Mothers and Daughters Pt. 13

"So," Martha paused with her eyebrows furled down, "you want to go back to a dominating relationship?"

"No," Nate shook his head. "I want to prove to you that, when we put our mind to it, we can be good for each other."

Martha paused in thought for a long time. "Why not just agree on everything?" she offered a counter proposal.

"Because that never works," Nate spoke from experience. "If a couple has to agree on everything, either they never agree, or one of them always capitulates to prevent a stand-off."

"So let me get this straight," Martha crossed her arms and leaned back into her chair, distancing herself from him. "You want to go back to our old ways, and expect me to enjoy it?"

"No," Nate didn't take offence to her mischaracterization. "It won't be the old way at all. It will be a new way where we learn to trust and respect each other, as equals."

"I like the sound of that," she remained with her arms crossed, "but I don't get how your little article does that."

"Remember half the time, you're in control, and I trust you to do the right thing," Nate pointed out. "And when I'm in control, you will learn to trust me to do the right thing too."

"And if you do make me do something I hate?" she played devil's advocate.

"Then you go home and I lose."

"You lose ... what do you lose?" she challenged him cynically.

"You." He wasn't smiling. Martha looked deeply into his eyes, and she saw a fire. She had seen that fire before. He was deadly serious. She shivered, wondering if that Romanian rapist saw the same fire the instant before Nate killed him. Martha closed her eyes and shook her head, returning her thoughts to the here and now, and opened her eyes again.

"Nate," Martha sighed, unfolding her arms and leaning forward again, "I don't want this to get complicated ... fuck that!" Martha blurted out, rolling her eyes, "it's already way past complicated." Martha paused, arguing something privately with herself until she decided to just say it. "Nate, I know you were hoping for something more, but I did tell you I was just coming here for a vacation and some fun. Nothing else. I don't mean to be a bitch, Nate, but I'm not sure I can live with you. Now or ever."

"I know," Nate leaned forward to meet her across the small table. Their heads were nearly touching. "But I'd regret it for the rest of my life if I didn't try."

They locked each other's eyes in silence for a long while. Martha thought about all the things Nate did for Briana and her - the money, the Hamburg hotel, the lawyers, the school fee, the AeB bond, Rugen Island, the berlin Hotel. She thought about Nate overpowering those three armed Romanians and saving Briana from certain rape, and much worse. She thought about Nate's code of honor - only promise what you can do, and do what it takes to keep your promises. She thought about a lifetime of men letting her down, and now she was inches away from the one man she knew she could count on to keep his promises. She wondered why that terrified her so much.

Martha sensed she was standing on the edge of a cliff. She thought about what Nate just said about regretting it for the rest of his life. It resonated with something her father always told her. 'In life,' her father would say, 'you only regret the things you didn't find the courage to do.' She could make a leap of faith, or she could safely back away from the cliff and take the sensible way home. Only one thing was certain to Martha. If she didn't jump off the cliff during this Rome trip, she would never again have the chance. All she was lacking was the courage.

"You are one warped motherfucker," Martha finally whispered with a shaky voice, and leaned into him and kissed his lips.

A few minutes later, Nate paid the bill. They decided to go back to her hotel, drop off his suitcase, and then go out for supper. Martha said the hotel was too far to walk, so Nate called up his Uber app, and this time his smartphone showed Giusy would arrive in a white Renault in three minutes. They saw the white Renault pull up, and to their surprise, Giusy was a woman.

The drive to Martha's hotel was better than Nate's earlier trip, which is to say it was somewhat less heart-stopping. The hotel was small - a squarish three story building. Martha's room was barely large enough to fit the double bed, but it had a private bathroom, which not all rooms did.

Nate dropped his suitcase on the floor on a narrow strip of carpeting on the far side of the bed, out of the way so they wouldn't trip over it. Martha said she needed to use the bathroom, so Nate rested on the edge of the bed, having nowhere else to sit.

Nate heard the toilet flush, and the water run, and Martha remained in the bathroom a few minutes longer. Then the door pulled open, and Martha stepped out buck naked. How he longed for those firm breasts and her slim figure. Her pussy wasn't shaven clean anymore, but it was neatly trimmed into a triangle. "I can't stop thinking about your special massage," she smiled, and walked to Nate, who was still seated on the edge of the bed. She wrapped her arms around his head, and gently pulled his face between her perfectly sculpted tits.

