.
Travis and Beth were together on one of the benches which separated the lockers. They were both naked and had obviously been that way for a while. The strawberry-sized nipples that topped her big, firm breasts were as stiff as Travis's prick, which she held in both hands. She did not let go of him even as he eased her onto her back on the bench.
Beth moaned as he moved his head back and forth from one nipple to the other. She worked the shiny skin of his cock up and down with one hand and held his head against her chest with the other. Her moans grew louder when Travis placed a big hand over her honey-colored curls. She spread her legs easily and he worked a single, teasing finger inside of her.
I shuddered at the sight and realized suddenly that I was watching my son pleasure this beautiful young woman. My panties were wet and I squeezed my own aching pussy hard. Even with my new knowledge, I longed to be in her place, especially now that his mouth had followed his hand downward.
Travis knelt on the floor beside the bench and held Beth's wet lips wide with his thumbs. He worked the tip of his tongue up and down her slit, teasing her until she moaned. Her juices poured and she gasped when he placed his lips against her erect clit and sucked on it noisily.
"That feels so good," she gasped as she tugged playfully at her nipples. They were still glistening with his spit under the harsh fluorescent lighting. Arching her back, she thrust her very wet, pink and blonde pussy at his face. "Please don't stop."
He worked his thick tongue into her hole, wiggled it in and out a few times and then dropped it even lower to her puckered anus. She groaned and held her legs high and wide to give him all the room he needed. Forgetting her pussy for a moment, Travis concentrated his oral action on her asshole. He alternated between pushing his tongue deep and then rimming the tiny opening with just the tip.
"God, I need to cum so bad," Beth moaned, pressing her ass against his face. Then she began rubbing her own clit.
Knowing exactly how wonderful Travis's tongue could be, I slipped a hand into my panties and stroked my own throbbing clit. For the moment, the fact that he was my son slipped my mind. I was just watching a handsome young man, a skillful lover, turn a beautiful young woman into a quivering mass of helpless female flesh. Watching him tongue her asshole had caused mine to itch. I tickled it with a wet fingertip.
Beth's cry of release echoed off the tiled walls. I shuddered through a mini-cum as I watched her squirm around on the end of Travis's tongue like a fish on a hook. Thick, wet sounds reached my ears as he sucked her dry and swallowed her flowing juices.
It seemed as if she was never going to return to reality, but she did. Her thrashing finally slowed and then stopped altogether. At last, she opened her eyes and smiled warmly at my son. Pulling him on top of her on the bench, she kissed his mouth and then licked his face clean.
I had climaxed right along with Beth, but regained my composure as she sat up and went to work on his cock with her mouth. She licked him slowly, sensuously. From my vantage point, I could also see his bloated balls and the tender way she fondled them. Swallowing hard, knowing how it felt to have him throbbing against my tongue, I glanced up at my son's face. The sweat beading on his upper lip mingled with her juices. He was watching her intently, stroking the top of her head and obviously thoroughly enjoying Beth's oral treatment. I slid two fingers into my steamy pussy again.
When she decided he was wet enough, Beth made a tiny ring of her lips and slid them down over his big knob. She sucked him briefly and then swirled her tongue around him, teasing him until he gasped. He thrust upward into her mouth and she settled into some serious sucking, taking him deep, her head bobbing steadily.
"Yeah, baby, go," he groaned. With a leg on either side of the bench, he leaned back on his elbows and humped her face.
Beth freed him abruptly, pumped his spit-slick cock with one hand and then lowered her face to his balls. I bit my lip to keep quiet as she tongued first one tender orb and then the other. Pearly streams pre-cum bubbled out of the head of his dick and ran down her fingers. My mouth watered to taste him. My pussy spasmed around my fingers.
Travis moaned and closed his eyes when her mouth closed on his cock again. She lapped up his pre-cum, moaning at the taste, and then probed into his piss slit for more.
"Don't you want to feel this fucker in that sweet little pussy?" he asked, his voice strained and husky.
Beth kissed his swollen, red knob one final time and then nodded. "It's all I've been thinking about since the day you walked in here."
In response, Travis pulled her against him and they kissed, long and deep. He squeezed her ass roughly with both hands, pulling the cheeks wide and then pushing them tightly together. I could see red marks where his fingers had been. From the way she moaned into his mouth and pressed herself against him, she was loving every minute of it.
"Turn around," he muttered and helped her maneuver into position. by this time, my panties were down around my knees. I squatted slightly and pushed two fingers as deep into my twat as possible. My fingers only made the itch worse. How I longed for Monica's dildo ... or my son's prick!
On her hands and knees, Beth spread her legs wide. I could see the clear juices dripping from her twat and her clit was twice as big as before. She moaned when Travis inched two fingers inside of her. When she pushed back against his hand, another flood of oils poured out.
"Give me your cock," she moaned. "I need it."
My son moved into place behind her. He pressed the end of his prick against her swollen cunt lips. The knob disappeared and Beth moaned loudly. Rocking backwards on her knees, she tried to force his full length inside of her right away. But Travis slowed her down, holding her back, giving his cock to her inch by inch until he was buried to the hilt.
"You're so big," she gasped. "Fuck me with that monster."
Squeezing her hips, he withdrew until only the head remained inside. And then he thrust forward again with enough force to make both of them grunt. Beth loved it. Rocking back and forth on her knees, she met him stroke for stroke, taking everything he had and begging for more. The wet sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room.
Leaning against the end of the lockers for support, I fingered myself furiously. It was as if Travis was fucking both of us at the same time.
"Is that what you wanted?" he asked between clenched teeth. Sweat was pouring off his body as he fucked her harder and faster. He looked like a well-oiled sex machine, intent on nothing, but pleasing his lover.
"Yes," Beth hissed, throwing her head back. "You fuck as good as you look."
Travis laughed softly at her statement, but his steady, powerful thrusting continued. I watched as he wet his thumb with his mouth and then pressed it against her splayed asshole. He worked it in a circle against her puckered opening and then pushed just the tip inside.
"Oh, my God!" Each word was nothing but a grunt coming from Beth. She ground her body against him, forcing both his thumb and his cock deep into her pussy. "Oh, my God!"
As Beth's climax overtook her, I rocked my clit with my palm. Soon, I was jerking and bucking right along with her. She was as surprised as I that Travis was still in control of himself. He pulled his oily cock from her and lay down on his back on the bench, pulling her on top of him. Without turning around, Beth lowered her pussy onto his prick and began riding up and down almost immediately.
From my vantage point, I could see everything, from the way her pussy slid up and down his cock to the way her breasts danced on her chest. She groaned and squeezed her nipples with one hand. Her other hand went between her legs to rub her erect clit.
"Ride it, baby," Travis grunted as he bucked upward into her. 'Take it deep."
"Oh, God!" Beth whimpered. Her body was already bucking out of control again. "Oh, God, I'm cumming!"
Indeed she was, and I was right behind her. Seeing her juices pour out around his prick and sliding down his balls excited me even more, and it was all I could do to stand once I caught my breath.
"Keep moving," Travis grunted. His balls had moved into firing position and he fucked her even faster. He was going to blow any second. "Don't stop. Suck me with that pussy. Make me...."
His babbling came to an abrupt halt as his whole body stiffened. There was a low roar and I shivered, remembering how it felt when he pumped his hot load into my body. The jetting spunk set Beth off again. And to my surprise, I climaxed right along with them. Someday, I promised myself, someday we'll make it a threesome. And then I remembered that Travis was my son. There would be no threesomes with him.
Depression and a strong sense of loss overcame me. While the couple recovered, I jerked my clothes back into place and left the locker room unnoticed.
Back in my office, I waited for Beth to return to her desk. When she did, I stepped out into the lobby. She was smoothing her skirt into place, her hair and make-up freshly done. "How was class?"
"Class?" she asked, looking confused. "Uh ... er ... oh, it was fine. I'm learning a lot."
"Good. Have you seen Travis?" I asked.
"He was down in the locker room the last time I saw him," she replied. "Shall I call him?"
"No, I'll just go down there and talk to him. Thanks."
Even though I dreaded what I was about to do, I hurried back down the hall toward the locker rooms. It was better just to get this over with and let him decide what to do next. I found him picking up wet towels our morning guests had left behind. He was tossing them into a wicker basket. Wearing nothing but jogging shorts, he moved like a jungle cat.
I stood there for a moment watching his muscles ripple under his tanned flesh with every movement. A strange sense of pride came over me. This beautiful, intelligent, sexy creature was my son. And for a moment, at least, I'd known the exquisite delight of his hard young body pleasing mine. All that was destined to end as soon as I revealed my identity to him.
Swallowing hard, I let the door close behind me with a bang and started toward him. "Travis, you don't have to do this," I said.
He shrugged. "No problem. I have a little time on my hands before the next class, so I thought I'd help out a little."
"That's very sweet of you."
"So, boss, did you need me for something?" he asked, placing emphasis on the word need. Then he winked at me and licked his lips as he openly admired my body.
I swallowed hard and looked away from him. "I just need to tell you something. I just found out and...." I was near tears.
Seeing my discomfort, Travis's flirty looks changed to concern. He put an arm around my shoulders and steered me toward the bench where he and Beth had been fucking earlier. "Easy," he said soothingly. "Slow and easy. What's wrong?"
"Travis, do you know that you're adopted?" I asked.
He nodded. "Yes. My real mother was young and unmarried. She gave me up for adoption so I could have a better life than she could give me," he explained.
"Your father...."
"My father was married to someone else at the time. He's really a good guy, though. I met him about a year ago. He'd just gotten divorced. We've talked several times since." Travis was talking quickly, but quietly and I had the feeling he had not discussed this with anyone else. "He wouldn't tell me anything about my mother. Only that she moved away and he had no idea where she was. What does this have to do with anything?"
"I know your mother."
"You're kidding."
"I'm not kidding," I said, squeezing the big hand that rested on my thigh. That, too, as I suddenly remembered was much like his father's.
Now that the moment of truth was here, could I go through with it? Even as we sat there talking, I was very aware of his maleness, of the fact that we had been intimate. And, God help me, I wanted him even then. It would be so easy not to tell him.
"Is she here?"
I nodded. "I'm your mother, Travis."
CHAPTER FIVE
I held my breath, waiting, searching those beautiful brown eyes for some reaction. They were unreadable; another trait of his father's.
Finally, Travis took my face in his big hands and studied it closely. "I've always wanted to know what you looked like," he said quietly.
I shrugged. "Now, you know."
His hands slid down to my shoulders and he squeezed them gently. "The other night in the bar, I was drawn to you. I tried to ignore it, but I couldn't. I'm not usually attracted to older women, no matter how beautiful they are, so I didn't understand it. I understand it now."
I didn't know what to say, so I kept quiet. What I did know was that the hands that were sliding down my arms were sending bolts of electric excitement through my body. Despite what I'd just witnessed between him and Beth and my own self-induced orgasms, my nipples were already tingling. Son or not, Travis was getting to me again.
"What are you thinking?" I asked when he continued looking at me.
"I don't know how to say it," he began, taking my hands in his.
"Just tell me," I whispered. I knew what he was going to say. It felt as if my heart was being ripped out of my chest. He was going to have to leave.
"You still turn me on," he answered, and with that he looked down at his lap.
My gaze followed his. He was half-hard, the lump in his shorts growing steadily.
"I think this makes me want you even more," he confessed.
"Oh, Travis," I whimpered, sliding my hands up his bare chest. "I don't care whether you're my son or not. I get wet every time I see you."
Placing a finger under my chin, he lifted my face. He kissed my mouth, tenderly at first, but then his tongue brushed against my lips. They parted and that busy tongue darted inside. Catching his hands in mine, I guided them to my aching breasts. We both moaned as the nipples grew stiff against his palms. He squeezed them together, lowered his head and worked the tip of his hot, wet tongue up and down my cleavage.
The sensation took my breath away. Even though we'd done this before, it felt like the first time he had ever touched me. I had a feeling he was going through the same thing. This time, we weren't just a man and a woman pleasing each other as well as pleasing ourselves. We were mother and son. What bond could be stronger.
My panties were soaked through as I slid my hands down his hairy chest to his rippled stomach. His mouth returned to mine when my fingers closed around his prick, still covered by the nylon shorts he wore. The heat was incredible and he grew even harder at my touch.
"If you're feeling what I'm feeling," he began, "we need to get out of these clothes."
I nodded. But when I made no move to undress myself, my son caught the hem of my tank top and gently pulled it over my head. He gazed at my bare breasts as if seeing them for the first time. And then he covered them with his hands again, thumbing the erect nipples. He moaned and humped my hands slowly.
We kissed again, long and deep, and he pulled me to him, crushing my nipples against his chest. I continued to rub his cock, but now my hand was inside his shorts. Droplets of pre-cum wet my fingers and I longed to lick them off.
"I want to taste my son," I whispered.
Travis took a deep, ragged breath and stood up to remove his shorts. When his prick leaped free, I caught the stiff muscle in my hands, thrilled and amazed at his size. He was bigger than he had been earlier with Beth. The knob was wet with excitement and I lapped at it hungrily, listening to his throaty moans.
As he stood there straddling the narrow bench, I stroked and massaged him with both hands. I continued licking him until he was wet from knob to root. And then I pushed his cock back against his belly and covered his balls with my mouth. I could almost feel the cum boiling inside. I tongued and sucked his tender orbs until he was groaning loudly. Releasing his hairy sac abruptly, my mouth returned to his prick. I slid my lips down over his pleasure wand and sucked gently.
"Mom," he moaned. "Oh, God, Mom. Your mouth is so hot, so good."
The moment he referred to me as his mother, something snapped inside of me. Even though my own excitement was raging out of control, my whole body screaming for release, I wanted nothing more than to swallow his hot cum. Sliding my mouth up and down his prong, I squeezed him with my lips. The deeper I took him, the harder I squeezed.
"Suck it, Mama," he whimpered. Placing both hands on my head, he humped my mouth gently. "Suck your son's dick."
His words, plus the delicious gusher of pre-cum coating my tongue made me want him even more. I let him touch the back of my throat, waited for his groan and then released all, but the head of his prick. After swirling my tongue around his sensitive knob briefly, I swallowed him deep again. My nose was buried in his dark pubic hair.
And all the while, my hands stayed in motion. I ran my fingertips up his inner thighs and let them dance across his bloated balls. I caressed his chest and belly and then I slid my hands around to cup and squeeze his tight behind.
"Damn, you're going to make me shoot," he grunted.
I knew exactly what I was doing. It was what I needed right at that moment. I sucked harder. Little wet sucking sounds filled the room as my lips slid up and down his meat. Sliding one of my hands between my legs, I inched a finger into my overflowing pussy. When it was wet, I placed it against Travis's anus, working it in a little circle. He squatted low, forcing it a bit deeper while fucking my mouth at the same time.
"Christ!" he hissed. His cock throbbed against my tongue, swelling to gigantic proportions.
Knowing he was losing control quickly, I pulled my head back. I wanted to taste every drop of my son's cream. I probed into his piss slit with the tip of my tongue and then worked it over and around his nerve bundle.
Travis gasped and tangled his fingers in my hair. With my finger buried in his asshole past the first knuckle, I used my other hand to cup his balls. They had moved into firing position, hugging his body tightly.
"Cumming!" he grunted as his cock began to jerk. "Damn, I'm cumming!"
Time seemed to stand still. His asshole clamped down on my finger and his balls spasmed beneath my hand. And then my mouth was flooded with my son's semen. The first spurt hit the roof of my mouth with such force that I could hear it. I barely had time to swallow that sweet, hot load when it was followed by another. This one covered my tongue, but before I could swallow it, he poured another and another into my mouth.
"Suck me, Mom," he groaned as he continued spewing. "Eat me. Drink my cum!"
I was doing exactly what he wanted, but the climax brought on by his tasty spunk sliding down my throat was just as intense. I hadn't even touched myself!
Even after Travis stopped spewing, I continued to hold him in my mouth. As he shriveled, I pulled my finger out of his rectum and gave his balls a final rub. Then finally, I gave his knob a kiss and allowed him to sit down on the bench in front of me. His body was covered with a fine sheen of sweat and he was still struggling to breathe normally.
"I can't remember ever cumming like that," he told me. "No woman has ever made me feel so good. This is incredible!"
"And I got off just feeling you squirt in my mouth," I confessed.
"Well, you're going to get off again. I'm going to eat my mother's pussy until she screams."
I shivered at his words and a fresh flow of juices oozed out of me. It was my turn to stand up. When I did so, on shaking legs, he pulled my shorts and panties down my legs. Even before they were completely out of the way, he was licking my sticky wet inner thighs and moaning as he inhaled my musky scent.
"Let me lie down," I whispered, knowing I was too weak to stand.
Travis tossed my clothing aside and helped me to lie down on the bench in front of him. He pushed my legs wide apart with both hands. After gazing hungrily at my lewdly splayed pussy for a second, he lowered his face and inhaled deeply.
"You smell so good, Mom," he breathed as if he'd never been this close to me before.
I realized he must be experiencing the same thing I had earlier. Closing my eyes, I held my breath as he began planting little kisses all over my hairy mound. When he swirled his tongue through my damp, tangled bush, I could control myself no longer. I ran my fingers through his hair and whispered. "Taste me, son."
Travis parted my swollen lips with his thumbs, much as he had done earlier with Beth. He pressed his lips against the pulsing mouth of my cunt and kissed me noisily. "God, you taste like heaven, Mom," he moaned, lifting his head.
My body reached for his mouth again, a purely involuntary reaction, and I moaned softly.
He glanced up at my face and grinned. Then, still holding me wide open, he kissed my sensitive clit. When I gasped and jumped, he kissed it again and again, finally sucking it between his lips.
"Travis," I whimpered. Arcing my back, I used both hands to hold his head to my cunt. "Eat me, baby. Use that tongue."
My son didn't have to be asked twice. He drove his tongue deep into my twat, prying my lips even further apart. After working it in and out a few times, he withdrew it completely and used the tip to make ever widening circles just inside of my lips. Lifting his face, he watched me hump the air in frustration.
I knew I was behaving like a sex-crazed woman, but there was no way I could stop myself. Never in my life had I been so wired, so ready for anything. And, in the back of my mind, I knew it was because this was my son with his head buried between my legs.
Then his hot mouth was on me again, and I didn't have the ability to think about anything except the pleasure racing through me. His tongue circled my clit several times, bringing me so close to orgasm I could almost taste it. Just before I lost control, his thick, oral muscle returned to my hole. My animal-like grunts echoed off the tiled walls and I smeared my pussy all over his face.
Again, Travis brought me almost to the peak of pleasure. Then his tongue slithered down my crack, sucking noisily at my juices. When he reached my asshole, he shoved his tongue into that tiny hole, reaming it perfectly.
I cried out and shuddered through a cum. Unable to keep my hands off myself another second, I began rubbing my clit. Travis must have realized I had reached the point of no return. He nudged my hands out of the way with his nose and sucked my clit into his mouth. Then he worked two fingers into my overflowing pussy and teased my asshole with a finger on his free hand.
"Travis, baby," I moaned. "Make your mama cum." Within seconds, my son's oral skills sent me flying off into orbit. I bucked so wildly, I almost fell off the narrow bench where I was lying. Again, I had never experienced such pleasure.
Almost before I caught my breath, he was on his feet, tugging at my hand. "Let's go rinse off in the shower," he breathed, his face shiny with my juices-just like in my dream.
