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Obsessive Office Treats: Part 2

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Obsessive Office Treats: Part 2
Briana is very close to her hot mother..

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The last of the trick-or-treaters left, and Briana leaned

over, looking around me. Her hand was still in my outfit. "Mom! What was
that?" she hissed.

"Nice buns," Angela giggled.

"Dad!" Briana, called out. "Mom's being

bad."

"God, Briana, I can't believe you told on me!"

Angela whined.

Brian walked up behind her, picking her up bodily, hoisting

her high, like a toy. "Jesus, Angie, we've just met the boy. Give the kids
some space, before you scare him off."

"We're just playing around, Brian," she whined.

I laughed. "She's not going to scare me off. I love the

fact that the girls are close. My sister and my Mom don't get along all that
well."

"See?" Angela whined, wiggling in his grip. Her

struggles had the bottom of her dress riding high on her hips, her legs
kicking. A tiny little black thong was exposed, along with a red and black
garter belt. Sweet Jesus. Her mom was hot.

We seemed to have weathered the storm. We hadn't seen a kid

for a few minutes. A group of teenagers came running up to the door, and I felt
like something was missing when Briana pulled out the candy, my other side
lonely.

I reached into the pocket, and Angela was there, slapping my

hand away. "I'll be good," she said.

"You better," Briana teased.

"That was mean, telling on me," Angela pouted,

whispering to her daughter. "Remember, two can play that game,
sweetie."

"What? You're going to tell on me? I didn't do

anything. He is my date."

"Your costume?" Angela teased, warningly.

"Mom! You promised," Briana gasped.

"I never thought you'd tell on me," Angela said

sadly.

Their hands were back to being bad, although they seemed to

be ignoring me other than as a candy dispenser, and a body to be teased.

"I'm sorry, Mom. Dad's not mad. He knows we're just

playing around. I didn't mean nothing by it."

"Still, you never told on me before," Angela said.

She seemed upset. I put my arm around her, and she leaned into me. Her hand
moved to the back, rubbing my rear. Her husband couldn't have been 10 feet away,
putting away the last remnants of the candy.

"This is different, you know?" Briana said softly.

"I know, sugar. I only want to help. I like him. He's

not like the others. More like your dad."

I was nervous. Briana's hand was on my backside, only a couple

of inches from her mother's. I felt a little more movement, and the hands were
together. Weird, but nice.

"I know Mom. I know you want to help. Some things I

need to do for myself. Okay?"

"You're sure?" Angela asked nervously.

"No," Briana said softly. "I'm scared. I

can't let that stop me."

Angela let go of me, and moved over to her daughter. She

reached up and hugged her, and Briana turned and hugged her mother almost
desperately. "Thanks for being here," Briana said softly.

"Always baby. Whatever you need from me or your Dad. I

love you."

Briana gave her a big squeeze. "I know, I love you

guys."

Angela, let go of her daughter and stood in front of me. She

reached her arms up and I leaned over, letting her wrap her arms around my neck,
while I gave her a hug.

"She's worth it all," Angela whispered into my

ear.

"I know. I'll try to be worthy."

She almost broke my neck she squeezed so tightly. "You

are. Be good to her. Gentle and slow, Okay?"

"Gentle and slow."

She gave me a quick kiss on the lips, surprising, even with

all the teasing going on. She pulled away, before turning to her daughter.
"Can I have a couple of the special ones, before I go?"

"Not too many," Briana said softly.

Angela reached into the front pocket. She pulled out a few

and looked at them, sorting out two of each color. She slid her hand back
inside and I got goosebumps when she reached down my front, her hand rubbing
against me. I was hard, not too surprising, and she gave my shaft a squeeze.
She gave me a wink, and turned to her daughter, showing her hand. "Two of
each? One for me and one for your dad?"

Briana, nodded.

Angela turned away. "You done in here?" she called

out. "I think it's time for us to head home."

Briana walked in, closing her door, and turning off the

outside light. I emptied my side pockets, only a handful of packets left from
each side.

Her parents said goodnight, her father giving me a crushing

handshake. "Call, anytime. I'll understand, and help where I can."

"Dad!" Briana griped.

"You're difficult. I love you baby, but God knows

you're not easy to be around sometimes. There's going to be times when he needs
help maneuvering the mine field."

"Geez, you make me sound like some kind of ticking

time-bomb. You're supposed to be on my side."

"I'm on your side. But us guys got to stick together. I

saw you two ganging up on him." He gave me a wink.

Angela gave me a hug. "Wonderful meeting you, Zach. I

hope we get a chance to really get to know each other. Don't be a
stranger."

I hugged her back. "I had a great time tonight. Thanks

for everything, and making me feel so comfortable."

