Chapter 6

I was extra careful as I placed my glass on the coffee table, trying to demonstrate that I was perfectly sober even after the two bottles of wine, the liqueur and the champagne we just finished. Annie's eyes were huge and cloudy as she smiled up at me, and I reached for her hand

"Could I have this dance, please."

Her lips looked soft and moist and she was trembling a little as she took my hand and stood up. I was wearing heels and so we were at eye level and I pulled her close as her arms slipped around my neck. There was very little movement as we swayed to the soft sound of Natalie Cole, and I closed my eyes as her cheek pressed against mine. I turned my head and we kissed, softly, but I could feel her excitement beneath. Her skin felt hot through the flimsy party dress and her voice was barely a whisper as her tongue brushed across my lips.

"Thank you for the beautiful evening. If you were atoning for this afternoon, you succeeded..."

I pulled back to look into her face and shook my head, smiling. She was at it again.

"Atoning? Atoning for what? I thought I was wonderful..."

"... at first. But then all those chores. Washing the car, sending me shopping, going back to the store..."

"Oh you poor darling..."

"... postponing things, playing hard to get..."

"I am not hard to get now..."

We stopped moving in the middle of the "playroom" and kissed again, and I almost lost my resolve to follow through with my plan as her tongue dug into my mouth and her hands gripped the back of my head. We strained against each other and she moaned as my fingers moved down to score across her curvy ass, and I could feel all of her from our breasts down to our knees. We were still fully dressed but she was sans brassiere and her sharp nipples dug into my boobs like little spikes and I made a little sound as her thigh pressed into my already moist pussy.

"... and then the dinner, the champagne. You are seducing me. After the fact."

"... there is no such thing as 'after the fact.' Seduction should be on going, continuous..."

"... The gospel according to Pam Barnett?"

"The gospel according to your dad."

I was brushing her ass cheeks, my fingers searching for the panty line that I couldn't find and I could hear her breathing turn heavy as she arched her back. I flexed my fingers to feel the smooth flesh through the sheer material, and she hunched against me. Then she crouched to give me an opening and gasped as my thigh jammed into her crotch. We were hardly moving and she nuzzled into my neck.

"You have done this before..."

"Uhmmm...

"In college?"

"Yes..."

"Pull it up... touch me. Was she pretty?"

We stopped and she arched her back and I slipped my hand into the deep tight crack and heard her gasp as the tip of a finger pressed against the tiny little rosette. The face, the name came back after so many years.

"She was the 'house-mother.' She taught me how to dance... "

"I bet! Go in... I want your finger. Did you do this? Fuck her ass?"

She was tight but slick and her spinster tightened on the lone digit and I waved yes..."

"I spent a year with her. Until I met your dad..."

"... and you gave up women. Tell me about him..."

"... you were complaining about me postponing things..."

I pulled out and focused on those wonderfully tight cheeks and she hunched against me. The teasing was killing us both.

"I am learning. What was so special about him? I know he wasn't extra big..."

"... and his maximum was maybe a couple cums, but that didn't really matter..."

"So what did? Was he a good fuck?"

"The best! He worshipped pussy and he was the kinkiest person I ever met."

"... and he taught you things..."

I laughed at that and squeezed even tighter and I could feel her fingers on my back trying to undo the snaps.

"Yes. He taught me things..."

"... and now you are going to teach me everything he taught you and more."

"He also appreciated civilization and comfort..."

"Like a bed instead of the floor..."

"Depended on the urges and the circumstances..."

"Right now my urges tell me to throw you on the floor and rape your ass right here..."

"... but you won't. You will take me upstairs and make love to me on a big comfortable bed."

We were standing still, whispering into each other's mouths, and I could feel my juices soaking my panties. She nipped my lower lip.

"Partially right. We will go upstairs and I will fuck you crazy on your bed."

I didn't argue on details. I wanted to dash ahead.

"Where you used to imagine fucking me, right?"

"You knew."

"I didn't know. I guessed. I projected."

"Projected. You wanted me too."

"Oh yes. For years."

"Cunt."

"Whore"

"Bitch."

"Your bitch! Tonight I want to be your bitch..."

The words got nastier as Annie led me upstairs, and then I was on my back on my bed and she was tugging at my panties and the sheet felt cool under my ass as I stretched out for her. She was kneeling above me while she pulled my clothes off, and then she sat back on her heels to look at me. Her eyes were hungry as she looked down at me and the way I felt I knew we were not going to be able to hold back much longer. Without thinking, I spread my legs wide for her, and I saw her swallow as my pussy lips yawned open. She reached out and ran two fingers into my slit.

"Open up wide. Stretch the lips apart. I want to watch you play with your nasty big clit. Then I'm going to fuck you all night. Your cunt, your ass, and when we finish I will start over again and fuck you some more..."