Travis half-dragged, half-carried me to the large, private shower at he opposite end of the locker room. He was hard again, even bigger than before, and I curled my fingers around his prong as we came together under the hot, stinging spray of water. We kissed and I moaned at the taste of my juices on his mouth. His hands were all over me, thrills racing through me as if I had not climaxed in weeks instead of minutes.
"I want something special from my mother," Travis breathed, pulling me tight against him. He worked a thigh between my legs. "Something I've never had before."
"Anything," I moaned, humping his thigh.
"Your ass," he told me. With both hands on my backside, he pulled me even closer. "I want to fuck your ass."
The moment he said it, I wanted it, too. With a little smile and one last kiss, I turned around and placed my hands against the wall. The hot water pounded against my sensitive nipples.
"My mom has such a beautiful ass," Travis told me, his hot mouth right at my ear.
Moving up close behind me, so that his cock nestled against the crack of my ass, Travis slid his hands down my flat stomach to my mound. After exposing my clit to the rushing water, he turned his attention to my hips again. My whole body vibrated at his touch and at the husky sound of his voice.
"I'll bet it's tight," he whispered as he held my cheeks wide.
I moaned as he teased my puckered hole with the tip of his finger. My pussy grew even wetter.
"And I'll bet it's hot," he continued as he inched his finger into my rectum.
At one time in my life, I had been quite an anal freak. If I didn't have a cock in my ass, I'd stick a dildo up there. And, more than once, I'd taken on two cocks at the same time, just so I could have one in my ass. Yet, it had been years since I'd indulged in my secret passion.
There was no way Travis could know how just the suggestion of it thrilled his mother. For some reason, I wanted him in my ass more than I'd ever wanted anything in my life. My moans grew louder as I bent forward, placing both hands on the wet floor. Now, the water was pouring onto my back, sliding down between us, adding to my natural lubrication.
"You want it, too, don't you?" he questioned as he added a second finger to my asshole and pushed them deep.
"Yes," I hissed. "I can't wait to feel you cumming in my, butthole."
"That's what I thought," he breathed as he drove the full length of his cock into my pussy.
I gasped in surprise at the sudden intrusion, but my pussy clung to his prick as if it would never let go. He worked it in and out a few times, fingering my asshole all the while. When I was meeting him stroke for stroke, he pulled his fingers out of my rear and placed the fat knob of his prick against it.
"Give it to me, son," I moaned, pushing back against him. "Stick it in my ass."
Travis applied steady pressure and worked his cockhead in a small circle. For a few seconds, the only sound in the room was the roar of the water. And then he was inside of me, more than half of his length, stretching my rectum wide. At first, all I was aware of was the pressure. Neither of us moved for a few minutes, but as I relaxed, I became aware of the chorus of our throaty moans.
"Start fucking me," I instructed as I worked my body back and forth slowly. "Slow and easy."
Following my instructions perfectly, my son began fucking my asshole. As we relaxed, the intense pleasure flowing through us, he inched his way deeper. I encouraged it by meeting his gentle strokes.
God, the first tremors of orgasm were already spreading outward from my asshole.
"Fuck it," I grunted as I reached for more and more of my son's meat. "Give it to me."
His excitement was threatening to peak soon. His cock was already beginning to swell. He moaned and held onto my ass with both hands. Ramming himself to the hilt again and again, his balls slapped the back of my thighs. And then, with a roar, he was cumming, pouring his hot, thick load deep into my bowels. That triggered my own orgasm and I quivered and jerked on the end of his dick like a puppet on a string.
We stayed connected like that until he shriveled and slipped out of me. Travis's smile was almost shy as I began to lather him up. When he was rinsed, he washed me just as thoroughly and then we stepped out to dry off.
"I think we need to keep this to ourselves," he said softly as he dried me with a towel. Those beautiful eyes looking down into mine were almost amber. "Just until we get things sorted out between us."
"It's really no one's business, but I agree," I said, and we began to get dressed.
"Since I'm going to be settling down here, I guess I might as well start looking for an apartment," he said as he pulled on his socks and athletic shoes.
"I've got plenty of room at the house. You can stay with me until you find a place," I told Travis, sounding more confident than I felt.
He reluctantly agreed, and then he gave one of my breasts an affectionate squeeze. "Thanks, Mom ... I mean, boss."
I swatted at him playfully. "You'd better get back to work before I fire you," I threatened.
He danced just out of my reach, laughing.
And then I was alone in the locker room, staring at my reflection in a mirror. My face was glowing and, suddenly, everything seemed right with the world.
About an hour later, I was in my office working when someone knocked at the door. "It's open," I said, without looking up.
"Rachel, are you busy?" It was Cole.
I smiled at him and motioned toward one of the chairs in front of my desk. "What's on your mind?" I asked as the dark, handsome Italian took a seat.
He shrugged broad shoulders and then leaned forward with his elbows on his knees and looked at me. "You look even prettier than usual," he began.
"Cole," I said with a sigh. "We've been through this before. The attraction is there, but we're partners. Business and pleasure do not mix, at least not in my business."
His gaze never wavered. He licked his lips seductively and leaned back in the chair, stretching his legs out in front of him. "Good sex will do that to a woman."
"My sex life is none of your business," I said gently. "Now, if you don't have anything else to talk about...."
"I saw you, Rachel," he cut me off.
"Saw me?" I asked, even though I knew immediately what he was talking about. My heart thudded in my chest. God, how long was he watching? Had he heard me tell Travis I was his mother?
CHAPTER SIX
"Don't play dumb," Cole said, his voice growing hushed, quiet. "I know you were with Travis. In the locker room and in the shower."
I sighed and held up my hands in surrender. "So, you caught us. Things got a little out of hand, that's all. We're both single. We're both adults." I knew I was babbling, but I could not stop myself.
Cole sat quietly watching me, even after I had stopped talking.
"How ... how long were you watching?" I asked, trying not to stammer. My face was hot with embarrassment.
"Long enough. And I really wasn't able to see much, especially when you were in the shower." He smiled and the dimple in his chin deepened. "But it wasn't what I saw that held my attention."
I met his eyes, trying to keep my emotions under control.
"It was what I heard that intrigued me."
"Cole, this is really none of your...."
"I heard you telling Travis that you were his mother. And then you proceeded to fuck him, quite well, I might add," he told me, leaning forward on his elbows again. He propped his chin on his hands. "All things considered, I'll bet you wouldn't want that information to get around to any of your high class business associates would you?"
"What are you saying?" I asked, looking him straight in the eye. I refused to let him see me squirm.
"I'm saying that I'll keep your little secret, but it's going to cost you."
"How much?"
"I haven't really thought about that," he said scratching his strong chin thoughtfully. "Let's say, for starters, you use your head, and those beautiful lips and that talented tongue...."
"You want me to suck you off?" I asked, surprised at his request. I was equally surprised at the little shiver of desire that ran through me.
"For starters," he repeated.
"Right here?"
"Right now."
The legs that carried me across the room to the door were shaking. The fingers that turned the lock were shaking. And when I turned and saw the delicious-looking bulge in his slacks, it grew even worse.
"Take off your top," he said as he took a seat in my chair behind the desk. The look on his face left no room for argument.
I did as he asked. My nipples rose up stiffly as much from the cool air in the office as the hot, hungry look on Cole's face. s
"Nice tits," he breathed. "Do you like it when I call them tits?"
"Yes," I whispered.
"Play with them."
He didn't have to ask me twice. I covered my breasts with both hands and squeezed them lovingly before concentrating my touch on my tingling nipples. Biting my lip to keep quiet, I realized that the tingle had turned to an ache. A flood of juices soaked through the crotch of my panties.
God, this was incredible! It had only been a few hours since I'd had sex with my son. Now, here I was lusting after another man, a man I swore I'd never get involved with because of business.
"Show me your panties."
The sound of his voice pushed my thoughts aside. Feeling nothing, but heat surging through me, I eased my shorts down off my hips and let them fall to the floor.
"You know, nothing turns me on like a pair of panties with a wet crotch. How about it Rachel? Are your panties wet?"
I nodded.
"Show me."
His voice was soft and pleasant, but the look in his flashing dark eyes was nothing short of commanding. I loved it! Spreading my legs, I pulled my panties up tight against my pussy and made sure he could see the wet stain on the front of my panties.
"Nice," he said with a wink. "Now, let me have a good look at that ass."
I turned around and bent over slightly, again pulling my skimpy panties up tight against my body. The narrow strip of fabric slid up into my crack. It brushed my tender asshole reminding me of what Travis and I had done down in the shower. I shuddered.
"Come over here and show me what you can do with that mouth," Cole said as he rolled the chair back from the desk.
Shaking all over, I knelt in front of Cole. I barely felt the coarse texture of the carpet against my knees as I pressed my cheek against the thick bulge in his slacks. I could feel the heat through his clothes.
"That's right," he breathed. Leaning back in the chair, he humped my face gently. "Take your time."
After a few minutes of teasing both of us, I slowly lowered his zipper. He was wearing red silk briefs. The shiny fabric barely contained his erection. I felt myself growing even wetter. I slid my shaking hands inside of his slacks and traced around the slick fabric with my fingertips. Again, I rubbed my face against his crotch. The heat was greater than before and his strong male scent reached my nose.
Cole's quick intake of breath told me he was enjoying every minute of this foreplay. Besides that, his dick was throbbing, growing even larger. The head, already beaded with droplets of pure excitement poked out of the waistband of his underwear.
He lifted his hips off the floor as I peeled his shorts off his body. Easing them only partially down his thighs, I could not take my eyes off his prick. Made much like the man himself, Cole's cock was short, but incredibly thick. My fingers did not reach around the thickest part of the shaft and the knob looked like a small apple.
"Taste it," he breathed after I'd stroked him for a few minutes.
Sticking out my tongue, I licked his swollen knob. It was immediately covered with more pre-cum and I moaned at the sweet taste of that. If this was any indication, his cum was going to taste as good as my son's.
"Lick it," Cole urged.
As I began licking him, I found that I liked being told what to do. I worked my wet tongue up and down his prick until it glistened. By this time, he was moaning softly, squirming in my chair. More pre-cum bubbled out, sliding down his stick. I caught the stream of fluids with my tongue and followed the tiny river back to it's source. He groaned when I probed into his piss slit, searching for more.
Even though I knew Cole was fighting for control, I spent some time licking and sucking his balls. When I pushed his prick back against his belly and ducked my head even lower, he sighed and spread his legs, giving me all the room I needed.
"Damn, Rachel, suck me. Suck my dick," Cole gasped.
I paused only long enough to pump him with my fingers a few times. And then I made a tiny ring of my lips and forced them down over his knob. "Fuck, what a mouth!" he groaned. Swirling my tongue around him slowly, I moved my mouth up and down his dick. Sometimes I sucked hard, sometimes I just squeezed him rhythmically with my lips. And soon, Cole was humping my face gently, his grunts of pleasure filling my office. That reminded me that I had just recently fucked my son in this same room. Thoughts of Travis turned me on as much as the throbbing cock sliding back and forth on my tongue. I bobbed my head faster, sucking harder. The lewd sound of my mouth sliding up and down his wet cock reached my ears.
"Play with my balls," he grunted.
My hands were on his swollen orbs before he finished his request. I could almost feel the cum boiling inside. Suddenly, wanting nothing more than to swallow his spunk, I kneaded them gently.
"You are so ... so ... fucking ... good," he gasped. Cole's self-control was slipping away quickly. He placed both hands on my head and fucked my mouth with abandon.
I moaned and squeezed my aching mound as a larger gusher of pre-squirt coated my tongue. That was followed by another as his prick began to swell and jerk. He was babbling incoherently and making my chair rock rhythmically with his steady bucking. The closer Cole came to orgasm, the more my juices poured. My thighs were already sticky wet, my panties soaked.
"Suck it!" he howled as his boiling load exploded in my mouth. "Drink it down!"
Moaning around his vibrating meat, I swallowed as fast as I could, eagerly drinking down his sweet offerings. His thick spunk was tasty and it slid down my throat easily. Even after he stopped shooting, I continued to suck on the end of his prick while milking the last droplets out of him with my hands.
He took a deep, ragged breath and gently pushed me away. "Did you like that?" he asked.
"Yes," I whispered, licking my lips like a cat.
"I'll bet you'd like to cum now, wouldn't you?"
"Yes," I answered truthfully.
"Let me see you cum."
Without hesitation, I rolled onto my back on the floor in front of Cole.
"Don't take them off," he snapped when I tugged at my panties. "Use them."
At first I didn't know what he was talking about. I fingered my hole lightly, pushing a silk covered finger up inside of me and then pulling it out slowly. My groans grew louder as I wondered how in the world he expected me to do this.
And then I had an idea. Pulling my panties tight against my crotch, as I had done earlier, I spread my legs wide. The fabric slid up into the deep groove between my pussy lips. As I began humping the air, it brushed my clit. Pleasure raced through me and I moaned.
Cole was watching every move. From my hard-nippled breasts, jiggling with my every movement, to the slimy wet panties sliding up and down my wide open slit, he didn't miss a thing. He simply sat there with his sleeping prick curled in its nest of black hair and watched.
With my legs spread wide, ass bouncing all over the floor, I continued rubbing my clit with the panties. My orgasm rose and crested and I moaned as delicious waves of pleasure washed over me. My juices poured.
"Hump those panties," Cole said softly. "Let me see you cum."
The fact that he was watching me, only added to the excitement of the moment. My climax hit with a suddenness and intensity that took my breath away. Cole was saying something, but for the next few minutes, I could hear nothing, but my own muffled cries of release.
That was only the beginning and I knew it. Still shaking and gasping, I finally removed my panties. Then I spread my legs wide for him again and my hands went to work. I captured my gigantic clit between two fingers and pinched it rhythmically. At the same time, I pushed two fingers of my other hand up into my hungry hole. My pussy hugged them tightly. When I withdrew them slightly, my pussy sucked noisily. My body wanted only one thing: another climax.
"Do you have a dildo?" Cole asked.
His question interrupted my thoughts, jerked me back to earth briefly. My mind whirled as I tried to remember if the rubber dick was still in the desk. It had been months since I'd had to masturbate there in the office. The dildo had been bought expressly for that purpose. The suction cup on the end held it firmly in my chair, enabling me to pretend I was riding a big, hard cock. Yet, I couldn't remember taking it home.
"Bottom drawer," I finally gasped, nodding in that direction.
Cole slid the drawer opened and grinned. Placing his hand inside, he pulled out my big black dildo. "Use it," he ordered, pushing it toward me.
At the sight of my white fingers curling around the thick, black shaft of the sex toy, my pussy quivered. The juices poured out of me as I fondled the surface with its realistic bumps and ridges. If I closed my eyes, it felt as if I had the real thing in my hand.
The rubber dick really was almost too big for me, but I wanted it and nothing was going to stop me. I jerked my legs high and wide, moaning as the big knob on the end spread my lips wide. Once I'd adjusted to the size, I inched it deeper.
"Is that what Travis feels like in your pussy?" Cole asked suddenly.
At the mention of my son's name, I whimpered, "Yes." My pussy sucked on the dildo wanting more. I gave it what it wanted.
"Don't you wish he was here right now?" Cole whispered.
"God, yes."
"Maybe he would fuck your ass while you used the dildo in your cunt?" Cole suggested.
At the thought of doing that with Travis, I pushed the dildo deeper, pulled it out and pushed it in again. I wanted to experience everything with my son.
"Jesus, what a sight," Cole whispered as he watched closely. His cock was already stirring. "Fuck that cunt."
His words spurred me on. My fingers went to work on my clit again. Soon, I had over half of the long dildo inside of me, churning my juices to a froth. Every inch of my body reached for more and I moaned softly.
"Fuck your son, Rachel," Cole said, giving his half-hard cock a squeeze. "Fuck him good."
His words sent me over the edge. My orgasm swept over me, shaking me to my roots. I could almost visualize Travis looking down at me as he knelt between my legs reaming my pussy with his fat dick. Cole was forgotten momentarily as I used my fingers and the dildo in combination, allowing myself to return to reality slowly.
"Why does it have that suction cup on the end?" Cole wanted to know when I eased the dildo out of my quivering cunt. He was completely erect now, his dick jutting proudly toward the ceiling.
"So I can ride it," I explained, and placed the dildo firmly on the floor. My juices dribbled down the sides.
"Show me."
I did as I was told, again thrilled by the authority in his voice. Squatting between his legs again, I slowly lowered my body down onto the slick rubber dick. The pleasure of having my pussy stuffed again, made me shiver.
Cole waited patiently until I was moving up and down and then he thrust his cock toward my face. "Suck me again."
This time there was no preliminary licking or sucking. My mouth covered Cole's prick, swallowing half his length in one gulp. My pussy responded to the dildo as the real thing slid in and out of my mouth. I moaned around him, sucking harder and riding the dildo even faster.
"What would your son think if he saw you doing this?" Cole grunted.
Again, at the mention of Travis, I shuddered.
"Watch those tits bounce. And that mouth stretched around my cock. Travis would probably shoot all over you," Cole continued.
I imagined my son standing nearby pumping his meat with one hand. When his orgasm hit, his hot cum would rain down on me. My orgasm built, subsided and built again as I thought about it.
"Let's pretend I'm Travis. I want to cum all over your pretty face and lips ... and those tits," Cole said. Reaching down, he pinched my nipples. It was almost as if he read my mind.
I freed him abruptly and began pumping him with one hand. His spit-slick prick throbbed in my fingers and the knob looked like it was ready to explode any minute. With the dildo buried in my cunt, I rubbed my clit furiously with my free hand.
My hand moved faster and faster until he was humping it steadily. His groans of release mingled with my own as my climax approached, threatening to overtake me any minute. His prick began to jerk and swell in my fingers. I kept my eyes glued to the little hole in the end. Finally, the little hole winked and a thick, white stream of spunk blasted out, landing on my lips and chin.
I came then, my throaty groans turning to grunts as I directed Cole's spray of hot cum all over my face, chin and chest. As we slowly returned to reality, I smeared the white lotion into my skin using his cockhead. When that had shriveled completely, I slid off the dildo and continued massaging it into my heaving chest with my fingertips. As I collapsed on the floor, licking my fingers clean, Cole had no idea that I was pretending the delicious fluids belonged to my son.
"And this is going to keep you from telling anyone about me and Travis?" I asked. His copious load of spunk was still dripping off my chin onto my naked breasts.
"I said it was a start. There are a few more strings attached," he said with a sexy grin. "We'll talk about them later. Now you stay right there until I leave the room."
Kneeling there in the floor with his cum drying on my face, neck and chest, I watched him dress. I knew I should be angry with him for what he was doing to me, but, God help me, I had enjoyed every minute of his domination.
When he left the room, I dressed slowly and put the dildo away. Then I sat in the chair he had recently vacated and thought back over the past few days. So much had happened. I was sexually involved with my own son. My business partner was blackmailing me with sex. And the bottom line was that I was more turned on than I'd ever been in my life, willing to try anything to please both of these young men.
The telephone rang and I jumped. It was Cole.
"I just decided what I want to do next," he said.
I swallowed hard and gripped the receiver tightly.
"And I want it tonight."
CHAPTER SEVEN
"What do you want?" I asked.
"I want to watch you and Travis together, maybe even videotape it," he replied.
"How? Cole, I can't do that," I protested. But my body was already reacting to the thought of fucking my handsome young son while yet another man watched. "Travis would never consent to something like that."
