t's been a long day and an even longer week. She is very much looking forward to relaxing this evening, maybe having a glass of wine and just maybe she will finally get some sex tonight from her husband.
As the evening progresses her husband comes home late from his job, tired and beat. He still finds time to be affectionate to her, but when things lead to the bedroom, unfortunately, he passes out. She's disappointed... again. She can't fault him for it, if she wasn't so damn horney, she would snuggle up to him and go to sleep as well. However, she's just not quite ready to go to sleep either.
Retying her silk robe, she decides to take her nearly full glass of wine, no sense in going to sleep and wasting it, and heads downstairs to see what's on tv. As an afterthought she glances in the mirror as she passes and makes sure everything is covered. Well, she wouldn't want the children to see anything.
She's not wearing a bra and her big, full breasts are mostly covered while still revealing a more than appropriate amount of cleavage. The silk robe is her favorite, it feels so soft on her naked skin, she absolutely loves it. Although, it's a tad short to be wearing around the house, because it just barely covers her butt. If she were to bend over at all it would easily expose her butt cheeks and the very skimpy panties she's wearing underneath. Well, no matter, she says to herself, there is an afghan on the couch, so if someone were to happen to wake up she will be covered. Not that she's expecting anyone to be awake, it is after 10pm.
As she descends the steps she realizes someone must have left the tv on, the volume is low but it's definitely on and there are no other lights on in the house. Walking into the living room she glances around the couch for the afghan and doesn't see it in its usual spot. Perplexed, she sets the wine glass down on the coffee table absently and climbs onto the couch on her knees. She leans over the back to reach down and see if it has fallen behind the couch onto the floor. It's so dark she can't see it and she fumbles around with her hands.
She jumps as she hears, "Are you looking for this, Dani?"
Spinning around and standing up she realizes her step-son, Alan is sitting on the recliner in the corner covered with the afghan she's been looking for. She didn't even notice him sitting there motionless in the dark. Trying to hide her embarrassment, she realizes her robe and previous position probably just gave him one hell of a view of her ass.
She instinctively tries to pull her robe down and readjust it as much as she can so that not as much of her chest is exposed to him. She knows he's a full grown man and has probably seen a lot more than what she's showing him, but she shouldn't be showing her step-son so much of her body.
"Oh, I'm so sorry Alan, I really didn't see you there in the dark... umm, you sure you don't want it?" she asks him, with as much calm as she can manage.
"No, it's alright, you're wearing a lot less than me, hehehe," he chuckles with his deep voice.
As he pulls it off and hands it to her, she can't help but notice his bare muscular chest and long toned arms. He is very much a strong, handsome and younger version of her husband. Her eyes devour his body and she feels a warmth spreading from her middle that she knows she shouldn't be feeling. But, he looks just like her husband, and she's proud that he has developed into such a handsome young man. He will have no problem getting a beautiful young wife, who he will have great sex with and she's sure he will pleasure her very deeply.
Why are you thinking that? She asks herself. My God, I am way too horney. Why did my husband have to fall asleep and put me in this awkward position?
She settles down onto the couch and covers herself completely from her toes all the way up to her neck. She tries to extinguish those strange thoughts by covering herself and establish a more proper modicum of decency. As she switches her focus to the tv and tries to ignore her inner hunger and emotions, she idly talks to him about what they're watching.
His responses are short, not dismissive, but he has always spoken no more than he needs to. He is, of course, always polite to her and respectful, but there is always something else in his eyes that she has never been able to quite put her finger on. Almost as if he sees her differently somehow than just his step-mother. Nothing negative she's sure, but something... appreciative?... when he looks at her.
While pondering this, she can't help but notice him shivering, which he tries to hide by moving around in the recliner a little bit. Without a thought, her mouth opens and she says, 'Alan, why don't you come sit over here next to me on the couch, we can share this old afghan, it's ok baby, come here."
Why did I just say that? She asks herself. But then defensively responds, I'm his step-mother. I'm concerned for his health. I'm sure I can keep him warm. She corrects herself, with the afghan, chastising herself.
Did I just call him baby? Oh no, maybe he didn't notice. It wasn't the connotation of a mother's affection for her son's usage of baby. It was the more sexual version of the word baby that she used. Then she notices he is wearing just his boxers as he sits down near the end of the couch and somewhat close to her.
She decides to sit next to him with her head on his shoulder. Just so I can wrap the afghan around both of us, she tells herself.
Tucking her feet under herself, very quickly she feels herself become warm, although she suspects the warmth is coming from inside her and not the afghan. For some reason she can't seem to get comfortable and finds herself having to adjust herself in small ways on the couch.
To hide her discomfort she leans over to grasp the wine glass and as she brings it up to her lips she notices he is looking right at her chest. The robe is hanging way too open and exposing almost all of her breast to him. As she smiles and giggles very slightly, she tugs on the robe to try and cover herself, but she's sitting on the robe and it doesn't really move over much. She glances back at him to smile, and he smiles back.
Well, she decides, it's not like he can see your nipple, just a whole lot of skin.
She takes another swallow of wine, a little bit more than a gulp really to try and settle herself. But that growing warmth is making itself very well known to her and a relaxed, carefree attitude is settling itself down on her in a very nice way. That warm and fuzzy feeling from the alcohol is also starting to kick in, which is very pleasing as well.
She reaches out to set the wine glass down on the table with her left hand and puts her right hand down to steady herself. She puts her hand down on his leg, and she can feel his muscles tighten and flex. She watches out of the corner of her eye and pleasingly notices that he is once again watching her chest to see if her robe falls open to reveal even more of her breasts, which of course it does.
As she leans back, she turns slightly toward him to give him a better view without being obvious about it and in doing so her right hand moves slightly. She feels something move under his boxers that just barely brushes her fingers. His eyes widen as she looks down and realizes exactly where her hand is and hastily yanks her hand back. She had no idea her fingers were practically in his crotch.
He quickly places his hands folded over his crotch like he's attempting to hide something and stares at the tv without even seeing it.
"Alan...I'm so sorry, it was an accident," she whispers, "It's ok, really, but...is your...are you... aroused?"
He just shakes his head no quickly and continues to stare at the tv blankly. This is the last thing she wanted to do to him. She hopes she hasn't embarrassed him with her clumsiness.
"Alan... look at me."
He slowly turns his head to look only into her eyes.
"It's ok," she says as she lays her fingers very softly on top of his hands. She moves her other hand to his upper arm and very soothingly tries to just rub it gently in a sympathetic manner.
Trying to think, but with the effects of the alcohol and her tiredness, not to mention her own heightened need for sex, thinking clearly seems to be a challenge.
Leaning forward and a little closer to him she whispers gently, "Do you trust me?"
Nodding his head slowly he whispers hesitantly, "... yes."
Clasping her fingers around a few of his fingers she tells him, "You don't have to hide anything from me... it's ok."
She slowly pulls his hand away and he moves his other hand away as well. Trying to stay as calm as possible she can see a general outline of his hard cock under his boxers and instantly realizes that she is aroused too. She feels that warm moisture beginning to accumulate inside her from the fact that he is aroused because of her.
Trying to keep her breathing steady she continues to whisper to him, "Please don't feel embarrassed, this isn't your fault, you haven't done anything wrong.. Ok?"
Still looking only in her eyes, he nods again, "Ok."
Reaching for the glass of wine again she is very conscious of the air tickling the skin of her nearly exposed breasts, as well as the soft, silk robe rubbing against her nipples, making them hard and standing out prominently through the robe. Leaning back a little to take another drink, she feels a little more brazen and tries to shrug her shoulders as she tilts the glass back to take a drink.
She feels the robe slip off her shoulder a little bit and off to the side of one of her breasts. She knows her nipple is exposed now, as she glances out the corner of her eye at Alan. He is looking right at her breast. She glances down at his boxers and feels herself admire the full shape of his cock hidden under there.
