A prim, proper Sharon Wilson met her daughter, followed somewhat diffidently by the black boy, Nate, as she arrived home from school. She eyed the boy warily, but the fact was that there was nothing really awful about him -- he was tall, reasonably good looking, and seemed to have some vestigial manners. Nate returned the regard, wondering when Mama was going to say something, but said nothing -- Nate had determined that his ghetto- black arrogance and the 'rap' that went with it put him at a disadvantage where Nora was concerned, so he'd shelved it -- that meant playing it cool with Mama, rather than going on the offensive and accusing her of being a prejudiced bitch right off.
Nora detected this standoff immediately -- but she also detected "live and let live" vibes from both of them, so she let it alone for the moment, other than rubbing Nate's hard back after she collected Cokes for the pair and waved him into a chair at the kitchen table. Nate absorbed the approval; sooner or later, he was gonna have to let Nora know who was boss in this relationship, but there wasn't any hurry...
Nate Adams was a tall, thin, rangy product of the local 'projects'. His mother spent most of her time either high on drugs or looking for someone to sleep with to earn more; Nate was an accidental byproduct of that lifestyle, and although she loved him, he was 'old enough to take care of himself' -- not a priority in her life. Nate was high-strung; when he came into his own sexually at about thirteen, life had become nearly unbearable -- he needed pussy constantly, and had it not at all. This stress prompted him to play the bad-ass, dragging his friends 'Stick' Williams and Draper Travis into one hairy situation after another, some of which they didn't escape cleanly. In an effort to attract women, Nate had -- well, 'perfected' is not the right word -- employed a 'rap' -- a constant stream of oily talk designed to impress them and attract their attention. It did that, but not in a helpful way; Nate's attention tended to wander while his tongue was wagging, and something offensive would pop out -- as a result, women avoided him like the plague. He'd managed to secure a date for the Prom the previous Saturday based solely on the fact that the girl involved wanted desperately to go and had no other options -- then his 'rap' had gotten him slapped in the middle of the dance floor. Divine intervention, in the form of one Dina Nellis, a local female firebrand with a penchant for matchmaking, had brought him Nora -- and Nora was a dream come true! Nate was an ass man, and Nora had more than her share; it was soft and cushy and Nate could run his hands over it all day. And Nora was white, which was a dream come true for his suffering ego. But at about 2:30 on Sunday morning, Nora had taken him beyond such shallow measures by opening herself to him, and Nate learned what was REALLY important: Nora was pliant, and sweet, was tolerant of his flashy temper to the point of forcing him to control it, and saw enough potential in Nate despite his issues to offer him her virginity. There was no going back; Nate was totally hooked.
So Mama was okay as long as she didn't provoke open warfare; since she didn't seem inclined to, Nate merely kept an eye on her. Besides, she wasn't the dangerous one; Nora's dad had made himself VERY visible as a threat on Sunday afternoon by sending a goon the size of a house to conduct a quiet conversation with him. The good news was that the conversation was relatively cordial; Nora's Papa COULD be a very powerful enemy, but for the moment he was not. And Nate had excellent reasons for keeping things on track that had nothing to do with any threat from her father...
Sharon seated herself and after a quick glance at Nate asked, "So, how did it go?"
Nora took a sip of her Coke and gathered her thoughts. "Umm, okay, I guess. I have a prescription for the Pill and some other things to tide us over..." She waved vaguely at the bag she'd brought in with her.
Sharon and Nate both started a reach for the bag, but Nate checked himself. Sharon pawed through a collection of prophylactics and some foam dispensers to a sample case for some pills. While she read the label for the item, she pushed the bag back toward Nate, letting him know with an eye- flick that he was welcome to it. "What are these?" she asked.
"Morning after pills, Mom. The doctor provided them, but didn't recommend them -- he said they're uncomfortable to take..." Nora flicked a glance at Nate, who absorbed this with a nod. Well, it was insurance, if something else didn't work... He resumed pawing at the rubbers, noticing that some large sized ones had been included.
