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 Title: The Perfect Orgasm


Summary: Miranda finds the perfect Orgasm. 


Keywords:inc,fic,erotic,hot





   "The perfect orgasm" I said.

   I thought my sister Kelly was going to spit her drink out on the booth
table.  She sat and stared at me for a moment.

   "You're serious" she seemed awed.

   "Very serious" I took a sip of my drink.

   I had given the answer in response to Kelly's question of what I wanted
for my forty-fifth birthday.

   I'm sorry; I should have filled in the background for you.  My name is
Miranda Cart; I live in Miami and I sell real estate.  Things really aren't
that bad in life right now, they just are...I don't know...normal.

   It was a struggle in the beginning.  I was pregnant at eighteen, a mom
at nineteen, and married at twenty.  Yeah; that's the right order. 
Probably because of that order; you can add divorced at twenty-two.

   My daughter Ashley was born form that marriage.  She now lives in
Jacksonville with her husband.  I hope to be a doting grandmother someday.

   Selling real estate in Miami I had two advantages.  One was a pair of
36C's on a five foot five slender frame; my weight is my own business.  The
other was a set of legs Marilyn Monroe would die for.

   I admit I struggled as a junior member of the firm the first few years;
then I finally sold the big one.  I know 250k in Miami isn't much; but when
someone hands you a commission check for over ten thousand, and you've been
surviving on fifteen to twenty a year; it meant a LOT.

   I took that check and slapped it in my bank, and then promptly went out
and got drunk.  Give me a break, I was twenty-six and giddy with success. I
was also pregnant the next month; which explains the nineteen year old
living in my house.

   Eric is not a bad kid; he finished high school with decent grades, and
decided to take a year off to figure where his life is going.  I can't
blame him there.  I know he'll be heading off to college soon; and I have
to admit it gives me a bit of the empty nest syndrome.

   And that brings me back to where we were.  Sitting in a bar on a Friday
night; a week before my birthday, with my sister; explain that one.  She
had asked me what I wanted for my birthday, so I told her.

   I looked over my glass at her, she watched me closely.  I could see the
questions rolling around inside her head.

   "Mind explaining that" Kelly asked.

   I sighed, how to put this into words.  Life really wasn't bad...there
was just something...missing.

   "I like sex, I really do" I started with the obvious.  "But just once,
it would be nice to not have to give directions; to not have to tell him
where to touch or what to do." I sighed.

   "Honey, good luck" Kelly snorted.  "I've been married five years and Ben
still needs a bit of help." She looked up.  "But the sex is still good, so
it's OK."

   "I don't want just good" I whispered.  "I want perfect."

   "OK" Kelly took a big swallow.  "Describe this perfect O sis", she
stared at me.

   I took a deep breath, trying to find both the courage, and the words.

   "I don't want it to be wham bam" I said.  "I want it to build...and
build...and build..." I stared off.  "I want it to hang there, right out of
reach; until I beg for it." I shivered.

   "Jesus Christ" Kelly whispered at me.  "You've got it bad sis." She told
me.

   "Yeah, I know" I couldn't help but sigh.

   "The problem is; there isn't a man alive who knows my mind and my body
that well." I stood and gathered my purse.

   Kelly just sat for a moment staring at her purse.

   "What?" I looked at her.

   "Uh, nothing" she shook her head.  "Just thinking" she added.

   We gathered our things and headed for the parking lot.  Another Friday
night alone, I decided.  Maybe if Eric is on his play station I might get a
little 'me' time in.  When we reached our cars, I turned to Kelly.

   "Well, it's a nice dream" I laughed.

   "You never know" Kelly had a strange look on her face.  "He might be out
there...somewhere."

   Before I could ask, she slid into her car; so we just called it a night.

   As I expected, when I got home, I could hear Eric's game going to town
through his half open door.  We always made a point of telling the other
goodnight when we returned, so neither would worry.

   "I'm back" I called into his room from the door.

   Eric swiveled in his chair and waved at me, then swiveled back.  It was
only for a second; but a VERY long second as I watched his bare broad chest
come into view and then disappear.  I felt a flip in the pit of my stomach.

   You need to get laid old lady, I told myself; heading off to my room.

   The next day Eric was out of the house by noon, so I figured time for
home chores.  I threw on a pair of sweats and attacked the laundry first.

   Less than two miles from home, Eric Cart slid onto the bench of a picnic
table in the school park.  He watched some of the women playing with their
children.  While most guys his age were after the cheerleaders, Eric freely
admitted there was nothing better to him than the mature form.

   The problem was, even then he was critical.  One woman had a nice set of
breasts, but Eric frowned at the large ass that hung out behind.  Another
had a great set of legs, until you got above the knees and they just seemed
to balloon out to him.

   "Hey" a woman's voice brought his attention back.

   "Hey yourself" he watched her slide onto the bench across from him.

   "Thanks for coming" the woman told Eric.

   "Not a problem; so what's all the secrecy?" he asked.

   "This conversation never occurred" Eric was caught by surprise.  "If you
say anything about it, I will cut off your nuts and feed them to you."

   "Jesus Aunt Kelly" Eric exploded.

   "This is going to be the strangest conversation you've ever had" Kelly
leaned forward and looked at her nephew.  "And I want straight and honest
answers." She told him.

   "Oooo Kkkk" Eric was now totally confused.  Then, he got blown out of
the water by his Aunt.

   "I take it you're not a virgin." Kelly said calmly.

   "Holy Shit" Eric exclaimed.

