Putting together storm – 3

It was as though Poseidon himself had pulled the curtain down. It was pitch black, though again only briefly. The lightning mostly behind us now, though even then the all too frequent strikes briefly lighting up the room. Max sat there on the couch, knees now pulled up against her chest, arms surrounding them locking them against herself as she rocked, her head buried between.

I could hear the heartfelt sobs coming from her now, just as Sophia did, quickly pulling away from me, rushing towards her, sitting beside her now. “Come Tom…sit, hold her with me,” she all but demanded, though I moved with the grace of a Gazelle, clearing the coffee table in one step, landing next to her on the other side where the two of us gathered her up in our arms holding her tight.

Gradually she relaxed, as the more intense portion of the storm moved on, though the winds remained, if anything more intense now as the window seemed to shudder almost continuously.

“Maybe it’s time to cover the windows,” Sophia announced, moving now, though only because we’d both felt Max’s tension and fear relax. I began to pull away from her myself, but her arm came up, her hand grabbing mine, holding it against her just beneath her breasts. I could feel the soft firmness of them resting against me as she did that, but allowed myself to remain.

“Thank you,” she said softly, only loud enough that I could have heard her, though I simultaneously felt her free hand suddenly land within my lap. And though my cock was spent, mostly flaccid now, it retained a small degree of firmness. It was still slick with the creamy spending of her mother’s cunt as she held it in her hand, gently caressing, enMaxing the slick, sticky feel of it. I thought briefly about allowing her to continue, forcing her to remove her hand.

But holding me as she was, the almost too gentle feel of her as she toyed with it almost lazily felt good. Admittedly so, even though I felt a renewed arousal already reawakening my senses. Just a moment or two longer…and then I would stand, and would force her to let go. Just a moment more.

**

Sophia now standing near the large twenty-foot high windows. The soft whir of the motor already engaging, the Plexiglas protective shield coming out of its encasement, slowly sliding both left and right towards center as it began covering and now protecting the windows which slowly quit shaking and vibrating as they had been.

It was even darker now. I could barely make out the silhouette of Max’s mother as she stood next to the window watching it close, ensuring that it did so properly. I moved, preparing now to stand. Max however tightened her grip on my cock, almost painfully forcing me to remain as I was unless I wanted to make a scene.

“I guess I’d best light some candles,” her voice came out of the darkness, though I could just see that she’d turned, standing there facing us. Wondering…if she could possibly see any of this, see me still sitting there, Max’s hand wrapped firmly around my cock, now hard though not quite nearly so as it had been…stroking it.

“Not yet mother,” Max said, surprising me a little. “I’m still enMaxing myself a little,” she added a bit more softly. To my surprise Sophia laughed.

“And just what is it you’re doing?”

“Making it hard again,” she answered honestly.

“And why doesn’t that surprise me,” her mom answered back, only then walking towards us though for a moment she disappeared entirely as she stepped off to one side in the darkness of the room, reappearing seconds later like a wraith settling down in the chair she’d been leaning against earlier, facing us.

Now at least I could make out a bit more of her, even the occasional expression in her face as some light filtered into the room from the less dark skies outside the windows. I knew she was looking at me, as I sat looking at her, Max’s hand still slowly pumping and caressing my cock. “Go ahead…enMax it,” she told me then. “Just as long as you don’t fuck her…I don’t mind. Really.”

I laughed with uncertainty even after hearing her words. Once again intending to stand up and move away. Max’s grip became even firmer, as did the sound of Sophia’s voice.

“No worries Tom…sit back, relax, let her amuse herself…and me, while I watch. It’s really ok.”

“Could this really be happening?” I asked myself, though I did lean further back into the couch. Max’s hand now expertly works me, sliding up and down, though alternating her teasing of my prick. Sometimes palming it, sometimes merely tweaking the head between her fingers. I realized I had closed my eyes, opening them…glancing over though it was still difficult to see any real expression or features on her mother’s face. Just the less dark form of her nude figure sitting there in the chair.

And though we could all hear the diminishing rolls of thunder somewhere in the distance, the lightning itself no longer entered the room, now keeping it dark. Her hand stroked, fondled and then squeezed. She milked me, producing self-made lubricant. She purposely Tomed it, smearing it, forcing it to sound as she did so.

“Hmmm,” Sophia moaned softly. Movement more than anything telling me she had repositioned one leg. “Do that some more, I like hearing that,” she told her daughter. I liked feeling it, and settled back even more as she again milked my dick forcing out even more pre-cum fuck juice. It was indeed slicker than before as she purposely played with it, even bending it off to one side, releasing it…allowing it to slap back against my own thigh. She did so repeatedly as Sophia’s groans and soft mewling moans began to accompany her doing that.