Nora eyed her mother for a moment, and added, "I think more interesting was the conversation with the doctor -- and the ones with Daddy's chauffer and Daddy."
Sharon assumed a guarded expression and flicked a glance that it didn't take telepathy to decipher to 'Can't we keep this in the family?'
Nora detected it and quashed it, responding with, "Mom, did you know that Daddy sent a man to visit Nate yesterday?"
Sharon, quelled, directed a glance at Nate, who amplified, "Dude was the size of a house, an' he looked like it'd take a sledgehammer to get his attention. But he was cool, an' when Nora's ol' man showed up on the phone, he was, too. Still, I got the picture..."
"Armand threatened you?" Sharon queried.
"Nah. Not like that. He jus' let me know he could roll over me like a steamroller if I pissed him off. That dude he sent coulda bounced me like a basketball, but he was polite as pie." He directed a look at Nora. "Where I come from, trouble's easy to find, but jus' as simple to stay away from. Your ol' man don't want me to do nothin' I wasn't gonna do anyway, so I ain't worried. He whacks me, I figure I'll have earned it beforehand." It was time to get back on track, so... "What did the doc say?"
Nora turned her eyes on her mother. "He told me that he examines a lot of women for my father. He told me that my father is kind of hard on women -- including Mom." Sharon dropped her eyes. "He also indicated that he can be hard on men -- but I guess Daddy has a staff for that. That's what the chauffer told me."
"What's he do? Wear 'em out?" Nate was puzzled. "How?"
"He's into S and M, apparently," Nora returned. "He can be pretty abusive." Nora's eyes returned to her mother. "But mostly it's about dominance and control. He likes to break people -- own them."
"Shit." Nate added this to his situation assessment. "So if I piss him off, he might send a couple of guys around to break me open like a shotgun? I could end up somebody's bitch?"
Sharon glanced up. "If he wanted to make it personal, you'd be HIS... bitch. I saw that, once..." She looked away, shuddered.
"Jeezus..." Nate managed a bit of a pallor for a moment, greying a bit before visibly shaking the whole thing off. "Okay. So?"
"So I left the doctor with a lot of questions," Nora resumed. "I asked the chauffer -- Jorge -- a couple, and he hedged -- until Daddy called him and told him to cooperate fully. I even talked to Daddy for a bit in the car."
"This is big, I guess," Nate opined, "But I'm not sure why..."
Nora again swung her eyes to her mother. "I figure that Daddy has decided that I am old enough to deal with 'full disclosure'," she hypothesized. "Until now, he's basically ignored me, and Mom's kept some things secret." Sharon cringed. "I guess he's decided I'm an adult." She mused for a moment, then: "So, Mom, how bad is it? Doctor Beckman says that if the perversion has a name, Daddy's probably tried it -- and that he's probably invented a couple." Sharon glanced at Nate, but Nora wasn't having any. "Nate's an interested party, Mom. Spill."
"It's embarrassing," Sharon began, haltingly. "Your father and I weren't so much married as I was his sex slave. He fooled your grandparents into thinking he was a wonderful husband, but I was... property. And I was basically his sole toy. It was exhausting. By the time I was pregnant with you, I was at my wit's end." Sharon shuddered, remembering an incident when she, in the grip of morning sickness, was required to choke on Armand's cock. She vomited, and all he did was wait it out and redirect her to his cock. Then, when she'd finished the job, he'd merely arisen and walked out, leaving her to clean up the mess and wash the soiled bedding... "Then your great-uncle died, and Armand's sphere of influence expanded. He discovered he could have other toys, and that and the fact that I just couldn't keep up while pregnant led him to ease up on me and look elsewhere..."
"So he found something better an' divorced you?" Nate guessed.
Sharon frowned, her face a study in remembrance. "Well, he divorced me. I'm not so sure about the other thing, though. Nora didn't know it until recently, but I wasn't totally... let go. When Armand calls, I go to visit him -- and he always reminds me I'm still his."