I obeyed and reached down to tug at the hairy, puffy lips, and we both watched as her fingers corkscrewed into my gaping vagina. She clenched her teeth as she pushed in me, deeper, harder, her wrist twisting, her fingers corkscrewing, and I started to pinch my clit. I felt like a hard button and I pinched even harder.

"Was she your first? The house-mother?"

"Noo... almost... More. One more..."

I gasped as she did as I asked and then her free hand was on my right breast and her fingers were mauling the soft, fleshy mound. She was rough, and I guess she understood me better than I did myself, because as her nails dug into one long nipple, my whimpers began to turn into moans. Then she was kissing me, my mouth first, then my boobs, and I was gasping as her teeth started to worry one fat, bursting knob. Then and I felt her roll me over, and I had goose bumps because the position reminded me that for a while at least I was my daughters' bitch. My back was arched and my knees were sliding apart and my slit was practically sopping with pussy cream and I knew she was watching me squirm. She was leaning over me, one hand still stroking into my cunt while the other became a cruel instrument on my tits. First it was my nipple and I yelped as she pinched it like a vice but when she hesitated I begged her not to stop. Then she switched to my ass, and this time she made me scream. She was very strong and her fingers were like talons but my pussy felt suddenly empty and I wanted it full. Almost desperately I reached farther down and whimpered as the cushions of my fingertips curled into my abandoned gash. I felt her naked body grind against me, felt her muff press down on my calf, and then suddenly she reached her goal. At first I didn't know what was happening, but then I did, and realized that at the age of forty-two I was learning something new. She was rolling her hips and she was pressing down on me and I moved my foot to co-operate. She was behind me and I couldn't see anything, but her slit felt hot and slick on my heel. She was moaning and grinding and her fingers were curled around my ankle to pull me deeper. Her cunt was clammy and hot and I could feel her juices staining my foot and I jammed up into her. She was grunting as she rode me and I could feel her clit grind into my Achilles tendon, and as I twisted my fingers deeper into my soaking cunt, I wondered how much of my heel she could possibly take? Then her movements became frantic and I knew she was coming and I realized that I wasn't too far behind her.

I just lay there for a while, with my ass arched high and Annie's naked body pressing down on me, and my insides were still shaking when I felt her move. It was just a tiny motion and for a second I thought that she was rolling away, but she only eased aside a little, and her lips were moist on the hollow of my back.

"Sorry mom. That wasn't much of a build up. I guess I just got carried away."

"Any more build up and I would have strangled you..."

"It was your big gorgeous ass that did it. I could just wallow in your ass and tits. And cunt!"

Then her mouth was moving lower, her tongue licking across the damp skin, and I held my breath as she assaulted my rear. It was slow and excruciating, and I cursed myself for ever telling her about fore-play. She was torturing me and driving me crazy, and I whimpered as her long fingers began to maul those big, round cheeks. Then she reached under me and I was on my back, staring up at her.

"Annie..."

"Shhh. It's your turn, and I want to watch!"

"I'm ready. I need you to fuck me!"

"Start with your tits. You have great tits!"

She was on her side, leaning on one elbow and I closed my eyes in frustration. She WAS going to torture me. She was going to drag this out. I moaned as her hand slid over my stomach, the fingers gently pinching the small roll around the belly button, and I grabbed both my boobs.

"I need you to fuck me. Got me so hot when you did that. Rode my heel. "

"Hmmm. Ever did it before?"

"Never even imagined it... ohhh..."

She was stroking downward toward my bush and I began to pinch my nipples. They were already hard and I pressed harder.

"Not even with Donna? Tell me about her."

"Never... Oh... She is a bitch. A nasty cheating dyke... oh baby... yesss..."

She was tugging at my muff, pulling at the hair and my hips began to move.

"Uhmm. Pull up your knees. I want you wide open. Sounds like your girlfriend been cheating on you... here. Use this."

I rolled back and she slipped a pillow under my ass and as I spread my legs wide I didn't have to look to know I looked like a cheap whore. An oversized whore with big fat tits, fat round ass and a big cunt. I started to reach down grab into that heavy bush, but Annie just shook her head.

"Later, slut. Your tits first! Hurt them a little. Use the nails. What did she do?"

"Not my girlfriend... Partner. She was fucking Bev. Right in the store... ooh... oh yes..."

She was sucking my belly button and pinching my fat and I was digging my nails into my nipples, and knew that I was sopping wet again. I wanted something big in my cunt.

"The little blond fluff? She has a serious crush on you you know. So Auntie got to her first."

"In the office. She was all spread out and that bitch was sucking her cunt, and then rode her face and..."