"Oh, you'll do it if you want to keep my mouth shut. You'll find a way." And then he hung up the phone.
For a moment, I was too stunned to do anything but sit there holding the receiver in my hand. But my mind was already working on the problem and soon, all that was left were the final details. Since Travis had already returned to his hotel, I called him.
"What are you doing?" I asked when he answered the phone.
"Thinking about my sexy mother," he replied. "Actually, I was packing. You did say I could move in with you."
"Yes, yes I did. Why don't you come on over tonight. I have a late aerobics class, so I won't be home until about nine."
"I'll be there. And you'd better be in the mood to give your son a proper homecoming party," he teased.
"If you can handle it," I teased right back. The thrill of being with my son again was only equaled by the idea that Cole was going to be hiding in my bedroom closet.
He was laughing when he hung up the phone.
The minute the line was dead, I pressed Cole's extension button. He answered on the first ring.
"Be at my house tonight around 8:30," I said. "You're going to get what you want."
"Good. That's very good."
"You'll have to park about a block away and walk over, so Travis won't see your car," I explained, heart thudding in my chest.
"This is getting exciting," Cole said. "I feel like a private detective."
"And you're going to watch from the bedroom closet," I said, sounding more in control of the situation than I felt. "Travis doesn't need to know you're there."
"Kinky," he purred.
Even though he had agreed to my rules, I was still a nervous wreck when I let Cole in the back door. He was late, arriving just fifteen minutes before Travis was scheduled to get there.
"Is that how you're planning on greeting your son?" he asked, pointing at my long, velour robe and freshly shampooed hair.
"No," I said quickly.
"Come on, let me see."
I stood there trembling while his big hands pulled my robe gently apart. Underneath was the red teddy I'd bought for just such an occasion. The red satin hugged my curves like a second skin. Thin lace covered my breasts, only emphasizing my stiff nipples. Black stockings and matching garter belt completed the ensemble. All I needed to do was put on my high heels.
"Travis is gonna love seeing his mama like this," Cole said with a teasing wink. "I know if you were my mother...."
I cut him off with a swift, hard kiss on his mouth. "You can hide in my bedroom closet. He'll be here any minute." At that, I turned and led the way down the hall toward my room.
Cole went over to inspect the closet. He moved a few things around to give him plenty of room. Trying to ignore him, I dropped my robe onto a nearby chair, checked myself in the mirror and stepped into the shiny black high heels. My hair was almost dry and I gave it a last minute, vigorous brushing. A quick touch up with lipstick and....
"What is that?" I asked, whirling to face the short, stocky Italian. For the first time I noticed that he carried a small, black object that looked very much like a camera.
"A video camera," he answered, holding up the small device.
"What are you going to do with it?" I asked, even though I knew the answer.
"Let's just call it insurance," he answered.
I shivered as the realization hit me. Cole was going to videotape me having sex with my son. Right at that moment, it didn't matter what he planned on doing with it. The idea turned me on immensely.
The doorbell chimed softly.
"He's here," I hissed. "Get in the closet. I don't want him to know you're here," I reminded him.
"At least not this time," Cole said with a grin and disappeared behind the partially open closet door.
I raced down the hall to the front door. Pausing briefly to catch my breath, I smoothed my sexy garment down over my body and struck a sexy pose in the closest chair.
"Come on in."
The door opened and there stood my gorgeous son. That beautiful body looking sexier than ever in jeans and a T-shirt. His long, shaggy hair only added to the handsome ruggedness of his face. And those brown eyes literally melted me.
"Damn," he breathed as he stepped inside and dropped his suitcases. He pushed the door closed, locked it securely and then turned to me.
"Welcome home, son," I whispered, almost too excited to talk.
"Damn," he repeated.
In two strides, he had crossed the room and was kneeling in front of my chair. He kissed my knees, sucking gently on the nylons covering them as his hands slid up my inner thighs. I gasped as his fingers caressed my satin covered pussy.
"You're already wet," he observed.
He was right. My gasp turned into a moan as his mouth followed his hands. His hot mouth sucked on the crotch of my skimpy garment. Within minutes, my legs were spread wide for him.
"Travis," I whimpered. Placing a hand on his bobbing head, I humped his face with abandon. Part of me knew I had to get him into the bedroom. Yet, part of me wanted this to go on right there forever. "Travis, let's go into the bedroom."
"Not until I've tasted that sweet pussy," he muttered.
"What about my nipples," I moaned, shrugging the slender straps off my shoulders.
Travis lifted his head and simply devoured first one nipple and then the other. At the same time, he squeezed my aching mound hard, pushing the wet crotch of my teddy up inside of me with one finger.
"Yes, baby, yes," I hissed, holding my fleshy globes together so he could suck both nipples at the same time.
"Now, let me at that pussy," Travis moaned as he peeled the teddy off my quivering body. His fiery eyes were glazed with lust as I lifted my ass and allowed him to pull the garment down completely.
As I returned to the chair, a movement in the doorway leading into the hall caught my attention. It was Cole. He was partially hidden by the doorframe and he had the camera up to his eye, taping every move we made. Even though he was directly behind Travis, I was terrified that my son would somehow see him. I caught his head in my hands and guided his face to my overflowing pussy again.
For a while, I watched the tiny red light on the camera as Travis's tongue slid up and down my slit expertly. My excitement grew with every passing moment, both from my son's expert licking and the fact that Cole was right there watching. I gasped and jumped when he teased my clit. I slid lower in the chair, offering myself to him freely when his thick, oral muscle burrowed deep inside of me.
"Eat it," I moaned as the excitement of the moment overcame me. "Eat my pussy."
Thick, wet sounds filled the room as Travis sucked up my flowing juices. He groaned as he drove his tongue deep, searching for more. I looked straight into the eye of the camera and fondled my tingling nipples, arcing my back toward Cole. From what I could see, he was sporting a nice-sized erection, as excited by all this as I was.
"I can't get enough of that sweet cunt," Travis moaned.
He held my swollen red lips apart with both hands and pressed his face in between. That tongue went back to work and I groaned as the first tremors of orgasm shook me. Humping his face steadily, I worked my body even faster when he teased my rectum with a wet finger. A whiff of my musky scent reached my nose and I moaned louder.
"Make me cum, baby," I howled. "I need to cum."
My son had already learned what it took to get me off. With one finger buried in my asshole and his tongue flicking in and out of my pussy, he brought me to a roaring climax in just a matter of moments. If he was surprised at how quickly his technique worked this time, he did not mention it.
Travis stayed right with me until I caught my breath. Licking his way up and down the full length of my slit, he tenderly kissed my lower lips.
He stood up slowly, facing me, and began taking off his clothes. His shirt came off first, revealing that well-developed upper body. At that moment, it was slightly sweaty. His stiff cock looked as if it was going to rip a hole in the front of his pants and the moment it leaped free, I had my hands on it.
Travis gasped when I began licking him. When that turned into gentle, sucking kisses, he thrust his cock toward my mouth. In the next minute, I had swallowed over half of his length. Taking a chance, I glanced toward the doorway. Yes, Cole was getting every hot, sexy second of this on tape!
Closing my eyes, I sucked my son until he was coating my tongue with his sweet pre-cum. I released him momentarily, to bathe his balls in warm spit and even teased his puckered asshole with my tongue.
"I gotta fuck you," he muttered, pulling out of my grasp.
For one split second, I was afraid, he was going to turn around and head toward the bedroom. He would see Cole standing there. But Travis simply joined me on the floor and maneuvered me to my hands and knees.
"You want my prick, don't you, Mom?" he asked as he moved into place behind me. "Tell me you want it."
"Travis, it's all I want, all I need," I moaned as he primed me with two fingers. Rocking backwards on my knees, I forced his fingers deep. "Just give me your fat dick."
He removed his fingers. They were replaced immediately by the bulbous knob of his prick. He used it to tease me for a second and then he pushed it inside of me.
"Yes," I hissed, wiggling back against him.
Travis gave me only an inch or so at first. Then, with a low groan, he drove himself in to the hilt. Both of us gasped as my body clamped down on him hungrily and began sucking. He grabbed my ass with both hands and pulled me even closer. I could feel his balls against the back of my thighs, his prickly pubic hair against my backside. And I could almost feel Cole's hot gaze on us, taking in everything.
"Fuck me," I moaned. "Please, Travis, make me cum."
He fell into a wild, fucking rhythm almost immediately. At the same time, he reached underneath me and found my clit, stroking it to match his powerful thrusts. My second climax of the evening built quickly. It reached a peak where release was just out of my reach and then it began building again.
The sound of our bodies slapping together reached my ears. I pressed my nipples into the carpet, thrusting my ass high into the air. My son pounded against me, grunting with the effort of pleasing his mother. It wasn't until I felt his thumb rotating slowly just inside of my asshole that I went over the edge. And I thought I was never going to return to reality.
When I did, my son was still hard, still stroking in and out of me slowly.
"Let's ... let's go into the bedroom," I said, hoping that Cole had enough sense to get out of sight.
"What's wrong with right here?" Travis wanted to know as he withdrew from me slowly.
My pussy sucked on his knob noisily and I turned around quickly, catching his sex-slick dick in my mouth.
"I want my mother to ride my dick," he explained as he lay down on his back on the floor.
One glance at the doorway told me Cole had disappeared, at least for the moment. I relaxed somewhat as I continued to lick and suck his cock and balls, moaning at the taste of my juices. Finally, I straddled his body. My nipples brushed his thick mat of chest hair and I kissed him, fucking his mouth with my tongue. Squatting over him, I held his cock steady by the base. I gazed down into his deep brown eyes as I allowed the hot mouth of my pussy to suck on the end of his prong.
For a moment, I was a young woman, just starting college. It seemed like only yesterday that I had been thrilled by the act of seducing and fucking a married man.
"We can't do it here," he had protested as I buried my face in his crotch, removing my own soiled panties at the same time.
"She won't be home for an hour," I had reminded him. "I'll make you cum quicker than that."
"Rachel," he moaned. Giving in to me completely, he sank onto his back on the floor.
"I want your hot cum deep inside of me," I whispered as I mounted him and slowly lowered my pussy onto what rightfully belonged to another woman. Then I guided his hands to my firm breasts and worked my hips in a little circle, mashing my clit between us. As my own orgasm grew and I rode him faster and faster, I begged for his cum.
"Take it all, Mom," Travis moaned bringing me back to the present.
I was squeezing him with my talented muscles, my pussy literally sucking his dick. When he was completely inside of me, I leaned forward and dangled my nipples in his face. He sucked first one and then the other. Thrilled by his hot mouth, I moaned as my juices oozed out around his prick.
It was his hands on my ass that started me moving. He pulled me even harder against him and thrust upward at the same time with enough force to make both of us grunt. Soon, he was squeezing my ass with both hands, urging me to move faster and faster, meeting me stroke for stroke.
My climax hit, hard and fast. With a low groan, I pinched my nipples with both hands, unable to do anything but buck and grind while my pussy pulsed and fluttered around his meat.
"Turn around," he breathed, lifting me off him almost before I'd caught my breath.
As I straddled my son's body again, facing away from him and the camera, the thrill returned full force. This way, both Cole and Travis could see everything, from my lewdly splayed pussy stuffed with dick to my puckered asshole. I settled down onto Travis again, moaning. He felt even bigger than before, reaching just enough to worsen the itch deep inside of me.
"Fuck it, Mom," he breathed, holding my ass cheeks wide with both hands. "Show your son how you fuck it."
Completely out of control now, I bounced up and down on top of him. My hands slid down to my clit. It was huge, throbbing and so wet I could hardly hold onto it. Still, I managed to pinch it to match the rhythm of my fucking. And then he pushed two fingers into my asshole, sending me right over the edge.
I all but screamed his name as I grew stiff, unable to do anything as my orgasm swept over me. It was a while before I calmed down enough to realize that my son was still hard.
"Let's go into the bedroom now," he breathed.
Easing myself off of him, I turned and looked down into his handsome face. Beads of sweat glittered on his upper lip. His wet hair clung to his forehead and those eyes had the same power over me as his father's had.
That's when I remembered Cole again. Had he heard Travis?
The doorway was empty.
We stopped several times on the way to the bedroom, kissing, touching and licking. He lifted me onto his cock in the hall and literally impaled me on his stiff prick. I clung to his bulging biceps and moaned as his hot prick filled my hole to capacity.
That's how we came into the bedroom. Without breaking the sweet joining of our bodies, he lay me down on the bed and began humping me. His thrusts were slow and deep at first and he braced himself on strong arms, watching my breasts dance on my chest while he fucked me.
"I love it when you fuck me," I groaned. Wrapping my legs around his lean ass, I bucked upward to meet him. "God, it feels so good."
"And I love fucking my mother," he grunted, his lunges already starting to become quick and erratic. "Your pussy is so tight and so fucking hot."
"Tell me, Travis," I whimpered, pulling him down on top of me. "Tell me how it feels to fuck your mother."
In the back of my mind, I knew this was exactly what Cole wanted. And yet, I could not stop talking to Travis, even though he was clearly losing control.
"Uh!" he grunted and then he began babbling, ramming himself to the hilt with every savage thrust. "Just want to ram it deep in your cunt. Just want to blow my wad in your pussy. Fill Mama up. Shoot it. Shoot it in Mama's cunt. Cum in your hot ... little ... pussy!"
The bed danced with our lusty bucking. Travis roared and his dick exploded, showering my cunt with what felt like a gallon of hot spunk. That triggered my own climax and I clung to his sweaty body as pleasure ripped through me. For some reason, this time was more intense than the ones before.
As Travis collapsed on top of me, I wondered if watching us together had turned Cole on, too. I pictured him shooting his load into the floor of the closet.
The next thing I knew, Travis was snoring softly on the bed beside me. Cole was slipping quietly out of the bedroom door. He turned, saw my eyes open, waved and grinned. Almost as an afterthought, he turned out the light, plunging the room into darkness.
I listened for the back door to close behind him and then lay there in the dark unable to move a muscle. My son's cum dribbled out of my pussy and the whole room smelled of sex and sweat. Those were my last thoughts as I drifted off to an exhausted but peaceful sleep with my naked son snuggled up on the bed next to me.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Travis and Cole had worked out a schedule where they took turns meeting the early birds at the gym much as Beth and I had done with our aerobics classes. This was Cole's morning to be there early, so Travis was still sleeping when I left the house.
I felt wonderful, fresh and alive, and I worked my students hard with a vigorous cross-training class. We did low impact, high impact, steps and some weight training all rolled into one. I even gave them an extra fifteen minutes of stretching and cool down before turning them loose.
After my shower, I went to my office to pick up any messages Beth had left there the evening before. There was one from Monica and I smiled as I contemplated calling her. If I saw her, she would know something was going on. We had been friends long enough for that. And, of course, I would tell her everything.
Yeah, it was time I confided in someone. Monica was so sensible and level-headed. She could explain why Cole's sudden dominance turned me on. And maybe she would understand why I could not keep my hands off my own son!
"Hello."
"Monica, this is Rachel," I said.
"Goodness, girl, where have you been hiding? I tried calling you at home and I tried at the club. I've been dying to know about you and Travis and...."
"Monica, Travis is only half of it," I interrupted her.
"What? Rachel are you okay?"
"Yes, at least I think so. Can we get together and talk today?"
"It'll have to be late."
"Why don't you come over for an early dinner," I suggested. "About five or six."
"Perfect," she said. "I'll be there."
Monica arrived right on time. I met her at the door and hugged her warmly. "It feels like weeks since I've seen you," I confessed.
Dropping her huge purse just inside the door, she held me out at arm's length and studied me closely. "And you look like a woman who is getting all the dick she can handle," she said. "I want to know everything."
"You will. God, there's so much, I don't know where to start."
"Let's start with dinner. I'm starved."
We took our salads out on the deck on the back of the house and sipped iced tea while we ate. For a while, we talked about her job, the club, the weather and other mundane things. Then, finally, she pushed her plate away and leaned her elbows on the table.
"Okay, give it up."
"Travis is definitely my son," I began.
She nodded. "We knew that."
"And I'm still fucking him," I told her.
Monica did not respond other than to nod her head.
"It's something I can't explain or even rationalize. I want him. I need him. We're good together."
"How does he feel about it?"
"The same as me," I told her. "In fact, it just makes us want each other that much more."
Monica shrugged. "So, there doesn't seem to be any problem to me. No one knows he's your son. They'll just think that hot little Rachel has taken on a handsome young hunk as a lover. Big deal. Lots of women do it nowadays."
"There's more."
Monica picked at a lettuce leaf with her fork.
"Cole knows."
"How did he find out?
"He overheard me telling Travis."
Again, Monica shrugged and opened her mouth to say something.
I cut her off quickly. "He saw us fucking in the shower."
"Oh, God!" she groaned, slouching back against the chair. "He saw you?"
I nodded. "And he says if I don't give him what he wants, he'll tell everyone what's going on. It could ruin my business."
"Blackmail is against the law. How much money is he asking for?"
I leaned forward and placed my hand on top of Monica's. "I like it."
"Huh?"
"I like what he's doing. He's not asking for money. All he wants is sex."
"Sex?"
"Yes, I gave him a blow job in my office. He secretly watched me and Travis together the other night. He taped the whole thing. It nearly drove me wild." I was getting warm and tingly just thinking about how it felt to know that he was watching.
"Jesus!" Monica whispered. "What are you going to do?"
Now it was my turn to shrug. "Nothing. At least not right now. You know how we've sort of always had the hots for each other. I figured I'd just enjoy it while it lasts. He'll get bored soon and go on to something else. You know Cole."
"What if he starts asking for money?" Monica wanted to know.
"I'll worry about that when the time comes."
It was almost dark and we picked up our plates and glasses and carried them inside. While she washed and rinsed them, I dried them and put them away. After they were washed and put away, I turned to Monica.
"You don't have to leave right away, do you?" I asked, moving up close behind her. Then I licked the back of her neck.
"No."
"As silly as it might sound, I've missed a woman's touch," I whispered as I reached around to cup her breasts. She was not wearing a bra and the nipples grew stiff against my fingertips. "Your touch."
"I think that can be arranged," she whispered, pressing her backside against me.
I wiggled closer, wedging myself against her. The warmth from her body spread to mine, creating a special kind of heat.
Monica guided my hands up under her sweater and sighed as I tugged playfully at her nipples. While still licking the back of her neck, I dropped one hand to her crotch and gave it a loving squeeze. She hurriedly unzipped her slacks and eased them down out of the way. Now, I was holding the wet crotch of her panties in my hand. The swollen lips were straining against the thin fabric.
"So good," she moaned, pressing herself against my fingers.
"I'll bet you'd like to feel my fingers inside of you," I whispered.
In answer, she peeled her panties down off her hips and spread her legs to give me more room. I teased her briefly with my fingers, tickling her clit and then sliding just my fingertips up and down her wet slit. Her scalding juices bubbled out, coating them immediately.
"Please," she whimpered, thrusting her pussy at my busy hand.
"Please what?" I asked, knowing full well what she wanted. I actually pushed one of my fingers inside of her twat. Her strong muscles sucked on it hungrily and then I pulled it free again.
"Give me two," she moaned, holding my wrist with both hands.
My own pussy was pulsing steadily, but I was determined to please Monica before doing anything else. I added a second finger to her hole and pushed them deep. She groaned and rocked her body against my hand, grinding her clit against my palm. Her juices poured out around my pistoning fingers.