   "Just answer the damn question." Kelly stared at him.

   "No, I'm not...why?" he stared back.

   "When is the last time you got laid?" Kelly shot back.

   Eric wanted to get up and leave, his Aunt Kelly had been right; this was
by far the most bizarre conversation he had ever had.  Yet, she had asked
him here, and wanted straight answers.

   "A couple of weeks ago" Eric sighed.

   "And is that acceptable?" the next question came.

   ""Oh hell no" Eric nearly exploded.

   Kelly sat and stared at her nephew.  Now came the hard part, she hoped
he could handle this.  His reactions now meant where she would go from here
on.

   "Describe your mother's breasts" she said softly to her nephew.

   Eric shifted uncomfortably in his seat staring at his hands on the
table. He wasn't sure how honest he should be.

   "Uhhh...I've never..." he started with.

   "Bullshit" his Aunt Kelly cut him off.

   "Every teenage boy out there has the hots for his mom at some time." She
looked sourly at Eric.  "Let's be real, your mom is fucking hot.  You tell
me you haven't ever peeked at her and I'll call you a liar." She demanded.

   Eric sighed, OK he was in this.  He closed his eyes and conjured up an
image; in fact it was barely over a week old.  He had snuck in on his
mother taking a shower and she had been standing at the bathroom sink
brushing her hair.  At one point, as her arms shifted, that fluffy white
towel dropped to the bathroom floor.  Eric remembered he had damn near cum
in his jeans on the spot.

   "Their full" he said softly.  "Not too big, just full.  They have a soft
curve to them, so you know if she laid on her stomach they would push out
at the sides." He shuddered.

   Kelly sat and stared, watching Eric; damn, this just might work she
thought.

   "Her nipples are like small pencil erasers" Eric softly continued. 
"Surrounded by dark areoles and when the cool air hits them they dimple."
Kelly saw him shudder again.

   "Stand up" his Aunt Kelly interrupted him.

   "Uhhhh" Eric flushed red.  "I...uhhh...I mean..." He stammered.

   "You have a hard on, I get it" Kelly said.  "Now stand up." She watched
him.

   Slowly, Eric rose from the bench, and when his waist cleared the table
edge, his Aunt Kelly gave a low whistle.

   "Oh yeah, that will work just fine" she whispered.

   It was during the Tuesday sales meeting at the agency that Miranda heard
the soft ping of her cellphone.  Glancing at it she saw a text from Kelly.

   "Five thirty...Brit's Spa...my treat...Happy Bday" what the hell, I
thought.

   I tossed the phone to the side, there wasn't much I could do right now.
I would just call Kelly later and cancel.  God I hated when she did this to
me.  The hell of it was, later became almost four thirty.  By now it's too
late to cancel and not lose her money.  With a sigh I headed over to this
Brit's Spa.

   If the girl at the reception got any more chipper I was going to scream.
And when they only handed me a large fluffy robe in the change room I was a
bit worried.  Thank God it was a young woman in the massage room.

   I stretched out on the table and she placed a small towel over the rise
of my ass.  I have to admit, over the next fifteen minutes it felt pretty
damn good.  This girl knew what she was doing.  By the time she laid out a
line of warm rocks along my spine, I was drifting in and out of a relaxed
sleep.

   I murmured some kind of agreement about leaving them for a bit, and just
relaxed as the heat seeped into me.  It seemed like only a few moments
later and I could feel the stones being lifted.  The next thing I felt were
broad strong hands kneading the muscles in my shoulders.

   Broad strong hands; what the hell?  I opened my mouth to say something;
but the only thing I got out was a low groan as he hit the muscles in the
back of my neck and down to my shoulders.  Oh my God, he put the first girl
to shame.

   Since I was on my stomach, covered, I just went with the flow; which
felt pretty damn good.  He worked down my back, and I couldn't help the
small grunts and moans as he really worked my body over.

   I felt his oil slick hands slide up my back, and those fingers spread
wide.  When he swept down I felt just the tips graze the sides of my
breasts.  My body shuddered at the contact, and by the time I registered
what had happened; he did it again.

   Only this time he had a slight pressure that gently kneaded the soft
tissue of my breasts.

   "Ohhh" God I couldn't help it.

   I wanted it a third time, but instead he shifted down and started
working on my ankles and lower legs.  Once again I drifted in and out as he
worked.  It was when I felt those fingers glide up along the inside of my
thighs, and the shudder that rolled through me; that I came more awake.

   God when did I spread my thighs for him?  It was as if my body was
responding on its own.  I gave a low guttural moan as those magic fingers
worked up my inner thighs.  They got so close; God so very close, but
didn't touch.  I wanted to scream in frustration.

   Jesus Christ he had to smell my heat, I could feel my juices leaking out
to soak the sheet under me.  The next time his hands came up my thighs, I
just slightly opened my legs; would he take the invitation.

   Instead I felt those hands wrap around the bare cheek of my ass, molding
the soft globe.  Bare ass; when did the towel disappear?  I thought about
stopping this now; you would have thought my lips were sealed tight; but
they weren't.

   That was clearly evident by my low moan as he switched from one cheek to
the other.  God, I could actually feel a gush of fluids as he manipulated
my entire body.  I was in a half haze when I felt the gentle tug on my
shoulder; he wanted me to turn over.

   This has gone far enough, I thought; this needs to stop.  Then, I was
lying on my back and he had draped a small warm towel over my face.  I am
not ashamed of my body, even at forty-five; like I said before it sells
property who am I to complain.  I knew I was lying there, fully exposed to
this strange man; and for some reason it gave me a thrill.