Nate wrapped his arms around her naked back as his manhood sprang to life. He gently kissed the skin between her breasts. Martha pushed forward, rocking Nate onto the bed, and she collapsed on top of him with a playful shriek as he sank into the mattress. Martha slide down Nate's body until they were face to face, and they kissed each other hungrily. Nate ran his hand down her back, and pulled her ass inward, simultaneously dry humping her crotch. Martha felt Nate's bulge rub against her naked pussy, and she heard herself moan in delightful anticipation. She sat up and unbuttoned his shirt as he began gently caressing her lovely breasts.

With his shirt open, Martha planted kisses on his chest, and slowly moved down, gently kissing his tummy, then lower, until she reached his pants. She undid the belt buckle and opened up his zipper, and then Martha pulled them down enough to reach in and pull out his throbbing love piston. Without delay, Martha engulfed his rigid cock into her loving mouth, and sucked on it heartily.

She pulled away, and grabbed the sides of his pants. Nate lifted his hips to help, and Martha tugged his pants and underpants to his knees. She pulled his shoes off, and then the pants and underwear came off. Nate scooted backwards to the center of the bed, and Martha crawled over him, positioning her hips over his saluting flag pole, and she lowered herself onto him. Martha let out a deep sigh when her eager, wet pussy engulfed him.

They started rocking their hips in unison. Martha sat up, and Nate grabbed her tits as they started fucking earnestly. Nate enjoyed the visual of Martha riding him, but the position wasn't working - he wasn't getting enough traction. After a few minutes, he reached up and grabbed both her sides, and in a single quick motion, Nate pulled Martha off to one side and rolled on top of her. She squealed with delightful surprise when she landed on her back. Nate positioned himself between her opening legs, and gently re-entered.

He stroked inside her slowly, carefully at first, and once her natural lubricants eased the way, he started fucking her hard with purposeful abandon. Martha moaned in carnal pleasure as Nate rhythmically rammed his piston deep inside. Nate's balls responded with the promise of rapture, and Nate heard himself grunting on every stroke. As his climax grew closer, Nate's grunting turned deeper, more menacing. Martha dug her fingernails into his back, and that only provoked Nate to thrust harder.

He felt it coming, and Nate rammed her in a savage race to the finish line. She barked out little cries on each stroke. At last Nate unleashed his first salvo. He drilled his cock deep into her pussy and bellowed out a low growl. Martha let out a guttural, animalistic moan, and she raked her fingernails hard down his back. Nate pumped dose after dose of his love potion deep inside Martha, and she sighed hoarsely as she felt her vagina fill with his warm elixir.

When Nate's last orgasmic spasm finally faded, he stayed on top, keeping his cock inside Martha. He kissed her mouth, and she wrapped her arms around his head, and squeezed him tight.

Nate felt his member begin to wither. He pulled out of Martha, and lay on his side facing her, resting his right hand on top of her left breast. "God I needed that," Martha sighed.

"YOU needed that?!" Nate shot back incredulously. He rose to his knees, and started tickling Martha's naked sides - first the left, then the right. She burst out laughing, unable to stop. "No!" she hoarsed between giggles, "please stop!" she continued laughing. Each time she tried to cover up one side with her hands, he switched to the other side, and her laughing became louder and more agonizing.

"Oh please stop!" she cried again, this time with a hint of desperation in her laughing voice. The next time Nate switched from left to right, he didn't - in an instant, he flashed his right hand between her thighs, and started massaging her pussy, right over her clitoris. Martha's transformation was instantaneous - she went from laughing uncontrollably to rigidly holding her breath as Nate started rubbing his fingers up and down over her hypersensitive clitoris.

She lifted her back slightly, and Nate reached beneath her ass with his left hand, and planted his middle finger on her asshole without going in. He alternately massaged her ass and pussy - as he rubbed her clit up, he pushed her asshole down, and vice versa, creating a see-saw motion that stimulated her entire pelvic region. The dual-action massage drove Martha's senses wild, and she felt a massive climax approaching in record time.