Licking her lips she looks down pretending not to realize what has happened, "Oh, sorry."
Her thoughts are becoming more and more irrational, but she tries to see the reason in the awkward situation. "There, see? You're not the only one accidentally being exposed. And it's ok. We are good."
She smiles at him hopefully, which he does return the smile to her, and then she says, "This robe just doesn't fit very well."
She flips it open a couple times before she half-heartedly tries to cover her breasts, in doing so she manages to give him an even better view before covering herself again. She giggles slightly, like it's just the silliest thing. She downs the rest of the wine and sets the glass back on the table.
"Oh my," she whispers, "this wine is really affecting me tonight.. I think I'm going to lay down for a minute, ok, Alan?"
She then lays down on the couch and puts her head in his lap before he can respond or do anything. Her face is so close to his hidden cock, she could easily roll her head forward and put it in her mouth... if she wanted to. Not that that is what she wants, she's just noticing how close she is.
Looking up in Alan's face she whispers, "Are you ok?"
"Yes," he responds.
She smiles up at him and winks. She reaches up and finds his left hand and guides it down to her waist and hip. "It's ok to touch me..umm.. I mean hold me."
What is going on with you? All these urges and desires. How did this happen?
Feeling his warm body, his big hand on her hip lightly caressing her through the robe, and his big cock just right there for the taking. She realizes she wants him. It's like a click inside her head, formalizing what has been teasing around in her thoughts.
I want Alan.
Building on her newfound resolve she takes his right hand in her fingers and pretends to play with it. But then she guides his hand to her face, feeling it on her cheek, brushing it against her lips. Then, she puts his hand on her neck and slowly slides it down her chest and then under her robe to feel the soft skin of her breast.
Hesitating to see if he resists, she looks up at him and smiles, "It's ok," she quietly mouths the words to him.
As his fingers start to explore her breast she pushes his hand slightly lower until his fingers discover her hard nipple. She closes her eyes and moans as pleasure blooms inside her.
This feels so good, she thinks.
Her desires are awakening and her need is growing stronger and faster. Releasing his hand now, she moves her hand to his leg, and slowly slides it up his thigh to his boxers and rubs her fingers over the entire length of his hard cock. She hears him inhale sharply, but he doesn't stop fondling her breast and nipple.
She grips his cock with her fingers through the fabric. My God, she thinks, he is huge!
Moving her fingers up and down his shaft she can hardly contain her excitement.
Fuck it, she says to herself, I have to see how big he is.
Lifting her head slightly, she moves her fingers up to his waistband and pushes his boxers down to reveal his big, hard cock.
Looking up at him she smiles again and whispers the words, "It's ok...it's just us. Nobody needs to know about this. This is something just for us, Alan... our little secret."
She can see his understanding as he nods down at her. His fingers haven't stopped and they feel so good on her breast. Turning her head back down to look at his cock she is stunned, it's so long and thick. He is so much bigger than his father.
She rubs the head of his cock lightly against her cheek. Bringing it down to her lips she tastes him with her tongue. Slipping the head in her mouth she sucks on it gently as she pulls it back out, to lick and kiss up and down his throbbing shaft. Taking him back into her mouth, she slides him in and out of her lips, hearing his low moans of pleasure in response to what she's doing.
Then, she feels his fingers pull the bottom of her robe up to her waist, exposing her hip to his fingers. The contact of his fingers on her flesh, squeezing her ass hungrily excites her even more. She attempts to take more of his cock in her mouth. Pushing the boxers lower and easing his cock down to the back of her throat. Moaning slightly as she slides his cock back and forth inside her mouth, she feels his hands grip her harder. Surprisingly his cock swells even bigger inside her mouth. Is he about to...
Groaning and lifting his hips, she immediately braces herself to take his cum. She doesn't even hesitate, she wants this. She seems to float sensually as his cum spurts down the back of her throat. Moving her mouth back and forth a little she continues to squeeze the cum out of his cock. She enjoys the full, thick taste of him as the last couple drops of his cum are squeezed out.
Very gently she releases his cock as his heaving chest slows down. She wants him more than ever now. She needs him. Her pussy is a quivering pool of erotic desire that must be satisfied. But he just came... if it were his father, she knows he'd be rolling over and going to sleep. As well as being flaccid already. But looking down in her hand she happily sees that Alan's cock is still hard and long. It has receded slightly, but she feels confident that once he's inside her pussy, he will be rock hard again.
Did I just say that? I'm going to put my step-son's young cock inside me?...yes...Yes, I am. I'm going to fuck him. As the words form in her mind, her decision is made.
Getting up off the couch, she begins removing his boxers, while doing so she says to him, "Alan, I need you to stay hard for me, I'm not done with you just yet. You can do that for me, can't you?" She almost whines the words seductively.
"Yes, Dani," he responds quietly as he watches her body.
She unties the sash of her robe and lets it fall to the floor. Then she slides her panties over her hips and lets them also fall to the floor.
Standing there completely naked she asks, "Do you like me, Alan?"
He nods.
"Do you like my body?"
"Yes," he says again.
Climbing onto his lap to straddle him, she reaches down to grab his big cock. His hands move to her hips and she gets a thrill as she feels the strength in his hands and arms. Moving the head of his cock back and forth slightly between her pussy lips, she attempts to lower herself down on his cock, and gasps at the explosion of pleasure.
Finally....finally she has his cock in her pussy.
Dear lord, it's just the head, but I've got to have him.. All of him.
Working her hips she feels his cock stretch her. It's as if every part of her pussy is being rubbed at the same time.
"Ohh Alan!" She gasps as she sinks down further.
Glancing down she whines because there is still so much more of him to take inside herself. She is begging her pussy to take all of him. She needs it. Her pussy was so wet, but she's struggling with every inch. Working it deeper... and deeper... so slowly.
Finally, she pushes down hard. Gasping in pain and pleasure, her chest is heaving. Taking a moment to let the pleasure recede and her senses to return, she just enjoys the feeling of his big cock actually filling her completely. Putting her hands on his shoulders, she begins to lift herself until his cock is almost out of her. She clamps down with her inner muscles and holds on desperately and then slams herself back down on his cock hard. Gasping as the pleasure rocks her body, she can feel the curve of his cock angling the head to slam right into her spot.
A roaring wave of pleasure crashes through her body like a peal of thunder. His answering groan fuels her fire. Again, she lifts herself up, feeling each agonizing inch of his amazing cock slowly pulling free of her wet pussy. Until just the tip is clinging inside her, she pauses, then suddenly slams herself down hard again.
She moans lustily as the pleasure quakes her body to the core. Feeling the erotic passion begin to consume her, her lust for release and fulfillment become the only thought fixated in her mind.
Moving up and down faster, her fingers claw into his skin, her breasts bounce and sway as she bounces and grinds up and down on his glorious cock.
A creak in the floor above her makes her instantly freeze. It's followed by yet another, then another. Someone is moving around upstairs.
Fear is apparent in Alan's eyes, "Is that dad?"
Putting a finger to his lips, she mouths the words to be quiet, to not move, it will be ok.
As she listens she hears his shuffling feet walk into the upstairs bathroom and the door close. She can hear him clearly as he relieves himself.
"Dani..it's dad... he is going to catch us..."
Shushing him again, she refuses to let this moment slip through her fingers. This is the most intense pleasure she has felt in her life and she will get what she wants.
As she hears the toilet flush and the bathroom door open, Alan panics, "He's coming.. We're going to get caught.. It's dad!"
Unsure what else to do to calm him, she grabs his face and kisses him. There is a brief moment of resistance from them both as she processes the idea of kissing her son on the lips. But his lips feel so good on hers. With her thumb on his chin, she eases his mouth open and slips her tongue inside his mouth. The tips of their tongues tease each other and then begin an intimate dance that flows from his mouth to hers and back to his again.
