Chapter 2

“Take off your nighty, Emily, and let me get a better look at you,” he said. Caught by surprise by this sudden turn of events and more than a little turned on by the idea of a man wanting her again, Emily followed his command without thinking. She crossed her arms in front and lifted the thin satin garment up over her head and dropped it on the bed beside her.

Emily Greene was indeed a beautiful woman. Although the calendar said she was thirty-four years old, she could easily pass for a woman ten years her junior. With the same chestnut brown hair, a little longer than her daughter’s, the same lovely green eyes, and a voluptuous, sexy woman’s body, Emily was any man’s dream girl. Billy suddenly found the tables turned and he was the one now caught by surprise and turned on!

But Billy recovered his wits quickly – he had to. He had to take charge of her just like he took charge of Becky. He was the man here, even if he was younger than her. This, then, was his plan – he would dominate Emily and make her his, just as he had her daughter!

“Well, I can certainly see where my Becky gets her good looks. You are really quite spectacular, Emily. It is going to be a real pleasure taking that body for my own,” he said boldly.

“Oh? Is that your game plan here? To ‘take me and make me yours’. Is that what you have in mind?” she said.

“It is indeed, Beauty. And you shall see ... by the morning’s light, you will be my girl, just as Becky is. I am sure you will be more of a competitor than she was – Becky was a fairly easy conquest. She was already in love with me. She melted like ice cream on a warm summer’s day.

“But I know a few things about you too, Mrs. Greene. Like how you cry yourself to sleep at night because you don’t have anyone who loves you like you deserve to be loved. Or how very long it’s been since you’ve felt like a real woman. Emily, I can, and I will change these things for you,” he said.

Emily smiled ... the kind of smile you would see if she was looking at a little puppy trying very hard to be ferocious! “Is that so? Well Mr. McIntyre, do you think you can? Do you have what it takes to ‘make me yours’?” she said in a cheeky tone.

Billy moved, suddenly jumping onto the bed and straddling her hips, pushing her down onto the bed and pinning her arms to the bed at her sides. Emily gasped at his lightning-fast movement.

He lowered himself until he was eye to eye with her and only inches from her face. “Do not dismiss my youth for inexperience or awkward incompetence, Beauty. I may not be a man yet in your eyes, but that doesn’t mean I’m as artless and naive as you might think. You might be surprised at my skills, actually,” he said.

Just to prove his point, he moved down a bit more and licked her soft lips, biting and tugging gently on the bottom one before letting go and giving her a truly bad boy smile.

Emily had never seen that look from him ... the look like he was already the winner and gloating over his prize. The look of “I have won, you need only to concede and submit”. It made her breath catch in her throat and for the first time, she wondered to herself if he might be right!

Billy noticed and noted her reaction, and it added a boost to his self-confidence. He moved down her body a bit until he reached her full generous tits. Emily had been blessed with a very sizable bust, the kind that men tend to notice before anything else. So it was too, with Billy – when he first met her he had to concentrate not to focus on her tits, but look her in the face.

That was then and this is now, however, and he was able to enjoy the bounty she offered. He bent his head down and gave one nipple a long, slow lick with the flat of his tongue, then pulled his head back and blew cool air softly across it, watching as it hardened and stood taller. Then with his eyes fixed on hers, he took the erect nub between his teeth, gently biting on it and watching her reaction.

She watched him biting the corner of her bottom lip. Emily was struggling inside – part of her felt the need to maintain her place as the “adult” and Becky’s mother. She was after all nearly twice his age, and she had come to think of him as the son she never had.

But a great part of her wanted to throw it all to him and give in to what he wanted. God, did she want to give in! Billy saw the conflict in her face, the wrinkled brow, the biting of the lip, the lustful glaze forming in her eyes. He made her decision for her.

Suddenly his teasing, delicate biting gave way to pure animal devouring. He stuffed the tit into his mouth and began feasting on her like she was a prime rib and he was a starving man. Emily gasped, then moaned loudly at his ravenous appetite for her tender flesh.

“Oh God, Billy!” she said as she tossed her head back. Billy began licking and sucking and chewing on her hard nipples, alternating sides as his fingers massages and mauled the creamy titflesh below. Billy quickly learned that playing with Emily’s tits and nipples was the fast track to getting her hot and bothered and he played her like a Stradivarius.