Martha arched her back sharply as every muscle in her body clenched when her clit flashed out an orgasmic blast through her quivering physique. Her eyes slammed shut and her mouth grimaced ungracefully as enrapturing wave fronts tore through every living tissue. Nate dug his massaging fingers deep against her clitoris, and the extra pressure yielded an orgasmic aftershock nearly as powerful as the first. Martha realized she was still holding her breath, and at last she exhaled a loud puff through O-shaped lips. When her orgasmic ripples finally washed away, Nate lay down beside her again, and gently cupped her breast with his hand. "I really needed that," Nate declared, and they both giggled in post coital euphoria.

As euphoria gave way to fatigue, Martha fell asleep with Nate's hand on her breast. He realized she was in day two of jet lag recovery, so a little nap couldn't hurt. He rested beside her with his eyes closed and listened to her soft breathing. The post orgasmic release must have sapped his energy too, because Nate sensed he was waking up when Martha rolled onto her side, with her back to him. He lifted his hand up as she rolled, letting her breast slip away unmolested.

Nate pulled up a quilt that was folded at bottom of the bed, and covered them both. Then he cuddled behind Martha in spoon formation, resting his hand on her shoulder. Nate felt Martha silently take hold of his hand, and she guided it over her chest and rested it on top of her breast again. They fell asleep together under the quilt.

Nate wasn't sure how long they were asleep, but when he awoke, the light was fading through the window. He guessed between six and seven o'clock. He pulled away from Martha, and rolled her onto her back. She drew in a deep breath as she awoke. "What time is it?" she half whispered. Nate didn't answer. Instead he slipped his right hand down her tummy, and landed his fingers over her soft pussy, and started massaging her clit again. "Oh my," Martha smiled, "is it that time already?"

Nate sat up on his knees, next to Martha's head, and he continued massaging her pussy toward her second orgasm of the afternoon. She closed her eyes and arched her back slightly. His own love rod was responding to the excitement. With his left hand, Nate gently turned Martha's face toward him, and with his cock right there, he touched it to her lips, and she welcomed it in while he continued the clitoral massage.

Martha turned her shoulders toward Nate to get a better oral purchase on his love machine while Nate increased the speed and pressure over her clit with his right hand. Martha moaned softly with Nate's cock deep in her mouth as she felt her clitoris building toward its impending release. Her breathing deepened and quickened, and Nate heard the breaths rush in and out her nose as Martha continued sucking heartily on his erect rod.

Nate quickened his tempo again, and he saw Martha's left hand clench into a fist. He could see pre-orgasmic tension mounting through her whole body. She sped up the bobbing of her head up and down his shaft. "I want to be inside your mouth when you cum," he whispered, and he heard the hoarse breathing through her nose grow louder as she approached detonation.

One final push - Nate increased the pressure on her clit - and that was all it took. Martha let out a long, cock-muffled moan as her hips rose high off the bed, and she locked a deep-space vacuum on Nate's member as orgasmic waves rippled through her flesh. Nate dug his fingers into her clit, launching a second fiery orgasmic wave through Martha's trembling body. Her moan escalated to a loud throat growl, but she didn't release the suction on Nate's cock.

At last her ecstatic climax subsided, and Martha returned her hips to the bed. She pulled away from Nate's cock with a smack of her lips. "I think this buddy could use some 69 action," she said, rising to her knees.

"Too soon," Nate shook his head, knowing his body well enough that he could not climax only an hour or two after his last orgasm. "I just wanted to feel my cock inside your mouth when I made you cum," he explained softly. They were both on their knees now, on the bed. He moved toward her and kissed her lips. Martha kissed him back lovingly, wrapping her arms around his back, and closed them in a light bear hug.

"I need a shower," Martha whispered after she pulled away. Now that she was upright, Martha could feel Nate's cum from the earlier fuck trickle down. She leaned forward again, and kissed him lightly on the lips. He kissed her back, and soon they found themselves locked again with their arms wrapped around each other. Finally, Martha pulled away with smiling eyes and climbed off the bed. She padded naked into the bathroom, and closed the door.

When Martha returned to the room twenty minutes later, she had a towel wrapped around her body. Nate was lying naked on the bed checking his cell phone for emails and news. "You hungry?" Martha asked. Nate didn't say a word, but scooched over to the edge of the bed, sitting up. He wrapped his arms around her, and pulled her in close. Nate tugged the towel loose, and let it fall to the floor. He locked her in his embrace, and Nate delicately kissed her right breast, then her left. Finally Nate looked up into her eyes. "Yeah," he smiled, "I'm hungry," and returned to planting light kisses on her nipples.