His body gradually relaxes as the sexual urgency of the kiss permeates from her body to his. She hears the footsteps move down the hall upstairs.
Seeing the question in Alan's eyes, she grinds her hips hard into his cock, "I don't care," she whispers defiantly.
The footsteps seem to go back to the bedroom where they stop. Apparently he went back to bed.
Leaning forward she kisses Alan hard on the mouth as she begins riding his cock, "I want you, Alan."
He moans against her lips.
"I need you, Alan."
His hands grab her hips tighter.
She emits her most sultry, whiney moan that she can muster, feeling like some naughty whore. She doesn't care, cause she is fucking her step-son, and it feels so damn good.
"I knew what I wanted as soon as I saw how hard you were for me."
She continues bouncing and grinding up and down, feeling that intense wave of pleasure building and building. She knows it's close, and she knows it will be a big one.
Everything about tonight has been played perfectly to lead up to this. The disappointment, the wine, her neediness, her step-son, his arousal for her, and almost getting caught. This is the most arousing night of passion she has ever felt and she is insatiable for more.
She declares what she has been thinking since the beginning, "I want to fuck my son."
Alan's eyes go wide as the words seem to come from someone else's mouth. Instead she looks in his eyes and raises her eyebrows as if to say, so what? I don't care. It's what I want.
"Did you want to fuck me, Alan?" pausing for only a second, the intensity of her pleasure is right there at the edge, it's so close. She can feel it right there in the back of her throat just a cum drop out of reach.
"I know you do...I know you do, Alan."
Closing her eyes and clamping down with her inner muscles she tenses as she knows her release is imminent.
"Yes... I have always wanted to fuck you, Danielle."
There it is... he said it.
Moaning hard into his mouth she cums.
She cums on his cock, his glorious, amazing cock.
She feels her juices pour out of her and down his shaft onto his balls. She can smell the sweetness of her cum as wave after wave wracks her body with pleasure. The intensity nearly overwhelms her. She loses focus as she cries out into his mouth, begging for it not to stop. Thank God he is holding her up cause she thinks she might just pass out.
Her body writhes and quivers as she slowly comes down from the precipice of pleasure. As she opens her eyes she sees concern in his eyes.
She smiles and giggles, "I'm ok baby, it's ok. That was the most intense orgasm I have ever had, my baby."
She caresses his chest with her fingers and kisses him so delicately. Letting her emotions settle back down to normalcy she realizes... I'm still kinda horney.
Giggling in her mind, my God girl, you still want him.
She feels him moving around. Sitting up, she asks, "What's wrong baby? Are you ok?"
But as she asks the question, she realizes something else. His cock is still buried inside her and for the love of God, he is still hard.
"I'm not done with you, Dani."
Nearly swallowing her tongue, she can hardly believe her ears. He wants to fuck her again. She feels giddy with excitement, but what is he doing?
He rolls her off of him onto the couch. She grabs the back of the couch and turns her head to look behind her to see what he is doing as he stands up. He positions himself behind her, guides his cock to her pussy and then grabs her hips.
"Alan... are you.....ooooooooooh." She moans lustily as he thrusts his cock back inside her pussy. She arches her back to receive his cock and allows him to plunge inside her as deep as possible. She feels naughty.
As his hands clamp down on her hips and he pulls her back into his forceful thrusts, she moans louder and louder. Her pleasure is rising again and she is drinking deep of his ever full cup. New thoughts enter her mind. Thoughts that she's never had or even felt inclined to have before. But she can't deny how she's feeling.
Without any consideration she speaks her thoughts, "Yes baby, oh yes, harder. Fuck me, Alan."
She begins to feel like some dirty slut, she is thrilled, and her pleasure is increasing to new levels.
"Yes, Dani, I want to fuck you so good."
His response excites her even further. Words seem to just start spilling out of her mouth.
"Spank me, Alan... I need it. I feel so naughty."
He stops for a moment, hesitating, and then timidly spanks her.
"Harder, Alan.. Do it again," she whines to him.
This time he spanks her hard. The sting is immediately followed by the pleasurable warmth causing her to bite her lip. Her moan is deep and throaty, and quite loud. She's almost scared that someone will hear her, but as he spanks her hard again, she moans even louder. She doesn't care if anyone hears her now.
"Fuck me, Alan," she begs desperately. As he starts thrusting hard inside her, new waves of pleasure fill her body.
"I'm going to fuck you so hard, Danielle," his deep, commanding voice declares.
His thrusts intensify, becoming faster. She feels her breasts swinging in response to his thrusts. An occasional slap to her ass brings a new wave of stinging pleasure. She's never had sex like this before. She feels a deeper bond forming with him as she senses that both of them are discovering new things together sexually.
"You want me to fuck you hard, Danielle?" he almost commands her.
"Yes, Alan... yes, Alan... yes, Alan," she begs over and over. "Oh God yes, fuck your mommy."
He suddenly starts pounding her ass so hard and fast, she feels like she is about to cum again.
"I'm going to cum, Alan, make me cum on your cock baby. I'm your dirty mommy. Give it to me, baby."
He howls as she feels his cock swell again right before his cum fires out of his cock like an explosive jet. Over and over again she feels his cum fill her up with each struggling thrust. She moans so loud as her own orgasm floods her system like a crashing wave. Her senses reel and she becomes slightly dizzy as the pleasure overwhelms her.
He pitches forward on top of her grabbing the couch to hold himself up as his body quivers alongside her own. Both of them are panting and sweating, but then they both go cold. Hurried footsteps are heard upstairs.
Oh no, she thinks.
Before she can move Alan grabs her and twists them both around to a lying position on the couch. He grabs the afghan and tosses it over both of them. Her husband comes running down the stairs, obviously half asleep. Covering herself completely with the afghan just as her husband storms into the living room.
"I heard screaming and yelling. What's wrong? Are you alright?" her husband asks worriedly.
"We are just watching a scary movie honey. Did we have it turned up too loud? I'm so sorry. Everything is ok, honey. Go back to bed." She hopes her voice sounds as calm as she thinks it is.
"Are you sure?" he asks as he rubs his eyes.
"It's just the movie. As soon as it's over I'll come up to bed sweetie."
She gives him her sweetest smile of innocence that she can manage. He turns around mumbling his consent, rubbing his face as he drags himself back up the stairs, probably falling asleep before his head even hits the pillow.
They both exhale loudly. She looks up at Alan and they both share a knowing giggle. Glancing over on the floor, she notices her robe, panties and Alan's boxers laying in a pile. Her heart suddenly stops as she realizes just how close they came to getting caught. But as she starts to move she realizes that Alan's cock is still buried in her pussy. It is the most amazing feeling of contentment she has ever known. She decides to stay right where she is. Looking up at Alan into his eyes, he leans down to kiss her softly. At that particular moment the movie ends and the screen goes black.There is a strange buzzing sound in her ears. She knows she is still asleep, but there is something tugging at her senses. Whatever it is, it annoys her. She was having a very erotic dream. It's not very often that she experiences anything this erotic, where her husband is concerned it might as well be never.
The buzzing noise continues to invade her dreams. It's not a consistent sound, it's more intermittent. For some reason she feels it's important. She slowly starts to wake up and look around.
That's odd, she thinks, why am I downstairs in the living room?
The tv is on but the volume is low, which means that it can't be causing the buzzing sound she heard. Then she hears it again, but it's not a buzzing sound this time, although it is still irritating.
"Honey? Are you still down there?" Her husband calls from upstairs.
An image of her riding her step-son's hard cock flashes through her mind. She lifts the afghan and sees her naked body underneath it.
That was no dream! She screams in her mind.
The previous evening's activities race through her mind almost faster than she can comprehend them. As she hears the thumping of her husband coming down the stairs she tries to force her half-asleep body to leap off the couch and grab her robe, but barely manages to crawl across the floor instead. Grabbing her robe and spinning it around her body as she stands up, she hears her husband walk up behind her.