   The fact he had the towel over my face, hid him from me.  I figured this
was standard fare so the client could feel anonymous, so I didn't object.

   I almost jumped when those powerful fingers began a gentle massage along
my hips, and over my belly.  He worked over my skin until I trembled; and I
wanted to reach down and grab his wrists and mash his hands over my tits.

   Suddenly those hands disappeared from my flexing belly, and reappeared
on my thighs.  They were kneading and rolling my tight thighs; God he was
good.

   For those ladies out there, we all know that heels may look great, but
they are a bitch on the legs after eight hours.  Well, those eight hours
were gone in moments as he relaxed my thighs completely.

   I felt his hands drifting higher and higher on my thighs; God he was so
close.  I was dripping wet and I knew it; every time his fingers brushed
along the sides of my mound my hips arched up to meet him.

   Once again I wanted to scream as those hands vanished.  This time they
reappeared on my shoulders, kneading lower and lower.  When the fingers
grazed across the top of my breasts, my back arched.

   "Oh God" I couldn't stop the whisper as his fingers lightly massage the
flesh of both breasts.

   He lifted and then stroked both sides; first one at a time; and then
together.  God it was fantastic; and frustrating.  His fingers drew slow
circles around my aching nipples without touching; even though I thrust my
breasts up at him.

   "Please" I gasped quietly.

   "Hmmmm" his baritone voice rumbled in my ear.

   "Touch them...please" dear God I was begging; then my mind almost
blanked.

   "Nnnnnggggggg" I moaned as those hands wrapped around my breasts,
cupping one in each hand.

   I've had my breasts played with before; this was not playing; this was
worshipping.  His hands cupped and squeezed; rubbed and massaged.  When his
large palm slid over a nipple I almost screamed as fluids gushed out
between my thighs.

   I was panting and moaning as I felt one hand leave one of my breasts.  I
shook like a leaf as I felt it slowly slide down my belly.  Oh fuck yes, I
wanted to holler; but still he teased, he built.

   Those fingers grazed over the rise of my mound, then pressed in; the
pressure rocketing through my womb underneath.  God he knew all the spots
to hit; and I felt like I was melting.

   I opened my mouth to tell him to go lower; but the words never came out
as I felt his fingers slide between my open thighs.  How the hell does he
know?  I wanted to scream my joy, but instead groaned as those fingers
grazed over my swollen lips.

   "Goddddddddd" I shuddered as he continued to tease.

   I felt his other hand shift, rolling my aching nipple between his thumb
and finger, sending a shock through my upper body.  It was timed just as a
thick finger slipped between my folds.

   "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh" God I could hear my satisfaction in my own cry.

   "God yes...oh God..." I moaned as he manipulated both ends of my body.

   I could hear the wet sloshing as first one, and then two fingers slid in
an out; I was a fucking swamp within twenty minutes of this mans' hands
being on me.

   "Don't stop...oh fuck..." I grunted as I felt that knot in my belly.

   What did he do, he STOPPED.  OH...MY...GOD.

   I felt those fingers slide out, using the oil and my own juices they
began to rub and tease at the hard bud of my clit.  I felt the hood sliding
back as my body went insane.

   "Oh Christ...oh fuck..." I groaned.

   By changing tactics; he didn't bring me back down; he left me hanging
right there.  I could see the cliff of my orgasm, but I was still steps
away.  How the hell was he doing this?

   "I want you..." I panted through the small towel.

   "Not today" his baritone voice filled my ear.

   Not today?  Then what...and suddenly those two thick fingers drove back
inside me.

   "Fuuuckkkkkkkk" I groaned as my ass rose off the massage table.

   He began to pump those fingers in and out; not fast, but slow and deep.
Jesus Christ I was coming unglued by now; that slow deliberate pace had
covered the feet between where I was, and where the edge of the cliff was;
but I couldn't seem to fall off.

   My whole body shook and trembled, I felt my toes curling as my hands
clawed at the table.

   "Please." I begged softly.  "Oh God please" I didn't even recognize the
whimper in my own voice.

   "Say it" his voice rolled through my body like a command.

   "I need to...I need to..." I babbled

   "Cum" he whispered to me.

   With that one word, he opened the floodgate.  I felt those fingers curl
inside me; and when they did the tips scraped across that hidden spot deep
along my walls.  My heels dug into the table as my ass shot straight up in
the air.

   I didn't fall off the orgasm cliff, I fucking took a giant leap; and I
went screaming.

   "AAAAGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" God was that me screaming?

   "Yes...yes...yes" I chanted as my belly exploded in white fire.

   When I am extremely excited I cum very hard; but frankly it had been a
lot of years since that had happened.  It happened there on that massage
table.  My juices all but sprayed out, coating his hand and arm; the cheeks
of my ass clenched and my eyes screwed shut.

   "Cuummminnnngggggg" I wailed in total abandon.

   Through it all those magical fingers kept moving.  So many men stop when
a woman starts her orgasm; for me that simply stops the sensations that
created the orgasm.  He seemed to know this, and as waves rolled through my
body; those fingers kept moving.

   "Fuck...fuck..." I moaned as a second gush of fluids poured out of me,
dripping to the table.

   Slowly he eased my jelly body back to the table, and I just lay there a
quivering mass trying to catch my breath.  It may not have quite been the
perfect orgasm, but it was a damn sight closer than anything I had
experienced in over a decade.