"Does that feel good?" I breathed in her ear.
"Yes," she hissed as she continued to fuck my fingers. "I want to cum."
"Do it," I told her, pinching one of her nipples harder than before. "Cum for me."
Her pussy was beginning to flutter even before I finished talking. She gyrated wildly for a few seconds and then forced my fingers as deep as they would go. For the next few minutes, her body bucked violently. And then her whole body grew stiff.
"Now, how would you like to feel my tongue in that sweet pussy?" I asked.
Still gasping for breath, Monica nodded. I released her, allowing her to turn around, and then I knelt on the kitchen floor at her feet. Her shorts and panties were almost to her ankles by then, so all I had to do was finish taking them off. Then I slid my hands up her long, lovely legs, coaxing them wider as I neared the dark bush at the juncture.
Monica groaned as I ran my fingers through her hairs and licked her sticky, wet inner thighs at the same time. I could see her swollen lips, the wet, gaping mouth of her cunt and her erect clit. And the closer I got, the stronger her scent became. by the time I sucked the first droplets of clear juices off her hairs, I was being drawn to her cunt like a magnet by her musky aroma. I teased her with my tongue much as I had done with my fingers earlier. It slithered up and down her wet slit and then covered her clit, making it even wetter.
Ignoring her clit for a while, I pushed my tongue into her hole and worked it in and out quickly. Groaning in ecstasy, she squatted lower onto my face and spread her legs wide. Both hands were on her breasts and she squeezed them together roughly every time my tongue entered her.
My own panties and shorts were soaked. I squeezed my mound hard, knowing my turn was soon to come. In the meantime, I rammed my tongue deep into her snatch and then pulled it free and sucked her swollen lips noisily. My tongue wormed its way into her again and then I pulled it out and began licking her sensitive clit.
"Oh!" she grunted. Placing her hands on my head, she rocked her hips back and forth on my face.
I eased a wet finger into her asshole.
"Uh!" She held my face against her crotch.
I pushed the finger deeper.
"Ahhhhh!" Monica's asshole clamped down on my finger. Her pussy squeezed my tongue tightly. The flood of sweet juices that oozed from her fluttering pussy filled my mouth. I swallowed, but not quickly enough. A second gusher coated my lips and slid down my chin.
"My God," she whimpered when I eased out of her grasp and stood up. "I haven't cum that hard since...."
"Since when?" I asked.
"Since the last time a woman ate me out," she finished.
We both laughed at that.
I kissed Monica's mouth, allowing her to taste her own juices and then I guided one of her hands to my own aching pussy. My clothes felt tight and confining. All I wanted was to be naked with her. "Let's go get comfortable."
Monica led the way and I followed her naked ass into the bedroom, loving the way her lean cheeks slid back and forth together sensually.
"Is there anyone hidden in the closet watching?" she wanted to know as she turned to help me undress. I shook my head. "Do you wish there was?"
"Maybe," she breathed.
We were kissing again, hands roaming freely as the last of the clothes were tossed aside. Now, Monica and I could roll around on the bed, caressing and fondling each other until we were both on fire again. When she was on top, I humped the thigh she worked between my legs. When I was on top, we pressed the full length of our bodies together. Sweaty nipples, bellies, pussies grinding together, our tongues danced wildly.
At last Monica decided I'd had enough teasing. She licked her way down my body, ending up at the neatly trimmed triangle of hair at the base of my belly. I propped myself on my elbows to watch her tongue sliding in and out of me. She winked at me, ducked her head lower and wiggled it into my tight asshole.
"Yeah, baby," I groaned, spreading my legs even wider.
When her mouth returned to my clit, though, I could not watch. In fact, my body took control and I could not seem to do anything except reach for more and more. My orgasm took over me, body and soul, crashing down over me with an intensity that took my breath away.
Monica let me come down, little by little, until I was breathing normally again. And then she licked her way up to my mouth. I rolled toward her and we kissed, deep and long. We took turns sucking each other's nipples. I could taste myself on her lips and with the smell of her pussy still in my nose, I was soon ready for more.
"It's a shame you don't have your dildo here," I whispered. As powerful as that last orgasm had been, it only left me hungry for more. My pussy was going to need more than fingers or a tongue this time.
"How do you know I didn't bring it with me?" she asked, a teasing look on her face.
"Did you?"
She shook her head. "No. I bought a toy just for us."
"Go get it!"
Monica returned to the room with her bag in one hand and what looked like a thick snake in the other. When she climbed onto the bed, I saw that her fingers were wrapped around a very life-like, flexible shaft with a bulbous knob on each end.
"A double-headed dildo," she explained, offering it to me.
I curled my fingers around the thick prong, amazed at how much it felt like the real thing. My pussy pulsed in anticipation and my juices oozed down my crack. "How do you use it?"
"I'll show you," she whispered, urging me to lie down on my back.
I lay back. Monica knelt between my legs. She licked all around one end as if it was a real prick. As if that wasn't enough of a turn-on, she made a tight ring of her lips and pushed the dildo inside of her mouth, moaning the whole time. Amazed, I watched her take it deep and then release it slowly, swirling her tongue around the shiny wet tip.
Finally, she remembered me and my needy cunt. Spreading my lips wide with one hand, she placed the wet knob against the even wetter mouth of my pussy and eased it inside of me. I moaned as it stretched me wide, sliding deeper into my snug hole.
"Doesn't that feel good?" Monica asked, keeping her eyes on my stuffed cunt. She withdrew the dildo slightly and then pushed it back in again.
"Yes," I hissed, humping upward, asking for more.
"You really like this, don't you?" she wanted to know as she shoved it even deeper into my pussy than before.
This time, I could only nod. My moans turned to groans as the dildo began to scratch my itch. "Fuck me," I grunted. Catching my clit between two fingers, I pinched to match her rhythmic fucking.
Monica gave me what I wanted, sliding the fake cock in and out with experienced ease. Thick, wet sounds filled the room as my boiling juices were churned to a froth. Soon, I was thrashing about on the bed wildly, squealing with pleasure as my pussy pulsed and fluttered around the plunging sex toy.
When I caught my breath, Monica slowed the fucking and then stopped it, but she did not remove the dildo. Her eyes were glazed with lust as she began sucking on the free end.
"It looks like you're sucking my cock," I told her.
She just sucked that much harder. At the same time, she slid a finger into her own pussy.
"Think I can fuck you with this dick?" I asked.
Monica nodded quickly and released the dildo with a wet slurp. "I'll show you how we can fuck each other at the same time," she explained. "Get on your hands and knees."
Making sure I kept my end of the dildo inside of me, I did as she instructed. I looked over my shoulder only to find that Monica had turned her back to me and was moving to her knees also. We were essentially cheek to cheek.
"Hold onto your end," she gasped.
She reached between us, captured the free end of the rubber dong in one hand and guided it to her gaping cunt.
"Now, push back against me."
Again, I did as I was told, shuddering as I watched the dildo disappear slowly into her. With every inch that her pussy swallowed, her groans grew louder. However, the rubber dick was sliding deeper into my pussy as well. Groaning, I closed my eyes and pressed my nipples against the satin comforter covering my bed. God, it really did feel as if I was being fucked! From the sounds Monica was making, I knew she was experiencing the same thing.
After a little experimentation, we fell into an awkward but steady rhythm. Our moans grew louder as we pushed back against each other, forcing the dildo deep into our pussies. As my passion grew out of control, I reached between my legs and found my erect clit. Rubbing the slippery nub furiously, I brought myself to the brink of orgasm. I tried to picture the two of us in this obscene position linked by the fake dick.
"Cumming!" Monica all but shouted. "Baby, I'm cumming!"
Her body gyrated wildly against mine and my busy fingers sent me right over the edge. I could actually feel my pussy squeezing the dildo tighter and tighter as my orgasm took over me. My clit swelled to gigantic proportions and my body bucked out of control.
Monica was the first to recover. She eased herself off the dildo, gasping as it slipped free. Then she slowly withdrew it from my pussy. I rolled onto my side and watched her suck on the end that had been inside of me. She offered me her end and I did the same, smearing her slimy oils around with my fingertips and then licking them off, moaning at the taste.
I continued sucking my end of the dildo while Monica worked her end down her body to her cunt. Spreading her legs wide, she eased the fake dick inside of her cunt. Releasing my end, I began working the rubber dong in and out of her slowly. What a thrill it was to watch her pussy swallow the dildo. Her clit swelled up, looking like a miniature prick.
"Suck my cock," she breathed.
My mouth returned to the dong, my nose just inches from her cunt, which was squeezing the dildo tightly.
"Wouldn't you ladies like to have the real thing to play with?"
Both of us whirled toward the sound of the male voice.
CHAPTER NINE
Travis was leaning nonchalantly against the door, his dark brown eyes dancing merrily as he watched his mother sucking one end of a dildo while the other end was buried in another woman's cunt.
"Travis!" I gasped.
Monica lay where she was, legs spread wide, with the dildo sticking out of her pussy. "It looks like you've got enough to go around," she said nodding toward my son's full basket.
Evidently, he agreed. Stepping into the room, he pulled his shirt off of his massive upper torso. Then he unbuckled his belt and pushed his slacks down his lean hips. Once they were out of the way, neither Monica nor I could do anything, but stare at the front of his shorts. The black fabric was stretched tightly across his enormous erection. Smiling, looking sexier than I'd ever seen him, he did a little bump and grind for us. When he was finished, he was only a foot from the bed and the swollen knob of his prick peeped at us over the waistband of his shorts.
"Jesus," Monica whispered, still staring wide-eyed.
A strange sense of pride rushed through me, followed quickly by the feelings Travis always created in me. I reached for my son, but he danced teasingly just out of reach. Then he began to remove his shorts. He pulled them downward slowly, giving us a good look at his meat. Both Monica and I gasped at the luscious sight and then he yanked them back up again. He turned around, wiggled his tight little ass in our direction and began peeling his shorts off his flesh with delicious slowness.
He did not turn to face us again until his underwear was in a little heap on the floor. We caught but a glimpse of his thick cock bobbing around in front of him, as if sniffing the air, and then he curled his fingers around it, working the skin back and forth slowly. Closer and closer he came toward the bed. Finally, still holding onto his rod, he thrust it toward Monica's mouth. She licked the tip briefly and then sucked hungrily on it reaching for him with both hands. She moaned in frustration when he pulled it out of her grasp.
And then my son turned toward me, those brown eyes glittering feverishly. I shuddered when he rubbed the spit-slick end of his rod back and forth across my lips. He allowed me to suck it for a few moments and then he backed off. My moan sounded much like Monica's.
"I can't decide which one is hotter," he told us. "We'll have to test it again."
This time, he knelt on the bed beside us, reaching for us with both hands. Monica's mouth was on him first. After kissing the end, she slid her lips up and down the side of his stiff prong. I, too, sucked briefly on my son's prick and then planted wet kisses up and down his shaft. Monica stroked one inner thigh while I fondled his bloated balls. He groaned and placed a hand on our heads as our oral attention continued. "Lie down," I whispered.
Suddenly, it was obvious that Travis was no longer in control of the situation. Monica and I helped the young man lie down on the bed between us. She went directly for his crotch, devouring his prick in one hungry gulp. Then she released him slowly, squeezing him tightly with her lips at the same time. At last, she began moving her mouth up and down his rod slowly.
I kissed his mouth, pressing my tingling nipples against his hard chest, watching Monica out of the corner of my eye. Finally, I began licking my way downward, listening to his little gasps of pleasure. I rubbed my nose through his crisp pubic hairs and licked around the base of his prong. Monica seemed reluctant to share his pleasure wand, so I slid my mouth lower to his bloated balls.
My son's balls were full of sweet, creamy cum. I knew that for a fact. And that hot load was boiling inside as I bathed them in warm spit. I sucked one tender orb into my mouth and then the other. Then I tried unsuccessfully to suck them both inside.
Just above my head, Monica was moaning as she continued sucking his prong steadily. Little wet sucking sounds reached my ears and I watched her briefly while caressing my son's wet balls.
"Lick my asshole," Travis grunted, spreading his legs even wider.
Lowering my head again, I found his puckered asshole and licked it a few times. His groans grew louder as I-rimmed him with just the tip of my tongue. And then I pushed it inside. He gasped and wiggled against my tongue, forcing it deeper. I knew from first hand experience, just how long Travis could hold out, but surely he couldn't take much more of this.
Monica released him suddenly and our eyes met. Hers were glazed with lust and I noted that she was rubbing her pussy with one hand. "God, he tastes so good."
With her holding my son's prick by the base, I covered him with my mouth. He throbbed against my tongue and I sucked him deeper. A gusher of pre-cum poured from his hole, thrilling me.
"I want to watch you fuck him," I moaned. Turning toward Monica, I kissed her mouth. Our tongues touched and I tasted my son on hers as well.
I remained where I was and held my son's cock steady by the base. Monica straddled him. She moaned as I reached between them to hold her swollen lips wide with my free hand. And then she lowered herself onto his dick slowly. Both of them groaned as his cock stretched her snug hole wider than the dildo had earlier.
When there was no room for my hands between them, I slid one backward along her crack until I found her asshole. It was wet and accepted the tip of my finger readily. She leaned forward, giving me plenty of room, letting out a throaty moan. Travis kissed her, plunging his tongue into her mouth. I could feel her rectum pulsing around my finger. I pushed it deeper.
After a few minutes of this, she began moving up and down on my son's prick. I kept right on wiggling my finger around in her asshole as I watched his prick appear and disappear, growing wetter each time.
"Your pussy is as hot as your mouth," Travis told her, thrusting upward savagely.
Monica grunted and ground her clit between them.
I added a second finger to her hot, butthole and pushed them in past the second knuckle.
"So good," she grunted. "It feels so good."
"What feels good?" Travis wanted to know, and I knew he was talking just to keep himself under control. "My cock or her fingers?"
"Both," Monica gasped.
"How would that dildo feel in your asshole right now?" Travis asked.
"Even better," she answered.
I didn't need any instructions. Reaching for the dildo, I shoved it in my own quivering cunt to get it wet. It felt almost as good as the real thing and I was reluctant to pull it out. I did, however, and guided the oily knob to Monica's primed asshole.
Travis slid his hands down to her ass and pulled her cheeks wide. Her puckered hole gaped at me and seemed to suck on the end of the dildo.
"Give it to me."
I worked it in a small circle and then pushed. When the dildo slid into her asshole, she let out a squeal. No one moved for a few minutes, giving Monica a chance to adjust to the newest intruder. Monica's labored breathing filled the room. Sweat beaded on my son's face as he fought for control and I could not keep my hands off my aching cunt.
"Give me more," she moaned. Her juices poured out, covering Travis's balls.
I gave Monica what she wanted, pushing the dildo deeper an inch or so at a time. I watched in fascination as it stretched her little hole wider and wider. And then I noticed her rocking back and forth between the fake cock and the real one, using them both to fulfill her needs.
The mirror in the headboard of the bed allowed me to see that Travis was squeezing her breasts in both hands. He picked up on her rhythm quickly and began thrusting upward. I, too, learned when to shove the dildo into her ass and when to withdraw it in a very short time.
"Make me cum!" Monica squealed.
My son and I worked together bringing her off in just a matter of minutes. When she reached her peak, Travis drove his cock deep into her cunt. I wiggled the dildo around in her asshole and her groans of release turned to animal-like grunts of pleasure as we sent her flying to an even higher level.
Monica slid off Travis and collapsed in a heap beside him. Her sweaty breasts rose and fell with her ragged breathing and her pussy was still oozing steadily. Forgetting the dildo completely, I used my fingers to bring myself to a quick, hard cum.
"What next?" Travis asked.
Monica and I looked at each other. My self-induced orgasm had brought me only momentary relief. Despite her recent double penetration, she looked as if she was ready to start all over again, too.
"We could flip a coin," I teased.
"Heads or tails?" Monica asked and the three of us laughed softly.
"Heads, I win. Tails, I win," Travis told us. "Come on, ladies, use me."
Monica lay there beside him, watching as I climbed aboard his cock. I sighed as I slid down onto him, taking his full length in one smooth movement. As his hot stick filled my pussy to capacity, he tugged playfully at my stiff nipples. Then he slid his hands down between us to rub my erect clit. Within a matter of minutes, I was bouncing up and down on his cock. My breasts danced with my lusty bucking and he teased my butthole with his fingertips.
Finally, Monica got into the act. She squatted over my son's handsome face, spreading her legs wide. I could see her erect clit and I listened to her groan as she sank onto his outstretched tongue. Leaning forward slightly, she kissed me. We moaned into each other's mouth as Travis thrilled us with his cock and tongue at the same time.
When she began pinching my nipples, I felt myself losing control. I bobbed up and down on top of my son harder and faster, grinding my clit against his pelvis. Lewd, sucking sounds filled the room as she rode his tongue, pausing now and again to smear her pussy all over his face. Within minutes, the two of us were climaxing again.
And then we were moving, changing positions without exchanging another word. Travis pulled Monica down beside him and rolled her onto her back. As he knelt between her legs, coaxing them wider apart, I took my place on the pillow above her head. I sighed as I watched his cock slide into her gaping pussy.
"Yeah, give me that meat!" Monica groaned. Her pussy swallowed him.
He pumped in and out of her a few times, moving slowly.
"I said, give me that meat!" Sliding her hands down his back, she squeezed his ass, urging him to start moving.
"You asked for it, baby," Travis grunted as he began thrusting into her hard enough to make both of them grunt.
Perched on the pillow above Monica's head, I spread my own lips wide with two fingers. I rubbed my clit and gasped as I watched my son's powerful body work like a well-oiled sex machine. Covered with sweat, muscles bunching and tightening, he rode high on Monica's mound, stimulating her clit perfectly. She responded by wrapping her legs around his ass and meeting him stroke for stroke.
That's when Travis looked up and saw me. "Turn around and let me eat you," he said. His steady stroking did not waver.
I barely heard him over Monica's squeals of pleasure, but I did as he asked, eager to feel my son's tongue. Kneeling over Monica's head, I held onto the headboard with both hands and spread my legs wide for him. He worked the tip up and down my slit, dipping into my asshole and my pussy and then covering my clit with his hot oral muscle. I gasped and shuddered when he pushed it inside of my overflowing pussy. Closing my eyes, I let the feelings rush over me.
From the rhythmic squeaking of the bed, I knew Travis was still fucking Monica steadily. Her groans were growing even louder. But it was the incredible excitement of his tongue sliding in and out of my twat that brought me closer to orgasm with every heartbeat. Finally, I reached down, found my clit and pinched it to match his plunging tongue. He was fucking Monica with the same rhythm.
"Fuck, I'm cumming," she squealed.
The first tremors of orgasm shook me at almost the same moment. Rubbing my clit furiously, I pushed backwards, reaching for more and more of my son's tongue. Monica's grunts continued, but the only thing I was really aware of was great waves of pleasure crashing over me.
Travis's fucking movements slowed and then finally stopped altogether as Monica slowly came back to earth. He pulled his tongue from my pussy, allowing me to collapse beside her on the pillow. We were both sweating, shaking and breathing hard.
"I've got a hot load here that's just about ready to boil over," he said as he wrapped his hand around his sex-slick prick. The knob was bright red and looked like it was going to explode any minute. "Who wants it?"
I looked from his handsome face to Monica and we grinned at each other.