"Why are you downstairs? Did you sleep downstairs?" She can hear the notes of confusion and worry in his voice.
Turning around to face him slowly she affects a half-asleep smile, which isn't far from the truth of how she feels, and says, "I must have dozed off on the couch with Alan. Sorry honey."
His look of perplexion slowly fades to calm with a slight hint of irritation and finally dismissal.
"Ok. I guess I am going to fix some breakfast. Do you want anything?" He inquires.
"No, I think I may take a shower to wake up, my brain feels all foggy." Her heart is racing because now she is afraid of her husband noticing the 'sex smell' which she can feel covering her entire body. All she can think about is getting it off so she is not discovered. But, she also needs to remove her panties and Alan's boxers, which she is standing on, without her husband seeing those too. How the hell did I wind up in this predicament? she wonders. Then she remembers the glass of wine she chugged. That's it, the damn wine, she drank it too fast and it messed with her head and made her do all those things last night that she wouldn't have done in her right mind. Deep down she hears how pathetic that really sounds and how flimsy of an excuse that really is, but at this point, it's all she's got to keep from going crazy at this moment.
Her husband walks away to the kitchen and she glances down to her still asleep step-son. She smirks as she feels a twinge of pride at having worn him out so thoroughly. She glances over her shoulder to make sure her husband isn't returning, then she reaches down to her feet, grabs her panties in one hand and his boxers in the other. Quickly she pushes his boxers under the afghan, then heads up the stairs to her bedroom and then to her shower before any more disasters can occur.
With the hot water running the steam fogs up the glass enclosure and the mirror. She lets the robe fall to the floor and steps into the shower. Immediately the water heats up her skin and wraps around her in a warm, wet embrace. She stands there letting the water run over the many curves of her naked body, feeling the rivulets snake back and forth, enjoying the soothing sensation. The tenseness of her shoulders fades as she relaxes.
The events of last night keep playing through her addled mind. She can't believe the things they did. Obviously, the wine was the major factor in affecting her decision-making skills. Consoling herself she hopes that Alan believes it was all just a dream as she first thought.
She begins soaping her body to clean her skin of any remnants of the prior evening's events. As she feels the foam creep over her curves and down between certain crevasses she suddenly remembers the feel of Alan's hands on her body. She unconsciously runs her fingers lightly over those same parts of her body that he touched to reenact the sensations that were accompanied with his touch.
Pleasure blossoms through her body like a flower opening up to the morning sun. A slight ache in her middle alarms her to what she is feeling and why. She chides herself at reinvigorating her desires for Alan, as well as proving the wine had little to do with what happened.
Rinsing off she finishes her shower and then shuts off the water. The steamy warmth keeps her from feeling any chill in the air as she dries off with a towel. She runs her fingers over her arms to feel the fresh softness of her clean skin, while looking down at her naked body. She sighs at all the little imperfections that seem to stand out to her view and remind her how old she is.
Opening the bathroom door to her bedroom, she glances to be sure her bedroom door to the hallway is closed before proceeding. She walks around to the walk-in closet, which is basically a small room but much bigger than a regular closet. It has a full-length set of mirrors so she can see her body from every angle.
Staring at her body she sees the slight wrinkling of skin around her knees and the way her muscles seem to hang just a tad more loosely than they used to. Her skin isn't flabby and saggy like some old woman's, but it isn't as tight and toned as it used to be a few years ago. Her arms show the same signs of aging. The skin isn't as smooth and supple as it used to be either.
Looking at her breasts, she knows they are still impressive in size, but they seem to droop a little more, as if they have begun to lose their perkiness and now sway ponderously as gravity pulls on them a little more every year. Her nipples still poke out straight forward, but they aren't upturned slightly as they should be, or used to be.
Turning around and twisting she looks at her ass. It has a nice roundness to it, but again to her eyes there is a slight lessening of its tightness. Maybe even the curvature is becoming more flat, she's not sure. She knows it isn't how it used to be, she used to brag about being able to bounce a quarter off of it.
Looking directly into her eyes she asks herself why she even thought Alan would be physically attracted to her. She summarizes all her body's imperfections as signs to confirm that she is getting old. Nobody wants an old woman, not even her husband it seems.
She puts on some clean underwear, baggy shorts and a short-sleeved top. Pulling her long hair back into a tail she uses a stretchy band to tie it off. Nodding and shrugging at her appearance she decides that today she will just be casual and comfy. No frills, no excitement, just plain old Danielle.
She walks back through her bedroom, opens the door to the hall and heads down the stairs following the smells of breakfast that her husband obviously has finished cooking. She glances from the stairs to the couch and feels a slight pang of worry as she notices Alan is no longer asleep there. How is he going to react to her after he remembers what she did to him, she worries.
Walking into the kitchen she sees both her husband and stepson eating their breakfast at the table. Neither glance up at her so she decides to say nothing and walks over to the stove to fix herself a plate of food as well. Sitting down at the table she begins picking at her food, furtively glancing at Alan, then her husband, wondering what they will say to her.
Her husband speaks up first, "I take it everyone slept well last night?"
She nearly chokes on her food, but Alan covers it for her, "Hard as a rock dad."
Glancing at Alan, did he have to use that word, then her husband, she tries to divert the conversation, "What are your plans today honey?"
"I may call Chuck and see if the guys are playing golf this morning. What about you?"
"Probably do some cleaning, laundry, and maybe relax this afternoon with a good book." She responds.
"What about you Alan?" her husband asks.
"I dunno, maybe go swim in the pool this morning."
She glances at Alan trying to see any hint as to how he is truly feeling after last night's escapade, but he steadfastly keeps his face down as he gobbles up his food intently. She continues eating her food in silence, wondering if he is ok. She is worried he may be too young to handle what they did. She is not even sure if she can mentally handle what they did. She simply just doesn't know where to go from here.
The rest of the meal is eaten in silence. Each finishes their food and wanders off to their own interests or tasks that they need to perform. She hears her husband talking on the phone to his friend Chuck and based on the conversation it sounds like her husband is going to go play golf. She is relieved. Hopefully it will give her time to process everything and move forward.
She wonders about Alan for the hundredth time and what he is feeling. She can't help but feel as if she took advantage of him somehow. But when he took her from behind he seemed so determined, uninhibited... so strong. He is strong, she remembers how good his hands felt on her body, his dominant desire for her. She suddenly realizes she is getting aroused again.
Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, she heads to the back of the house to the utility room to do some laundry. She quickly shoves a load into the washing machine and then pulls the load out from the dryer to start folding the clothes. She glances through the window into the pool area and sees Alan swimming in the pool.
His long, muscular arms arc above the water to pierce the surface while his legs kick forcefully propelling him forward. The water splashes from his strokes and occasionally the droplets from the spray glisten like hanging diamonds in the morning sunlight. She stands there transfixed watching him simply swim back and forth across the length of the pool.
Deep in her middle she feels her sensual need growing for him. She first attempts to deny it, then push it away, but the longer she watches him, the more intensely it grows. She wants him. But she shouldn't, what if he is confused, or hurting? She doesn't want to hurt him. She cares for him too much to do that. Maybe she should go talk to him. Feel him out. She decides to go speak with him.
Her feet lead her upstairs to her bedroom. She begins removing her clothing and looks through her drawers for an appropriate swimsuit. She will probably have to get in the pool to talk to him, right? So, she might as well put on a swimsuit. At least, that's what she tells herself as to why she is putting on a suit. It would be silly to stand on the edge of the pool to talk to him, right?
She grabs a towel and quickly runs back down the stairs to the back of the house. She slows to a casual pace, walks into the pool area and sees him squatted down in the shallow end apparently catching his breath. He sees her and stands up quickly, unsure why she is here.