   By the time I caught my breath, and my body would respond to my
commands; I reached up and pulled the small towel from my face.  I wanted
to thank this wonderful man for the best orgasm I had experienced in a long
time.

   Instead, I looked around an empty massage room.  God damn, he had left.
On wobbly legs I headed back to the change room.  I thought of asking who
he was at the desk, then realized that would be a bad professional move.  I
needed to talk to Kelly; she had set this up, maybe she knew who he was.

   The next day I got ahold of Kelly, but she claimed ignorance.  I sighed
and told her to bad, he was fantastic.  I was depressed about not being
able to see him again; but my mood improved when I booked a showing for the
next evening for the house on Corral Drive.

   We had been trying to sell the place for months.  The listing was for
almost one and a half million.  Being a senior agent, that meant six
percent.  Do the math; that meant a healthy commission of ninety thousand;
that would make a dead man smile.

   It was later that I got a call from Kelly, just before I headed home. 
Apparently she had contacted the spa and arranged another massage for me;
with Mr.  Wonderful.

   "Thanks sis" I all but gushed on the phone.

   "No problem" Kelly said.  "So I set it for six tomorrow."

   Shit, I thought; my heart sinking.  I can't, I have the showing.  No
offense; it's a hard choice; the fingering of your life; or ninety
thousand. I picked the money.

   "I can't" I sighed into the phone.

   "You have a showing" Kelly said quietly.

   "Yeah, and I can't miss it." I sighed.

   "I'll try and set it another day" Kelly said.

   It seemed strange at the time, but I honestly didn't make the
connection. Kelly knew about the showing; but she was willing to help
reschedule; and my happiness over that made all my concerns minor.

   The next day; I pulled into the driveway of the house on Corral drive a
bit before six.  It was getting dark, so I went inside to set the house up
for showing.  Entering the large marble foyer I flipped on the light.  My
heels clicked down the hall to the kitchen, where I turned on the light and
set my purse on the counter.

   I spent a few minutes smoothing my skirt, and making sure the buttons
were straight on my blouse.  This was a couple, so I kept all of them
buttoned.  I admit, if it had been a male, I might have popped one or two;
it never hurts the sale.

   Glancing at my watch, it read just a bit after six.  They should be here
any moment.  I headed back to the foyer to meet them at the door.  That was
odd, I thought.  I swore I turned on the foyer light.

   My heels clicked in the near darkness as I walked to the door; just as I
reached for the light switch; two powerful arms wrapped around me from
behind.  I opened my mouth to scream, when one hand gently closed over it.

   "Shhhhhh" a soft baritone voice whispered behind me.

   "You?" I was in shock.

   "Mmmmmhmmmm" I felt his hands slide up my body, rising from my waist
until they cupped my full breasts through my blouse and bra.

   "Oh God" I moaned; as memories of the massage room flooded through my
brain.

   "You can't...we can't..." I stuttered as he gently kneaded my flesh.  "I
have a show" I gasped.

   "Then show me" his voice filled my ear.

   I squealed as he bent down and scooped me into his arms.  Dear God what
was happening?  Like a small child he cradled me as he ascended the stairs
from the foyer.  The house was dark and I couldn't get a clear look at his
face, but I could feel the ripple of muscles through his shirt as I clung
to him.

   "Wait, they're coming" I tried to say; as he eased me onto a mattress in
a dark room.

   "They're not...you are." His voice was strong and confident.  It seemed
vaguely familiar, but as I suddenly realized what he meant, that thought
died in my mind.

   "You...you're the showing" I gasped.

   "Mmmmhmmmm" he murmured; even as he slowly eased my on my back on the
bed.

   Oh my God, he had set this up; to be with me.  I shuddered at the
thought.  He was kneeling at my side on the bed, I could feel the fabric of
my blouse ruffle in the dark, and then the cool air washed over my exposed
chest.  My God he had just released the buttons in a matter of moments, I
was stunned.

   Soft lips began to caress the side of my neck, and I couldn't suppress
the moan as he lightly nipped just below my ear.  I shuddered as he
triggered another of my erogenous zones.  I couldn't even find the words,
but I didn't need to; even in the dark his hands instantly found the front
snap on my bra, and popped it free with strong confidence.

   "Oh my Goddddd" I moaned as his lips slid down my collar bone, and then
enveloped one aching nipple.

   Part of my brain wanted to know how he had set this up; but the part of
me that was sliding into the abyss of pleasure was stripping all those
thoughts away.  Just like on the massage table with his hands, his lips all
but worshipped first one breast and then the other.  He left a warm moist
trail of his saliva on my tingling skin as his lips traveled back and
forth.

   As the cool air of the room washed over my sex, I opened my thighs,
inviting him in.  Even in my half hazed state I was shocked to realize that
somehow he had bunched my skirt around my waist, and my panties now dangled
from one ankle.  He was so smooth and gentle I was exposed in a matter of
minutes.

   "Nnnggggggg" I moaned as his fingers slid over my swollen lips.

   God I felt like a swamp between my thighs.  He's going to do it again, I
thought; and arched my hips up to meet those wonderful fingers.  But he had
other ideas, as I felt his lips slowly travel down my flexing belly.

   Most men simply shift around and drive their head between your thighs;
but this was heaven.  He stayed in the same position, simply adjusting for
where his head was.  He also slowed and his tongue teased at my naval.

   "Oh fuck" I grunted as my body spasmed.  "What are you..." I couldn't
speak coherent as those lips began to slide lower.