"What do you know about other women?" Nora asked. "What else is he into?"
Sharon smiled ruefully. "I always go to his office. You'd think that would be a neutral place, but it isn't. Every time I go, he's got a woman stashed somewhere. Only a couple have lasted more than two visits." She wouldn't look at the others, but stumbled doggedly on, "When a woman is new, he usually rapes me in her presence -- something demeaning -- my throat, or..." Sharon wriggled in her chair; the others got the idea. "It's an object lesson to them." She looked up, oddly defiant. "When they're on their way out, he rapes THEM in front of ME!" She actually smiled. "I've seen -- dozens -- come and go, every size and shape and color..."
"But YOU remain," Nora noted. "Mom, it's not QUITE rape, is it?"
"Of COURSE it is!" Sharon argued vehemently. "I -- he -- it's..."
"You don't fight much, do you?" Nora asked gently.
"I CAN'T!" Sharon wailed. "He's too..." She waved her arms; adequate description failed her.
"You go back..." Nora pressed.
"I HAVE to!" Sharon whined. "He'd just come and get me! Besides, there was you to think about..."
"Would he?" Nora countered. One look at her mother said there was no doubt in her mind. "You know, Mom, that says something about HIM..."
"Erk?" This brought Sharon up short, momentarily, but she dismissed it; she'd been down this road of justifications a million times before, and it had deep ruts...
On the other hand, Armand Wilson, watching the exchange live on hidden camera from his media room, blinked, and began thinking furiously. Once again, his daughter had provided a new insight... Unlike Sharon, who emotionally couldn't afford to, Armand processed this piece of data, and started drawing conclusions...
In the distaff Wilson's kitchen, Nora pulled her mother out of her funk with a new announcement: "Daddy has invited me to dinner, at his house."
"What? When?" Sharon, again brought up short, flailed a bit. All sorts of vague spectres flitted across her consciousness -- she'd never been to Armand's manse, but that didn't keep her from visualizing it as a den of iniquity.
"Thursday." Nora watched her mother begin to nerve herself up for the episode, and quashed it. "Daddy asked me to come alone."
Sharon's first flash of instinct was horror, but the whole thing settled back to unease relatively quickly. Armand's capacity for extreme behavior was a given, but Sharon instinctively decided that Nora was safe from direct participation in her father's darker pursuits. Logic would not have provided her that certainty, but she KNEW Armand; if he'd had a direct sexual interest in his daughter, it would have manifested itself before now. "Why?"
"I think he wants to clear the air, and give me a chance to decide what I think of him," Nora replied.
"Why alone?" Sharon asked the question, but Nate was all ears.
"I think that Daddy feels that a trip to his house would be so distracting for you that we couldn't accomplish anything," Nora said carefully. "It's not the same issue of being lured into his den for me as it is for you. Who knows? After I come back and report that the place is just four walls, and the screams from the dungeon aren't too loud, maybe you'll be able to handle it better..." She grinned.
Humor warred with worry in Sharon's expression. "He'll merely have gagged the poor wretches..."
Nora cackled, then gathered herself in. "Really, Mom, is he that bad?"
"I don't know. Maybe. Certainly, he deals out the abuse. There may well BE a dungeon there. On the other hand, most of his victims go there of their own accord..." Sharon was too pensive, but Nate caught Nora's expression; obviously, Sharon wasn't including herself in Armand's list of willing victims -- and Nora was beginning to suspect that she should be...
"Well, Daddy says I'll be back before bedtime, so the dungeon tour is probably out," Nora commented lightly.