"Lie down," I commanded. "We'll share it."
Travis did as he was told and Monica and I crawled between his legs. She reached him first, sliding her tongue up and down his shaft and over the head of his prick. I cupped his balls and waited my turn. Finally, Monica moved aside and offered the slick, wet morsel to me. I swirled my tongue around him and worked my way up to the knob, tickling his nerve bundle until he gasped.
When it was Monica's turn again, I watched her place a series of wet, sucking kisses all over his dick. She probed into his piss slit, sucking noisily as she wrapped her lips around him. Then I lowered my mouth to his cum-filled balls and tongued them until he was groaning.
"You'd better get ready," he warned us, his voice strained and husky. "I'm about ready to blow."
Keeping my hand on his balls, I watched Monica for a few moments. She alternated between sliding her mouth down over his dong and then flicking his sensitive spot with the tip of her tongue. My turn again and I sucked my son's cock deep into my mouth, swirling my tongue around him lazily. I squeezed him with my lips as I released him slowly and then I sucked him deep again.
His balls moved into firing position when Monica's mouth covered him again. I watched his prick begin to jerk and swell between her lips. She groaned loudly and took her mouth off him. The pre-cum was still bubbling from his hole and I lapped it up hungrily. Then Monica and I kissed, sharing the preliminary sweet load he had already given her. Monica pumped his prick with one hand. I coaxed the cum out of his balls and into his shaft with the other. He was humping the air, groaning as his control slipped away quickly.
Still kissing, we placed our mouths over the end of his cock and slid them up and down the sides, tongues darting.
With a low roar that seemed to come from the depths of his soul, Travis began to buck out of control. Monica captured the first thick spurt in her mouth. I caught the second. It was sweet and thick and creamy, but there wasn't much time to savor it. Travis just kept cumming and cumming. Monica and I took turns catching the hot spunk that flew from the end of his prick.
When it slowed to a dribble, we licked him clean, not forgetting his now empty balls or his sweaty asshole. And then, heated up again, we turned to each other. While Travis lay on the bed watching, we fell into a comfortable 69 position and ate each other to oblivion.
The three of us rested on my big bed, our needs satiated for the moment. We asked Monica to spend the night, but she refused, saying that she had an early morning meeting.
"Where would you like for me to sleep?" Travis asked.
We were sitting in the kitchen, wrapped in robes and sipping chilled wine.
I shrugged. My first instinct was to try to persuade him to sleep with me, but I had to accept the fact that he was a grown man. Sleeping with his mother might be fine now, but sooner or later he was going to meet a young lady and bring her home. "You can sleep with me if you'd like. Or if you'd be more comfortable in your own room...."
"I'd like to sleep with you," he said softly.
We walked down the hall arm in arm and crawled into the freshly made up bed. With the lights out, I rested my head on his shoulder and slept peacefully.
That night I dreamed of his father.
CHAPTER TEN
Over the next few days, Cole and I had several meetings about the financing and marketing of the new line of clothing. We were alone in my office each time and each time I waited for him to bring up the subject of Travis.
He didn't mention it.
I felt strangely disappointed, but then I realized he was so involved in the clothing project, that he had probably forgotten all about his blackmail scheme.
Then, one evening, after a late aerobics class, he came into the studio. He was wearing jogging shorts and a T-shirt that hugged his muscular body like a second skin. My breath caught in my throat when I saw the hungry look in his flashing dark eyes.
"Did you think I'd forgotten all about you?" he asked.
"Yes, as a matter-of-fact, I did," I answered, wiping sweat off my arms with a towel.
"Were you disappointed?" he asked, crossing his arms across his broad chest and giving me a level look.
"A little," I answered, trying not to let him see how much this turned me on.
"Well, don't worry. I'm not going to forget about you or your son. In fact, I stopped by to collect another payment."
"Someone might still be in the building," I said, protesting weakly.
"I waited until the last one left and locked the door behind her. We're all alone," he assured me.
"Cole, it's late...." I began.
"I don't care," he snapped, jerking the towel out of my hands. "I'm horny and you've got just what I want. I know your son has fucked your ass. You're going to let me show you what an ass fucking really is."
At his words, my knees grew weak. My eyes met his and I was completely lost.
"Get out of those clothes," he ordered.
With trembling fingers, I peeled my damp leotard off my body. My tights followed and soon, I was standing before the muscular young man completely naked. The cool air dried my skin and made my already stiff nipples even stiffer. I felt weak and vulnerable and more turned on than ever before.
"Undress me," he said quietly.
Stepping close to him, I lifted his T-shirt and pulled it off his upper body. My nipples brushed against his hairy chest and he reached between us, cupping and squeezing them with a demanding touch. We kissed, long and deep and his cock grew to an iron bar between us. Tossing the T-shirt aside, I knelt at his feet and worked his shorts down off his hips. He was wearing nothing underneath and his hard prick popped free, brushing against my lips.
"Use your mouth," he urged as he rubbed the tip back and forth across my lips again. "It needs to be good and wet where it's going."
Again, I was thrilled by his dominance, his command of the situation. Capturing his prick in one hand, I licked it until it glistened with my spit. My free hand slipped between my legs to squeeze my leaking mound.
"Suck it," he whispered.
Even the whisper was an order and I did as I was told, loving every minute of it. I squeezed him with my lips and bobbed my head quickly. Then I released him and swirled my tongue around his fat knob. In the back of my mind, I was comparing him with my son. His cock was just as thick but shorter, perfect for sucking, because I could swallow every inch of it. Still holding my hairy mound, I worked a finger between my swollen lips. It was immediately coated with my scalding oils. I moaned around his meat.
"And now my balls," he breathed.
Pushing his cock back against his flat stomach, I ducked my head and gave his balls a warm tongue bath. He sighed when I was finished and sank to the carpeted floor.
"This is really turning you on isn't it?" he asked, nodding at the hand between my legs.
I nodded and shivered as I added a second finger to my hole. Again, the fact that he was watching me added to my pleasure. Continuing to kneel on the floor, I spread my legs wide and pumped my fingers in and out rhythmically.
"Show me that clit."
Spreading my lips with my fingers, I exposed my erect clit. It looked like a glistening pink pearl. The cool air caressed it like a lover's tongue, making me moan and hump my hand even faster.
Cole lay there watching me for a few minutes. His hot gaze burned my flesh and he licked his lips hungrily.
I groaned, imagining that tongue on my clit. My orgasm began to swell deep in my belly like a balloon.
Finally, he motioned for me to mount him. "Grease my dick up with that wet pussy of yours."
Reluctantly, I pulled my fingers out of my hole and climbed on top of him. I straddled his body and placed the hot, wet mouth of my cunt right over his cockhead. Our eyes met, and I was just about to lower myself onto him when he thrust upward. That sent about half of his length inside of me. I gasped at the sudden intrusion and my pussy clamped down on him possessively.
"Take it all," he grunted. Grabbing my ass, he pulled me down on him.
"Dear God!" I gasped as my clit was squashed between us, sending shivers of desire throughout my whole body.
"You like that, too, don't you?" he wanted to know.
"Yes," I hissed, wiggling against him.
"You like it rough and rowdy don't you?" he asked, squeezing my ass hard.
"You know I do," I groaned, working my ass in a tight little circle.
It was true. Cole brought out some animal-like desires in me that no one ever had before. All I wanted was to fuck him down and dirty, in any position, doing whatever he demanded of me.
"Does your son know you like it like this?" He was still holding me tight against him.
Unable to answer, I just closed my eyes and tried to control my twitching cunt. At the mention of Travis, I grew even wetter.
"I'll bet he doesn't," he continued in a hoarse whisper.
"Please," I whimpered.
"Tell me what you want," he demanded.
"I want you to fuck me," I answered. "Just fuck me with that big, hard cock."
Cole chuckled, pleased with my reaction. "Let's see you ride it," he breathed.
In just a matter of moments, I was sliding my hot, wet cunt up and down his pole, moving faster by the minute. Our bodies slapped together wetly as I bounced up and down on top of the young man. My orgasm inched closer with each trip down his thick cock and my guttural groans filled the brightly lit aerobics classroom.
"You're just about ready to cum," he growled, bucking upward to meet me.
That's when I saw myself in the mirrored wall directly in front of me. My hair flew around my head in wild disarray and my eyes were glazed with lust. Reaching yet another, higher level of excitement, I covered my bouncing breasts with both hands and met him stroke for stroke.
"I can feel your pussy getting tighter and tighter around my dick."
"Yes, I need to cum," I groaned.
"No," he snapped, and we came to an immediate halt. Sweating and gasping for breath, we stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity. "Don't you dare cum until I get my dick in your ass."
At that point, I would have done anything for some much needed relief. Whimpering, I climbed off him and moved to my hands and knees on the floor.
Cole remained where he was, his shiny wet dick sticking straight up in the air.
I reached around, grabbed my ass cheeks and held them wide, exposing myself to him lewdly.
"What a nice-looking ass," he said, still making no move to come to me.
Was he going to make me beg for it? "Please," I moaned, surprised at how much that turned me on, too.
"It's a good thing I brought your dildo along with me. It'll help you get ready for my dick," he said as he came up close behind me.
I shuddered as his fingers scooped up my flowing juices and smeared them onto my asshole. "I'm more than ready for your dick," I told him truthfully.
"I don't think so," he answered, pushing his fingers into my splayed rectum.
"Yes," I breathed. "I can take it." At that point, though, it didn't really matter whether it was the dildo or his prick. My asshole was itching to be stuffed.
Cole worked the rounded end of the sex toy into my pussy. He inched it into me skillfully, withdrawing just enough to make my pussy suck on it. I groaned and lifted my ass high in the air, eager to feel every inch of the dildo in my cunt. Slowly, so he would not notice, I reached underneath myself and caught my clit in my fingers again. He pushed his thumb into my asshole and chuckled when I pushed back against it, gasping.
Despite Cole's warnings, I was heading toward a roaring orgasm. With his thumb teasing my, butthole, the dildo in my pussy and my fingers on my clit, it crept closer by the second. Again, just when release was within reach, he yanked the dildo out of my pussy. I came back to reality with a jolt.
"I told you not to cum until my dick was in your ass," he reminded me, pushing his thumb deeper into my rectum.
"I know," I whimpered.
"Say you're sorry." He pulled his thumb out and shoved it back in again. "I'm sorry."
"Tell me where you want this dildo," he said.
"In my ass," I moaned. "I want it all in my ass."
Cole did not reply. His thumb was immediately replaced by the rounded end of the wet dildo.
"Give it to me," I groaned.
"Get your fingers off your clit," he ordered.
I obeyed. The truth was, I was already so wired, I could have climaxed without anyone touching my clit.
"That's better," Cole said. He worked the dildo in a small circle and applied steady pressure at the same time. His ragged breathing filled the room and every once in a while his leaking cock brushed against my hip.
I moaned as the hard rubber dick stretched me wider and wider. Pressing my nipples against the carpeted floor, I thrust my ass high into the air. I forced myself to relax. Finally, the dildo slipped inside of me. Somehow, Cole knew he didn't have to stop there. He inched it deeper into my body, pulled it back and then pushed it in again. My moans grew steadily louder, especially when he pushed two fingers into my gushing gash. Rocking back and forth on my knees, I felt my control slipping again.
When my pussy began to pulse around his fingers, Cole pulled them free. The dildo came out of my asshole leaving me whimpering, humping the air in frustration. Unable to stop myself, I rolled onto my back and jammed two fingers into my wide open cunt.
"I have to cum," I moaned. If I didn't, I would surely explode.
A strong hand gripped my wrist and pulled my fingers away from my pussy. "Not yet."
My body was still moving, still teetering on the brink of orgasm. He held me like that until I calmed down and then he guided my hand to his erect cock. It was twice as big as before, throbbing steadily and leaking pre-cum. The pearly drops covered my palm and I rubbed them into his flesh, pumping him slowly.
"Now, I want that ass," he growled.
I started to turn over again, but he stopped me.
"I want to watch you cum," he explained.
Kneeling between my legs, he pushed them high and wide. He fingered my pussy, smiling when I moaned, and then he transferred those wet fingers to my asshole. I closed my eyes as his fingers slithered deeper and deeper into my tight channel. But when the hot knob of his dick was wedged between my cheeks, I had to look.
His fat prick stretched my anal opening wider than the dildo had earlier. He caught his lower lip between his teeth and sweat beaded on his forehead. Holding his cock in one hand, he spread my asshole with the other. My pussy pulsed with excitement and a flood of juices trickled down my crack.
As he had with the dildo, Cole worked his dick in a little circle and applied steady pressure.
Again, I forced myself to relax.
Suddenly, he was inside of me. We both gasped and I shuddered through a mini-cum as more of my oils boiled out, spilling down to where we were joined.
"What a tight, fucking ass," he breathed, his voice shaking.
"Is it too much for you?" I asked, feeling as if I now had control of the situation. "Can you handle it?"
"I can handle it," he assured me. "Can you?"
With that, he thrust forward, giving me several inches of hard, hot cock. I cried out as Cole grunted and buried himself even deeper, then withdrew all but the head.
I squeezed him hard with my asshole. "Are you sure you can take it? There's always my pussy to fuck." With that, I used my fingers to make sure he could see my erect clit.
"I'll show you what an ass fucking really is," he muttered.
Cole gave me exactly what I wanted then, long steady strokes that sent the head of his cock to the depths of my bowels. My groans turned to grunts and the unique feelings of this kind of sex took over all my senses. Looking down between us, I could see that every inch of his prick was buried in my asshole. My pussy was drooling a continuous stream of clear fluids and my clit was throbbing steadily.
"Fuck it," I grunted, reaching for even more of his hot muscle. "I know you can do better than that."
Groaning, Cole moved faster and faster. It was obvious he had been struggling to remain in control. Now, with my goading, that control was slipping away quickly.
"I thought you wanted to cum in my ass," I continued. "I thought you wanted to fill me with your hot load."
"I will," he grunted, slamming into me forcefully. "I'll give you a sperm enema you won't soon forget."
"Do it," I coaxed. His whole body was gleaming with a fine sheen of sweat and his well-developed muscles rippled under his tanned flesh. "Show me what you've got."
Cole roared. His cock swelled, stretching my asshole even more than before. It began to pulse and the first hot blast was fired into me. I managed to keep my climax at bay until he had filled my asshole to overflowing and then I cut loose, squirming around on the end of his dick like a fish on a hook. My asshole literally sucked the last of the spunk from his balls.
Needless to say, when it was over, we were both completely drained. We remained joined until Cole slipped out of me and then he rolled to his back on the floor beside me. It was a while before either of us thought of moving.
"You know, I'm really enjoying that tape I made of you and Travis," Cole said as we began to get dressed.
I had all, but forgotten about that. "What ... what are you going to do with it?"
His grin widened. "Sometimes, I just watch it and jack off. I shoot all over your face while your son is fucking you."
I continued brushing my tangled hair.
"Of course, the young lady who lives down the hall from me gets really turned on when she watches it."
"Cole!"
"Relax, I was just joking," he assured me, pulling his T-shirt on over his head.
I didn't know whether to believe him or not, so I busied myself tying my shoes. "I thought you just wanted sex from me. You're getting that."
"Let's just call it insurance," he said. "Just in case I want something else."
"Like what?"
"Money. Maybe I'll let you buy me out, partner." There was a teasing sound in his voice, but the look in his eyes was dead serious.
"Cole, I don't have that kind of money. You know that," I explained. "I've put every dime I had into this line of athletic clothing."
His only answer was a sexy wink and that boyish, lopsided grin. And then he was gone.
As I drove home, it occurred to me that I could just hand over my half of the business to him, but all of my instincts warned against it. This was my business. I'd invested all my money and worked hard to make it as successful as it was. No, I would not allow him to take it away from me, not matter what kind of insurance he had.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The next few days seemed to fly by. Travis and I were both working hard and on different schedules, so we barely had time to talk to each other, much less have sex. Cole became involved with some problems with delivery on the clothing and left me alone. Even Monica was wrapped up in some problems with her work.
One morning, I caught Travis before he left for the club and simply made a date to be with him that evening. "I've missed you," I told him.
"Me, too," he answered. His eyes revealed that he was telling the truth. "Sometimes, it's all I can do to keep my hands off you at work."
"Come home early tonight. I'll make a great dinner and we'll spend some time alone," I suggested.
"That sounds great. I only have one person scheduled for a workout this evening and then I'll come straight home," he promised.
"And then what?" I wanted to know, looping my arms around my son's broad shoulders.
"And then I'll show you just how much your son loves his mother," he said, kissing me. His long tongue snaked into my mouth and he pulled me even tighter against him. His cock began to stir.
"Do you have time for a quickie right now?" I whispered. The kiss had left me weak and breathless, but I managed to grind my cunt against him.
"Afraid not," he said, stepping away from me reluctantly. "Tonight we'll make up for lost time."
All day long, I walked around in a state of sexual confusion. I watched Beth during one of her classes, fantasizing about being with her. And then I went into the bathroom and brought myself to a quick, hard cum with two fingers. That helped a little and, somehow, I made it through my last class.
On my way out the door, Cole stopped me. "Got a minute?"
"Sure," I said, stepping into his office. I was torn between wanting him and wanting to get home to get ready for Travis.
It turned out that he needed my signature on a couple of contracts. He also wanted to fill me in on the delayed delivery date and how he was handling the situation. Despite Cole's sometimes brash, confident air and business education, he was still a little unsure of himself. I assured the young man he had made the right decision under the circumstances. Then I glanced over the contracts, made a few changes and signed them.
He smiled and relaxed a little when we were finished. "So, what are you doing this evening?"
"Going home," I told him as I stood up and headed for the door.
"Want some company?" he asked, a far cry from his usual demanding self. "No."
"What if I do?" he wanted to know.
"Then go visit your young lady down the hall," I said with a sweet smile.
At home, the little red light on the answering machine was blinking steadily. The message was from Travis.
"Just wanted you to know I'll be late. Some guys are coming to start remodeling the lobby for the clothing display. Cole had other plans and asked me to stay until they leave so I can lock up. Sorry."
"That bastard," I said between clenched teeth. Cole had no plans. He told me so himself.
With my hands balled into tight fists, I stomped into my bedroom, jerked my clothes off and headed for the shower. As the stinging spray pounded my body, I felt myself growing angrier and angrier at Cole.
My anger had all, but dissipated as I dried off and then wrapped the towel around me. I wrapped another towel around my head and went into the kitchen to make myself a cup of tea. This evening alone would give me a chance to think things over and try to decide what I was going to do about Cole's threats.
I returned to the bedroom with toast and hot tea. Removing the towels, I combed my wet hair and then, without bothering to put on any clothing, I slid between the cool sheets naked. The novel I'd been reading was right beside the bed. I picked it up and started to read. My thoughts returned to Cole again and how he had ruined the evening I'd planned with Travis.
As my son came to mind, I stared off into space, thinking about him. Shivers of desire raced through me as I remembered how his touch could drive me wild. I could still taste his kiss from that morning. As my daydreams continued, I found myself growing loose and moist.
Moaning softly, I covered my aching breasts with both hands and squeezed them together. I closed my eyes and pictured Travis kneeling over me, his dark head moving from one nipple to the other. As his hot tongue swirled around my sensitive buds, I pinched them.
Again, I moaned and my hands slid down my naked body. My son's mouth would do the same thing, his tongue touching every sensitive spot, making sparks fly. My legs parted and I swirled my fingers through my damp bush.