She gave me a quick kiss on the lips, gave her daughter a

hug, and they departed.

Briana rushed off to the kitchen, and returned with a big

empty jar. "Special M&M. In here."

Clearly, she was anxious, so I dumped them in the jar,

making sure to get all of them. She put a lid on the jar, and shook it. She
took the jar to the pantry, and put it on a shelf. After that I could see her
body relax. I was starting to recognize her stress symptoms easier.

She walked to the cabinet, pulling out a few liquor bottles.

"I need a drink. Can I make you one?"

"Sure, whatever you're having."

Briana poured out equal parts of Amaretto, Grand Marnier and

Southern Comfort into a mixer. She was careful, precisely filling her jigger,
two ounces of each, twice. She put the shot glass in the sink, rinsing it out.
She covered the shaker, giving it a good shake, and filled two glasses, until
they were exactly even. She took a big sip of hers, sighing. I accepted mine
from her and gave it a sip. Good, but strong.

I watched her put everything away, each item in its place.

She rinsed out the mixer and opened her dishwasher, placing the mixer, shot
glass, and lid in the top, working from the back left corner forward.

I was quiet, watching her, learning.

She giggled, taking a sip. "Strange, huh?"

"Hardly. I love watching you, seeing how you do things,

trying to understand."

"You're weird," she laughed.

"Guilty. Scared you off yet?"

She smiled. "They like you."

"What's not to like? I'm pretty incredible you

know," I laughed.

She moved toward me, her outfit pressing against my knees,

as she leaned up for a kiss. I wasn't about to deny her. "I know,"
she said, afterward.

"I liked them too," I confessed.

"Good. You have fun tonight?"

"I did."

She took my hand in hers, pulling me along. "You don't

have to leave soon, do you?"

"No. No other plans."

She opened a door, and pulled me into her immaculate

bedroom. Every piece of furniture carefully placed, exactly centered against
each wall. The top of her dresser bare, the bed-stand with only a clock-radio
centered on it. The opposite bed-stand had a single lamp. The carpet showed
parallel vacuum rows.

The bed was a double, with at least half-a-dozen pillows

arranged artfully on it.

Briana turned her back to me, and removed her 'Kiss' hat,

shaking out her hair. "I've got another kiss for you," she said
softly. She reached up behind her neck, finding the white cloth pull strip.
"Open it?"

I stood behind her, giving a tug. Pulling the cloth opened a

velcro seal down the back. It opened all the way to the bottom, and she stepped
out of it. She turned, and smiled shyly.

My heart almost stopped. Her tits were each covered in a

pyramid of foil, those teasing white pull strips sticking out at her nipples.
Her panties were shiny metallic. She pulled her white pantyhose off, slowly,
teasing. She leaned back on the bed, and her legs parted, showing another white
strip down at her crotch.

I smiled. "Best friggin' costume ever," I said.

"You like? It was a lot of work."

"Worth every moment of it. Absolutely amazing."

She beckoned me forward with a crooked finger. "I love

your outfit, too, but I think I'd like to see you without it."

I undressed for her, taking a couple of minutes to finish

the job, removing those inside candy sacks, until I stood before her, naked
except for a pair of boxers.

I climbed on the bed next to her, and took her in my arms. I

kissed her, and she squirmed underneath me. "Unwrap your prize, handsome.
You've earned it."

I leaned over her nearest "Kiss", examining the

external package. It was twisted around her tit. I pulled the aluminum foil
open and saw the inside was covered with a light silvery cloth, like her
panties. I twisted it open, and the top of her tit appeared, her nipple hard. I
leaned in for a quick taste.

"Do you like this brand?" she asked.

"More than anything," I admitted, sucking her

nipple.

I pulled it completely opened, but the material stuck to

her. "Gentle," she said softly.

I saw that she had taped down the inside around her tit. I

carefully peeled it away, until she was completely exposed. I took her tit in
my hand, cupping it, squeezing it softly. It was bigger than I had expected,
even with the numerous flashes of cleavage I'd seen.

I toyed with my unexpected gift, feeling her wriggle and

gasp. "The other, one," she said after a bit. "Please, open your
other one."

I knew better what to expect, and opened it slowly, enjoying

the gradual exposure. I peeled the foil back, exposing her tit completely, the
foil a teasing corona around her perfect tit. I sucked and chewed on it, taking
it in both hands, forming a cone, which I nibbled the top of.

She was tensing up, and I could feel the awkwardness.

"What's wrong, beautiful?"

"The foil. Either put it on the other one, or take it

off."