   "Oh God...oh God..." my moaning was out of control as his hot breath
blew over my soaked lips.

   Jesus, he hadn't even moved, he was bent over my body, loving every damn
inch; and I was a quivering mass of jelly.  He was going to...and then his
tongue slid between my lips.

   "Yessssssssssssssssss" I wailed as my body arched off the bed.

   One hand shot down and across his back, knotting my fingers in his
shirt; I could feel his muscles tense under the thin cloth.  My other hand
curled in his hair as I hunched up, grinding against his face.

   Dimly I felt him finally shift, sliding off the bed and between my
lewdly spread thighs.  By now a river was flowing out of me; and I could
hear him swallowing my hot juices.

   He reached up to my thighs, spreading them wide; and then he attacked.
His tongue drug across my lips, then probed deep inside scooping out my
thick cream.  Then he would stiffen it and use the tip to lash at my
throbbing clit.

   Every time he changed I would climb and then hang...climb and then hang.
I stared into the darkness watching sparkles of light dance in front of my
eyes as my hips bounced violently on the bed.

   I couldn't even tell you how long he feasted on me; I was lost to time.
I whimpered, growled, screamed; and not a coherent word came out of my
mouth.  I squirmed on the bed as he drove my body totally insane.

   Then...I saw it; for the first time.  One of the sparkles started to
expand; growing brighter.  I saw it pulse to match the walls of my cunt,
and grow to match the knot in my belly.  Oh fuck, here it comes; was all I
could think.

   "Fuck...Oh God...so close...going to..." I babbled.  Then, he attacked
again.

   His mouth opened and literally sucked my pulsing clit deep inside, and
he shifted his head, tugging on it.  My ass bounced and my cheeks
tightened; I started to growl.  Then, God help me, he hummed.

   "Mmmmmmmmmmm" I faintly heard; but did I ever FEEL it.

   That vibration shot from my captured clit to the pit of my belly; when
it hit my womb; the light slammed into my brain.

   "Guuuhhhh...guhhhhh..." I could only gurgle as my body shredded.

   My ass rose straight up, and a hot fountain of cunt cream sprayed out to
wash his face.  Oh my God, I was squirting.  My body flopped and spasmed as
waves rolled through me; not normal waves, these were like a tsunami had
rolled over me.

   "Cumminngggg...oh fucking Goddddd" I moaned.

   A river continued to flood out of me.  It had to be running off his face
and chin to soak the bed under me, I didn't give a shit.  I felt the puddle
as my ass collapsed onto the bed; huge gasps as I tried to catch my breath.

   I felt his face slowly pull away from between my thighs; but I couldn't
stop him.  My entire body was spent as I lay thee limp.  He could have
taken total advantage of me right then and I would have fucking loved it;
but with a restraint I couldn't even imagine; he rose to his feet and
turned towards the door.

   "No...please..." I couldn't believe myself, I was begging for him.

   "Not yet" his almost hypnotic baritone voice came across the dark room.

   Then, his shadow was gone.  I didn't know whether to scream or cry.  My
body ached to be made love too; no I wanted HIM to make love to me.  I knew
it could be no one else but him.

   Like the massage room, it took a few moments to regain control of my
body; and this time I almost fell over as I tried to replace my sodden
panties.  God what was he doing to me?  More importantly, I thought; who
was he?

   As I gathered my things and headed to my car, my mind was in a total
turmoil.  I had never wanted a man more than I wanted HIM.  As I sat in my
car, I pulled out my cellphone; maybe Kelly could set up another meeting.

   Before I touched the keypad, I froze.  Set up...wait.  Kelly had set up
the massage I remembered.  Then, our conversation about my not being able
to go to Brit's Spa tonight; she acted as if she had already known about
the showing.

   My eyes grew wide sitting in the driveway.  Viciously I punched in the
numbers on the keypad.

   "Hello" I heard my sisters' voice.

   "All right, who the hell is he?" I barked into the phone.  "And don't
give me any I don't know bullshit, you set this up." I hissed.

   "Miranda" Kelly's voice was hesitant.

   "Look sis" I sighed.  "I just want...no I NEED to see him.  Please
Kelly" I almost whispered.

   There was a few seconds of silence and then my sister spoke.

   "Not now, and not on the phone" she told me.  "Lunch, tomorrow at
Gabri's Grill." She said.

   Like I had a choice, so I agreed.  Tomorrow was my birthday and I had
taken the day off.  Eric and I planned a quiet dinner out to celebrate, but
I did have the day free.

   The next day, Friday, I woke facing my forty-fifth birthday.  Ever the
gentleman, my son wished me a happy birthday as he left the house.  On the
one hand age gave me a bit of depression; but on the other hand, I had
never felt so alive sexually as I had in the last week.

   By noon, I was already sitting at Gabri's waiting.  I waved when I saw
Kelly come in the door, and waited until she slid into her seat across from
me.  I couldn't contain myself any longer, and launched.

   "You know who he is, don't you?" I stared at Kelly.

   "Yes" her voice seemed subdued.

   Before I could ask more, or demand a name; Kelly held up her hand.  We
went through the motions of ordering, and I watched the waiter walk away.

   "All right, out with it." I turned back to my sister.

   "Jesus Miranda" Kelly seemed genuinely shocked.  "Was it that good?" she
asked.

   "No" I choked back.  "It was better." I shuddered.