"Travis," I whispered as I stroked my inner thighs with my fingertips.
I could actually feel my clit swelling, feel my oils gathering at the mouth of my cunt. I squirmed on the sheets and teased myself a few more moments. Finally, I placed a fingertip against the hungry mouth of my cunt and shuddered through a mini-cum.
"Travis," I whimpered, easing that finger inside of me. Two fingers of my other hand squeezed my clit rhythmically.
Soon, I was sliding two fingers in and out of my wet pussy while I rocked my clit with my palm. The scent of my heat reached my nose. It was easy to imagine my son between my legs, his tongue filling my cunt while his big hands squeezed and fondled my hips and thighs.
Just before I reached the point of no return, the telephone rang.
I struggled back to reality and managed to answer it on the second ring with a breathless hello.
"Mom, is that you?" It was Travis.
"Yes," I swallowed hard and one hand returned to my aching cunt. "Yes, son." Had he ever called me that before?
"Are you okay? You sound out of breath," he said.
I laughed softly and decided to go for broke. "I guess I'm okay. I'm out of breath because I was lying here thinking about you and...."
"Playing with that little wet pussy," he guessed.
"Uh-huh."
"Well, I was sitting here in Cole's office waiting for the guys to finish and I started thinking about you," he confessed.
"And what were you playing with?" I wanted to know.
"I wasn't playing with it, not yet anyway, but it's big enough to play with."
"Maybe I should come down there," I said, inching those two fingers inside of my pussy again.
"I'll be home soon," he promised. "In the meantime, maybe I should just keep talking to you while you finish up."
I took a deep, shaking breath and rubbed my clit with my thumb. "That would be nice."
"All I have to do is close my eyes and I can see you lying there on your bed, completely naked. Your nipples get so hard and I love it when you spread your legs wide to show me that sweet, wet pussy." His voice took on a soft, coaxing tone.
"Oh, Travis," I whimpered as my hips began rocking back and forth.
"God, you taste good," he breathed. "Sometimes, all I want to do is eat you."
I closed my eyes and let his words take over.
"But then I get my dick inside of that hot pussy and I know that's where it belongs. Even now, I can almost feel your strong muscles pulling at it. When you wrap that hot snatch around my meat, it feels like you're sucking me dry. Sometimes, my nuts feel like raisins."
My breathing quickened and I groaned as I humped my hand quickly.
"Are you using the dildo?" Travis wanted to know.
"No, just my fingers," I managed to answer.
"Get the double-headed dildo. Tell me if it feels like my dick," he suggested.
His mention of the dildo surprised me. I'd forgotten all about it. It took me only seconds to get the sexy toy from under the bed. I sighed as I eased one end inside of my cunt.
"Is it inside?" he breathed.
"Yes," I hissed. It stretched me wide and I pushed it deep. Still, it barely scratched my itch. Only my son's cock could take care of that need.
"Work it in and out a few times," he instructed. "Get it good and wet."
Lying on my back, legs wide apart, I wrapped my fingers around the free end of the dildo and pumped it in and out quickly.
"Does it feel like my dick?" he wanted to know.
"Yes," I gasped.
"Put the phone down there and let me listen."
Again, I did as he asked, placing the receiver close to my pussy. That made me feel almost as if his mouth was down there as well as his dick. I fucked myself even faster with the rubber dick, groaning as my climax built, subsided and built again. Thick, wet sounds filled the room as my pussy pulsed and fluttered around the dildo, sucking noisily. When I returned the telephone to my ear, I was so close to cumming I could almost taste it.
"I'm so hard it hurts," Travis moaned. "God, I could cum all over your pussy right now."
The thought of my son spraying his hot spunk all over me pushed me right over the edge. I groaned and my ass bounced all over the bed as my orgasm took over. My throaty sounds of release filled the room. When I caught my breath, I realized I had dropped the receiver.
"Travis," I whispered, picking it up in a shaking hand.
"I'm here," he answered, his voice was strangely quiet.
"I came," I told him.
"Yeah, I know. Will you do that for me when I come home?" he asked. "Yes. Hurry."
We hung up then. I dozed off to sleep with the dildo still stuffed in my pussy. When I woke up, I looked down and saw it. Again, I was amazed at the sight. It really did look as if I had sprouted a dick. Crawling out of bed, I stood in front of the mirror, fondling my cock lovingly. What a turn-on!
I stepped closer to the mirror and pressed my aching nipples against the cool glass. Then I kissed my reflection, tongues dueling. I rubbed the free end of the fake dick against my pussy and let my thoughts wander. Soon, I was pumping it in and out of my hole with abandon, watching my face turn into a mask of lust in the mirror.
This climax wasn't quite as intense as the one before. It hit hard and fast and I recovered in only a few moments. Still, I pretended that Travis was watching the whole thing.
I returned to the bed to wait for my son to come home.
Again, I dozed and when I woke up, I was still alone. My dildo was right there beside me, and I fondled it while I began fantasizing about having Cole and Travis at the same time. That would be the ultimate!
I caressed myself as I imagined seducing the two young men, using my hands and mouth to get them both hard.
"You can have my pussy, Travis," I murmured.
With that, I eased the one end of the dildo back inside of my cunt. I held my breath as the thick shaft stretched the mouth of my cunt wide. Lifting my legs high and wide, I pushed it deeper, rubbing my clit at the same time.
"God, I never get enough of your dick," I moaned as I moved the toy faster and faster.
And then I remembered that, in this fantasy, Cole was there. "Let me have your dick for my mouth," I told him. Sitting up slightly, I managed to get the free end of the dildo into my mouth. I licked the bulbous knob and then sucked it between my lips, moaning softly.
Seconds later, my son walked into the room. "I guess this way you can pretend you have two lovers," he said. He was already taking off his clothes, his long, thick cock hard as a rock.
"Travis," I whispered, freeing the fake dick with a wet slurp. The end buried in my cunt kept moving.
"You were pretending you had two lovers weren't you?" he asked.
I nodded and gazed longingly at his beautiful body.
"Who was it? Me?" he wanted to know as he approached the bed, his hard cock leading the way.
"Yes."
"And Cole?" I didn't answer.
"Don't try to kid me. I've seen the way you look at each other. Now, tell me what you were thinking." With that, he fondled himself lovingly.
"The end in my pussy was you," I told him and began moving it in and out slowly again.
"And you were sucking Cole," he breathed. His cock stretched at least another inch and his fingers barely reached around the thick shaft.
"Yes," I hissed. Keeping my eyes on my son's prick, I sucked the free end of the dildo back into my mouth.
"Does he taste good?" he asked, working the skin back and forth.
I moaned in response and my body began moving of its own accord.
My son's hand moved faster. The knob on the end of his prick was turning a deep red color. Pearly drops of pre-cum decorated the head and threatened to drip off. He caught the fluids in his palm and smeared them up and down his shaft, moaning softly.
"There's some oil on the dresser," I whispered. "That will make it feel like...."
"Like your hot little pussy," he finished as he reached for the small bottle.
I lay back, spread my legs further apart and fucked myself with the dildo. My son took his time massaging the thick oils into his shaft. When that was well-lubricated, he cupped his balls with his slick hands and groaned softly. At the same time, he began pumping himself a little quicker than before.
"Do you ever finger your asshole?" I asked.
"Yeah," he breathed. "Right now, my finger feels like your tongue playing with my rectum.
"Oh, God!" I moaned. The dildo moved faster and I pinched my clit to match the fucking rhythm. My son's hand was moving up and down his pole at exactly the same speed.
"Are you going to cum for me?" he wanted to know. His face was a mask of concentration and his words were slowly turning into grunts.
"I want to cum," I breathed, the heat spreading outward, up to my nipples and down my inner thighs. "Watch me cum."
And suddenly, I was thrashing about on the bed, ramming the dildo deep in my pussy and howling with pleasure. The only person who had ever watched me masturbate was Monica. I never realized what a thrill it could be to masturbate with a man.
Travis pumped his slick meat steadily. His gaze never left my pussy. I knew he could see it pulsing around the dildo, sucking on it noisily. And I knew my juices were running down my crack, wetting my asshole. Sliding one hand up under me, I teased my wet anal opening with my fingers.
"God, you're beautiful when you cum," he breathed.
"So are you," I told him, my voice as unsteady as my heartbeat. "Show me how you cum."
He was still holding his balls in one hand and the fingers wrapped around his meat had slowed considerably. At my request, he squeezed himself rhythmically as his strokes quickened. He was going to cum this time, no doubt about it.
"I want you to shoot all over my pussy," I groaned. Pulling the dildo out of my pussy, I thrust my freshly fucked hole toward him. I held the lips wide so he could see everything, from my pulsing asshole to my throbbing clit.
"Oh, God!" he groaned. His hand was nothing but a white blur flying up and down his rod.
"Do it, baby," I purred, lifting my ass off the bed. I struggled to keep my hands off my clit.
"Ungh! Ungh!" He squatted lower and I knew he had at least one finger buried in his rectum. God, how I longed to be doing that with my tongue!
The slapping sound of flesh against flesh reached my ears. His knob was purple now and looked like it was going to pop. And then I saw the little hole in the end of his cock wink. In the next instant, he roared and a thick, white stream of spunk blasted out of that little hole. It splashed against my clit. The second stream was aimed just as perfectly. It sprayed the mouth of my pussy.
As he fucked his fist and continued to empty his balls all over my crotch, I could not longer keep my hands off myself. I caught the last few streams of his flying spunk with one hand and smeared it into my cunt. The other hand was working my clit furiously. My orgasm was right there, ready to explode.
My son was still cumming. He climbed onto the foot of the bed and poured a few healthy streams of spunk onto my flying fingers. And then he came even closer and used his fingers to milk the last of his healthy load onto the tip of my clit.
And that's when I experienced a climax like I'd never known before. I cried out, bucked and grunted and added my own bodily fluids to what my son had given me.
Travis remained where he was, struggling to control his breathing. His face was covered with sweat and those dark eyes looked as if they could eat me alive.
"Now I'll make you cum like I should have," he whispered as he placed my feet over his shoulders.
I gasped as much from surprise as anything else when he pressed his rock hard cock against my pussy. He slithered deep inside of me, filling me with the hard, hot muscle I craved.
"You want it, don't you," he asked when his balls rested on my upturned ass.
"Just give it to me," I groaned, squeezing him with my strong cunt muscles. "Fuck me until I beg you to stop."
"Yes, ma'am," he replied.
Holding my ass in both hands, he began pumping in and out of me with steady, sure strokes that nearly drove me wild. I ground my body against his, knowing the cum he had deposited there was only adding to the wet sounds that filled the room.
Before my son gave in to his own needs, he brought me off three more times. We were both so exhausted, we didn't even bother to clean up afterwards.
The next morning, I woke up with dried cum all over me, the hairs of my pussy matted together and a tender, but very happy cunt. I left my son sleeping soundly and headed for the shower, feeling as if I could take on the world.
Not even veiled threats from Cole could hurt me.
CHAPTER TWELVE
My happy, confident mood stayed with me until about mid-afternoon, when Cole came into my office.
"Have you thought any further about the monetary arrangements we discussed the other day?" he asked, plopping down in a chair uninvited.
I had to think for a minute. "You mean about me buying you out?"
He nodded, giving me an innocent look.
"Cole, there is nothing to think about. I can't buy you out."
"Then you're going to have to give me your half of the company," he said with a shrug.
"Why do I have to do anything?" I asked.
"Because I know that you're fucking your own son and I have a videotape to prove it. Now, if you want me to go to some of your influential banker friends with this knowledge...."
"Look, let me think about this." I tried to keep the pleading sound out of my voice. His veiled threats frightened and angered me at the same time.
"Take your time," he said as if he was doing me a big favor. "In the meantime, there are those sexual favors you perform so well for me."
I stood there waiting for him to decide what he wanted from me, trying not to let him know that I truly enjoyed the kind of sex we shared.
"Right now, down in the locker room, your son is fucking Beth's eyes out," he began. "I just saw them."
"What does that have to do with me?"
"You're going to wait until he leaves. And then you're going to go down there and seduce Beth while I watch."
I closed my eyes and squeezed my thighs together tightly.
"I want to watch you suck your son's scum out of another woman's pussy," he said, tapping his chin thoughtfully.
"Okay," I whispered, thrilled by the thought.
"You can do that for me, can't you?" he asked as he stepped toward the door.
"Of course," I said with a smile that did not reach my eyes. "I might even enjoy it."
"Good. And, Rachel, do a real good job. You never know when the cameras are rolling."
After Cole left my office, I went over to the bulletin board in the lobby. While pretending to rearrange the various flyers and announcements, I kept one eye on the locker room door at the end of the hall. When Travis came out, he was grinning from ear to ear. He headed straight for the weight room, not even looking in my direction.
The second he was out of sight, I sprinted toward the locker room, sliding to a stop just outside the door. There, I caught my breath, composed myself as best I could and stepped inside. Beth was sitting on the bench between the lockers where she and Travis had fucked the last time. Her clothes were on the floor beside her in a little heap. She was still naked, her body gleaming with sweat. Even as I watched, she fondled her breasts and closed her eyes, her breath shaky.
I let the door bang shut behind me and moved toward her. "Beth, are you okay?" I asked, looking concerned.
She was on her feet immediately, reaching for her clothes. "Yeah, I was just resting after my workout."
"Are you sure?" I asked, placing a hand on her forehead. "You look flushed."
"Oh, Rachel, I can tell you," she said, her eyes glowing softly. "I just had the most incredible sexual experience of my life."
I smiled and sat down on the bench beside her. "Cole?"
She shook her head, her tousled blonde hair falling around her slim shoulders in gleaming waves. "Travis."
I pretended to be surprised. "Really. He's that good?"
"God, yes," she groaned, hugging herself. "His cock is so big and he knows how to use it. He makes me cum half a dozen times before getting off. And he uses his fingers and his tongue just as well as his dick."
"Maybe I'll make a pass at him myself," I said with a teasing wink.
She laughed. "I can't believe you're saying that."
"Why?"
"I always thought you were just interested in other women," she blurted. "I mean, I didn't think you were a lesbian, I just ... you don't date much ... and you keep turning Cole down and...."
"It's okay, Beth. I understand why you would think that. Actually, I'm bisexual. I like men and women. And I don't sleep with Cole because we're in business together," I lied. "Now, Travis, on the other hand...." I let the sentence dangle.
"He's incredible," Beth said. Her big blue eyes took on a dreamy look.
All during this conversation, I listened for some signal that Cole had joined us. When I heard nothing, I realized I would have no idea when he slipped into the room to watch us. And yet, I was going to have to start my seduction of Beth. "What about you?" I asked.
"What?"
"Do you only prefer men?"
"Well, I've never been with another woman. I've wondered what it would be like, though," she confessed. Bright red spots formed on her cheeks.
"And I find you very attractive," I said, touching her bare shoulder. "It would be an honor to be your first." With that I leaned forward and brushed the spot with my lips where my fingers had been.
Beth shivered. "Here?"
"Now," I whispered, making a circle on her flesh with the tip of my tongue. It tasted slightly salty.
"Let me clean up first," she said as she stood up. "Travis and I just...."
"No, that will make it even better," I said, pulling her back down onto the bench beside me. She had no idea just how much I wanted to taste my son's scum. She also had no idea that Cole would be watching the whole thing.
Beth relaxed somewhat when I continued licking her shoulder. She sighed softly when I cupped a breast in one hand and licked my way up to her ear. I nibbled at the lobe and then worked my way around to her mouth, kissing her full lips tenderly.
She sighed again. By this time her nipple was burning a hot hole in my palm. I moved my hand to her other breast and kissed my way down her chest. Her nipple grew even stiffer against my tongue and she gasped when I sucked it into my mouth. It tasted salty, too.
"I can't believe I'm getting turned on again," she breathed, thrusting her nipple into my mouth. "Travis made me cum so hard."
"I'll make you cum just as hard," I promised as I moved my mouth to the stiff point topping her other fleshy globe. "Maybe harder."
I slid my hand down her flat stomach to her mound and squeezed it gently. The blonde hairs were a damp, tangled mass of curls from her recent fucking, but the lips swelled at my touch. She parted her legs slightly. God, I hoped Cole was watching this!
As my fingertips danced up and down Beth's slit, I placed my mouth against hers again. My tongue darted between her lips and touched hers slightly. Soon, our tongues were battling fiercely. She clung to me with both arms and moaned into my mouth. Crushing her naked breasts against me, she spread her legs wider and reached for my fingers.
"Don't tease me," she whimpered.
I made a little circle just inside of her cunt lips with one finger. Her groan was louder this time and her pussy literally sucked my finger inside of her. She was hot inside and super wet, most of it belonging to Travis. Our mouths came together again as I smeared that wetness onto her erect clit. Looking down, I could see my son's pearly fluids shining on my finger.
"Let's spread out a towel so you can lie down on the floor," I suggested. "It'll be more comfortable this way."
Without waiting for a reply, I arranged the towel on the tiled floor so that Cole could see everything. Kneeling beside it, I reached for her. She knelt in front of me and we kissed warmly, pressing our bodies together.
"Why don't you take your clothes off, too," she whispered as she lay down on her back on the towel. "I want to see you."
I did as she asked, tossing my shorts and top on top of hers on the floor. And then I turned my attention to the beautiful blonde lying in front of me, tugging at her stiff nipples. Squeezing them together, she thrust them toward my mouth. I worked my tongue around the sensitive buds while urging her legs apart with my hands at the same time.
Moaning, the young woman spread them wide and I caught my first real glimpse of her pussy. It was pink and blonde, just like the rest of her. Her clit was erect and throbbing, just begging for my mouth. But what really held my attention was the sight of the thick, white fluids just beginning to ooze out of her.
My son's cum! I had to have it!
I pressed my nose close to her crotch and inhaled deeply. Yes, I could still smell him, the scent mingling with hers. Flattening my tongue, I worked it over her clit. She gasped and shuddered. Again, I gazed at her pussy. It pulsed and more of my son's load dribbled from her. It slid down her crack, puddling in her asshole. by this time, I had forgotten all about Cole. The only thing on my mind was eating the pussy Travis had just fucked. Unable to control myself another moment, I used the tip of my tongue to scoop up his spunk and bring it to my mouth. I moaned and closed my eyes, imagining how he must have looked when he emptied his balls inside of her. That handsome face contorted in ecstasy. Every muscle in his body taut and covered with sweat.
"Do I taste good?" Beth wanted to know. Her voice was a hushed whisper, but it cut right through my erotic thoughts.
"Oh, yes," I answered.
As if to prove my point, I licked her again, my tongue traveling the full length of her slit. She groaned and pushed her pussy toward my face, spreading her legs even wider.
Hungry for more of the taste of Travis, I curled my tongue into a point and pushed it into her tight little pussy. Now I could taste more of a mixture of their bodily fluids, but it was still a turn-on. Using my tongue like a straw, I sucked loudly, drawing every drop of my son's cum from the cup of her cunt.
"Yeah, use your tongue," Beth moaned.
She had been humping my tongue, her movements growing steadily faster. Now, she simply ground her pussy all over my face. I did as she asked, ramming my tongue deep inside of her twat forcefully, bumping her clit with my nose.
"Fuck me," Beth gasped, placing a hand on my bobbing head. "Fuck me with your tongue." That last statement ended as a grunt and turned into a low groan that grew louder as her orgasm overtook her. Her pussy clamped down on my tongue and her whole body began to buck out of control.