She moaned and squirmed under him – the only thing she could do, as he still held her arms in place. But holding her down as he relentlessly attacked her with his mouth made her all the more aroused. She liked the struggle – being taken like this suited her!

Back when Dave was still around, she would often play submissive to his dominant personality and she loved serving him. But since he had left, she had to leave those days behind and take charge of the household. And she hadn’t had a chance to explore her “softer side” since.

Billy was bringing that part of her back out again now and she was responding to it excitedly. Emily was moaning and wriggling and struggling against him as she got hotter and more aroused with every minute that went by. Feeling his weight on her, feeling his mouth on her, she missed these things more than even she knew. It wasn’t until now that she realized how much she had missed them

“Oh God yes, Billy! Yes! Lick my titties, please! Ohhh, that feels so wonderful! Oh, please, don’t stop – don’t ever stop!” she moaned. She arched her back as much as she could to offer herself to his mouth, while her head whipped back and forth in a chocolate tornado.

As happy as Billy was right where he was at, he knew there was much more of his Beauty to explore. He was fairly certain given the time she had been lacking attention and the reaction he had already been getting from her, he could probably give her an orgasm simply by playing with her tits.

But like Becky, she needed to be edged ... to walk the very lip of her cliff, not falling over into sweet rapture and not being pulled back to calm down. She needed to be brought to the brink over and over until her mind was his along with her body. He needed to own her ... he needed to possess her.

And so he moved down from her luscious mountains to cross the plains of her abdomen, leaving a trail of hot kisses and licks as a mark of his passing. Emily moaned and squirmed harder now, knowing where he was headed. She knew that if he was that good at just licking and sucking her tits, she was in real trouble once he got to her pussy.

Becky had bragged on his “talents” some since that first time and although she took a lot of it as the overzealous ramblings of a young girl with her first boyfriend, from what she had said, he knew his way around a woman’s intimate area. She wanted so much to find out, but knew that when she did she very well may not be able to control herself.

But whether she wanted him to or not was really quite immaterial; he was headed south and there wasn’t much she could do to stop him even if she wanted to!

Billy slid down to her navel and kissed her just below it. He could smell her scent stronger now, the unmistakable musky sweet smell of a woman in estrus. “I can smell your need, Beauty. I can smell your lust and your desire. You want this, there’s no denying it. You need this, don’t you?” he growled, raising his head to look at her. Emily’s face was a mask of desire, her eyes glazed over now with raw lust as she trembled in anticipation of “the act”

“Yesss...” she hissed.

Billy smiled. That would do for now. He continued southward until he got to the waistband of her tiny panties. There he found out why he had smelled her so strongly. Emily was already soaking wet! This was going better than he could have hoped for. Emily really was a hot and horny woman!

Seeing the effect his efforts so far had produced in getting her wet, he thought it was a good time to step things up a bit. So he began petting her pussy through her panties. With her legs spread and her wet panties waiting for him, he softly began tracing his finger around her lips, showing through plainly in the saturated material. As he played, he continued talking low and soft to her, egging her on.

“Why Beauty, you’ve soaked your panties already! Could it be you have been getting ready for me? Have you been preparing for this moment, my little slut?” he asked.

Calling her a slut really brought back fond memories. Dave used to call her names like that ... slut, whore ... dirty talk and humiliation like that would always make her so hot. She felt that same arousal now with Billy.

“Oh, Billy! Oh, I love being called that! Oh, baby, dirty talk turns me on sooo much! Yes, call me a slut, call me a whore, please! I love it!” she moaned loudly.

“I thought as much – your daughter loves it too. She loves that I made her my little fuck slut. She loves being my personal private whore. And she loves it when I tell her all the dirty naughty things I’m going to do to her!” Billy growled.

“Yes! Yes! Like that! Oh, Billy tell me! Tell me what you are going to do to me! Call me your slut, call me your little fucking whore! Please, Billy, Please!” she pleaded as she ground her pussy up against his hand.

“So you would like to know what I have in store for you, would you? Well, for starters, I plan on tasting whatever smells so delicious here in front of me. Tell me, Beauty, when was the last time you had your sweet pussy eaten good and proper? I’m sure that Becky has told you something about how good I am at eating her little peach, hasn’t she?