by ANDREA SMITH
“See this way, we make sure that condom is on to stay,” she explains.
“You remember that now should you ever fuck my daughter, you hear? I’m not ready to be a grandma yet, and I sure as hell am not looking to give Tylar a baby brother or sister right now!”
Daniel laughs nervously and peers down as my mom expertly rolls the condom onto the full length of his erect penis. She checks to make sure that the reservoir is properly positioned to receive his ejaculation. Task finished, Mom lies back against the cushions, propping one of the toss pillows underneath her hips.
Daniel needs no further encouragement. He lowers himself down, pressing his protected erection into her slowly; positioning his arms underneath her shoulders, and once again searches for her mouth with his own.
He presses firmly into her his full length. Mom moans with pleasure. He then withdraws his penis slowly, and presses it back into her again. He repeats this over and over and over. It seems to go on for an eternity. Mom moans each time he enters her, clasping her arms around his back tightly. I can hear a wet, sucking sound each time he moves in and out of her.
“You’ve done this before Daniel I can tell,” she purrs at him as he continues sliding his penis in and out of her, his tight buttocks now going in circular motions.
“Not with anyone you know Maggie,” he says, his tongue now making traces along her neck.“And certainly, not with anyone with a cunt as sweet as yours.”
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. He is still moving his hips in slow circles, drawing his penis in and out of her. He takes his left hand and caresses her face with it, moving a stray lock of her hair away from her mouth so he can kiss her. He tugs at her lower lip which is in a pout gently with his teeth. The rhythm of their sex does not stop.
“Tell me what you want, Maggie; tell me what I need to promise.”
“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 to continue fucking you after tonight.”
“Oh, Maggie,” Daniel whispers huskily, shifting his hips slightly, “You have my promise. Please, don’t worry about that, okay? You are the one that I want to fuck. Only you.”
Mom smiles shyly up at him and pulls his face down to hers; they kiss tenderly their tongues thoroughly exploring each other’s mouth. Daniel encircles her with both of his arms, and continues to gently rock in and out of her. He raises his arms up and lifts himself up over her. They both watch as his penis slides in and out... Mom mewls and whimpers biting into his shoulder; her head thrashes from side to side.
Suddenly, she raises her legs up, wrapping them around Daniel’s bare back, pulling him back down so that his weight is fully on top of her. She plants her feet into his buttocks, kneading his flesh with them. This causes Daniel to thrust harder and more rhythmically in and out of her. The wet, smacking sound gets louder and louder.
“Oh, baby,” Mom moans, biting her lower lip, “I am so wet and so loving this.”
Daniel continues to thrust in and out with precision. I can see beads of sweat form on his well-muscled back. My mom’s long fingernails are lightly caressing his back in a circular motion, then move down to join her feet on his buttocks firmly, pulling him even deeper inside of her. She continues squeezing his buttocks, kneading them with her fists and her feet.
“Oh sweet baby,” she breathes raggedly, “I’m getting to come, you are fucking me so good. I need to come Daniel, is that okay, baby? Can I come?”
“Oh yeah, baby,” Daniel groans, licking her face and increasing his rhythm.
Mom moans loudly, moving her hands up to grab his hair, pressing herself into him and locking her legs around him like a vice grip.
“Ahh, oh, God, that’s it baby, that is my spot, don’t stop; fuck me there, keep fucking me there . . . that’s my baby . . . that is my sweet, sweet baby, ohh...”
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 penis slides out, still hard.
It is then her eyes lock with mine. She knows I have been here all of this time. She is 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 it from behind, sweetie that will get your nut.” she instructs.
She turns around, getting on her hands and knees. She tilts her butt upward to allow Daniel access to her vagina. Daniel is ringing with sweat, but his erection is still full and hard. He gently guides his penis back inside of Mom with his right hand, exhaling deeply as he does. Once planted firmly inside of her, he grabs both of her butt checks and increases his in- and- out rhythm steadily.
Soon he is slamming in and out of her with a vengeance. His eyes are tightly shut. His jaw clenches as he continues to rock back and forth, sliding in and out.
Finally, a low groan escapes his lips and his pumping speeds up for several minutes. Mom lets out a series of guttural moans. Daniel moans loudly then collapses against her, relaxed after finally getting his release. He wipes the sweat from his brow. His breathing continues to be ragged and shallow. He kisses her buttocks and back. He massages her with both of his hands and gives one final shudder. He has emptied himself inside of her.
“What a fuck,” he sighs; still breathing heavily.
He pushes his hair back from his forehead. He is panting from all of the exertion, wiping the sweat off of his face.
“It’s the least I can do, baby, since my daughter totally screwed up your prom.”
Daniel withdraws his penis slowly; as promised, the condom is still intact. He removes it, tying off the end, tossing it over on top of his tuxedo. My mom giggles and snuggles up to Daniel as if she is his girlfriend.
“We still have one more condom,” she says playfully. “Do you want to save it for another night?”
“No way, baby. Just give me a couple to catch my breath. We will put that last condom to good use, just you and me,” he whispers hoarsely.