"Obviously, you accepted his invitation, so I'll stay out of it," Sharon replied. "I don't know what he's up to, and that bothers me -- but I don't think you're in any serious danger from your father. Not that he ISN'T dangerous!" A warning look accompanied this. "If Armand has limits, I'm unaware of them. He was carnivorous before he obtained money and power, and it hasn't slowed him down any, that I can see. What he did with Nate is one of his more subtle manipulations. He can be a lot more direct. But he seems to have set a different level for his dealings with you..." Sharon's voice trailed off. God knew what the man was up to. If this was a trap, it was pretty subtle...
"Time will tell," Nora murmured. Collecting the bag, she rose, "C'mon, Honey..." She took Nate's hand and began leading him out of the room. Nate eyed Sharon sidelong as he rose.
"Homework!" Sharon admonished in a vain attempt to sidetrack the pair from Nora's intended activity. Nate watched her, waiting for a second sally, but Sharon merely threw up her hands. The couple reached the stair and Nate turned his attention to the hypnotic sway of the wide, sweet ass before him.
Nate stood in the center of Nora's room, surveying it while she closed the door behind them. It wasn't terribly frilly -- for which Nate was somewhat grateful; he didn't think Nora was the 'little princess' type, which he probably would have been unable to stomach. The place was still light-years above his digs, but then, almost anywhere was...
Nora slid into his arms and they shared a short but deep kiss before Nate pulled back and murmured, "Maybe we oughta get the crap out of the way..."
Nora's pout made HER priorities clear, but she conceded, "Okay, you go get the books and stuff, and I'll start up my computer." Nate nodded and nipped at her neck before turning to the door; the knowledge that they were going to have sex made having it in the next fifteen minutes less urgent -- not that he wasn't EXTREMELY ready... Nate boiled down the stairs and collected his and Nora's books from the car and returned, collecting an approving nod from Sharon as he hit the stair. Maybe Mama wasn't going to be a pain in the ass after all...
They worked for ninety minutes, either seated before Nora's computer (which was a luxury to Nate, who had to use school machines or handwrite everything) or draped across Nora's bed, side by side, with books and papers scattered around them. Nate was continuously prey to the distraction of Nora's soft ass; once she discovered that Nate really considered it to be a drawing card, she began to enjoy the attention he imparted to it without embarrassment.
Finally, after an hour and a half, Nora rolled up on one elbow and announced, "I'm done."
Nate grinned. "So am I."
"I kind of figured that when I started getting both hands..." Nora started tossing books on the floor only really showing proper regard for the homework sheets she had just finished. Nate took the hint and started stuffing his things back in his backpack. As he finished, Nora rolled over to him and offered an embrace, which Nate gingerly settled into...
... And quickly got lost in. Nora tended to be levelheaded during Nate's short dealings with her, gently controlling things with small comments backed by the huge carrot she dangled. But when the time came to deliver that carrot, suddenly she was a soft, squirming creature whose primary drive seemed to be an eagerness to please. The idea that he might be some super-stud didn't occur to him -- after all, he hadn't been actually HAVING sex any longer than she had -- but he found it totally amazing that once she got going, NORA would escalate things! It was Nora who somehow magically got him out of his shirt while they were kissing. It was Nora who likewise divested herself of her blouse and bra, and gently shifted his lips from hers to a distended nipple. And it was Nora who, crooning softly, wrapped warm fingers around his cock, rolling her thumb over the sensitive head. "God, I love the feel of that thing!" she moaned. "We'll have to do the rubber thing -- or I can suck it..." Nora offered.
'Huh! Like I'm gonna settle for a blowjob!' Nate thought to himself. Aloud, he remarked, "We got bigger rubbers..."
That was all Nora needed to hear; she went scrabbling for the bag of goodies collected at the doctor's office. Collecting it, she rolled onto her back and Nate commenced his first aggressive move of the evening, going to work on the fastenings of her pants. The pair didn't stand on ceremony; Nate wrestled down Nora's pants and panties as one unit, exposing an already open and damp set of heavy inner lips below the sparse brown wisps decorating her pubic mound. As soon as she was free, Nora rose up and pushed Nate over to onto his back to do the same for him, but Nate altered the program a bit, "Swing around here so I can play with that ass, Baby!"