I understood. Uneven, I couldn't leave it uneven for too

long. I peeled away the foil. I took the white cloth strip, and saw the
carefully lettered "Kisses". I straightened it out and laid it across
her belly. I rolled the foil into a neat ball, like she always did. I did the
same with the other foil, which I'd originally just tossed to the side. With
two pieces of cloth crossing her smooth stomach, I stood. "Garbage
can?" I asked.

She smiled. "Behind the door."

I closed the door a little, and took the top off the garbage

can. I ostentatiously deposited the two balls of foil inside, and closed the
lid. She watched me, smiling.

"You are observant, aren't you?" she said.

"Especially when it comes to you. You're definitely

worth watching."

She leaned back in the bed, stacking the pillows behind her

head, three high. She parted her legs. "I've got one last Kiss for you. Do
I get to see you eat it?"

I climbed between her legs, and eased the shiny panties down

her thighs. I lifted her legs, pulling them together, and slid the panties off
the rest of the way.

I opened her legs up, brining my face down between them. She

had another one of those white cloth strips coming out of her. I gave a gentle
tug on it, and she moaned softly. "Open me, Zach."

I gave another tug, feeling a little resistance. She was

wet, soaking, so that couldn't be the problem. I licked the top of her opening,
teasing her, as I gave a series of little tugs. I was making progress, slowly.
Another long slow tug, and she was moaning.

"All the way, Zach," she whispered.

It was stuck, and with a firm pull, I saw why. I saw the top

of a large silver object, and had a good idea what it was. "Your
Kiss," she moaned, as I tugged on the cloth.

It was larger than I imagine could be comfortable. I tugged,

and exposed half of it, but couldn't get it to move. I slid my finger inside of
her, feeling the outline. It had to be close to two inches across. I reached
under the edge of it, pulling it outward, tugging on the cloth strip, opening
her. She moaned deeply, squirming, as the entire silver kiss was slowly
exposed. It was almost free, spreading her wide. She whimpered softly, and it
popped free, sliding out suddenly.

She gasped, moaning when I brought my mouth down and sucked

on her. I licked inside of her, feeling her velvety smoothness. She smelled and
tasted of chocolate. I couldn't get enough of her. I groaned.

"Chocolate Delight," she said softly. "Is

it?"

"Is it what?" I asked.

"A chocolate delight. Is it?"

"God yes," I replied, going back down on her.

I lifted her legs up, her thighs over my shoulders, and

licked her deeply before sucking on her chocolate flavored clit as if my life
depended on it. She was trembling beautifully.

"Eat your special kiss, baby," she whispered,

pulling my head down between her legs.

I teased her, feeling inside of her, exploring her warm

chamber. "Up," she whispered softly.

I raised my head, and she reached down between her legs. I

watched her insert a chocolate kiss inside of her. I reached inside of her
cunt, pulling it slowly out, holding it at her entrance with my finger, while I
licked and sucked on it, feeling it melt and dissolve. When it was half gone, I
sucked it out, tasting her juices.

I climbed up her body, pressing my lips against hers, my

chocolate coated tongue piercing her lips. She sucked on my tongue, hard,
pulling on it.

"My turn?" she whispered, smiling.

I nodded and she rolled me onto my back, climbing off the

bed. "Take those off," she said, "and get in the middle,
please."

I removed my boxers, and scooted over. She climbed between

my legs, and I saw she had a bottle in her hand. She held it over my cock, and
poured some of the contents on me. It was smooth and slippery.

"Chocolate lube," she teased, running her tongue

around my cock, licking me, spreading the lube around uniformly. She sucked on
the head. "Mmm, you taste amazing, Zach."

I chuckled. "You too, Bree."

I groaned when she wasted no time, taking me deep in her

mouth, sucking strongly. She bobbed her head up and down, her hand playing with
my balls, fondling them. "Jesus, that feels good," I told her.

She sat up smiling. "I want it to feel wonderful. I may

be a pain in the ass most of the time, but if you can put up with me, I think
you're going to find I'm worth it. I'm going to be the best damned girlfriend
anyone's ever had."

She straddled my legs, rubbing against my cock. She held it

against her cunt, grinding against it. She lifted her hips up, holding my cock upright
underneath her. She rubbed the head against her lips, opening herself. "Am
I your girlfriend, Zach?"

"For as long as you'll have me," I told her.

"Best damned girlfriend in the world? I'll be damned if I'm going to let
you get away."

"Ready to find out just one of the reasons I'll be the

best girlfriend ever?"

I nodded, and groaned as she slid down my pole, ever so

slowly, taking my entire length. "God, Zach, you feel so good inside of
me."

"You feel incredible."

"Your three special kisses, yours whenever you want. As

much as you want. My gift to you for as long as you'll take care of me."

