“How’s that feeling?” She asked sliding against me, teasing my cock with her slick moist cunt.
“Heavenly,” I told her, meaning it. Briefly enjoying the solitude of my own thoughts, not yet sharing those with her, or she with me either for that matter. As much as I had learned, and still had to learn, I also enjoyed this separation too. Being myself, allowing Mila for the most part, to now be herself as well. Even discovery in this way, had its moment.
“I’ve been thinking…fantasizing about this moment for years Brian,” she told me as she continued to slither up and down my hard stiff cock.
“I know Mila…me too, though I never told you of course, never let you know that I had, or that I did.”
She smiled at that, a tear actually coming into her eyes. “Did you know that I still have a tee shirt of yours? Something you once left here, I stole it.” She giggled. “Every once in a while, I’d wear it to bed. For a time, it still had your smell on it, until mom washed it…” she added giggling again. “But I used to pretend you were there in bed with me, making love to me, like we are now. I’d caress my breasts, imagine it was your hands caressing me, and then touching…fingering me, fingering myself as I imagined the two of us fucking.”
I had in fact done the same, though never telling anyone of course. Especially her. Thinking at the time that Mila despised me, hated me…which in a way she did, though for reasons at the time I hadn’t understood. Now I did.
“I would come so hard thinking about you, thinking about this…wondering if we’d ever actually be doing anything like this together.”
“We are now,” I all but whispered to her. She reached down, guiding me up, placing me, and then looked at me, and slowly, inch by precious inch, began easing herself down over my straining shaft. “Oh god! You’re in me Brian! You’re finally in me!”
“Yes I am baby…yes…I…am!”
I locked eyes with her again, felt and made the little spark inside the two of us. Felt it merge, mingle, dancing once again, just as we were. Just as Mila began riding up and down my shaft, impaling herself, impaling me. I felt the sense of rapture, bliss, coming from us both, as I knew she did. I could feel, sense her secretions, the moisture, the smells, every one intensified. And by the look in her eyes, the jumble of pleasure suddenly consuming her mind and thoughts, almost too much to distinguish between, too rapid…we fucked. Our passion, ecstasy, joy increased two fold, and then ten.
“Oh my god!” She screamed at the top of her lungs. And we exploded, together…as one. Me a fountain inside her, she…a fountain outside, drenching me.
It was again, a new…interesting sensation, feeling her squirt like that, as though I was doing it myself…and she, likewise, no doubt felt the same exact intensity as well. Each and every pulsation of my prick as it threw rope after rope of semen into her pussy. Her body convulsing, jerking almost spasmodically as we shared this climatic bliss together. We collapsed in a heap, blackness consuming us both, a universe of stars all around.
And I felt, as though, for a moment anyway, we were a part of them. Or maybe…just maybe, they were a part of us.
**
By the time I got home, mom was standing in the kitchen fixing dinner. Though I could see by the look on her face, she wasn’t as happy as she normally was, though she tried hiding it as she spoke to me.
“Dinner will be ready in about an hour or so…I’m running just a little late,” she added, trying to smile. But I could see just in the way she was acting, something was up. I walked over to her, lifting her chin up, giving her a quick loving kiss, though I flicked my Bic, created the spark, and quickly accessed her recent thoughts.
She and dad had had a silly fight, over nothing really. With the recent events they had both been stressed. Mom’s way of dealing with that, had been through the need to be held, even caressed, made love to as a way of recovering from that. Dad was just the opposite. Always had been. He’d withdraw, become consumed in some TV program, or perhaps a book, totally ignoring mom, oblivious to her present needs. They were exact opposites.
“Mom,” I said, holding her…speaking to her. In a minute I will give you a reason to forget all about dinner. When I do that, you’re going to go upstairs, take a nice long leisurely bath. After which, you’re going to put on something sexy, something very, very sexy and revealing for dad. You’ll then come down stairs wearing it, surprising him, as it’s early evening. But it’s ok, he’ll know by then…as you will, that I won’t be home for the evening.
The two of you will come together then, pleasure and enjoy one another in ways that perhaps you haven’t done in years.”
And with that, I released her, winking out the little spark.
“Don’t worry about me,” I told her. “I already have plans for the evening, so I probably won’t even be home at all tonight,” I now informed her. “Why don’t you and dad just plan on having an evening to yourselves? How does that sound?”
She smiled. Smiling in a way that told me she was already thinking about the suggestion I’d just given her. Almost mischievous in her response back to me. “Planning on a little late night fun?” She asked, which was not totally out of character for her, but bordering on it.
“I am yes…” I responded back, kissing her on the cheek, giving her a friendly hug. “So, since I am…why don’t you go and relax, forget all about dinner, and enjoy a nice romantic evening with dad.” She giggled like a schoolgirl, even reaching over, turning off the stove.
“You know? That’s not a bad idea, I think I’m going to do just that!” She removed her apron, once again kissing me, lovingly. “Just don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” she laughed again, and then turned, almost racing up the stairs. I shook my head, dad was in for one big fucking surprise, but not if I left him sitting there the way he was either. I walked into the den. He was reading the paper.
“Dad?” He looked up. Our eyes locked. I planted a suggestion, though he seemed to resist it for some reason. Dad was being difficult. I needed to find something, find a way around it, prepare him basically for mom before she came down stairs and attempted to seduce him. Might blow up in her face if she did, and if dad remained withdrawn, unresponsive to her, no matter how she might look when she came back down the stairs again.
“Mom’s Mikedad…she needs you. She needs you to make love to her, thrill her and please her. And not just some kind of quickie either. She needs something, something special from you tonight. So what will it take dad? What will it take for you to get thinking along those lines? What will make you do anything she asks you to do for her tonight?”
I saw the little light, the pathway…I followed it. Not at all surprised to discover that just like everyone else, we all had a secret little room. A place where we put our thoughts, thoughts we’d normally never share with anyone. “What really gets you hot dad? What arouses you the most. Go on, you can tell me…mom’s upstairs, she’ll be there a while, you’ve got plenty of time dad. What is it? Go on…show me, what is it?”
I saw the images now, his thoughts betraying his secrets. The hidden compartment behind the entertainment center. Surprising me, as I had no clue it was there. I watched him as he reached inside. Oddly, I saw him younger, by a few years at least. It had obviously been a while, whatever it was. He pulled out a DVD from this secret compartment, now inserting it into the player, turning it on. I was expecting porn, perhaps some deviant kind of porn or something, something secretive and unusual for dad. And…in a way it was. Though I certainly hadn’t expected what I now saw, or stood watching. Suddenly the image I’d been seeing, fluttered…jumped.
I’d been looking at a memory, the aftermath. What I saw now, was just before all that. Dad…coming home from a trip unexpectedly.