Realizing she was cumming, I held onto her tight little ass with both hands and continued to tongue her. At the same time, I squeezed my legs together tightly and shuddered through a little cum of my own. That only made matters worse. My pussy was dripping, itching, aching for a cock. Since the real thing wasn't available, I longed for my dildo.
Beth returned to reality slowly, gasping as I withdrew my tongue. I kissed her clit, hugging the wet nub tightly with my lips. And then I sucked tenderly on her slippery wet lips. Her eyes were glowing softly when I looked at her again. I kissed her flat belly and then licked each nipple.
"What did you think of that?" I asked, my voice sounding steady.
"Wow!" she said with a little smile.
Using her fingertips, she smeared her juices around on my cheeks. And then she pulled me down on top of her. We kissed and she moaned at the taste of herself on my mouth.
I was just getting ready to ask her if she wanted to taste me when she spoke.
"Travis fucked my ass, too," she whispered.
"You mean today? Earlier?" I asked, surprised.
She nodded and guided my hand down her body. I fingered her pussy teasingly. "I love taking it up the ass, but only after my pussy is satisfied."
"Did he cum there?" I asked. My heart pounded as I inserted a wet finger into her rectum. This would mean more of his tasty scum to drink.
Again, Beth nodded. She wiggled her bottom against my hand, forcing my finger deeper. "Do you want to suck my ass?"
"Yes," I confessed. "I wanted to earlier, but...."
"Do it," she urged, rolling onto her stomach.
Her sudden movement pulled my finger out of her, butthole. It was covered with Travis's cum. I sucked it and watched as she lifted herself onto her knees. Legs wide apart, she reached underneath herself and rubbed her pussy while thrusting her pretty round ass at me again.
God, I hoped Cole was watching and listening to this!
"I want to feel your tongue in my asshole." Her voice was muffled, but full of desire nonetheless.
Moving into place behind Beth, I licked my way down her spine and into her crack. She moaned and squirmed, breathless with anticipation. I was feeling about the same way! Getting yet another, unexpected chance to drink my son's cum was a huge thrill.
I licked her puckered asshole just like I had licked her pussy earlier. And, finally, there it was. The first thin globs of my son's spunk began oozing from her. It was almost clear, but definitely man cum and I lapped it up hungrily.
"There's more inside," Beth moaned, lifting her ass even higher. "Suck it out. Suck my ass."
The urgency in her voice, the smell and taste of my son on her asshole, indeed, the entire situation was driving me wild. This time as my tongue went to work, scooping his delicious fluids out of her asshole, I pushed two fingers into her overflowing pussy. She groaned louder and her cunt hugged my fingers tightly.
When I realized the young woman was ready to climax again, I began sliding my tongue in and out of her asshole. That matched the rhythm of my plunging fingers. My own juices poured from me, sliding down my thighs, and again, I longed for my dildo.
"Don't stop!" Beth squealed. "Just eat my ass. Lick it. Suck it" On and on she babbled while rocking back and forth on her knees. That forced both my tongue and my fingers even deeper into her body.
She exploded with an intensity that surprised me. Moaning obscenities, she bucked and jerked, finally growing stiff. Her asshole held onto my tongue as if it would never let go and her juices gushed from her pussy, puddling in my palm. This went on for a full minute before she finally caught her breath and then collapsed on her side on the towel.
Not knowing what to do next, I simply remained there on my knees, with one hand between my legs, the other on my breast. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw "Cole. His face was a mask of lust and I imagined he had just finished jacking off, spraying his load all over the floor. The thought made me shiver, only adding fuel to the fire already burning between my legs.
"You made me cum as hard as Travis did," Beth told me.
I swallowed hard and nodded, squeezing my mound hard.
"Do you want to cum, too?" she asked.
All I could do was nod, hoping against hope that even though she had never done anything like this before, she would offer her hands or tongue.
"I have a vibrator in my locker," she explained. "You can use it."
Without waiting for a reply, she was on her feet and heading for her locker. She returned in seconds with a big plastic purple vibrator. It was thick at the base, tapering to a slightly smaller size at the rounded end. And the shaft was covered with a series of bumps.
"It looks funny," she said as she flicked the switch on the bottom and pushed it into my hand. "But it does the trick."
I stared at the buzzing sex toy for a few moments. Then, as the throbbing vibrations began to spread up my arm, my sexual excitement returned full force. Easing myself back against the nearest locker, I worked the tip over each nipple and then slid it down my stomach toward my hairy mound. My legs parted readily and I moved the end of the vibrator up and down my slit. I was only vaguely aware of the cool tiles against my ass and the steel locker at my back.
That's when I happened to glance up to see Beth kneeling between my legs, watching closely. "You do it," I said, offering the toy to her. "Make me cum."
Her fingers were shaking, but she took the toy from me. I gasped as she buzzed it up and down my slit just as I had been doing. Then I opened my legs as wide as possible, exposing myself to her freely.
"Fuck me with it," I grunted, knowing she could see my pussy pulse with need. "Fuck me."
Beth eased the plastic device into my hole inch by inch. She withdrew it slightly and then pushed it in again. Soon, I was humping upward, urging her to give me more. And just as quickly, she responded, ramming the vibrating toy into my cunt, meeting me stroke for stroke.
"Yeah, that's good," I grunted, sliding lower and holding my legs even further apart. "Finger my asshole, too."
Beth followed my instructions to the letter, sliding first one finger and then two into my splayed rectum. She continued fucking me with the sex toy while I gyrated wildly against the locker.
Then, when I was teetering on the brink of orgasm, Beth lowered her face to my fork. I watched through a lusty haze as her tongue snaked out, circling my clit timidly. Trying to control myself, I ran my fingers through her hair and encouraged her to continue.
"That's right, baby," I whispered just loud enough to be heard over the muffled buzzing of the vibrator. "Lick it. It tastes just like yours. That's perfect."
Beth's licks turned into gentle sucking that nearly drove me wild.
"Wrap your lips around it. Squeeze it with your lips."
She did exactly as she was told.
"Ah, so good. Now flick it with your tongue to match your fucking."
Again, she performed perfectly.
Unable to hold back any longer, my cries of release filled the room. The powerful orgasm that shook me to my roots seemed to go on for an eternity. I held Beth's face against my crotch and bucked against the vibrator wildly until I could no longer move.
After kissing me warmly, Beth headed for the shower. I promised to join her in a moment. Only then did I see Cole. His limp prick hanging out of his pants, cum still dripping from the end.
"How many times did you get off?" I asked.
"Three. God, what a sight! I want you to arrange a threesome for me very soon. You, me and Beth."
"What if she's not interested?" I asked.
"Then you'll get her interested or else," he snapped, then turned and left the locker room.
There was that demanding tone again and the sparks shining in his eyes. Thrills raced through me and I knew I would do anything he wanted.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
That evening it was my turn to work late.
As I drove through the dark streets toward home, I thought about the events of the day. Not only was I still a little weak from my sexual escapade with Beth, but this situation with Cole was making me feel defeated and depressed. I planned on doing my best to seduce Beth into a threesome, even looked forward to it. But what if she refused? Would Cole really follow through with his threats?
Travis's car was parked in the driveway and lights glowed warmly in the windows. I sat there for a moment wondering if I should just tell him what was going on. Maybe he would have a solution. Maybe I should just give in to Cole's demands that I turn over my half of the business to him and start all over again. But that wasn't right either.
Sighing heavily, I climbed out of the car and trudged toward the house.
Travis wasn't in the kitchen or the living room. As I walked quietly down the hall, I could hear the shower running. At the thought of his hard, hot body naked and just on the other side of the door, I forgot all about my troubles with Cole.
Pushing the door open quietly, I stepped into the steamy room. My son was humming softly, his beautiful body clearly visible through the beveled glass of the shower doors. I could see the water pouring down off of his muscular shoulders and arms. It slid down his back to his tight little ass and then continued down his strong legs.
When he turned around, I stood perfectly still, hoping he wouldn't see me just yet. He soaped his hairy chest and flat stomach. I watched in fascination as he lathered his cock and balls, moaning softly as he did so. Was he thinking about me? Or Beth?
It didn't matter. All I knew was that I wanted him. The itch in my pussy quickly turned to an ache. When he held his face up to the water, I took that opportunity to step out of my clothes. As I suspected, the crotch of my panties was wet. Then, naked, I pushed open the shower door and stepped inside.
"When did you get home?" he asked. His eyes showed surprise and pleasure as he took me into his arms.
"A little while ago. I've been standing there watching you for the past five minutes." I said as the water cascaded down between us.
"Did you like what you saw?" he asked, his hands sliding down the sensual curve of my back to my ass. He squeezed my cheeks, pulling me against him.
"Always," I answered.
His mouth covered mine and our tongues danced playfully. The longer our bodies touched, though, the more demanding the kiss became. Soon, I was sucking on his plunging tongue with abandon, both hands wrapped around his growing prick.
"Do you like fucking in the shower?" he asked, grinning because he already knew the answer to that one.
"Only with my son," I answered.
Kneeling on the floor of the tub, I found myself eye level with his prick. Half-hard and growing quickly, it looked more delicious than ever before. I began licking it. With the water hitting his chest and sliding down his flat stomach, it was like licking a cock through a waterfall. The warm spray hit my face feeling like a summer rain.
"So good," he muttered and thrust his crotch toward my face.
I took as much of his meat into my mouth as I could, releasing it as it swelled and lengthened. Holding just the knob between my lips, I tickled his sensitive spots with my tongue. His groans grew louder when I pumped his shaft with one hand and fondled his balls with the other.
Placing a hand on my head, he fucked my face gently. I loved the way his cock stretched my lips and rode back and forth on the cradle of my tongue. I allowed him to touch the back of my throat and then swallowed steadily when it inched even further.
"Damn, what a fucking mouth," he groaned, his hips moving a bit faster. "I just want to shoot right down your throat."
I could not answer even though that was what I wanted, too. Besides, it's not polite to talk with your mouth full. Instead, I sucked him that much harder, swirling my tongue around his shaft and then dipping into his piss slit. The closer he came to orgasm, the tighter I squeezed my legs together.
Sliding one hand between his legs, I cupped his balls. They were already in firing position. I teased the tender flesh with my fingertips and was rewarded by a thick offering of pre-cum. That only whetted my appetite for more. I wanted to taste every ounce of his sweet cum.
Pulling my head back, I concentrated all my attention just on the knob. Sucking hard, I listened to his guttural grunts. His body was bucking out of control and I squeezed his balls, coaxing their contents up into his shaft.
"Ready!" he grunted. "Damn, I'm almost there!"
He roared low in his throat.
His prick swelled and jerked.
He bucked one last time.
And my mouth was full of my son's cum for the second time that day.
I moaned around his meat, savoring the sweet flavor of his initial spurts before allowing them to slide slowly down my throat. And then I returned to sucking, eager to make sure I had drained his balls completely. When he began breathing again, I had milked the last droplets onto my lips and licked them off. Then I returned my mouth to his prong, licking it completely clean.
"What a mouth!" he breathed, pulling me to my feet. "Would you like to continue this in here or go to bed?"
"I don't think I can wait that long," I confessed, clinging to his broad shoulders with my wet hands. "I need your tongue now!"
Chuckling, he moved his wet head from one nipple to the other and then began working his way downward. I gasped as his hot tongue made circles on my belly, dipped into my navel and then swirled through the wet hairs of my bush. Now the hot water was pounding against my backside, adding to the pleasure of the moment.
I watched as he rubbed his nose through my bush. His hot breath brushed across my clit and he touched it with his tongue from time to time. Finally, unable to stand it another moment, I placed a hand on his head.
"Travis, it's not polite to tease your mother," J whimpered.
"Yes, ma'am," he answered.
Then he spread my swollen lips with two fingers and placed his hot mouth directly on my clit. I gasped as his tongue circled it one last time and then he sucked it between his lips. Almost instinctively, my hips began to move, reaching for more and more of that pleasurable mouth.
"Finger my pussy," I groaned.
My son did exactly as I asked, sliding two thick fingers into my hungry cunt.
"Travis," I whimpered, my body bucking out of control. "Make me cum."
He seemed to know exactly what I needed as he fingered my, butthole. That, plus the water sliding down my crack, pushed me right over the edge into oblivion. I squealed with pleasure as my climax swept over me, taking my breath away.
When I opened my eyes, struggling to catch my breath, Travis was grinning up at me. "The water is getting cold."
Indeed, it was and he helped me out of the shower. We stood there on the rug, pressing our wet bodies together, kissing passionately again. My son's cock was starting to swell again and that orgasm had only made the itch in my pussy worse.
Travis pulled away from me and reached for a towel, drying me briskly from head to toe. As he dried my legs, he sucked my knees and licked my inner thighs. "Have you ever had your pussy shaved?" he asked.
"No."
"Let me do it," he said. by that time, I was ready for anything he had in mind and quickly agreed. I took a seat on the toilet and watched as he gathered the shaving cream, another towel and a razor. He knelt on the floor in front of me and urged me to spread my legs wide. I did so, looking down at my swollen lips and erect clit.
"It doesn't take much to get you ready, does it?" he teased.
The shave cream made my skin tingle and the citrus scent teased my nose. When my mound was covered with rich, creamy lather, he began working the razor over it slowly and carefully. The longer he worked, the hotter I became, fondling my breasts and whimpering softly.
When exactly one half of my pussy was shaved, he wiped it clean with a towel and eased his finger into my wet hole. I gasped and then shuddered through a mini-cum as he used his tongue on my clit.
Satisfied that he had teased me enough, he continued with his shaving.
When that side was done, he wiped my body clean and then sat back to admire his work. I, on the other hand, could not believe my eyes. My mound was hairless, completely naked. I touched the tender skin with my fingertips and then looked into my son's deep brown eyes. They were glowing with the animal need found in a tiger's eyes.
"Do you want to fuck this pretty naked pussy now?" I asked.
"You know I do," he answered, leaning back to show me that his cock was completely erect and ready for me.
"First, I want you to lick it," I told him.
Sliding off the toilet seat, I gently pushed him backwards until he was lying in the floor. Squatting over his face, I watched my reflection in the full-length mirror by the tub. He kissed my bald pussy lips several times. Then he tickled my clit with his tongue. Finally, he pushed it deep into my hole.
Covering my breasts with both hands, I rocked my pussy back and forth on his face. "Travis, your mother loves your tongue," I whispered.
"And I love my mama's pussy," he breathed. Holding my ass with both hands, he pulled me even tighter against his mouth than before and flicked his tongue in and out quickly.
Soon, I was humping my way through another orgasm that left me momentarily breathless.
"Now, let's see how that pussy likes being filled with a big dick," Travis whispered as he lifted me off his face.
I slid my body down his chest, leaving a slimy trail of pussy juice behind. With my naked cunt hovering over the end of his dick, I looked in the mirror again. The lean muscles of my thighs quivered and my nipples looked like pink pencil erasers.
"Come on, Mom," Travis whined, his voice echoing off the tiled walls. "Slide that sweet cunt down onto your son's dick."
With a low groan, I sank down onto him, taking every inch inside of me slowly. I wanted to feel every bump, every ripple, every vein in his throbbing cock, and I used my strong cunt muscles to stroke and squeeze him.
"You do know how to use that cunt," he groaned when he was finally buried to the hilt.
"And you know how to use your dick," I told him.
For a few moments, I was content just to sit on top of him, allowing his prick to marinate in my juices. I leaned forward, dangling my nipples in his face. He sucked one and then the other, making me gasp and moan. He finally squeezed them together so he could tongue them both at the same time.
That's when I began riding him. I moved slowly at first, continuing to squeeze and stroke him, but soon, I was too turned on to do that. I just bounced up and down on top of him, doing everything to get him as deep as possible. He fondled and caressed my bouncing breasts for a while and then reached between us to rub my clit. Lewd, wet sounds filled the room as my juices poured out of me and oozed down over his balls.
"Cum on my dick," he grunted, bucking upward into me. "I want to feel you cum on my dick."
Three more strokes and I was there, rocketing off into oblivion. My cries of release filled the small room and my pussy grew tighter and tighter around his dick, clinging to it as if it would never let go.
When I returned to reality, he was changing positions. Now I was on my hands and knees on the floor and he was behind me. He returned his prick to my hole with little or no hesitation and began pumping in and out wildly. I watched in the mirror as he squeezed my ass cheeks together and then pulled them apart.
"Put your fingers in my ass," I groaned, bucking back against him.
Travis did as I asked. He slid one in first and waited a few moments before adding a second. Then he began working them in and out to match his fucking rhythm. My orgasm began building right away and all I wanted was more and more and more.
"I wish I had a dick in my mouth," I moaned. "One in my ass, one in my pussy and one in my mouth."
"The dildo," Travis gasped, all movement coming to a stop.
He pulled out of me, dashed into the bedroom and returned. His hard cock, covered with my juices, bobbed around in front of him. In his hand was the double-headed dildo that we had enjoyed before.
"Suck on this," he said, tossing it to the floor in front of me.
I grabbed the fake dick in both hands and sucked it into my mouth. At the same time, my son pushed his throbbing cock into my pussy. Within seconds, his fingers were filling my rectum again. This was almost as good as the real thing.
"Suck that dick," Travis grunted.
Groaning around the fake dick in my mouth, I took everything Travis had and reached for more. He slammed into me hard enough to make both of us grunt, his fingers buried to the hilt in my rectum.
Surprisingly enough, he was the first one to cum.
His cock jerked and swelled and then exploded deep in my pussy. That triggered my climax and I continued to suck on the dildo while my pussy drained my son's balls.
"What do you know about Beth?" I asked. Travis and I were lying side by side in bed in the dark room. Even though we had fucked again, I was wondering if Beth was going to be open to this threesome thing Cole insisted on.
"She's a good fuck," he said.
I told him then about being with her that afternoon, not all the details, of course, but enough to let him know what had happened. "I think I like your cum better directly from the spigot," I teased.
Travis laughed, a throaty, happy sound, and then we were quiet for a while.
"Do you think she'd be interested in a threesome?" I asked.
"With the two of us, you know she would," he answered. "In fact, that's a great idea. Maybe we can get together over here this weekend."
I didn't have the heart to tell him that the threesome was going to be much sooner than that-the next day in fact. And that he wasn't going to be involved at all.
This was to be Cole's party and he wasn't invited.
As I dozed off to sleep in my son's arms, it occurred to me that I couldn't keep this game going much longer. I was going to have to make a decision and if it came to deciding between my son and my business, my son was destined to win out.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
"Did you tell Beth about the meeting at your house at noon?" Cole asked.
We were sitting in my office the next morning when Beth brought the mail in and placed it on my desk.
"What meeting?" she asked, looking from one of us to the other.
"I need to talk to you and Cole about some business matters," I began, even though this whole thing was his idea to get her into the threesome. "And I thought it would be nice if we had a leisurely lunch while we talked."
"What about Travis?" she wanted to know.
"He's going to cover for us here. We'll fill him in later," Cole said with a cock-sure attitude that made me want to slap his handsome face.
At the same time, my heartbeat quickened at the thought of Beth and I sharing him in just a few hours.
I waited until Beth left the room before glaring at him. "You'd better give me time to talk to her. Travis thinks she'll be willing to go for a threesome, but I don't know."
"Well, you'd better hope she does," he said. "Invite her to ride over with you. I'll give you half an hour to talk her into it."