As he stands the water cascades off his chest and arms in little rivulets accenting every curve of his muscles. She can't help but appreciate this young, firm stud of a man standing right in front of her. She wants him even more now.
When she walked up, she was holding the towel, draped over her shoulder and hanging down so that he couldn't see what kind of bathing suit she was wearing. After he stood up though, she pulled the towel off and tossed it onto the chair next to her. His eyes nearly bulge out of his head in shock.
She is wearing a yellow bikini and it is accentuating her body marvelously. The top is nothing more than a couple of triangles covering her areola and nipples with the strings straining to hold her huge breasts up. The roundness of her breasts are readily apparent as they are poking out from the bottom, sides and top. Even with minimal support her breasts are showing off an ample amount of cleavage without needing to be squeezed together.
Moving his eyes lower, her tummy looks immaculately smooth, toned and tanned. Her whole body is tanned and he isn't seeing any lines. Does she actually tan naked? He never knew that.
Speaking of lines, his gaze slides down below the line of her waist and is stunned to see an even smaller triangle of yellow fabric hiding her sanctuary with strings pulled up high over her hips. The top of the upside-down triangle is so low he would expect to see a little patch of pubic hair but is surprised to see none. She shaves too? Even with being in the cool water he feels his erection growing.
"Good morning, Dani," he says nearly in awe.
She glances down at his swim trunks and notices a bulge, but maybe it's just the water doing that. "Good morning, Alan."
He steps forward to the steps and she feels compelled to descend into the water. The water is surprisingly warm for being the first thing in the morning. She stops at the bottom step with her breasts at his eye level. His gaze is fixated on them.
"Enjoying your morning swim?" She asks.
Glancing up into her eyes, he musters a small response, "yes."
His obvious adoration of her body makes her feel giddy, playful and completely erases all other thoughts and concerns that she might have had up until a few moments ago.
"I think I would like to swim too," she says with a wink. She brushes by him letting her skin contact his body. It excites her, but she can't just jump his bones right here, right now. She wants to be a little playful.
As soon as she steps by him she leaps forward and swims across the length of the pool. The water feels refreshing, almost more so than the shower. She feels the water course over her body as she stretches out her muscles and swims to the far side.
He is spellbound by her sinuous beauty. Her breasts are absolutely amazing, he can't understand how he never noticed before last night. But now he is staring at her long legs and her nice round ass. In the dark last night he didn't really pay close attention to it, but now he is very appreciative of its look and hungers to grab it again and push himself against it.
She stops at the wall to take a breath. Turning around she sees him just standing there on the other side of the pool slack jawed and transfixed. She silently giggles to herself.
"I thought you wanted to swim silly," she calls at him.
Her words seem to break him from his spell. He shakes his head and dives forward into the water with a massive splash. His powerful, quick strides speed him across the pool quickly. His muscles bunch and stretch as he swims showing off his innate strength. She feels the swooning tightness in her middle as her excitement builds into enticement for him.
Just as he is about to touch the wall, she giggles and pushes off quickly to begin swimming back across the pool.
He pops his head up out of the water and looks for her expectantly, but discovers she has already left him. Looking around he sees her gliding through the water as she swims back across the pool. Diving and pushing off the wall his body spears through the water as he tries to catch her. His powerful strokes carry him through the water quickly helping him to eat up the distance to her.
Just as she reaches the shallow end he swims up alongside her. He immediately launches up out of the water and tries to grab her.
She was expecting him to do something like that, she stands up and leaps away spinning out of his grasp squealing in delight.
He strides forcefully forward through the water as she backs away slowly, still laughing holding her hands up.
As she bumps into the wall his hands reach around her waist and pull her into his hard body. She feels his chest rising and falling as he breathes hard from his exertions. Her hands lay flat on top of his pecs as she gazes guiltily into his eyes. He leans his head down just enough to kiss her lips and she swoons into his body in response.
He nudges her lips apart as his lips press into hers. She feels them open slowly like a rose opening its bloom, unfurling her petals to bask in his sun.
Her hand slides down his chest feeling the ridges and valleys of his muscled chest. Slipping down further to his waist and swim trunks, she squeezes her hand in between them to slide around and grab his raging hard cock. She lets out a small whimpering moan into his mouth as she remembers just how big his cock is in her hand.
His hands slide down below her waist to squeeze her butt cheeks. She can feel his need for her and it perfectly matches her own urges.
Breaking the kiss he gulps in some air and then gasps, "I want you, Dani."
The thrill of those words course through her vibrating body without restraint. "I want you too, Alan."
She lets her hand grip around his shaft and slowly strokes up and down through his trunks to accentuate her words.
His fingers walk around her hips, push her small triangular shaped bikini bottom to the side, and rub up and down between her velvety folds.
She gasps a moan of instant pleasure. She didn't even realize her pussy was wet from her own juices. She can feel his fingers gliding slickly back and forth. Desperate to hang on to conscious thought, her fingers grasp his shorts and shove them down to pull out his raging member.
Whispering demandingly, she commands him, "Take me now."
In response, his hands slide back up to her waist and he pulls her bodily to him.
She keeps her hand on his erection as she guides it to her wanting pussy. She feels the head touch her quivering lips and quickly rubs it up and down across her entrance. He pauses as she pushes the head inside her. Giving his shaft one more stroke before releasing it, she pushes herself forward to lock her pussy onto his cock.
Moaning loudly as she feels him stretch her quickly open, her hands grip his powerful arms. With his hands gripping her waist he begins slowly thrusting inside her. She bites her lower lip as she whines and moans in response to each of his thrusts.
The sounds she makes excite him further, it is as if each little moan is perfectly tuned to raise the hairs on the back of his neck. If he had hackles they would be standing on edge. It launches his body into overdrive as he more forcefully begins thrusting into her body. The water around them is splashing and undulating to their movements.
His gaze slides down her body and stops at her breasts. They are still covered, but her nipples are hard and prominent, poking out through the fabric. Her breasts begin bouncing to his thrusts and all he can think about is seeing them fully exposed.
Through squinted eyes and quick glances she can see where he is looking and she knows what the look on his face means. At this point all she wants is to please him in every way.
In between his hard thrusts and her low moans she asks, "Do you want to see them baby?"
She doesn't even wait for him to respond, already knowing the answer she quickly grabs the string holding the two patches covering the tips of her breasts and pulls it up releasing all of her bouncing breasts to his hungry gaze.
He growls as she exposes herself to him and begins thrusting harder. She cries out in delight and returns her hand to his arm to hold on. The water is thrashing around their hips now. She feels her senses reeling and she cries out in ecstasy.
She lets her head and body fall back into the water. He lifts her hips up and starts fucking her even harder. His body is vertical while hers is almost floating horizontal. Her legs have wrapped around his waist as she hangs on to his powerful body.
The water is being whipped into a froth, her moans are almost screams and his growling groans accent his staccato hip movements as he fucks her hard and fast.Curling her tongue around her lips she feels the naughtiness overwhelm her and she says, "Do you want to cum in me baby?"
She pauses then says, "I know you do. Come on. Cum in your mommy's pussy. Fill it up with your seed."
With each compelling command she gets louder and louder. His only response is to fuck her faster and harder, he is too far gone to even speak words.
"Make that dick cum. Give it to me. I want it." She demands in a low voice.
He growls. She somehow feels his cock swell with his hot seed as her pussy is gripping it so tightly
"I want that cum! Cum in me now!" She screams at him.
With a growling howl she feels his cum launch into her pussy. She screams in elation as her own orgasm burns through her body with a vengeance. He keeps thrusting and shooting his sticky juice deep inside her depthless inner pool.
She rides the waves of pleasure wantonly, she has no cares, she is lost in sheer bliss. It is overwhelming. She is not sure if she is even existing on some material plane or dimension, or if she has transcended to some higher ethereal dimension of eroticism. All she knows is that she has just had the greatest fuck of her life.
