My Mother, My Lover Ch. 06

It was my turn to growl now, in appreciation of this beautiful woman standing before me wearing only stockings, heels and a look on her face that said more clearly than any words, "Here I am, now come and take me and do mind-blowing things to me."

We stood within inches of each other, gazing deep into each other's eyes before I reached out and ran my hands across Carole's shoulders, down her arms and over the smooth intoxicating swell of her butt. Her skin was like warm silk, rippling and moving with the play of her muscles as I stroked and teased her. She shivered and linked her arms round my neck, giving me access to her beautiful tits with their areolas now deeply crinkled and her nipples rock hard. Moving slightly to one side, I swept a hand down around her breast cupping it, then shifting my hand up and pinching the nipple hard. Carole gasped and sighed, and did so again when I gave her other breast the same attention.

All this time, we had not spoken but communicated by looks and potent, arousing touches. This continued when I took Carole's head in my hands and kissed her deeply and with long drawn-out desire. Her mouth opened and we kissed and nibbled at each other's lips, with our tongues duelling in a wet, erotic dance

We broke at last, and I told Carole in a rasping voice, choked with lust, "Stay just where you are, and don't move."

She looked at me with a "naughty girl" half-smile, and replied demurely, "Yes, sir."

I went into the bedroom, turned back and pulled down the covers, then returned to the lounge and swept Carole up in my arms causing her to squeal in surprise. I quickly carried her to the bed and deposited her in the middle of the spotless sheets.

She squirmed, her body undulating, and she reached her arms out to me. "I want you, Jesse, right now. I need you inside me, filling me with your beautiful cock. Please come and love me, my darling boy."

How could I refuse -- I lay beside her and whispered in her ear, "I want you to ride me so that I can play with your beautiful tits and watch as you cum. First, though, I want to make sure that the pump is primed." So saying, I ran a finger across her sopping pussy, collecting her leaking juices, and put my finger to her lips. She sucked her juice from my finger urgently, humming as she did so.

"I must make sure," I teased and sliding down, licked her open slit from her puckered arse to her clit, now standing proud from its sheath. I rolled her little nubbin with my tongue and Carole squealed and bucked, gasping with pleasure and anticipation.

Moving up again, I slapped her twice on the side of each cheek of her arse, eliciting more squeals. Then I demanded, "Now, my beautiful slut, impale yourself on my burning cock."

Carole moaned, then swung one leg over me and positioned her dripping pussy over my rigid rod. Almost unbelievably slowly, she lowered herself onto me, her velvety sleeve gripping the whole of my cock. She moved forward, leaning on her hands and lowering her breasts until they touched my chest with unbearable lightness. Her hair flowed over our faces, closing us into a supremely intimate world of our own.

She began sliding herself up and down my cock and then raised herself to balance her body on her hands. Her tits swayed in front of me, offering an irresistible invitation to kiss, lick and bite them. Carole gasped and moaned with pleasure as I stroked my tongue around her areolas then nibbled at the nipples, moving from one to the other and causing her to tremble and whimper. "Oh god, yes, darling, please, please don't stop. You know how much I love you to bite my nipples." I did so, and Carole responded with a sharp intake of breath and a cry of pleasure, then pushed down hard around my rigid cock, forcing me into the depth of her steaming cunt and with our pubic bones grinding together.

She was gasping, moaning and driving herself up and down my cock, getting faster as she went. I pulled her head down and crushed her lips against mine. Our kiss was a firestorm of passion and we melted into one another, working our lips and tongues feverishly as our mutual orgasms came closer. At the same time, Carole clung to me, digging her nails deeply into my shoulders.

As Carole pushed down on me, I countered by pushing up to meet her in a reciprocal aching blaze of sexual hunger. Her eyes were closed; she bit her lip and threw her head back. Her body arched backwards making her breasts rise proudly from her body. I thrust upwards into her silken, trembling sex as she continued to ride me harder and more hungrily. We both moaned as the excitement and tension grew. I first pulled at her hard, erect nipples, causing her to gasp and squeal, then my hands moved down to her bottom and I squeezed her cheeks hard, pulling her down onto me as she continued to rotate her hips.