   "My God Kelly, I thought the massage parlor was a new height" I
continued when Kelly sat quiet.  "Last night, he...oh God" I moaned.

   "Oh my God" Kelly whispered.  "Did you have sex?" her eyes watched me.

   "No...he said not yet." I admitted.  "I'm telling you, if I knew who he
was, I would strip naked and walk into his house and offer myself." I
sighed.

   "You're in love with him" it wasn't a question, Kelly was making a
statement.

   "I...I don't know" I slumped in my seat.  "Is it just physical, or more.
" I stared at my sister.  "For the first time, there is some kind of
connection." I shuddered.  "I don't know how or why, but when we are
together it's like we become part of each other." I said.

   "I'll bet." Kelly whispered.

   "Please" I leaned forward and gripped her hands.  "Please" I begged
softly.

   Kelly watched me for a moment, and then with a sigh turned and picked up
her purse.  She pulled what looked like a small fob out and held it in her
hand.

   "Before we go any further" she looked up at me.  "I want to say
something" she took a deep breath.

   "Does it really matter what his name is?" Kelly asked me.  "It could be
Paul, or Rick, or anything; it's just a name."

   I thought for a moment, remembering that connection in the dark; that
total and utter oneness that had brought the tidal waves of pleasure.  No,
it really didn't matter I decided.

   "No, it doesn't" I said.  "There is some kind of connection sis;
something I have to know; if it's more than just physical...for both of
us."

   Kelly nodded slowly, then slid the small fob across the table.  As it
got closer I could see a small electronic key hanging on one end.

   "I can't tell you who he is" she said slowly.  "But I can tell you where
he is" she cut me off as I opened my mouth to protest.

   "He's at the Sheraton Plaza...waiting for you." Kelly's voice was
hushed.

   I reached out and took the key, holding it in my hand.  I could see
years of ache and loneliness evaporate with that key; hands and lips that
brought joy and pleasure.  Gripping the key in my hand, I picked up my
purse and slid from the booth.

   "Aren't you going to eat?" Kelly asked waving at our food.

   I glanced down at the food now growing cold, it didn't matter anymore. I
smiled at my sister; gripping my hand around my new treasure.

   "Oh I'm going to eat" I said in a husky voice.  "I'm going to gobble
that man up." I grinned.

   Kelly reached out and touched my arm, but this time her face was
smiling.

   "Just remember...his name doesn't matter; what does is what you two
feel." Her smile got wider.  " Happy Birthday sis" she added.

   As I walked out of the grill and to my car, I thought only that this was
going to be one of the best birthdays of my life; oh and that damn I was
going to be sore in the morning.  I wasn't sure how long I would be at the
hotel, so I sent a quick text to Eric telling him I might be late for our
dinner.  I slipped my cellphone back into my purse without even checking if
he responded.

   By the time I stood outside the door to the room, I was as nervous as a
sixteen year old going to prom.  I had checked my skirt and blouse,
straightened my hair.  God I was primping like a star struck teenager.

   Using the key, I quietly unlocked the door and slipped inside.  I was
immediately plunged into total darkness.  My eyes blinked as I tried to
adjust from the hallway lights.  The curtains were pulled and there wasn't
even a night light on.  I reached out for the light switch.

   "Wait" came out that comforting baritone; just as my fingers touched the
wall plate.

   Had it been any other man, I would have popped the switch regardless;
but for him, I hesitated.  I felt strong fingers lace into mine, and then
he slowly drew me across the dark room.  Turning me, I felt the backs of my
legs against the edge of the bed.  Slowly he eased me back to sit facing
his shadow.

   "This time; it's your turn" he said in a quiet voice.

   I was confused at first.  What did he mean by my turn?  Then my eyes
grew wide in the dark.  He was offering himself to me; after the two times
where he had done the exploring, the touching; and all the teasing.  This
time he was giving control over to me.  I shuddered at the level of trust
this simple act took.

   I reached out tentatively, and then my fingers brushed a strong muscular
thigh.  I groaned softly as I realized he was nude standing before me.  My
hands slowly caressed his thighs, working upward.  I bypassed his groin,
sliding up his waist and across a washboard abdomen.  Fuck was he fit, I
almost screamed.

   My hands slid higher, across the defined pectorals, and then grazed
across two very hard nipples.  I heard a soft moan and felt his body twitch
under my touch.  I gently teased those hard nubs with my fingers, wishing I
were tall enough to pull them into my hot mouth.

   Sliding one hand back down, my fingers grazed through his wiry pubic
hair.  When I found the base, I tried to wrap my hand around the thick
stalk; and I do mean tried.  God he was so thick my fingers didn't even
meet.

   "Oh God" I heard him moan above me, as I slowly slid my hand his full
length.

   In the dark, I tried to measure as my hand slide along the pulsing
veins, until my fingers swirled around the tip.  God damn, he had to be at
least eight inches or more, I guessed.

   Not only was this man a patient, loving, and fantastic lover; he was
packing a cock that would drive me to heaven and back.  It was like a dream
come true all in one package.  I couldn't restrain myself.

   I leaned forward, opening my mouth.  I guided him in as that engorged
head slipped past my lips.

   "Oh fuck" I heard a groan of sheer pleasure above me.

   I like to think I am pretty good at giving blowjobs; I've never heard a
complaint.  I've always been eager to please, and the level of control it
lets me feel is awesome.

   This time it was different.  His scent filled my nostrils, sending a
shiver down my spine.  I could feel his veins pulse against my lips as they
slid up and down.  While drops of pre cum coated my tongue as it swirled
over the tip.

