Obsessive Office Treats: Part 2

Briana is very close to her hot mother..

Based on a post by Tx Tall Tales, in 2 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Connected.

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.