"Take care of you?" I gasped, as she slid up and

down my cock once, wiggling, taking it as deep as she could.

"Yes, take care of me. I need a strong man, and someone

who understands me. Can you be that man, Zach. For me?"

I nodded. "I'd love to be that man for you."

She smiled, giving me another short ride up and down.

"When things get stressful, I can be a handful. Sometimes I completely
shut down, useless. You'll take care of me then, won't you? Take me somewhere
safe, comfortable. Hold me until everything's livable again."

I pulled her down and hugged her. "I'll take care of

you."

She chuckled, rolling her hips, rocking back against my

hardness. "Then I'll take care of you. The very best I can."

She rose up, her hands on my chest, leaning over me.

"Now be quiet, while I give you your gift."

I moaned as she positioned her feet at my sides, lifting her

hips up and then bringing them down quickly, impaling herself. She grunted at
the bottom, then lifted up and drove down again. She rode me hard, working at
it, pounding away on my hard staff. I reached down and held her hips while I
thrust against her.

Briana was breathing hard, fucking me. I watched her,

enthralled. Her full tits shaking with each thrust, her beautiful face a
picture of concentration, her lips open, gasping for air. Her smooth legs open
wide, giving me a clear view of her sexy cunt, as my hard cock disappeared
inside of her.

"I'm going to come for you," I gasped.

"Thank you," she whispered, leaning down on top of

me, lifting her ass up. I grabbed her hips, pounding up into her. Close, very
close.

"Take it," she moaned sweetly. "It's yours,

baby."

I hammered into her, as fast and hard as I could, groaning.

"Fuck!" I gasped, pulling her down for my final release.

She whimpered sweetly, as I filled her sweet cunt, pushing

into her deeply, releasing stream after stream deep inside.

I held her, breathing hard, reveling in the sensation of her

naked body pressed against mine.

I felt her tense up after a minute or so of delightful

repose. "That was amazing," I told her. "Everything Okay?"

She nodded. "Wonderful. But I need to clean up now,

alright?"

"Of course."

She moved down my body, licking my chest. "You sure you

don't mind?"

"Whatever you need, Bree."

She smiled, then scooted downward, until her mouth was over

my crotch. She inched downward, peeking up at me, before she started licking
the base of my cock, her tongue slowly moving upward, cleaning me. She sucked
me briefly, taking all of my flaccid tool into her mouth, tugging on it, until
it started to harden.

She took her time, meticulous, until I was as clean as

possible.

"Better?" I asked.

She nodded. "Much. Not perfect, but better."

"What would make it perfect?" I asked.

She blushed. "I can't say, it's embarrassing."

I pulled her up onto me, getting a cute little squeal for

the effort. "Spill, angel. Openness, remember? I need to know."

Her face was bright red, as she looked into my eyes.

"I'm still dirty."

She looked nervous, the expression on my face probably not

helping matters. She kissed me on the chin. "I'm sorry. I told you I was
difficult. I can bathe."

In for a penny, in for a pound. "I'll take care of

you," I told her.

She smiled, her face lighting up. "You don't

mind?"

I gave her a twisted little grin. "Not something I ever

imagined doing, but I'm willing, for you."

She sat up. "Wait." She rose up on her feet,

squatting over my hips. She screwed up her face a moment, and I saw my juices
leaking out of her. She gave it a few more seconds, then scrambled down the bed
and licked me clean again. When she was finished, she smiled up at me.

She laid down on her back, opening her legs, her head

hanging over the edge of the bed. She reached between her legs, and brought her
hand back to her mouth. She licked her fingers and did it twice more.
"Your turn," she said softly.

I moved in place, tentatively running my tongue through her

pink groove. The taste wasn't terrible. Still a hint of the chocolate lube. I
licked her carefully, and she moaned, gasping. "Clean me, Zach."

I sucked on her swollen nub, licking her, feeling her tense

up. "Ok?" I asked.

"Wonderful," she moaned. "Don't stop."

Her legs were trembling delightfully. I licked her, until it

was only her juices I could taste. She cried out for me, squeezing her legs
around my head. I turned my head, biting down on her sensitive inner thigh,
making her scream, her hips thrusting upward desperately.

I pulled her legs open, roughly, dragging her up onto the

bed. She was gasping, moaning so sweetly. Absolutely irresistible.

I was hard again, between her oral ministrations, and her

reaction to mine. I held her legs open and thrust into her, making her cry out.
I pounded into her, desperate for the feel of her around my cock.

Briana pulled her legs back, opening herself. "Yours,

always yours," she gasped, before throwing her head back and screaming,
coming hard on my cock.