Nora complied, and discovered that pushing his jeans upward to get them off his legs was a more difficult proposition than pulling them down -- but it didn't seem to matter as his hard hands began kneading the soft cheeks of her ass. In a moment, her arms at full extension managing only to get his jeans to mid-calf, Nora found herself with her nose buried in Nate's musky crotch -- and previous levels of excitement proved to be mere warm-up! Nora inhaled and moaned; a long finger slid between her nether lips and Nate's wondering voice announced, "Jeez, Baby, you jus' dripped on my chest!" Her upper body flat out atop him, Nora began laving Nate's hard ebony shaft with her tongue.
Nate started kicking his way out of the constricting pool of fabric around his ankles. "Get that rubber! I'm gonna go nuts!" The uproar brought Nora back some and she rose up and snatched a rubber out of the bag and started fighting with the wrapper.
Nate was swimming in a cloud of aroused female musk and the smell of wet pussy was driving him insane! Nora managed to roll the rubbery sheath down over Nate's diamond hard shaft -- an effort made easier by the prophylactic being a larger size, but still no picnic -- and not a moment too soon; with a roar, Nate grasped her by her generous hips and dumped her off him. Before she'd settled on her side, those same hard hands driven by wiry arms had her back up on her hands and knees and the rubbery tip of Nate's probe was nosing between her labia.
At this point, things slowed down while Nate picked up some lubrication from Nora's damp tissues and squeezed himself through her tight opening; leftover K-Y jelly from Nora's vaginal exam earlier in the day actually lent an assist. Neither of them was complaining; Nora embraced the welcome fullness while Nate marveled at the wet heat of Nora's channel. The couple sighed in unison as the flanged head of Nate's cock passed the constriction of Nora's opening. Instinctively, Nate set up a pattern of short sawing strokes, each of which gained him additional depth until he was buried to the hilt, then he shifted to longer strokes, driving against Nora's soft ass with every stroke. The aroma of Nora's juices was maddening and he had no control, but it was irrelevant to Nora; the driving pattern set fire to her nerve endings from the tip of her stiffened clit to the depths of her vagina, lighting the fuse of a powerful orgasm.
Downstairs, cooking dinner, Sharon became aware of a rapid pattern of muffled thumps and immediately guessed the cause: Nora's headboard was banging the wall in tune to their frantic lovemaking. She dried her hands and turned toward the stair in a not-too-well thought out attempt to control the situation, but the effort was wasted...
Neither of the youthful participants in the lovemaking session had any control; the whole act lasted less than ninety seconds. Nora tensed up, raising her head, and erupted with a lung-constricted, "EeeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEE!!! Uh! Uh! Uh!" as the waves of her orgasm washed over her. She clamped down on Nate's already over-stimulated cock setting the lean black off with a quiet "Hurrrgh!", but a loud final slam as he attempted to bury himself to the neck in Nora's pulsing channel.
Sharon, halfway across the kitchen, faltered and stopped. She didn't hear Nate, but she DID hear Nora -- and the authority of that final thump told her all she needed to know about her timing. Shaking her head, she returned to the sink and resumed dinner preparations. Sharon really couldn't get a handle around her feelings at this evidence of her daughter's ongoing sexual activities; the negatives of the situation seemed to be offset by the surprising fact that Armand had blessed the union and the forbidden thrill of her partner's racial origins. Nate's race was a two- edged blade; Sharon knew that Nora would face a certain amount of ostracism, despite modern attitudes -- but she also knew that there would be a certain amount of envy among others -- even those enforcing the racism -- and that in some circles both their stocks would rise. Sharon was certain that in general Nate stood to gain, and probably Nora to lose, but perhaps Armand was right; best let the pair work the whole thing out on their own, without interference. At worst, it was a learning experience; at best, the pair would beat the odds and she'd have some beautiful grandchildren... That thought sneaked up on her, followed by 'Omigod! Grandchildren!' Humming to herself, she added a place setting at the table; the boy was pretty thin -- he needed to eat more...