Martha shooed him away with a smile, and went to her suitcase to pull out some clothes. There was no dresser or any other furniture in the tiny room - just a bed with a deep headboard that extended two feet wide on either side with cubby holes built in to store things. That was the closest thing the room offered to dresser drawers. She opted to just leave her clothing in the suitcase.

Nate opened his own suitcase, and pulled out a fresh set of clothing after his flight. He pulled on a long sleeve blue shirt and black jeans. Martha wore blue jeans and a long sleeve white button-up blouse and the white denim jacket Nate bought her in Hamburg. He packed his used underwear and socks in a suitcase pocket he repurposed as a laundry hamper, then he folded the pants and shirt he wore earlier, and slipped them into one of the cubby holes of the headboard. Those were articles that were wearable a second time.

As part of their arrangements, Martha insisted she pay for the hotel in Rome. She warned it would not be as nice as the hotels she stayed in Rugen or Berlin. He understood Martha wanted to exercise some authority and control over their rendezvous, and Nate happy obliged.

Martha checked her maps app. There were lots of restaurants in walking distance. Last night she went to a small place called La Villetta. They checked the ratings. Martha suggested they try a place called the Crème Caramel. It looked nice, and there were several other restaurants in the vicinity in case they ruled it out. It was only six small blocks away - an easy walk, especially with Nate by her side.

They locked the room and head down the stairs. Martha's budget didn't include a hotel with an elevator. As they stepped out to the street, Martha took Nate's hand and they strolled through the night air to the restaurant. Nate asked about Briana, and Martha filled him in on what had happened in the past three months.

The friction between Martha and Briana was palpable when Martha returned to Canada. Briana barely spoke with her mother, and wouldn't say why. Martha tried to explain that their time in Germany, while far from ideal for either of them, was considerably better than Briana being held in prison for months, or years. In the end, Martha stopped trying to coddle and accommodate Briana, and she chose to live her own life, which is when she decided to accept Nate's offer and sell the house to him. Briana flew into a screeching tirade when Martha told her about the decision, and the two have not spoken since. Although she saved Briana, Martha feared she may have lost her only daughter.

Nate ventured Briana would come around given time. He guessed she was conflicted by feelings of guilt, anger, fear, and remorse. Even Briana's early-life crush on Nate might play into her feelings, Nate offered. Martha admitted that was a huge obstacle in her accepting to stay with Nate - apart from her own serious reservations. That Nate was the object of Briana's teenage crush factored heavily into Martha's outlook on the whole situation. The last thing Martha wanted was to become one of those predatory bitch moms who steals her daughter's boyfriends.

"Remember, Briana and I never had a relationship back then," Nate reminded her.

"I know," Martha nodded. "But in Briana's mind, it was different." Nate sensed, the great sex notwithstanding, Martha was nowhere close to agreeing to returning to Germany with him.

They enjoyed a nice dinner at Crème Caramel. Nate chose the veal scaloppini and Martha had a spinach stuffed chicken breast. Over dinner they talked about Nate's trips to Washington and Australia.

"That's on my bucket list," Martha mused. "I'd love to go to Australia."

"I probably have to go back next year," Nate offered. "You're welcome to join me."

"Seriously?" she asked skeptically.

"Sure," he shrugged, trying not to oversell it. "It's not a great time of year - it's their winter, which feels more like our fall," he commented, "and it's rainy season."

"So you're going back next year?" she asked inquisitively.

"Too soon to tell," Nate qualified. "You know how it is, everyone says it was a great trip, we'll have to do it again next year, but then once budgets set in and schedules fill up, you never know." Nate paused. "If I were a betting man, I'd say there's a sixty percent chance I'll go back next year."

"Do you have any other trips coming up?"

"I'm going to Canada for Christmas," he nodded, "to see my kids. And I have to go to Florida, probably in February, for meetings," he added.

"Florida in February ... too bad," she smirked sarcastically.

"It's not what it sounds like," Nate countered. "We work all day, get some dinner, and never get out. Spend the whole time in an air conditioned building."