She may have even lost consciousness, she simply does not know. But now she feels herself descending back to reality. She also feels them sink down into the water as he carries her backwards across the shallow portion of the pool to the decline of the deep end. He stops as the water engulfs their bodies up to their necks and chins.
Her face is floating mere breaths away from his own. His arms are wrapped around her body that is still vibrating with quivering aftershocks from her intense orgasm. His body occasionally shakes from his orgasm and maybe even from his physical exertions.
Sucking in a deep breath, he lets it out slowly then says, "My God, Dani, you are amazing."
She can easily see his complete adoration and wonder in his eyes, since their faces are so close. She giggles quietly and says, "Thank you. You're not too bad yourself."
A sly smile spreads across his mouth as he chuckles at her.
Hugging her body close, she snuggles into his body and he says while looking determinedly into her eyes, "I love you, Dani."
The import of his words nearly knocks her down, but she doesn't want to even consider the full meaning of his words and the possible consequences they would entail at this moment. Instead, she feels the moment and responds in kind, "I love you too, Alan."
She nestles her head onto his shoulder and he does likewise.
Another voice interrupts their loving embrace, "Well, aren't you two nauseously affectionate this morning."
Her head whips up to see her husband standing at the edge of the pool wearing his golfing attire with a grouchy grimace set heavily upon his face.
Alan jumps as well and nearly spins them both around, which would expose the fact that her swimsuit is out of place on her body and further that she is wearing something that is nowhere near appropriate for her to be seen in by her stepson. At the last second she plants the heel of her foot into the ground to keep him from turning around and exposing her nudity. Instead, she clings tighter to his body and over exaggerates it into a ridiculous hug.
"Oh, you're just jealous." She mock giggles and then kisses Alan's cheek playfully.
Thankfully Alan stays quiet and seems to understand what she is trying to do.
Her husband rolls his eyes and growls in an exasperated way. "When you two are done you should get out of the pool. You will get all pruney if you stay in the water all morning." He turns and walks away.
As soon as he is out of view and earshot, she feels her heart start beating again.
Alan exclaims, "Jesus fucking christ! I thought we were done for."
"Yeah, I know. Alan, we have got to be better than this. We cannot allow ourselves to get caught. It would be horrible and I know your father, he would be vicious and drastic in his vengeance."
"Yeah, yeah, I get it. But I thought he was going to be gone all morning playing his stupid golf."
"I thought so too."
Both of them let their thoughts wander and process what just occurred. Then, she starts considering how she will get out of the pool without her husband seeing what she is wearing. She sighs in exasperation. How does she keep getting into these situations?
She starts moving her hands around to fix her bikini top but Alan stops her and says with a smile, "What are you doing?"
Smiling back incredulously she says, "What do you think? I'm fixing my suit. I don't think he needs to know that my breasts are exposed and pressed against your chest, do you?"
Chuckling he says, "I don't think it matters, especially when he sees what you are wearing. Not exactly appropriate swimwear to be wearing around your stepson."
"Point taken." She sighs. "So, what do you want to do then?"
Grinning mischievously he says, "Kiss your boobs."
Laughing, she says, "Oh, yeah, right."
He leans his face down as he sinks a little further into the water nearly placing his face to her breasts.
"Are you fucking serious right now?" She says with a hint of desperation in her voice.
"What? I didn't get to kiss them a while ago."
"Well, that's your fault. You missed out." She grumbles.
He lowers his lips to her nipple and licks it with his tongue then slowly kisses it with his lips.
"Stop that." She says half-heartedly.
"No." He sucks her nipple between his lips and twirls his tongue against it.
Leaning her head back slightly, she scans the windows to see if her husband is watching them from inside the house. She whispers, "Oh, that feels good."
His mouth releases her nipple and slides across to perform the same process on her other nipple. Her fingers claw into his back as pleasure electrifies through her body emanating from her nipples.
She can feel the soft texture of his tongue on the skin of her breast and it feels amazing. She wonders if this is what they mean when they call it tit-worship. He is certainly genuflecting at her twin altars.
As good as it feels she has to stop him. Her husband could walk out at any second or even look out a window and see them. Then there is the matter of her swimsuit she still needs to get changed out of.
"Alan."
He continues spreading pleasure through her pillowy breasts with his mouth.
She groans and then pushes him away hard as she steps backward.
Laughing he says, "Having a problem?"
"You are going to get us caught. Now get out of the pool and get me my towel so I can hide behind it without him seeing what I'm wearing."
He continues to stand there smiling at her and then says sarcastically, "Yes, Mistress."
She rolls her eyes at him and makes a shooing motion with her hand. He turns and heads to the shallower end of the pool and then up the steps as water cascades from his body. Walking over to the chair he grabs his towel first and quickly towels off haphazardly before grabbing her towel and stepping back over to the steps.
She walks over to the steps while keeping her body completely immersed under the water. She also keeps a wary eye on all the windows in the house.
Looking up at him she says, "Open up the towel wide and let it hang down to block the view from the house."
He does as she requests. Then she strides up the steps feeling the rivulets of water course fluidly over the contours of her body. Alan stares in awe at her amazing body glistening in the morning sun before she quickly clasps the towel and wraps it around her body to hide her bathing suit.
"Alright, now you should go to your room or something and just act... normal."
Snorting in derision he responds, "Normal? That's a joke." He laughs sardonically.
She walks past him without looking back to see if he is following and enters the house. Lost in her thoughts she walks upstairs and heads to her bedroom closing the door behind her. She idly wonders where her husband is as she enters her walk-in closet and drops her towel. She slips out of her bikini, tosses it in the hamper, grabs the towel and quickly dries off. She enjoys the softness of the towel on her skin and catches the slight fragrance of flowers from her laundry softener.
As she bends over to dry off her leg she hears a voice, "Never could get enough of looking at your ass."
She turns suddenly and sees her husband propped up against the door frame ogling her behind.
She drops the towel and faces him with a playful look on her face, "Well, you know, there is more to me than just my ass."
"Yeah, but it's your best feature." He turns and walks away, "It looked better when you were younger. I'm going down to the pool for a swim. Why don't you put your swimsuit back on and come join me. You could lie out next to the pool and try to get a tan, you're looking a bit pasty."
She growls a scream between her clenched lips and kicks the towel out the doorway. Taking a deep breath to calm herself she can't count the number of times he has made those kinds of comments. He thinks he is complimenting her, but then follows it with an insult that he thinks is a 'suggestion'.
It's just the way he is, she tells herself. All brains and no brights, with a dick that only rises as often as the new moon. She idly wonders when the next one will be.
Rebellious thoughts slide through her mind accompanied with a multitude of things she would like to tell him. She knows it wouldn't accomplish anything.
She looks at herself in the mirror, I'm not that fucking white. Although, she hasn't had that much time to lie out in the sun. Might as well, she tells herself, she can move the laundry over to the dryer and lie out while she is waiting on it. She quickly rummages through her swimsuits for the red bikini that is more appropriate for a swimsuit while still showing off a lot of skin. It's her normal suit that she wears when she wants to tan and she isn't alone. She prefers to tan naked, but won't be able to today apparently.
She slips on the bottoms and the matching top, adjusting her breasts to make sure they are placed correctly. Giving herself a cursory glance in the mirror, she rolls her eyes and grumbles as she grabs the towel on her way out of the bedroom. Pasty my ass.
After moving the load of laundry over she walks back out to the pool area and sees her husband standing in the shallow end. She walks over to a lounge chair and sits down on it.
"Damn water is still cold this morning. It's shrinking my stuff." Her husband says half-jokingly.
If it got any smaller it would be non-existent, she says to herself. "Just give it a few minutes to acclimate to the water, dear" She says sweetly.
"What do you think I'm doing?" He says a bit harshly.