Upstairs, a gently panting Nate murmured a reverent, "Goddamn!" Pussy was even better than advertised; this time had been even better than night before last! He couldn't see how he could do without for any length of time, having had the stuff; too bad he hadn't done any better... "Sorry, Baby."
"Mmmmm?" Nora was still awash in the aftermath, gently pulsing around Nate's still-rigid invader. "What for?"
"Didn't last very long..."
"Neither did I. It was wonderful..." Nora emitted a satisfied sigh.
"Supposed to give ya more than one."
"Nate, Honey, it's not a requirement. Believe me, one is as good for me as it is for you. More is just... gravy. Besides, some girls can't cum more than once..."
"Huh! Really?"
Nora engaged Nate's eyes over her shoulder. "I won't tell you who, but I know a couple. I don't know yet -- I've had sex twice, now, after all." She eyed him a moment, lazy satisfaction in her expression. "How many times have YOU had sex?"
Nate opened his mouth -- and shut it. She knew; she was just fishing for the admission. "Counting this time?"
"Uh huh." Nora's eyes laughed.
Nate assumed an expression that said, 'I'm just telling you what you want to hear... ' "Twice."
Nora clenched her vagina; Nate was still solidly erect. "Besides, you're not done yet..."
Nate did a self-assessment. "Yeh, well, maybe -- but you don't use a rubber twice!" Especially after the object lesson of Saturday night; only the fact that it was ungodly tight had kept Nate's spend from leaking around the edges of the rubber they'd used to consummate their union.
Nora sighed regretfully and said, "Bring it around here, Honey, and I'll clean it up..."
Nate blinked. He didn't see anything that she could use, except... Nahhh... He backed out of her tight channel and got down off the bed, while Nora re-oriented herself crosswise on it, prone on her elbows, facing the edge. Diffidently, he presented his erection, and Damn! She did it! Gently, Nora removed the full prophylactic from his sensitive probe, (it was fuller, if possible, than the somewhat smaller item used Saturday night -- Nate had cum, big!), and began laving it with her tongue -- even gently sucking and swiping at the springy hairs at the root where the shaft met the scrotum. Then watching Nate with an impish look in her eye, she lifted the used prophylactic to her lips and... Jeezus! She was sucking the cum out of it! If Nate hadn't just cum less than five minutes before, he'd have shot all over the place! Nate's ship had come in, and Goddamn! It was the Queen Mary! Never in the heat of a jerk-off session had he EVER imagined anything so hot! When she dropped the emptied husk on the floor and ovalled her lips around Nate's throbbing shaft, his knees shook as he surrendered himself to her attentions.
This wasn't necessarily just an act of generosity on Nora's part, though; Saturday night, Nora had discovered that she LOVED Nate's cock -- its unique feel, its musky scent, the taste... Maybe she loved ALL cock -- at present, though, all she could be certain of was that she loved Nate's. Handling it, smelling it, sucking it was a source of tremendous arousal. And she loved the taste of his cum, too! It tasted kind of weird, but her nipples crinkled as it slid along her tongue... The rubber hadn't done the stuff collected in it any good, but it was still nice -- and watching Nate's eyes get round like that? Priceless! She worked her mouth along the solid length for a few moments, but the fire it had lit would require direct attack to extinguish... "Nate, Honey," she purred, "Get another rubber..."
Nate scrabbled for the bag and went fishing for another rubber, his poker face concealing absolute glee -- could it get any better than this? Holy Shit! Nora maintained her grip on his cock, slowly jacking it until he'd fished out a rubber and the bag went flying, then rolled over while rotating ninety degrees so that she was positioned on her back. "Gimme!" Nate handed her the rubber and, following her waved directions, moved to straddle her, settling gently over her narrow waist. Nora got the package open and raised her head to give the tip of Nate's member a quick swipe with her tongue before beginning the fitting process.