“I meant what I said when I made you that promise. Tylar and I are done. It’s only you, Maggie, only you.”
He tilts her chin up to meet his gaze; he lightly brushes his lips against hers. In moments they are kissing deeply; his hand gently caresses her hair.
“Wait until you see how good I can completely suck you off, baby. Don’t need no condom for that,” she croons.
“No! No! No!” I shrieked at them.
“Why did you do that? What kind of a mother are you?! Daniel is my boyfriend! He is nothing to you, Mom. He is just another Mr. Marcotti to you! This didn’t happen! This did not happen!”
Neither of them looked at me. No matter how loudly I screamed they didn’t move or look at me. They were freeze-framed in my dream. They couldn’t see or hear me. My throat felt like it was on fire!
“Look at me!” I screamed, “One of you needs to fucking look at me now and explain!”
Someone had come up to me and was gently shaking my shoulder. Who else was here with me? Who else was in this fucked-up dream?
I felt sick again. I was nauseated. My throat was burning as if I had swallowed acid. I wanted to punch my mom’s face out but she would not come back to this dream. Why did she get to leave this dream when I couldn’t? The freeze-frame picture of them on the couch was still here.
Why was I the only one moving? I felt myself fighting to get over to them on the couch so I could slap my mom and call her a whore. But someone kept holding onto me, cradling me against a strong chest. I felt a heartbeat. Someone was shaking my shoulder gently.
I heard my name being called
out. The voice sounded like it was coming from a tunnel outside of my dream. I flailed my arms about. I had to get over to my mom before the freeze frame disappeared. It was fading already.
“Let me be!” I finally screamed. “I have to go over there. She has to take responsibility for what she’s just done to me. I have to get her to listen to me. I have to tell her that she’s a whore!”
I sobbed and sobbed. My sobs were racking my body. My cheeks felt hot and wet, my nose was running, but I didn’t care. I needed to do this.
“Don’t you understand?” I cried, pushing against the arms that were holding me tightly, not allowing me to move. “Daniel was mine . . . he was supposed to be…mine.”
I felt someone’s lips brush my forehead. I was so hot and sweaty. Who the hell was here with me? Who was rubbing my back? I heard the semi-familiar voice again, barking at someone. Not at me. He only held me. He was wiping my nose gently with a soft cloth. His lips grazed my cheeks. He told someone that I was burning up. He was so angry but not at me this time.
Finally I was once again blessed with blackness. The freeze-frame picture disappeared to nothingness. Thank God. That awful nightmare was over. That’s all it was; a stupid drunken nightmare that was gone. I slept.
Some time later, I wasn’t sure how much later, my eyes fluttered open. As they adjusted to the light coming in through an unfamiliar window, I realized that I was not in my bed at my cottage.
“Tylar,” a soft, familiar voice said. “You are in the hospital. Do you remember what happened in the pool? You may not remember, but you are going to be just fine, okay?”
I looked over to where the voice was coming from near the end of the bed. I had all kinds of gadgets on me. Something was dripping into me from an IV that connected to the back of my hand. My eyes searched frantically for recognition of something or someone. Then I saw him. Trey.
He was standing at the end of my bed, and his sapphire blue eyes looked tired and worried. He smiled at me his dimple appearing briefly. My throat hurt so much I was afraid to speak. I needed to find out what the hell was happening to me.
Someone got up from a chair in the corner and came over to stand next to Trey. I didn’t recognize the woman, but I knew that I did not want her here.
“Trey,” she said quietly, “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.”
Trey looked like he had been in that wrinkled tuxedo for days.
(What . . . a tuxedo?)
He didn’t take his eyes off of me but gave her an answer.
“Charlotte, I’m here as long as she is or until someone from her family surfaces. We haven’t been successful in reaching her mother, and I don’t feel right leaving her.”
“But Clint, Rodney, Ray and Luke have offered to be here in shifts so that she isn’t left alone,” Charlotte persisted. “You’re the one who chooses to keep vigilance.”
(The bitch needs to shut up now!)
“I don’t give a damn,” Trey answered, his tone full of irritation. “I need to make sure she is safe. Someone has to be responsible for this girl and make sure everything that should be done is being done. That is why I am here and frankly, I’m tired of explaining this to you.”
Charlotte wasn’t happy with his response but I was. (Leave him the hell alone, bitch.)
I felt like I was a voyeur in yet another dream, but this one gave me far more pleasure then the one I had narrowly escaped from earlier.
“Fine,” she snapped at him, grabbing her purse from the chair. “Call me if you ever get relieved of duty here.” With that, she flounced out of the room, leaving Trey in a whoosh of wind as she abruptly slammed the door.
Trey rolled his eyes and smiled sheepishly at me. (God you are so gorgeous.)
A giggle finally escaped from me. I winced at the pain it brought to my throat. Why did it hurt so much?
Trey came closer; he asked if I wanted some water. I nodded yes. He poured some ice water out of the pitcher that was on the bed tray, and gently put his left arm underneath my head, lifting it slowly. I could feel that my lips were parched. I was glad that I couldn’t see how bad I looked. He tilted the straw towards me so I could reach it with my lips. I took several pain-racking swallows.