Ignoring his last comment she adjusts the lounge chair to lie back and positions herself to get the full embrace of the morning sun. She closes her eyes and tries to relax while feeling the warmth of the sun on her body. She also hears her husband swimming in the pool off to her right.
After a short while she hears him emerge from the pool and the water splashing as he slogs up the steps. The sound of water dripping off of him gets closer until she realizes he must be standing next to her.
"That felt good. Gotta keep this body in tip-top shape."
Glancing over at him with one eye squinted open she replies, "Yes, dear."
Drying off with the towel he says, "How do you keep your hands off of this body?"
Turning her head back and closing her eye she replies, "It is a mystery."
"I think I'm going to get some sun on my body too."
She hears him adjusting the chair behind her as he settles down onto it.
Enjoying the peace and quiet once again, she supposes that she should turn over and get her backside. Sitting up she adjusts her chair to lie flat and glances over at her husband noticing he has his eyes closed but is facing the pool instead of the sun. Sighing she ignores him and lies face down on her chair. Adjusting herself minutely to get comfortable she decides to untie her top to avoid any tan lines on her back.
Reaching behind herself she tugs the string loose and lets it fall to her side. Shifting slightly she gets comfortable again.
After a few moments she decides to adjust her bottoms by pushing the top edge down below her waist and squeezing the fabric to be placed in between her butt cheeks to expose as much skin as possible.
After shifting her body slightly again and waiting for a few minutes she realizes she neglected to put any tanning lotion on herself. Sighing she wonders if she can get her husband to put some on her back.
She hears a small noise that she assumes is him moving around in his chair. Reaching down and over blindly, she grabs the suntan lotion and holds it up in his general direction.
"Would you mind putting some on my back?" She waits a few moments for a response and then adds, "Please?"
She feels him take the bottle from her hand gently. Then she shifts her body slightly as she awaits the cool touch of the lotion on her skin. She hears the bottle squeeze out some contents onto his fingers and his hands rub together before feeling them placed very lightly on her back. She cringes just slightly at the coolness of the touch of his fingers but very quickly he works the lotion into her skin and rubs it all over her back and shoulders.
His hands feel strong and almost soothing as they slide down the sides of her body, just barely grazing the sides of her breasts. Before she can make a comment his hands migrate down to her waist and gently knead her muscles there. It feels surprisingly good.
Feeling more relaxed she says, "You could go ahead and do the backs of my legs too, if you don't mind."
His hands pull away from her skin and she hears the bottle squirt out more lotion onto his fingers. He starts on one leg and massages the lotion into her skin all the way down to her calf. Getting more lotion he repeats the process on her other leg. She is feeling way too good to pursue the question that is buzzing in the back of her mind as to why he is being so nice all of a sudden.
He must have some lotion left over on his hands as she feels him place one hand on each of her upper legs. He slides his hands up to her ass cheeks, rubs and squeezes them gently. Well, she thinks, she did need some lotion there too.
Then his fingers slide to the inside of her thighs barely missing the spot where they join together. More alarms are starting to go off in her head. His fingers push back up and one finger lightly rubs the shape of her pussy through the fabric of her bottoms.
With her eyes closed she says in a subdued voice, "If you're going to do that, we should probably go inside so Alan doesn't see us, honey."
"I don't think he will mind," says Alan.
Gasping and flipping around she turns to see Alan smiling back at her proudly.
"What the hell are you thinking? Your father is right there." She exclaims quietly.
Alan nods at his father and says, "He's asleep."
She looks at her husband and focuses on his chest to see it rise and fall evenly as if he were asleep.
"Ok, so he's asleep, but we can't do anything with him right here."
Alan still has his hands on her legs and pushes one hand up to rub her pussy again. Danielle swoons and moans quietly, her body instantly responds to him faster than she thought possible, and realizes that she really does want him again.
Trying to compose herself as his fingers work magically around her clit and pussy she asks, "Are you really ready to go again?"
He reaches over with one hand to grab her arm near the wrist and guides her hand to his crotch. She closes her fingers around the bulge and instantly feels his thick, hard member standing at solid attention.
Almost cooing she says, "I guess you are."
His fingers keep rubbing between her soft lips through the fabric, causing her own arousal to grow very quickly. She gently strokes her fingers up and down his long shaft enjoying its rigidity and girth. She barely registers through all the pleasure she's feeling when his hand tugs the string loose on her hip causing the bottoms to fall away and give him complete access to her quivering pussy.
She glances at her husband's sleeping face, snorts in her mind, and then lies back to allow Alan to pleasure her once again. She doesn't even register that her breasts are now completely exposed to Alan's hungry gaze.
His fingers rub around the entrance to her pussy before sliding slightly inside to get coated with her thick, sticky juice. She bites her lower lip to keep from screaming out each time his fingers penetrate her. After a few cycles of this action his fingers push up to rub her clit gently.
He leans his face forward to start kissing her breasts. His lips drag wetly over her profound curve, starting at the top and descending down to the middle of her cleavage before dragging back up to kiss her hardened nipple.
Her sensitive nipples and her vibrating pussy is sending wave after wave of exotic pleasure throughout her body. She can't believe how hard her body is pushing her to feel this intense joy once again. She just had sex a couple of hours ago and here she is about to have another round of it. She can't remember the last time she had this much sex in one day.
Even worse, she can't believe they are doing this right in front of her sleeping husband. What if he wakes up? The thought is pushed forcibly out of her mind as Alan works his magic between her legs and across both of her heavy breasts.
His finger slips down into the depths of her pussy, teasing her as his mouth encircles her nipple and sucks on it. She almost feels like a yo-yo as the intensity of the pleasure decreases in one spot and increases in another spot.
Tugging on her nipple he lets it drag slowly between his lips before it breaks free of his grasp. Then his finger returns to rub her clit in little circles. The intense pleasure waves are increasing inside her and sultry moans are escaping between her clenched lips.
She starts emitting little whimpers of pleading joy. Her first orgasm for this round is fast approaching and she feels a twinge of fear as she struggles to keep from screaming out and awakening her husband.
She clenches her inner walls and the muscles in her thighs as she feels her orgasm ascend past the point of no-return. Alan must have sensed it too, he quickly places his mouth on hers and kisses her deeply as her orgasm erupts through her body. She screams into his mouth as her body bucks about in the lounge chair.
His finger slides gently back and forth between her sensitive velvety folds letting her ride out her intense orgasm. After her scream passes he breaks the kiss and watches her, smiling proudly at his apparent accomplishment.
Gasping quietly, rolling her eyes, she feels her body quiver from her toes all the way up to her arms. She glances at her husband's still sleeping form and then reaches back to grasp Alan's hard cock rubbing her thumb over the tip to feel the little bit of pre-cum leaking out.
Tugging on his cock like a leash she says, "Take them off."
He stands and quickly shucks his shorts off and steps out of them towards her.
She grabs his marvelous cock and guides it to her open mouth. She doesn't even bother with any pretense or teasing. She is hungry for it and immediately takes his cock into her mouth letting her saliva drool all over it. Her lips tighten around the head and she quickly sucks on it hard while her fingers wrap around the base and stroke up to her mouth.
"Oh, fuck!" He exclaims.
Her eyes glance up to his and scowl at him as if telling him to keep his voice down and not awaken his father. She intensifies sucking on his dick pushing it deeper into her mouth while her fingers stretch out to cup and squeeze his balls. Inhaling deeply through her nose she forces herself to push his cock into her throat. She makes small motions with her head letting his dick fuck her mouth and throat.Pulling her head back and releasing his cock she gasps and coughs a couple of times feeling her drool ooze down her chin and drip off onto her chest.
"Je-zuz Dani, you're going to make me cum quick like that."
Her only response is to take a deep breath and shove her face forward onto his prick again. Bobbing her head back and forth quickly she pushes her finger forward to rub that sweet spot below his balls.