"What if I can't?" I argued.
"Then she'll just have to hear about your real relationship with Travis," he said, stood up and left the room.
With that last threat from Cole ringing in my ears, I spent the rest of the morning going over conversations in my mind. If the third party had been Travis, I wouldn't have been so worried about Beth's reaction. Cole's demanding sexual techniques thrilled me, but would Beth like them?
About an hour before lunch, I invited Beth to ride with me to my house. She seemed eager to talk about what we had shared earlier in the week and I went along with it.
"I really enjoyed it more than I ever imagined," she told me. "And I want to learn to please you as well."
"You'll get your chance," I assured her, giving her hand a squeeze.
"Do you think we'll have time before Cole gets to the house today?" she wanted to know.
"I don't think so," I said. "There'll be other times."
"She seemed content with that promise.
"Beth, while we're on the subject of sex, how do you feel about threesomes?" I asked.
"I've never been involved in one," she answered.
"Do you think you'd like to try?"
She hesitated for a moment. "You and Travis at the same time?"
I smiled. "Yeah."
"Now that would be awesome."
I was doomed.
Lunch was nothing spectacular and Beth helped me prepare it quickly. Tuna salad sandwiches, chips and iced tea were on plates and we sat at the table talking while we waited on Cole to arrive.
"Rachel, would you make me cum just one time before Cole gets here," Beth pleaded.
"Okay," I said, giving in to at least her third request since we'd arrived.
In the living room, we sat on the sofa and she lifted her T-shirt, baring her firm little breasts to my gaze. She moaned as I sucked her nipples and eased her back into the cushions. I peeled her shorts and panties down off her hips and my finger found her wet and ready.
"That feels so good," she moaned, spreading her legs wide for me and squirming on the sofa. "Give me two."
I smeared her flowing wetness up to her clit and rubbed it a while before giving her what she asked for. As I pushed two fingers in past the second knuckle, she gasped and shook with orgasm.
"I have never cum this quickly before," she breathed as she began humping my hand steadily.
Her sweet scent reached my nose and I longed to taste her. I sat there watching her pussy suck on my pistoning fingers. Her clit throbbed and her moans of pleasure grew steadily louder.
Just as I was about to lower my mouth to her fragrant pussy, Cole entered the room. He had already removed his shirt and was stepping out of his slacks. His cock was half-hard and growing steadily.
"We have company," I whispered to Beth who had her eyes closed.
She opened them and gazed at Cole through a lusty haze. "I want to suck his cock while I cum."
And it was that easy. All the worrying and planning had been for nothing. We moved to the floor. I knelt between Beth's legs, using my tongue and fingers to please her. Cole knelt over her face, giving her his semi-hard prick to suck. And suck it she did. It was a thrill to watch her talented tongue work on his most sensitive spots. She had him completely erect in no time and moaned as she took him deep into her throat.
Every once in a while, she would thrust her pussy in my direction, urging me to tongue her. I did as she asked, sliding my tongue deep into her cunt while rubbing her clit. Moaning louder, she smeared her pussy all over my mouth and her cunt began to pulse around my plunging tongue.
Cole's moans were growing louder, too. I could see the glazed look in his eyes and the sweat beading on his forehead. He was fighting for control, but that hot, sucking mouth was taking it away quickly.
Beth's climax hit hard and fast, surprising both of us. The only warning I had was a grunt and then it was all I could do to hang onto her thrashing body. As I sucked down her flowing juices, I realized that Cole was cumming, too. Beth was swallowing as fast as she could, but his thick, white cum was still oozing out of the corners of her mouth.
When he slipped out of her, I moved upward so I could lick Cole's cum off of her lips and chin. He tasted so good, I continued licking and kissing her until we were writhing against each other, Cole nearly forgotten.
Beth undressed me slowly and sucked my nipples gently as she rolled me onto my back on the floor. As badly as I needed to cum, I forced myself to be patient. This was her first time.
Yet, she seemed to instinctively know exactly what to do.
After removing the last of my clothing, she began licking my inner thighs, working her way slowly toward my burning bush. I gasped when she parted my curls with her fingers. I groaned when her hot breath caressed my swollen lips and clit.
"Take your time," I whispered to her when I saw that she was gazing into my lewdly splayed pussy.
"It's so pretty," she murmured. "And it smells so good."
"Taste it, baby, when you're ready," I told her.
I lay back and glanced at Cole who sat on the sofa nearby, sipping tea and watching the show. His prick had already started to rise again and I hoped this threesome was everything he had wanted it to be.
And then I felt Beth's tongue. It wiggled up and down my slit, darting here and there, seeming to be everywhere at once. She circled my clit with her hot oral muscle and then worked the tip downward to my overflowing hole. After making ever widening circles just inside of my lips, she inched it deeper.
My whole body was vibrating with pleasure. I forced myself to lie still, even though I wanted to force her tongue all the way inside of me. Not only was Beth's mouth driving me wild, but the fact that Cole was watching added to the intensity of the moment.
"Lick her asshole," Cole instructed in that no nonsense way of his.
Beth did as she was told and I cried out, jerking my legs even further apart.
"When that's good and wet, stick your finger in there," he breathed.
Again, Beth followed his instructions.
I groaned with pleasure and my hips began moving rhythmically.
"Now, stick your tongue in that sloppy pussy again," Cole told the young woman.
With Beth's finger in my asshole and her tongue sliding in and out of my cunt, I nearly went mad with desire. Squeezing my breasts with both hands, I ground my pussy all over her face, my orgasm looming closer by the second.
"My clit," I grunted, thrusting it toward Beth's face. "Rub my clit."
Her fingers closed on the sensitive nub and she pinched it to match my bucking hips. The next thing I knew, I was cumming with a bone-melting intensity that I had not experienced in a while.
And Beth kept right on licking me. Eager to practice her new found skill, she allowed me to calm down for only a second before sending me back up again. She wormed her tongue into my anus while fingering my pussy, and then she concentrated her oral attention on my clit while using her fingers in my ass and pussy at the same time.
"It's time you ladies spent some time with me," Cole insisted almost before I caught my breath.
Beth moved to one side of him immediately and buried her head in his lap. I watched her take as much of his prick into her mouth as she could. Then she released it slowly. It was much bigger sliding out than when it went in and it gleamed with her spit.
I went to work on his balls. Bathing the bloated, hairy sac in warm spit, I sucked first one and then the other into my mouth. He spread his legs, giving us all the room we needed and I ducked my mouth to tongue his sweaty asshole while Beth's busy tongue caressed his tender orbs.
Then we kissed, our tongues dancing while his cock throbbed between us.
"What a sight," Cole breathed. He was pinching one of Beth's nipples with one hand and one of mine with the other.
I was so hot I thought I might explode any minute, so I came up with a suggestion. "Why don't you try to get us off at the same time with your fingers."
"Yes," Beth hissed.
I watched her slide down onto Cole's long fingers and sigh as the thick digits speared her pussy. And then it was my turn to squat on the seat beside him and take his fingers deep. To add to our pleasure, he sucked one of Beth's nipples and then turned his dark head to capture one of mine in his hot mouth.
Beth and I leaned toward one another, kissing deeply again. We moaned into each other's mouths as our passion increased. I curled my fingers around his stiff prong and stroked it slowly. Soon, Beth's hand joined mine .and together we coaxed several gushers of pre-cum from his rod. And then we took turns licking it off.
Cole watched us closely as he pumped his fingers in and out of our overflowing holes. The wet sounds filled the room and mingled with our grunts. The smell of sex overcame all of my senses and I longed to feel his cock squirting in my mouth.
Finally, Cole's thumb hit my clit. I grunted and my body began to shake out of control. Beth was right behind me, climaxing all over his skillful fingers. Through a lusty haze, I watched her juices run down his fingers and pour into his palm.
When we caught our breath, Beth came up with a suggestion. "Take turns fucking us," she whispered.
Neither of us knew exactly what she meant until she moved to her knees on the floor. "Rachel, kneel down here, too."
I did as she instructed, wondering where she was going with this idea.
"Now, Cole, you can fuck me for a while and then fuck Rachel."
It seemed like as good an idea as any at the moment and Cole moved into place behind her. From her quick intake of breath, I knew when he was inside of her. And in just a matter of moments, he was fucking her steadily.
Instead of simply kneeling there, though, I reached underneath and played with her clit. Every once in a while, I would let my fingers trail over his wet cock before it disappeared inside of her again. That brought a low groan from him. And then I brought my other hand into play, cupping his swinging balls.
"Jesus!" he hissed as he drove his meat into her forcefully.
Just when I thought Rachel was about to climax, she gasped, "Now, fuck Rachel."
Cole withdrew from her slowly and I moved to my knees. His hot, wet cock slid into me easily and he fell into a steady stroking rhythm right away, as he had done with Beth. She, too, turned to me, fondling my breasts and teasing my clit.
My climax built, subsided and built again because of the different angles of stimulation. Cole's cock filling my pussy brought one kind of pleasure, but Beth's hands distracted and thrilled me at the same time. Soon, I was as close to cumming as she had been earlier.
"It's Beth's turn," I moaned, slumping to the floor.
Cole's beautiful body was covered with a fine sheen of sweat as he eased his sex-slick prick into Beth again. She sighed and pushed back against him, taking everything he had and reaching for more. This time, I slid underneath her and licked her clit to match his steady thrusts. Again, my tongue strayed every now and again to his wet cock before it was pushed back inside of her.
And this time, Beth's climax took over long before she could warn us. Her young body convulsed and the clit in my mouth swelled to gigantic proportions. I was close enough to hear her pussy sucking on Cole's prick and to see her clear stream of juices dribble onto the floor between her legs.
When Cole turned his attention to me, I was barely able to move. I simply rolled onto my back and spread my legs wide for him. He drove the full length of his prick into me in one smooth stroke and started fucking right away.
Despite her recent orgasm, Beth licked her way down from my nipples to my clit. Her hot tongue swiped across it again and again as she tried to match Cole's thrusts. His groans grew louder and louder as he pounded my pussy to a squishy pulp. Then, just when I thought he was ready to shoot, he pulled out of me.
"Get her off with your mouth," he ordered.
Beth did exactly what he told her to do. She slid her tongue into my freshly fucked pussy and brought me off in just a matter of seconds.
Even as I bucked wildly through my orgasm, I was aware of Cole kneeling beside us, pumping his cock with both hands. He grunted and fucked his fists hard and fast.
"He's going to cum on us," Beth moaned. Then she turned her back to him, thrusting her ass into the air and holding her cheeks apart. "Shoot it on my asshole."
I lay there watching as Cole aimed his swollen cockhead right at her puckered anus. As he continued pumping, I pushed two fingers of one hand into Beth's splayed pussy. My other hand kneaded his balls.
In the next few moments, Cole roared. His thick, white spunk jetted from the end of his cock and landed squarely on Beth's, butthole. That set her off and the more he sprayed, the harder she came. When he was finished, he smeared the last remaining droplets onto my stomach. Whimpering softly, Beth rolled onto her side and massaged his healthy load into her skin.
After resting a few minutes, Beth headed for the bathroom to clean up.
"You have until tomorrow night at eight o'clock to make a decision," Cole told me when she left the room. He was already dressed and ready to head back to the club. "If you don't give me what I want, I'll start telling everyone about you and Travis."
"My choices are to either buy you out or give you my half of the club?" I asked, just to clarify things.
"Correct. Eight o'clock," he said and left the house.
Beth and I did not return to the club until later in the afternoon. She had some skills she wanted to hone, and she never questioned the fact that we didn't have a real meeting.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
By noon the next day, I had exhausted any and all avenues of getting more money. My savings account was tapped out. I had already taken a second mortgage on the house. It seemed I had no choice, but to give it up.
And I wanted Travis to hear the story from me.
I called him into my office and closed the door. "I'm afraid I have some bad news," I began as I perched on the corner of the desk in front of him.
He sat forward, concern clouding his dark eyes. "If it's bad news for you, it affects both of us," he said, touching my hand. "We're in this together, forever," he assured me.
"Someone has discovered that you're my son. They also know about our unorthodox relationship," I told him.
He shrugged his broad shoulders. "And he's blackmailing you," he finished. I nodded. "Cole?" he asked. Again, I nodded. "What does he want?"
"He wants me to either buy him out or give him my half of the business. I don't have the kind of money it would take to get rid of him, so I guess I'll have to give him the club," I explained, very near tears.
"You don't have to do either," Travis said. He was kissing my fingers now, running his tongue intimately in between.
"Yes, I do. He'll tell everyone about us and then we'll lose the business anyway. People just don't understand...."
"You should have told me sooner," Travis said, gazing up at me with those soulful brown eyes. "You should have trusted me."
"I know," I said with a little shrug.
Travis resumed licking my hand. "Can he prove it?"
I bowed my head, ashamed that I had been the one to put the proof right into his hands. "Yes. He has a videotape of us together at the house."
"Fucking?"
I nodded.
"I'm a porn star," Travis joked.
"Son, this is no joking matter. If he shows that to anyone...."
"He won't," Travis assured me.
"How can you be so sure of that?" I asked, growing frustrated with his nonchalant attitude.
"I have a plan. Tonight when you meet with him, I'll be there."
After he explained it to me, I almost cried with relief. It was the perfect solution, a win-win situation. Everyone would get what they wanted!
That night at eight, I entered the weight room alone. Cole was working out, the bulging muscles of his biceps and upper shoulders gleaming with sweat.
"Right on time," he said, when he saw me.
"I want to get this over with," I said.
"No need to hurry," Cole said as he put the weights on the floor at his feet and turned to face me. "I think I'm entitled to one last fuck before we make the final deal."
As always, the fact that he was in control thrilled me.
"Take off your clothes," he said. His cock was already rock-hard, straining the front of his gym shorts.
I did as I was told, trembling and almost ashamed of my pointed nipples and pouting pussy.
"Man, I'm going to miss fucking you," he breathed, rubbing his erection slowly. "Are you wet?"
I nodded.
"Show me."
Squatting slightly, I spread my lips, showing him the glistening pinkness inside.
"Rub that clit," he commanded.
I rubbed my clit with a wet finger and gasped.
Travis, who had been waiting just outside the door all along, chose that moment to step inside. "Mind if I join you?"
I pretended to be surprised, but Cole just grinned. "The more the merrier, I always say."
Travis came up behind me, pressing his hard-on against my backside. He covered my breasts with both hands and then slid them downward, dry humping my ass. I moaned and closed my eyes as my son's hands caressed me.
"Think she can handle both of us at the same time?" This was Cole.
"Who knows," Travis answered as he licked the back of my neck. "We'll find out."
While Travis continued to fondle me, Cole removed his clothes.
"She needs to get me ready," he said, stepping toward me.
I sank to my knees, sniffed up and down the length of his cock and then began licking him. The wetter he became, the louder he moaned and soon, he was thrusting upward, trying to force himself into my mouth. I let him slide between my lips, but only after feeling my son's naked body behind me again. And then I squeezed him with my mouth, swirling my tongue around his rod lazily.
Travis wedged his cock into my crack and moved it up and down slowly. "Do you want her mouth or her pussy?" he asked.
"It doesn't matter to me," Cole answered, his voice strained and husky. His cock throbbed against my tongue and I was rewarded with a gusher of pre-cum.
I was glad they were making all the decisions. All I wanted was their cocks. I didn't care who or where or how, as long as it was soon. I wiggled back against my son's prick and swallowed Cole deeper.
"I think she's ready," Cole said.
"Almost," Travis breathed.
He maneuvered me to the carpeted floor and knelt between my legs. Using his tongue as only my son can, he turned me into a helpless mass of quivering female flesh in just a matter of minutes. I hung onto his head with both hands and rode that talented tongue to a quick, hard orgasm that only left me wanting more.
"I think I'll take that pussy now," Cole said as he lay down beside me on the floor.
Whimpering, I eagerly squatted over Cole's thick rod. He held it steady by the base, but it was my son's loving fingers that parted my swollen lips and primed me. He stroked my back and ass as I slowly lowered myself onto Cole.
"Damn, that pussy is tight and hot," Cole groaned. Thrusting upward, he buried himself to the hilt.
I was just wired enough to be ready for that, and began sliding my pussy up and down his pole right away. Travis watched us for a few moments, his eyes devouring me just as my cunt devoured Cole's prick. His hand was moving slowly up and down his own prick and the knob glistened with excitement. As badly as I wanted to swallow his cum, there was something else I needed to try.
"I want you in my ass," I moaned.
"Your ass?" he questioned.
I nodded. "Fuck your mother's ass."
Travis didn't have to be told twice. I slid all the way down on Cole's prick and leaned forward, thrusting my nipples into his hairy chest. He held my cheeks apart with both hands while Travis knelt behind me.
The first thing I felt was a wet finger spearing my rectum. And then there was my son's hard, hot knob being pressed against the my puckered opening. I held my breath as he increased the pressure. Nothing happened. "Relax," Cole whispered. Travis pushed harder.
Suddenly, he was inside of me, his hot prick searing the depths of my bowels. Our ragged breathing filled the room as the three of us lay together on the floor.
Finally, I worked my body back and forth between the two men, slowly urging them to start moving with me. In a matter of moments, we fell into an awkward, but steady rhythm that left me breathless with pleasure. When Cole's prick was stuffed deep in my pussy, only the tip of my son's penetrated my asshole. And when I lifted myself off of Cole, that sent Travis deep into my rectum.
Cole was the first to cum. His throaty grunts reached my ears and then his cock exploded inside of me, filling my pussy to overflowing with his load.
While he shriveled and slipped out of me, Travis continued fucking my ass with sure, steady strokes. He reached underneath me, rubbing my clit while he reamed my asshole. And when neither of us could stand it a second longer, we climaxed together. I gyrated wildly against his spurting cock, my asshole milking him dry. And my son bucked against me wildly, giving me more hot spunk than ever before.
It was a while before either of us caught our breath. Cole was already dressed and ready to leave the room. Travis and I dressed quickly, sneaking loving touches and glances at each other as we did so.
"Let's cut to the chase," Cole began. "Since Travis has joined us, he might as well be here when we finish our transaction. Did you bring your checkbook or our partnership agreement?"
"Neither," Travis answered for me.
"Does he know the consequences of this decision?" Cole asked of me.
"Yes."
"She doesn't need her checkbook, because I have my own. And the partnership agreement will be destroyed in the morning," Travis told him.
"So, sonny boy has come to the rescue," Cole laughed. "Well, I don't care as long as I get my money."
"What money?" Travis wanted to know. "The only thing you have contributed to this business is work. I'm buying out your half of the business, paying you only what I think you're worth and then I don't want to ever hear from you again." He sounded and looked exactly like his father at that moment.
When Cole looked at the check, he laughed. "You're joking." And then he turned to me. "This is a joke, right?"
I shook my head.
"Tomorrow morning, I'm going to start showing that tape to everyone, starting right here at the club," he threatened as he crumpled the check and tossed it to the floor.
"I don't think so," I said, pulling the videotape from my purse.
Cole reached for it, but I backed out of his way. "You bastard," he hissed at Travis, hands balled into angry fists. "How did you get your hands on this?"
"The little lady down the hall knew exactly where it was and she had all the copies, too. She was willing to give them to me in exchange for some real TLC."
Travis picked up the crumpled check and pressed it into Cole's hand. "You'd better take this and run, buddy. This is a family business and it's going to stay that way."