   It was like his body was an extension of me; I could feel his thighs
quiver as he climbed in pleasure.  I felt his ass cheeks clench as he held
back that final release.  Wet slurping filled the room as I devoured him. I
sucked, then licked, then sucked again.  I cupped his heavy balls kneading
them gently; and then I sucked those twin globes into my mouth.

   Through it all of it, he gurgled and mewled with raw pleasure; but he
also held back.  Most men would have blown their load within five minutes;
but with the restraint of a titan he held back.  I wanted his cum, badly;
and I wanted it down my throat.

   And that is odd, because I have never been much at swallowing for a
blowjob.  But him; God I couldn't wait to drink him down.  I kneaded his
balls, and sucked gently on the tip, feeling him quiver; he was getting
close.

   Then; I groaned as he pulled my head back and began to ease me back onto
the bed.  My breasts jutted up as I lay on my back.  Oh My God, I suddenly
realized I was totally nude.  He had done it again.  While I was focused on
pleasing him; somehow he had removed every stitch of clothing I had.  I
knew I had to have shifted to help, but I honestly don't remember a damn
thing.

   I opened my arms to him welcoming him into my embrace.  I knew what he
wanted, I could feel it in my core.  That first load, was not for my mouth;
it was for US.  I reached down between our bodies, my slender hand gripping
that thick rod.  I felt the head nudge against my soaked lips.

   "I only wish" I whispered, holding him there.  "I could see your eyes."
I said softly.

   I felt him shift above me; he was reaching to the side of the bed.  With
a click, the bedside lamp came on.  The sudden brightness making me blink
and squeeze my eyes.  As my vision slowly cleared, I looked up into the
eyes of this wonderful man.

   "Eric" I gasped; and then his hips shifted and I felt heaven between my
thighs as he slid in.

   Oh God, he didn't ram in; he didn't shove; he just glided in.  Inch by
inch he went in; smooth and deep.  I felt my walls evenly stretching to
meet him as he filled me.  The excitement that had built over the last five
days; hit home deep in my belly.

   "Oh Godddddd" I moaned under my son as my body convulsed.

   My hands shot up, my nails digging into his strong biceps, even as he
just continued to slide deeper.  I could feel my hot juices gush out to
coat his cock and balls.

   "Cum on me mom" Eric whispered above me.

   It was that same wonderful baritone voice; and it drove my mind insane.
How do you reconcile the words mom and cum in the same sentence?  I
couldn't, but I could reconcile the sheer pleasure as he began to move.  He
wasn't hurried; there wasn't slam bam thank you.  They were slow, measured,
deep strokes; and I felt a second wave roll outward from between my thighs.

   "Oh Jesus" I gasped as a second gush of warm fluids flooded the bed.

   Twice, we had been making love less than five minutes and he had made me
cum twice.  I could feel his cock throb along my walls, God only knew how
he was holding back.  I stared up into those eyes and damn near lost
myself.

   "Why?" I gasped as he drove deep.

   "Because I love you" he couldn't have made a more perfect response.

   "How...long" I moaned between strokes.

   "Forever" Eric whispered and leaned his head down.

   His lips brushed mine and I could feel it, the intensity wasn't just me.
Love melded into that kiss beyond what I had ever dreamed.  When he raised
his head, there was a fire in his eyes, burning bright.  What was he up
too?

   "Oh fuckkkk" I hissed out in one breath, as he drove deeper into me.

   He was up on his arms now, towering over me; his hips powering in and
out.  That delicious cock was scraping along my swollen lips, and I could
feel every vein pulse.

   "Oh God...fuck me...fuck me Eric...don't ever stop...oh shit...oh my
fucking God..." I babbled.

   My legs came up and wrapped around his waist, my heels drumming on his
ass as he owned my body.  There wasn't an ounce of aggression is his
movements, just sheer power and raw lust.

   I could hear wet sucking sounds when he pulled back, my dripping pussy
trying to hold him in.  Followed by that wet squelch when he slid back in,
driving my hot fluids out to drip down the crack of my ass.

   I felt that knot start low and deep in my belly, I knew he was going to
bring me to a third orgasm, and I waited for it.  Just as it started to
rear up, he shifted.  His hips moved almost side to side, scraping my
walls; creating an entirely new sensation tearing through my body.

   "Ohhhhhhhhhh" I moaned as ripples spread through my thighs.

   What had been building, suddenly dropped down a notch; then started
rising again with the new sensations.

   Suddenly Eric shifted again, this time pulling his body even higher. 
The first stroke out I felt his thick shaft literally drag the length of my
sensitive clit.

   "Fuuuckkkkkkkkk" I grabbed at his shoulders, my nails digging into his
skin.

   "Oh my God...Oh My God" I could hear myself moaning over and over as a
whole new set of sensations tore through me.

   "What...are you...doing...to me" I grunted up at him.

   Eric lowered his head until his forehead barely touched mine, his eye
boring into mine.

   "I'm fucking my mother" his voice was deep and steady.

   "Unnnghhhhhhhhhhh" I groaned at the obscenity of his words.

   "And she's so fucking tight on my cock" his hot breath washed over my
face.

   "Errriccccccccc" I almost screamed as her brought me higher.

   I could smell our sex hanging in the air; the wet sounds of skin
slapping on skin.  God I wanted to cum; so much my belly ached.  I could
feel myself climbing, higher and higher.  It was staring me in the face.