Immediately his hands clamp on her head and she can feel him struggling to restrain himself from going wild on her and face-fucking her relentlessly. His groans and gasps let her know that she is building him up quickly. A few more quick thrusts and she pulls back gasping for air.
Alan gasps as well. Before he can say anything she dives back down on his cock and rams it down her throat voraciously. His moans heighten and she feels his legs start to quiver letting her know he is close. A few more head thrusts and she feels his cock swell with his cum.
"Ohhhh," He groans as he feels his imminent release.
She does a double-tap head thrust and then pulls back to receive her reward. He shoots his first load of cum hard into her mouth involuntarily thrusting forward slightly as he does. Most of his cum oozes down her throat warmly. She tightens her lips around his shaft, pushes her head forward and drags her mouth back to receive another smaller shot of his cum into her mouth.
It pools on her tongue and she smiles happily with her mouth open to show him her glorious prize before letting it leak out of her mouth, to ooze down her chin and drip down to her chest. He responds by grabbing her head and shoves his cock back in her mouth. She clamps her lips down and proceeds to milk his cock of every last drop of his cum. In between each lip-pulling tug on his cock she displays his cum in her mouth until she thinks he is done.
Smiling, she lets it dribble down her chin and drip all over her chest. She moves one hand to smear it all over her chest, almost cooing in pleasure. Looking up at Alan with adoration in her eyes she watches as he slowly regains his composure.
Looking down at her he says, "I'm not done with you."
"But you just came...," she says with some confusion in her voice.
"And I'm still hard."
Looking down at his dick in her hand she gives it a few tentative squeezes and is shocked that he is right, his dick is still rock hard.
Getting up she whispers, "Ok, then let's go inside."
Shaking his head negatively he says, "No. Right here."
"But your father is right there." She points at her husband emphatically to stress her point.
"I don't care."
His tone and casualness bring back her words from last night when she told him the exact same thing. His words hit her hard, right in her middle, nearly knocking the wind from her lungs. She feels the sexual-fueled wantonness wash over her from him. It is so erotically powerful that she can't resist it, him, or his desires.
Thinking quickly she throws the towel down on the ground a few feet behind the chair her husband is in. Flipping it out to lay flat, she then grabs two more towels and their swimsuits to place in a pile next to the flat towel.
"If he wakes up, we grab our towels and suits, wrap them around ourselves and we make a dash for the house. Understood?" Her heart is pounding at the prospect of what they are planning to do.
"Understood."
The intensity of his stare nearly makes her weak in the knees. She wants him so badly right now. Judging by how hard and erect his cock is, the feeling is apparently mutual.
She steps over to the towel, squats down, lies back and pulls him down on top of her. She is fully cognizant of the fact that her husband is asleep in the chair across from them, although they are directly behind him and out of his view.
Alan sinks down onto his knees and kisses her savagely. She grabs his thick cock and positions it at the entrance to her pussy. Rubbing the head quickly she pushes it inside herself, even lifting her hips up to receive him more quickly. He grunts as he starts grinding and pushing himself fully inside her, desperate to fuck her again.
Biting her lower lip, she gasps and winces as she feels herself stretch quickly around him. Then moaning he starts to pump himself deep inside her with quick, staccato thrusts. She throws her head back with her mouth agape and emits a silent cry as the pleasure floods her body. The intensity of the emotion seeks to overwhelm her with new levels of ecstasy.
Her hands explore across his broad back feeling all the undulations of his muscles, the warmth of his skin under the sun, and the slick sheen of sweat accumulating there. His short quick grunts accompanying his deep thrusts thrill her and cause her to relinquish her inhibitions and to let her inner animal loose.
This is what she really craves, to be fucked, to be used, to satisfy her man with her body. She never really formalized this thought before now, but it has taken hold and she is not ashamed of it. That confirmation thrills her excitedly, she feels her orgasm building with each thrust as he pummels her pussy harder and harder.
Then it happens, she gasps and her mouth tears itself open to emit a deep-sated scream but instead, at the last moment, she throws her head forward and bites down on his shoulder. She screams into his flesh to muffle it, her inner walls clench tightly as her jaw clenches into the thick muscle layered on top of his shoulder.
He winces and she hears the contained pain in his groan and his surprise at her act. She feels the tiny pang of regret at hurting him, but it is drowned by the flood of pleasure filling her body.
Once her orgasm abates and begins to recede like the ebbing tide she releases his shoulder and he retracts his hard member from her clenching sanctuary.
Pulling her up forcibly he places her directly behind her husband's chair, facing the back of his head.
Alan bends her body down until she is hanging over her husband's head. She is just about to ask Alan what the hell is he doing, when he positions his cock between her spread legs and shoves it inside her.
She moans louder than she intended at the unexpected rough pleasure. Looking down over her husband's forehead she strains to see if his eyes are still closed. Alan starts pounding her from behind making her body push forward into her husband's chair, bumping it gently.
She wants to gasp, or scream, or make any sound, but she can't for fear of waking her husband. This is crazy, stupid, they can't do this. Her mind is trying to process all the what-if's but she is struggling because of how good it feels.
She feels something else, a rebelliousness that is growing inside her. This is too much for her though and she tries to lean back a little so as not to be so close and bumping her husband's chair. But as she tries, Alan places his hand on the back of her neck and forces her back down.
Alan starts fucking her even harder and erotic pleasure, coupled with the insanity of this situation is making her lose reason and feel even more lusty, even slutty. She loves it.
Her massive boobs are swaying hard into the back of the chair, bumping it, causing her husband's head to bounce just slightly. Alan's grip is so strong, she can't move her body an inch unless he permits it. She can't fight it any longer, she succumbs to the rebelliousness she is feeling and in her mind as she looks down at her sleeping husband's face, then says, Fuck you.
Alan says, "You like how I fuck you Dani?"
Feeling raunchy and filthy like some cum-guzzling, gutter-whore she responds, "Fuck me."
Alan groans in lust and says, "Say it again."
"Fuck me... Fuck me... Fuck me harder." Her words are whispered, but strained.
Alan responds by fucking her harder than before and faster too. Her breasts are bouncing hard enough to make her husband's head bounce off the chair. His breathing is becoming erratic and punctuated with the odd deep snore. Is he waking up?
Alan growls, "I'm gonna cum."
Lustily she responds, "Fill that fucking pussy with your cum."
Her husband turns his head back and forth and his eyes flutter once.
Bearing down she clenches her inner walls as she feels Alan's cock swell deep inside her. Alan howls as his orgasm rips through his body roughly, he pummels her pussy and she feels his cock explode with his cum inside her.
Swooning and feeling her eyes roll up in her head as her orgasm responds to Alan's she says, "Ohhh, fuck me!"
Her husband says, "What?" Blinking his eyes and leaning forward to rub the sleep from them he tries to look around in front of him.
She clenches her pussy as tightly as she can to squeeze all of Alan's cum inside her and then pulls off his massive cock with a groan. Alan's body quivers in response, his legs shake as he tries to push through the last vestiges of his climax.
Danielle grabs her suit and towel and whips it around her body. Then grabs Alan's suit and towel and shoves it into his fumbling hands. Looking over her shoulder she sees her husband start to turn around. Panicking that he will see Alan standing there completely naked with a hard cum-dripping cock still at attention, she grabs the edges of her towel and yanks it open across her back so that to her husband it looks as though she is drying off her back. At the same time it screens his view from seeing nothing more than Alan's head. Finally, Alan gets his towel wrapped around his body.
"What were you saying?" Her husband asks groggily.
"Hmmm? I didn't say anything dear. We are done swimming and going inside now, ok?"
Not waiting for the answer she pushes Alan ahead of her as they walk as quickly as possible back inside the house.
"But, I thought you were sun-bathing?" Her husband says to himself confusedly.