She laughed then, relaxing again. “Don’t worry about it. I’m on the pill, have been for a couple of years now. No need to worry,” she giggled again. “So does that mean you DO want to fuck me?” She asked.
“No actually,” I said, seeing her eyes widen a bit. “What I’m going to do however…is make love to you. How does that sound?”
“It sounds…perfect. But not here. Let’s go upstairs to my room.”
I followed her, but as I did…I attempted to do something. Something totally foreign, something so risky that I wasn’t sure it would even work. But I had no choice now. I had to do something, something to protect not only myself, but Mila, and her mother too. As we climbed the stairs together, I accessed her “mom” book. In my mind, opening it, turning to the last page where she’d left off…reading back, and then mentally erasing what I felt she couldn’t share with her mother. And there I wrote:
“Under no circumstances…ever…will you share anything with your mother about us. Every time you even think about doing so, you will immediately erase that thought from your mind. If you even hear anything with regards to that, from any other source, including your mother, those words will likewise be immediately forgotten as though never spoken, never shared. They simply will not exist!” I don’t know why, but I added an exclamation point. It was like putting a lock on the passage, or writing it in her private book with permanent ink
that could never be erased. As a safeguard, I then added a few more lines, another form of security perhaps, protection, though this one I still wasn’t sure of. Perhaps later, when the moment was right, I’d test it out. For the time being however, I had done everything I could think of to do. I then put the book back on the shelf, rejoining her thoughts again as we entered her bedroom. Curious…I asked her.
“Mila? Because I have every intention of fucking your mother later, I don’t want that to ever be an issue between us, ok? What we do, what we share…is between us. Likewise for your mother and I? Understood?”
Once again, almost trancelike, I felt her accessing that book, thoughts confused momentarily, the statue effect briefly taking place. She read the passage, smiled, and came back into herself again, grinning at me.
“Ok,” she said almost dreamily, and then back to her “now” self…the physical side of her, as her eyes cleared, focusing on me now. “We’ll keep all this just between you and I,” she assured me. “Now Brian…come make love to me, though I still want to hear you tell me how much you like fucking my pussy.” She made no comment, no mention of the fact I’d just told her I had planned on fucking her mother too. Obviously, the block, the passage I had written inside that book was doing what it was supposed to do.
Problem solved, at least on Mila’s side. But I now knew I could do the same thing with her mother when I saw her again. But right now though, I had a pussy to fuck. And oddly enough, I didn’t want any more distractions other than just the two of us, pleasuring and enjoying one another. For the time being, I snuffed out the little spark. I’d bring it back again when the two of us got close to climaxing.
I was curious to see just how intense her orgasms were!
**
Before we really got down to business, Mila spread out a large thick towel across her bed, and then had me lay down on my back as she straddled me. I already knew this was her favorite position, so I had even suggested it to her, seeing her eyes light up with arousal and excitement.
“What’s the towel for anyway?” I asked.
“You’ll see soon enough,” she giggled. “Let’s just say…I tend to get wet. Very…very wet.”
I was already looking forward to that, to experiencing that with her, and letting her experience my orgasm as well, though she really had no clue that she eventually would be. Without actually inserting my cock yet, she lay prone over me, her firm full breasts pressing against my chest, the softness of them arousing and exciting me even more. I could feel the slickness of her pussy, the folds of her cunt already wrapping themselves gingerly about my hard stiff cock, not yet inside her, but against her.