Nate, momentarily at loose ends, took a coral-colored nipple in each hand and began working them between his fingers. "Ummmmmm." Nora's eyes drifted shut momentarily as she took in the sensations Nate's fingers were generating. Her vagina pulsated and she could feel the dampness of fresh lubrication. Finishing with the rubber she hissed, "Now, Honey! Fuck me!"
Nate slid down and began to insert himself between widespread legs. No, this wasn't gonna work... Nora was splayed open, but her heavy thighs still limited his access. Kneeling up, he put his hands under her knees and lifted her legs up and out. Oh, yeah! He had a straight shot right down to the flat plane of her slit! Nate commenced to slowly work his rubber- encased length into Nora, using her lubrication to defeat her tightness and the rubber's resistance.
"Oooooooooohhhhhh!" This was better than before! Saturday night had been wonderful, their doggy-style antics of a few minutes before even better -- but THIS was incredible! Nora could feel Nate's heavy rigidity deep in her channel, creating an itch in her depths that only his shaft could scratch.
Nate, bottomed out, started pile-driving from his bolt-upright position, carrying Nora's thighs on his upper arms. Nora tried to help with the legs, but the sweet tension kept causing her to instinctively tighten up, trying to climb impossibly higher on Nate's impaling poker. Nora started a series of high whines, punctuated by loud heavy snorting breaths through her nose as her chest tightened to the tension Nate was winding in her.
For the first time in his short sexual history, Nate was in control; between the rubber and the fact that he'd cum VERY recently, controlling the urge to shoot wasn't Nate's top priority. Oh, Nora's twat was a hot oil bath, all right, but he could enjoy it with a bit less urgency. The look on Nora's face said that if he kept his cool, he'd discover just how many cums she was capable of... Nate set a driving pace, just short of the point where he himself would get into trouble, and settled back to watch his partner.
Nora was major entertainment. Less than a minute in, she was flushed and panting, eyes wild and unfocused as she groaned, "Oh, BABY! OH! OH! OH!" She set fingernails in both of Nate's biceps as she clutched herself against him and rode out her climax, slowing him momentarily.
Downstairs, the resumption of rhythmic thumps had stopped Sharon in mid-motion. Good God! They were going at it again? She replaced the open box of pasta on the counter; it would get overdone if she started it now... She stood there, pondering what to do. In a moment, Nora let out a wail, and the thumps slowed... Sharon grinned despite herself at the speed with which they'd finished the act a SECOND time, and reached for the box -- but the rhythm picked up again! Rolling her eyes, Sharon put the box back down and turned down the burner a bit. They were in for the long haul, apparently...
Watching Nora hit her peak had almost been Nate's undoing; her excitement had created a feedback loop, bringing Nate to the edge. The requirement to slow down for a few strokes while Nora hit the top of her cycle allowed Nate to get a grip, though, and he was able to resume at his previous pace when she relaxed. Nora's eyes danced as she rubbed his back, exclaiming, "Oh, Honey, that was GREAT!" Nate grinned and leaned down to capture and work a stiff nipple between his teeth and Nora started rocketing toward another climax. Nora, Nate reflected, had nice, chewy nipples on sweet, round titties; they were a helluva lot of fun... What Nate DIDN'T see was the way Nora's eyes widened when his lips engaged her stiff bud; his gentle gnawing generated current along what appeared to be a direct link to Nora's clitoris that hastened her second climax of the bout significantly!
Nate's first notice came when Nora clutched his head to her breast and began surging powerfully, moaning, "NNNnnnNNNNnnnnnNNNNnnnnNNNNnnnn..." in time to his somewhat constricted strokes; her grip on his head had him hunching his back to maintain the pace. Waves of sparks flashed through her as she went rigid, undulated, and collapsed, allowing Nate to resume his full stroke.