I rose up on my knees, pressing her legs back further,

thrusting into her. She moaned, her body shaking. I thought I'd come quickly
but I didn't feel the urge. Not yet. There was so much I wanted to do with her.
To her.

I pulled out, grabbing her and flipping her over, lifting

her hips. She pulled her knees underneath her, lifting her sweet ass.

"Cleaning time," I said, licking her from her

swollen clit, up across her back door, probing her with my tongue.

She chuckled. "That's not for you. Not yet."

"Not yet?"

"I'm saving that for my husband."

"Good. It'll make it that more special when we do

it."

"When We do it?" she laughed.

"Someday." I moved in behind her, thrusting into

my third Kiss, looking forward to the day she'd offer me the fourth one. But
this one was more than enough for now.

She moaned, thrusting back against me. I grabbed her cute

ass cheeks, holding them tightly while I long-stroked her, amazed at how
wonderful it felt. I made her come for me twice more before I couldn't hold
back any longer.

I didn't warn her. I pulled her back and jammed myself deep,

erupting with a groan, hammering my release into her. She dropped her head to
the bed, groaning. "Yes, yes," she whispered.

I pulled out and collapsed backward onto the bed. She turned

around, smiling. "Bad boy. Now we have to clean up all over again."

I brushed her hair back, watching her lick and suck me

clean. She scurried forward, squatting over me, and pushing out what she could
of my latest gift, before turning around and licking me clean again.

I lifted her legs around my head, lowering her over my mouth

into 69. I was less fastidious this time, not all that worried about a little
taste of myself, not as disgusted as I thought I might be. She whimpered,
spreading her legs wide, her weight resting against my mouth. "That's
it," she moaned, trembling.

When she was happy, she turned around and laid down on top

of me. She pressed her lips against mine, nibbling on my lips, rubbing her
tongue against my teeth, exploring my mouth. She giggled, and crawled off of
me, reaching into her bedside drawer. She returned quickly, climbing back on
top of me. She sat up, and put her hand to my mouth. "Kissy lips,"
she said.

I puckered my lips for her, and she grinned. She opened her

other hand and pulled out an M&M, placing it on my lips. "Hold it
there."

I felt funny, my lips pushed forward, a light pink M&M,

sitting on them.

"My secret stash." She leaned forward and sucked

up the one on my lips.

"Not bad," she said. "I think we can do

better. Sit up."

She scooted down to my thighs, and I sat up, facing her. She

wiggled closer. "Tongue."

I grinned and opened my mouth, extending my tongue. She

placed an M&M on it.

"Feed me, Zach."

I pulled my tongue in, leaning forward and pressing my lips

against hers. I opened my mouth, my tongue still. She waited a moment, before her
tongue entered my mouth, searching. She found her prize, and worked it forward,
out of my mouth and into hers.

She pulled away with a smile. "Much better." She

gave me a quick peck on the lips. "I have three of these each night, at
bedtime. Will you feed them to me like that, Zach?"

"Every night?"

She nodded. "I can't get to sleep anymore, if I don't

have all three."

I pulled her close, my arms around her waist. "I'd love

to."

"Stay with me tonight?" she asked, softly, staring

into my eyes.

"Will that be Okay? A stranger in your bed while you

sleep."

She giggled. "First, I hope you're not a stranger.

Second, we'll make it work somehow. We'll find what I'm comfortable with. It
may take a while, and I might wake up terrified and screaming. You'll take care
of me won't you?"

"Always. I promise."

"No argument then." She leaned over and placed one

last M&M on the bedside, nudging it with her finger until she found the
place that felt right to her.

"You don't want to finish it?" I asked, surprised.

"Of course, silly. But I eat the last one right before

I go to sleep. I jill myself off, holding the others in my mouth until I come.
I don't think I'll have to do that anymore."

"Maybe a few times more, I'd love to see that."

"You're a naughty boy, aren't you?" she teased.

"I guess so. I want to be very naughty with you."

She got up, heading into the bathroom. I heard her running

the water in the tub. She returned to me a moment later. "Sorry. I don't
know why I had to do that."

"It's Okay. Can I bathe with you?"

"You better. Someone's got to wash my back."

We cuddled, and talked about the trick-or-treating and her

favorite costumes while the tub filled. We took a leisurely bath. I sat behind
her, washing her, cuddling her, playing with her tits, until she was comfortable.
We dried off, and she gave me a toothbrush, so we could both freshen up.

"Change the sheets?" I asked.

"After."

"After?"

"One more time, if you don't mind."

"I don't mind."

It was beautiful. She brought me to hardness with her

teasing mouth, and we made love, lying on top of her, thrusting inside of her
for an eternity, slow and gentle.

