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From downstairs, I hear voices. Oh God, I hope Daniel's not waiting to see if I want to go back out. I pad down the carpeted stairway, and the hall and living room are dark. I see a dim light coming from the den off of the kitchen. I tiptoe quietly across the kitchen linoleum, noticing a couple of half-empty wine glasses, and an empty bottle of pinot noir on the table. The door to the den is ajar, and my mom’s back is to me. I can’t see Daniel’s face because my mom is kneeling in front of him as he reclines on the couch. I can see that his tuxedo trousers are down around his ankles.
As my mom moves, I get a glimpse of Daniel’s face. His eyes are closed and his mouth is slightly open and he keeps rolling his tongue over his parted lips. My mom’s one hand is wrapped around his erection, making a fist, and sliding it up and down, while her other hand is down her own panties. I want to look away, but I can’t. I want to wake up from this dream, but I can’t. I close my eyes for a second trying to grip the reality, if there is one.
I hear a soft moan escape from Daniel. I open my eyes and see my mom taking the full length of his erection into her mouth. Daniel's hips start moving, first in a circular motion, then thrusting his pelvis back and forth, back and forth. His face is flushed. My mom continues sucking his dick, drawing it in and out of her mouth with her right hand. She scoots closer inside his outspread legs; she places each of her forearms under one of his muscular thighs, drawing him up even closer. His erection needs no help. Her mouth continues to cover his dick, sliding up and down the full length, licking then sucking alternately. Daniel’s breath is ragged as he moans, swiveling his hips around and around.
“Does Tylar do this for you, baby? It’s okay, you can tell me.”
“No, ma’am—I mean no, Maggie, I swear,” he breathes.
“You certainly have a nice cock, Daniel.” My mom shifts around to face him. “As much I like what I'm doing to it right now, I'd like to see what it feels like inside of me. How do you feel about that?”
“I think I’d like that, too, Maggie.”
Mom shrugs off her black nightie and panties. She leans down and removes Daniel’s shoes and socks, pulling off his trousers, and tossing them aside. Daniel’s tie is already off, and he peels off the shirt, tossing it in the pile with the rest of their clothes. I see my clutch purse next to the pile of clothes. Mom reaches for it, opens the flap, and removes the condoms she gave me before prom.
“It’s a shame letting these perfectly good condoms go to waste, don’t you think Daniel?” she giggles, tossing one over to him. He catches it and smiles at her.
“Come here,” he whispers, grabbing her arm and lifting her onto his lap. He enfolds her in his strong arms, pulling her closer so that their faces are nearly touching. They kiss, long and passionately. I know what that feels like. He bends down and suckles one breast. He lifts her off of him, gently pressing her down into the couch. His cock is erect and ready. He bites the corner off of the foil condom wrapper and spits it out, removing the ring from its package. My mom stops him.
“Here, let me, baby,” she says. Daniel watches as my mom expertly rolls the condom onto the full length of his hardness. Mom lies back against the cushions, propping a pillow underneath her hips. He lowers himself down, slowly pressing his protected erection into her. He positions his arms underneath her shoulders and once again searches for her mouth with his own. He presses his full length firmly into her. Mom moans with pleasure.
“You’ve done this before Daniel, I can tell,” she purrs at him as he continues sliding his dick in and out of her, his tight buttocks now going in circular motions.
“Not with anyone you know Maggie,” he says, his tongue now tracing along her neck. His mouth moves to her lips, plunging and thrusting his tongue into her mouth. My mom giggles, and rakes her nails gently over his bare, humping buttocks. “There’s just one thing you have to promise me, Daniel, or this stops now.”
Daniel slows his thrusting, and props himself up on an elbow, peering at her quizzically. “Tell me what you want, Maggie; tell me what I need to promise,” he whispers.
“I’ve decided that I want you for myself. You can never fuck Tylar if you want to finish fucking me here and now. Do you understand? I won’t share you with my daughter. I want you again after tonight.”
“Oh, Maggie,” Daniel whispers huskily, pressing into her, “you have my promise. You're the one I want to fuck.”
They continue on; I'm horrified as I watch every time Daniel plunges himself into her.
“Oh yeah, baby,” Daniel groans, increasing his rhythm. Mom moans loudly, grabbing his hair.
“Ahh—oh, God, that’s it baby, that's my spot, don’t stop… fuck me there, keep fucking me there…that’s my baby…that's my sweet, sweet baby,—.” She visibly shudders and her legs go limp as she moans, kissing his shoulders, his neck and his mouth. Her body is flushed pink. She pushes him back from her, his glistening cock slides out, still hard.
At that moment her eyes lock with mine. She knows I've been watching. She's delighted with the show she has provided me. She smiles knowingly at me for a brief second, and then turns her attention back to Daniel.
“Try me from behind, sweetie that will get you off,” she instructs. She tilts her butt upward to allow Daniel access to her. Daniel is ringing with sweat; his erection is still full and hard. He gently guides his cock back inside of her with his right hand, exhaling deeply as he does. Once planted firmly inside of her, he grabsboth of her butt checks and soon he is ramming her with a vengeance. He moans loudly getting his release, and then collapses back, pulling her on top of him, kissing her face.
“What a fuck,” he breathes heavily into her ear. The picture is freeze-framed.
“No! No! No!” I shriek. “How could you do that? Daniel's my boyfriend! He's nothing to you, Mom!"
Someone comes up to me and gently shakes my shoulder. Who's here with me? Who else is in this fucked-up dream? I feel sick again. My throat burns like I swallowed acid. I feel myself thrashing around; trying to find them again in this dream so I can slap my mom and call her a whore. But someone holds onto me, cradling me against a strong chest. I feel a heartbeat. Someone's calling my name gently. The voice sounds like it's coming from a tunnel outside of my dream.
“Leave me alone!” I scream. “She's gotta hear what I hafta say to her!"
Sobs consume my body. My cheeks are hot and wet. Don’t you get it?” I cry, pushing against the arms that hold me tightly. “Daniel's mine…he's supposed to be…mine.”
I was once again blessed with blackness. The freeze-frame picture disappeared to nothingness. Sometime later, my eyes fluttered open. As they adjusted to the light, I realized that I wasn't in my bed at my cottage.
“Tylar,” a soft, familiar voice said, “you're in the hospital. Do you remember what happened? You may not remember, but you're going to be fine, okay?”
My eyes searched the room. Then I saw him. Trey. He was standing at the end of my bed, and his sapphire blue eyes reflected fatigue and worry. He smiled, his dimple appearing briefly. My throat hurt so much I was afraid to speak. I had all kinds of tubes on me. Something was dripping into me from an IV that connected to the back of my hand. A woman I didn’t recognize rose from a chair in the corner and stood next to Trey.
“Trey,” she said, “she’s awake now. She’s okay. Don’t you think you need to get home and get some rest, maybe change your clothes, get something to eat? The doctor says she’s stable.”