Nate rose up, grinning from ear to ear. "So, them titties are sensitive, huh?" he teased.
"Unh huh," Nora agreed thickly. Nora was drained; she didn't see how she could rise to another orgasm.
Nate, however, proceeded to show her. Having easily succeeded in bringing Nora off twice, the urgency of the search for his own release began to take the forefront of his attention. Accidentally, he discovered a new pattern of motion, one of alternating short and long strokes. This seemed to up the ante; the rubber no longer mattered under the impetus of the variety of sensations this activity generated, and Nate began to feel the deep tickle in the head of his cock that signaled a cum. "I'm gonna c- cum..." he groaned, picking up the pace.
But Nora was right with him; the new pattern had been as effective on her as it was on him, and the excitement of sharing his approach generated a feedback loop. "Cum, Honey, cum!" she crooned, hips churning as she rose to her third peak of the session.
"AaaaAAAAaaaaahhhhh!" Nate moaned, and let go, burying himself deep and straining against her as his cock bucked and pulsed, pouring his seed into the rubber in heavy gouts. The realization brought Nora to her third peak, one somewhat weakened by Nate's premature halt (she was two or three strokes from a big one), but a nice surge of pleasure, nonetheless. Sated, the pair collapsed into euphoric aftermath.
Downstairs, Sharon waited a few seconds and then picked up the pasta box, now certain that the main event was complete. She'd been impressed despite herself at the evidence of Nora's second orgasm and was even more so by the end of the bout; whatever young Nate's issues might be, his proficiency as a lover didn't seem to be among them... While she stirred the pasta pot, Sharon unconsciously ground her pubic mound against the corner of the oven handle to ease the tension that had built up during her eavesdropping -- not masturbation, exactly -- more on the order of stubbing out a cigarette...
Nate was wasted; he didn't work this hard at basketball practice! Then again, round ball didn't provide the same rewards... He was collapsed, boneless, across his softly panting lover when her mother yelled up the stairs, "Enough, already! Dinner in ten minutes!"
The pair exchanged surprised glances; Nora murmured, "I didn't think we were THAT loud..." Nate struggled up and began retrieving his clothing. 'Hell, ' he mused, 'I shouldn't be grumpy -- what'd I expect, to live here?' Nora collected her outfit, and began sliding into it, too. The couple hit the bathroom -- first Nora, then Nate - and caught a quick kiss and clinch on the stair before emerging in the living room, Nate with his book bag over his shoulder.
Sharon was standing in the kitchen door. "Nate, do you have dinner plans?"
"Uh, no..." Nate was caught flat-footed.
"Well, c'mon, then. You like spaghetti?" Sharon threw over her shoulder.
"Yeh," Nate admitted, but that noncommittal response was nothing to his thought process! 'Goddamn! Mama's bein' nice! I'll be fu -- come to think of it, I was... ' Grinning, he settled in his previous seat, next to an equally surprised Nora, who was waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Sharon waited until things were well under way -- everyone served and settled -- to make her only reference to the younger generation's activities. Eying Nora sidelong, she announced, "Your headboard bangs the wall..."
Nora inhaled Coke, then spewed it. Nate had serious problems breathing until he gave up and snorted laughter. Sharon feigned total indifference, spearing a forkful of pasta and chewing reflectively. But her funny bone was tickled. She didn't really approve of what the kids were doing, but SHE had been slave to Armand by Nora's age... Besides, Nora had been clear that while she could make the relationship difficult, Sharon couldn't stop her. And given Armand's apparent approval, it might amuse him to assist the pair, driving a wedge between herself and her daughter. No, it was best to fight the battles she could win; given what she'd overheard of the run-in upstairs, Nate was a more than capable lover -- clearly, sex would be a regular agenda item for the pair for the near future. Nora's grandparents would be shocked, but they were out of touch with the realities of existence in the Wilson family, anyway... The trio settled in to enjoy the best dinner Nate had eaten in some time...