   Then, I squealed as Eric suddenly tipped to his side, pulling me with
him.  In one fluid motion he rolled us.  Suddenly I found myself sitting
astride him, his thick cock buried to the root up inside me.

   "Fuck me" his sweet baritone commanded me.  And I did just that.

   I dug my nails into his chest, as I slid my legs along his sides. 
Rising up, I drove my body back down onto his; feeling that huge cock drive
so deep inside me I screamed.

   "Yeessssssssssssssssss" I wailed.  "Fucking my son...so good...so good."
I was beyond control.

   I rode up and down, harder and harder.  I set the tempo, I set the
depth; this one was one hundred percent mine.  And with it; came that light
I had seen lying on my back as he feasted on me.

   "Eric...Eric...Eric..." I chanted as I fucked up and down.

   I looked down at him with a glow in my eyes; as I raced towards that
cliff.  I had never wanted to cum so badly in my life; and I drove myself
to it.  Sweat dripped between my breasts as they bounced; my hair matted to
my forehead and I stared down at my son.  Cream dripped out of me, matting
into his pubic hair.  I could feel the walls of my pussy stretch every time
I drove down onto him; God he was big and I loved it; I had never felt so
full before.

   The entire world outside that hotel room was forgotten as I ravished
him. I used his body for my pleasure, as he lay under me.  His hands were
roaming my skin, cupping my breasts and kneading my hips.  He never made a
move to change the pace; that was for me and I knew it.

   I began to pick up the pace, slamming myself down harder.  I heard a
soft grunt from his lips as I ground my clit into his pelvis.  I looked
down into his eyes, and made a mistake.

   "I'm going to cum" I half growled.  "I'm going to cum all over my sons
cock." I told him.

   The most wicked smile curled on his lips; his hand resting on my hips.
What was he thinking?  I squealed again as he quickly flipped our coupled
bodies back over; until I landed on my back with a soft grunt.

   "No...no...so closeeeee" I groaned in agony.

   "Not yet" his baritone voice captivated me.

   I had one leg stretched out on the bed, half tilted on my side as he
lifted my other leg to lay it on his shoulder.  Like the handles of a
scissor I was spread wide open for him.  He reared up on his knees, and
sawed that huge cock in and out of my obscenely spread wide pussy.

   I was totally open, totally under his control as my body shook and
trembled.  It was a strange sensation to lie there totally exposed to this
man.  And yet not feel dominated.  I reached up and rested one hand on his
broad chest.

   "Fuck me Eric" I whispered hoarsely as I gave myself to him.

   And God did he ever.  That knot hung in my belly as his hips took over.
That thick pole scraped along my walls and lips as he slid in and out.  I
gurgled as his shaft dragged along my clit at this angle.  It was totally
new, and all-encompassing as he pounded down into me.

   Now his hips lunged harder...deeper.  I could feel the tip of his cock
putting pressure deep, almost to my cervix.  I could feel my hips rising
from the bed meeting his thrusts, and yet it felt like I wasn't controlling
them.

   Looking up at my son, I saw his face for a brief moment.  The sweat on
his forehead, the almost grimace on his face as he struggled to hold back.
Then all of that washed out as that white light flooded my eyes.  Oh God, I
thought...here it comes; and there wasn't a damn thing I could do to stop
it.

   "I'm going...to...oh fuckkkk...Ericccc...oh MY GODDDDDDDDDDDD" I
babbled; ending in a piercing wail as that light slammed into me.

   I felt my toes curl as he held my ankle.  I felt his body pressed to
mine; and then...I felt him.  Without missing a single stroke, that cock
pulsed then jerked inside my belly.  Just as every synapse in my brain
short circuited; I realized he was cumming; and he was cumming at the exact
same moment I was.

   Just as my body erupted, I felt that incredible heat filling my belly.
Then; my gut literally wrenched as my cunt spasmed.

   "NNNNAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

   God they must have heard me three doors down the hotel hallway; and I
didn't care.  Nirvana rolled over my body as I flopped on the bed under my
son.  I was beyond coherent speech as I gurgled and whimpered through wave
after wave.  My hands clawed weakly at the sheets as fluids erupted to
spray his belly.

   I knew I was squirting again, shocked this man could do this to me so
easily.  I dimly saw his eyes rolling back, as he grunted my name.  I could
feel pulse after pulse matching me for each wave.  God, he must have
unloaded a gallon of hot cum deep inside me.

   I realized then what made the perfect orgasm; it wasn't just my own
pleasure, my own intensity.  It was that suffusion of warmth spreading
across my body; knowing WE were together.

   This man above me; my darling son.; one body, one mind; and God help me
one orgasm.  I felt his body ease down on top of me, his heaving chest
pressing against my breasts.  He didn't drop down like most men, he just
gently lowered himself into my arms.

   "I love you" his soft voice filled my ear.

   "I love you" I gently kissed his cheek.  "And...I'm IN love with you." I
admitted to myself.

   Eric shifted to raise his head, his lips sliding across mine.  Even in
the passion of our kiss; I shuddered.  Dear God he was buried inside me,
and still hard.  I could feel our mixed cream oozing out around his shaft.
I knew he had just emptied all his thick virile seed into my belly; it was
not something I had thought of at the moment; and quite frankly it was
something WE would discuss, in the morning.

   "Ohhhhhhh" I moaned, as his hips gyrated in a small circle.

   Yes, tomorrow.  Right now we had unfinished business to take care of. 
Like the second hot load hiding in his heavy balls.



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