He started to lay me back but stopped. He plumped up my pillows with his free hand. He brushed the hair from my face laying me carefully down into my pillows. His nearness made me feel so safe. I wanted to sleep without dreams but there was no guarantee. I didn’t want to close my eyes for fear he would leave. He sensed my fear because he settled back into a chair by my bed.
“I’m not going anywhere, Tylar,” he whispered. “Go to sleep and dream good things, and know that I am here to chase the bad ones away, okay?”
I nodded and smiled at him. I sank deeper into my newly fluffed pillows, closing my eyes. Just as I was dozing off it occurred to me that Trey had known about my bad dreams. He had said he would chase the bad ones away. I wondered if he could.
CHAPTER FIVE
When I awoke again sunlight was streaming in through the mini blinds of my hospital window. Trey was asleep in the same chair, gently snoring. I recalled hearing that sound before, but how could that be possible? I gazed at him feeling unfamiliar butterflies in my stomach. He looked boyish when he slept. The intimidating presence was gone. He was sinfully handsome.
Most of the monitoring apparatuses were gone, but the IV remained. I was dying of thirst and saw the Styrofoam cup on the bed tray from earlier. With the monitoring devices gone, it was easier for me to move about better.
I reached over and lifted the cup; I could tell there was still water in it though the ice had long since melted. I didn’t care, water was water. I maneuvered the straw into my mouth with the hand that had no IV attached and took a good, long drink. It was fairly tepid, but it tasted wonderful. It quenched my thirst and my throat felt a whole lot better oddly enough. I drained the glass with my straw. The slurping sound of the straw hitting dry bottom awoke Trey.
He languidly stretched his arms out in front of him with the fingers of both hands intertwined with each other like a steeple. He yawned and glanced over at me. He was a little startled to see me awake, sitting up and trying to slurp more water out of an empty cup. He was on his feet instantly, hovering next to me.
“Do you need more water, Tylar?”
I nodded and watched as he lifted the pitcher from my bedside table, frowning as he opened the lid.
“Let me go down to the nurse’s station and have them fill this with fresh water and ice,” he said.
Before I could protest that it didn’t matter, he had turned on his heel and was out the door. I noticed with relief, that he no longer wore that wrinkled tuxedo. I wondered when he had left to change.
He was back quickly with a fresh pitcher of ice water, filling my cup. I watched him in awe. He was freshly shaven, his tousled hair looked exquisite. He wore jeans and a royal blue Polo shirt that brought out the blueness of his eyes even more so.
As I took the cup from him, he smiled warmly, gave me a wink. Butterflies were swarming. I took another long drought of ice cold water. It tasted so good. He sat on the chair right next to my bed.
“So, how are you feeling today, Ms. Preston?”
(I see we are back to formality-- Whatever.)
“Much better, thank you, sir,” I answered.
My voice had taken on a foreign, husky tone. I was shocked when I heard it.
“What’s wrong with my voice?” I questioned aloud. “I sound like freaking Demi Moore.”
Trey laughed sporting that lovely dimple and reached over, brushing my hair back. Oh God, I wondered how greasy and matted my hair was now.
“It will go back to normal soon,” he promised, “Although I find it quite sexy. You’ve been through quite a bit these past few days. Want me to fill you in?”
“Please do,” I answered, huskily, taking in more water.
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br /> Was I ready for this? Trey clasped his hands together, and then rubbed his brow with his thumb and forefinger as if deciding where to start.
“Well, let’s see,” he said. “Do you remember the episode at the pool last Friday night?”
I nodded affirmatively, still sucking water down.
“As a result of that less than fortunate incident, you received a mild concussion when your head hit the edge of the diving board; a serious ear infection and tonsillitis in both tonsils. You were thought to possibly have developed pneumonia in your lungs; however, your x-rays came back clear. You were one lucky girl.”
“Lucky?” I sputtered, letting the straw drop from my mouth. “How do you figure? I was ready to cross-over.”
“Cross over?” he repeated puzzled. “Cross over what?”
I leaned closer to him from where I was sitting up in bed as if confiding a major secret to him. He responded by leaning forward in his chair, so that he could hear everything that I was about to divulge.
“I remember seeing, you know, the light?” I whispered hoarsely in my new Demi Moore, sexy voice.
I could tell he still was not getting it. Did this man know nothing about spirituality and the hereafter for gosh sakes?
“You know,” I started again, this time with a bit more exasperation in my voice than I intended, “The bright white light? The one at….you know, the pearly gates?”
Trey burst into laughter, his perfect smile radiant with some humor he evidently found in my disclosure as to just how close I actually came to death’s door. He quickly composed himself seeing that I did not find the humor in it at all.
“I’m sorry, Ms. Preston,” he apologized, still trying to stifle the humor and put on a more somber and serious expression.
“No, really, please forgive me. I truly, truly am not making light, eh - pardon the pun there, of what you went through last Friday.”