She was getting antsy. She scrunched her face up. "God,

not now," she moaned.

"What's wrong, Bree?"

She sighed. "Give me a minute?"

"Of course."

"I love what we're doing. I do. I swear, it's

wonderful. It's not you."

"What?"

She wriggled out from under me, and ran out of the room.

Shit.

She returned in a moment, obviously uncomfortable. Her hands

were behind her back, and she was practically dancing in place.

"Come to bed," I urged her.

"It won't always be like this," she said

nervously.

"What? Don't worry, whatever it is. I'll deal with

it."

She shook her head. "I know it's weird. I'm going to

freak you out."

I smiled. "No you won't. Come to me, and we'll work it

out, I promise."

"You promise?"

"Cross my heart and hope to die." I crossed my

heart with my left hand, my right keeping me ready to get back inside of her.

She brought her hands out from behind her back, shyly waving

her cell phone. She climbed into the bed, adjusting the pillows fastidiously,
then laying back into them. "Love me, Zach."

I kissed her softly, rubbing my cock between her legs,

entering her gently. She nodded, anxious. "Deeper, and keep going, no
matter what."

I leaned over her, pushing all the way in and long-stroked

her.

She blushed, lifting the phone and entering a number.

"Mom? It's me," she said, sighing and sinking back

into the pillows. Her legs relaxed, opening for me.

"Calm down, Mom. It's good. Everything's good. I

promise."

"Stop it. You didn't ruin everything. Trust me Mom.

It's wonderful."

"Yes, the costume was a hit. He loved it. All of

it...Yes, that part especially."

"He's still here...Yes...Yes, in the bed with

me...Inside of me if you really need to know."

Freaky. She was right. Beyond weird.

"Just a sec, Mom." She pulled the phone away from

her ear. "Are you Okay? Is this too much?" she asked nervously.

"It's weird," I confessed.

She nodded. "I know. I'm so sorry. I...I had to call

her."

I leaned down and kissed her softly. "Whatever you

need, Bree. Whatever."

She smiled weakly, her eyes moist. "Thank you. I...if

it's too much, I don't have to finish the call right now. She'll be alright
now."

She had that nervous look again, her hand holding the phone

trembling.

I reached down and gave her tits a squeeze, then pushed my

cock into her hard and deep, making her moan. "Go ahead. Finish your call.
I think I can find something to keep me busy."

She grinned, lifting the phone, "One more sec, Mom. I

swear."

She beckoned me down for a kiss, and I obeyed, letting her

thank me. "You are the best, Zach. God, I can't believe how wonderful you
are. I love you, baby."

She brought the phone to her ear. "I'm back. Sorry. I

had to make sure everything's Okay."

She laughed, "Yes. And it's perfect. What do you

think?" She lowered the phone, and held it down where I was connected to
her. "Hard, Zach," she said.

I jackhammered her tight little hole, making her writhe

beneath me. She whimpered sweetly. "Harder," she gasped.

I pushed her legs back, slamming into her, watching her

tense up. The good tensing. She cried out, her body spasming underneath me.

She gasped, easing back into the sheets, and moaning

sweetly. She closed her eyes, and brought the phone back to her ear. "Now
do you believe me?"

She laughed, blowing me a kiss. "Number three. First

two inside."

I enjoyed her, using her for my pleasure, while I listened

to a blow-by-blow of her evening. She moved easily when I needed her to,
rolling onto her side, even getting up on her knees for me.

She was grunting while I fucked her hard from behind,

talking about our bath together.

"Uh-huh. Doggy. So good, Mom. I think he's going to

make me come again."

"How many? I don't know. Tons. He presses all my

buttons. Oh!" she gasped. "Mom, I'm close. So close, he has me on
edge." She moaned, pushing back against me. "Not now, Mom. Gimme a
sec."

She put the phone down, "My bottom, Zach. Tease

it."

I laughed, sucking on my thumb before rubbing it against her

pucker. She groaned, and cried out, coming hard, when I slid it inside her.

"God, Mom. That was a big one. Huge. Did you hear

it?"

"Jesus, Mom! Was that Dad?"

"Fuck!" she groaned, trembling. She looked back at

me. "Speaker-phone."

I slowed down, pushing deep, chuckling. What the fuck was I

getting into to?

"Hi Dad...Yes, it's been a great evening...No, it's

Okay, I just wasn't expecting it."

She turned to me. "Please don't stop, Zach."

"I need to slow down, or I'm going to come soon."

She nodded. "Ok. Let me now when you need to finish."

She turned back to the phone. "Mom, you still

there?"

"Umm hmm. Still doggy...You too?"

Fuck.

"No, he doesn't mind...A little freaked out of course,

at first...If so, it doesn't show. Hard as steel, and ready to come soon."

"No...No Mom...That's too much."

She sighed, "Fine, I'll ask, Dad. I know, I know."

She looked back at me. "Mom wants to say hi. You don't

have to."

I reached out and she handed me the phone, looking anxious.

"Zach?"

"Hi Angela. Timing's a little weird."

"Is it good? Is everything Okay?" she asked

nervously.

"Wonderful. Not in any way normal, but that's Okay.

She's worth it."

I heard her moan on the other end of the phone. "I'm

sorry," she gasped. "I had to hear it from your lips. I'm so sorry.
Don't be mad at her."

"It's Okay, Angie. I don't mind."

She moaned again. "Is it a little exciting? I'm getting

off over here, getting it just like she is. I'm so fucking hot right now. Does
it bother you to know your girlfriend's mother is a dirty little slut?"

"No, it doesn't bother me. And yes, it is

exciting." I pulled the phone away from my head, scanning the screen. I
pressed speaker-phone.

"Tell him, Brian. Tell him what I am."

Briana's father's voice came out loud and clear. "Damn

it, Angie. I asked you to leave me out of it. The poor boy's going to freak for
sure."

"Not yet, Brian." I said loudly. "You're on

speaker."

I heard him chuckle. "Sorry about this. I tried to warn

you. More than a handful. Both of them. High stress evening."

"Worth it though," I told him, lazily fucking his

daughter.

"Tell him, Brian," Angela whined.

"She's a nasty little slut. Dirty little cum-bucket.

Made me fuck her hard, while she listened to her naughty little daughter. By
the way, anytime you want to change position, I'm up for it. Old knees."

I laughed. "Cowgirl."

"Giddy-up," he chuckled.

I pulled out lying on my back, scooting into the center of

the bed when Briana gave me a nudge.

"You there, son?" I heard Brian ask.

"Almost. Got to be positioned just right, you

know."

"Don't I know it. Dead center, two pillows."

"Two pillows? She hasn't bothered me about that. Oh,

shit that's good," I moaned as Briana settled over my cock.

"Fuck his brains out," Angela said. "Like

this."

I almost laughed, when I heard Brian's moan. Almost, until

Briana started riding me hard.

"Like this, Momma?" Briana asked.

"That's it baby. Show him. Show him you're worth it.

Worth all of this."

"So worth it," I groaned.

"Good, Zach?" her mother gasped.

"Great."

"Can you come for her? Come for us? I need it,

baby," Angela moaned.

"Soon, I'm close. Really close."

"You too, Dad?" Briana managed to ask, somehow.

"Yes, angel. Your Mom has me on edge."

Briana looked at me. "Come for me Zach. Let me know

when you're going to come."

"Just...a little...more," I gasped, thrusting

upward.

"That's it Zach. You're going to make us both

come," Angela moaned.

"Now!" I gasped, reaching for her. In one fast

move she bounced off of me, taking me in her mouth, her head bobbing fast.

"FUCK!" I grunted, "Take it," I growled,

exploding in her mouth. I hear an echo of my own groan on the other end of the
phone, and Angela screamed out her daughter's name.

I looked down and Briana had stopped moving, her hands

between her legs, as her entire body shook. I thrust my cock between her lips,
making her gag, as I finished coming.

I groaned, twitching as her mouth resumed its sucking,

draining me.

"Did you make it, honey?" Angela asked.

Briana lifted her head, licking her lips. "Big time,

Mom. With his cock in my mouth. You?"

"Amazing, sweetie. Thank you for calling. We were so

nervous for you."

She was licking my cock, teasingly. She climbed up my body,

picking up the phone from beside us, where it had fallen. "I know, Mom.
It's why I called. I could tell."

"I'm sorry, honey. I tried to be good and

patient."

"It's Okay, Mom. It worked out. I don't think Zach

minded at all. Did you Zach?"

"No. I didn't mind. Whatever you need. I promised,

didn't I?"

She nodded, crawling up my body, and lying atop me, getting

comfortable. "Some boys don't keep their promises. It's going to be
difficult sometimes."

"But always worth it," Brian called out.

"I bet. Sounds like you've got a handful over

there," I teased.

"No shit. Hottest cunt in three states. I hope yours is

half as good."

"Dad!" Briana whined.

"Unbelievable. I didn't know it could be like

this," I confessed.

Briana gave me a quick kiss. "We're going to go now,

Okay Mom?"

"Alright. I'm fine now." She giggled. "More

than fine. I really am sorry, baby. I didn't want to interfere."

"You can interfere whenever you need to Angela. A

little phone call isn't going to scare me away."

"Goodnight, Zach. Night baby. Treat him good. He's a

keeper," Brian said.

"I will Dad. I'm lucky. I know a good man when I see

one. I've had a great example," Briana said. "G'night, Mom."

"Goodnight Bree," Angela said. "You too Zach.

I can't thank you enough. I owe you one. A big one. I always pay my
debts."

"Enough, Angela. No teasing. Leave the boy alone. It's

his first night with her, damn it."

"Yes, dear. You're right. But you know I pay my debts.

Always."

"Goodnight kids," Brian said. "I'm hanging up

now."

Briana took the phone, turned it off and put it beside the

bed. "Change the sheets," she said, climbing off me.

I pulled off the old ones while she got the new set. She had

to make the bed completely, including putting the pillows back in place, before
she was happy. She stepped back, looking at the bed, smiling. "It looks so
neat and innocent."

I nodded. "Hard to tell I spent the greatest evening of

my life in it."

"Was it? The greatest? Not too weird?" she asked

anxiously, walking to me and taking me by the hand. She drew me toward the
bathroom.

"Best ever. Very weird, but I'm not complaining. Even

good."

She laughed. "Sorry about Mom. She gets like that."

"You seemed like you knew she was bothered."

"I always know. Don't know why. That's part of our

problem. I know when she's stressed out, and she knows when I'm all tied up in
knots. It doesn't make this any easier."

She gave my hips a nudge with hers, laying a nice even line

of toothpaste on her brush before passing it to me. We brushed our teeth
together, sharing the sink. She poured a half-inch of mouthwash into a dixie
cup and passed it to me, before getting one herself. I gargled, and rinsed. I
moved behind her, giving her a hug.

Briana took a brush, and gave her hair a quick pass.

"Presentable?"

I laughed. "Gorgeous."

She gave me a quick kiss, which evolved into something more.

I lifted her into my arms, and she laughed, hugging me. "I'm yours, handsome.
Take me to bed, or lose me forever."

We climbed into bed, and cuddled. She was half asleep when

she bolted upright. She scrambled to the side, and returned with an M&M.
"Feed me?"

I curled my tongue, and put it in the middle, then slid it

into her mouth. She sucked on it gently, dragging her teeth across it,
recovering her precious M&M. She settled right down afterward, cuddling up
to me in a lover's embrace, her head on my shoulder, her leg draped over mine.
I reached down and fondled her sweet ass.

"Me too," she said softly.

"Me too, what?"

"Best night ever. You know it's only going to get

better."

"I don't know how."

She chuckled. "That's my job. You'll take care of me,

right?"

"Always."

"Thank you. I love you, Zach. I know it's too early to say

it, but I have too, you understand? I love you. I hope that doesn't scare you
away," she said anxiously, clinging to me.

"No. It doesn't scare me at all. I love you too."

She relaxed, kissing my chest. "You can take me in the

night if you want. It would be nice if you finished in my mouth, though."

"You'd want that?" I asked, surprised.

"The loving or the mouth?"

"Either."

"Of course. You can make love to me anytime you want.

I'm yours now, Zach. Heart, body and soul."

"And the mouth?"

"Less cleaning. I like the cleaning, don't get me

wrong, but I don't want to change the sheets in the middle of the night."

"I'm probably going to take you up on that."

"Good."

She drifted off in my arms, and I kissed the top of her

head. Weird. No two ways about it.

She woke twice in the night, all worked up, and I settled

her down each time, holding her, caressing her. I woke up on my own at one
point, her cushiony bottom pressed against me. I had an erection, and
desperately wanted to put it to use, but I was worried about her reaction, in
spite of her words. Not worried enough to stop me from opening her legs and
taking her from behind. She moaned sweetly, while I used her, surprised at how
quickly I was reaching my point of no return. When I was at my limit, I climbed
over her, and up the bed. Her eyes were closed but she smiled and opened her
mouth. I slid my cock between her lips stroking myself. She sucked gently,
until I came for her. She took it all gamely, sucking me dry. I let her suck me
longer than I needed, watching her, enthralled.

When I pulled out, she pouted. "A little more,"

she whispered.

I eased my cock back into her mouth, a little uncomfortable

holding the position. She suckled easily, slowly, until her breathing changed
and her mouth relaxed, holding me. I brushed her hair back, and extracted
myself from her lax mouth. She was asleep again.

I climbed behind her, pulling her close, spooning her.

Amazing night. I fondled her soft naked body, feeling her

press back against me in her sleep.

Three days without kisses and one kidnapped M&M, three

weeks ago. That was all it took. I owed Red a big thank you.

 Based on a post by Tx Tall Tales for Literotica.

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