We looked into each other's eyes as she continued sliding up and down on my cock. Her moans were a counterpoint to mine and she leaned forward, bracing her hands on my shoulders, thrusting herself fast and hard on my cock which was being thoroughly massaged by her sleek and silky cunt muscles.

Carole's body started to shudder and she was near to the point of no return. "Oh Jesse, Jesse, oh god, fuck me until I can take no more then fuck me again. Fill me with your cum like I'm going to drown your cock inside me. Oh Jesse, my love, fill me, do me, screw me, fuck me, yes ... yes ... yes ... YES."

Carole shook like a tree in a gale and her screams were enough to send me over the edge. "Yes, you beautiful slut, you gorgeous bitch, I'm going to flood you with my cum. Oh god, you are so beautiful, I can't ... I don't know ... oh Carole, I'm cumming, cumming, NOW." With those words, my cock detonated a huge load into the depths of her cunt, careering out of control through my electrified cock.

This was enough to send Carole thundering into a sensational orgasm, gasping, screaming and finally collapsing onto me in a quivering welter of sobs and incoherent words of lust.

As the ecstasy diminished and our breathing returned to something like normal, we kissed again, this time a soft, tender pledge of love and gratitude as well as a shared wonder that our lovemaking could be so beautiful and so fulfilling.

Carole looked at me and smiled a sleepy smile. "Oh god, Jesse, I love you so much, but I feel as if I've been turned inside out and had all my bones stripped away. I feel like a jelly would feel if a jelly could feel. Would you feel really offended if I go to sleep?"

"Of course not, sweetheart -- I feel a bit the same way, although in my case, I feel as if I've been put through a press and turned into pulp. I love you too, and nothing right now could make me love you more. Turn onto your side and let me spoon into you, so the last thing I feel before I go to sleep will be your gorgeous body pressed close to mine."

I heard Carole giggle softly as she turned, and we were both fast asleep very quickly.

We were both woken next morning by a knocking on the door announcing breakfast. I threw on a shave coat and brought in the meal.

"Happy birthday, my love," I smiled, and after thanking me, Carole suggested that we should share breakfast in bed, and we fed each other, laughed and made all sorts of improbable suggestions about what we could do for the rest of the day.

After the meal, Carole got out of bed, gloriously naked. "I'm going to have a shower in this lovely big bathroom, and if you would like your hair washed, I'd be happy to do it," she teased with a wicked twinkle in her eyes. I jumped out of bed, and raced after her, catching her a satisfying smack across her bare butt, being rewarded with a squeal and a quick kiss.

We soon lathered up, and I ran my soap-laden hands all over her body, generating purrs and gasps of pleasure. Carole washed my hair, getting sufficiently close to rub her tits over my chest, and I reciprocated by shampooing her soft thick hair, then washing it out with the hand shower which I turned, 'by mistake' I claimed, into her pussy, making her groan with delight.

Carole then surprised me by asking, "Jesse, honey, would you be prepared to give me a special birthday treat?"

"Depends what it is, gorgeous." I replied.

She put her mouth close to my ear almost as if someone else was listening and whispered, "Fuck my arse!"

This alone almost made me cum, but I maintained sufficient self-control to ask, "Are you sure, sweetie -- I don't want to hurt you?"

"Yes, Jesse, I've never forgotten that first time, it was so unexpected and so incredibly exciting that I want some more."

For some reason, anal had not been a regular part of our lovemaking, and I was also excited at the thought of filling her sexy arse. "Okay, lovely lady, I'll be gentle—to start with, anyway," I laughed.

With warm water still flowing over us, I soaped up and gently stroked in between Carole's arse cheeks, sliding over her crinkled rosebud. She sighed and held onto me, then gasped as I eased a finger inside her, up to the second knuckle. She whimpered as I withdrew, but then squealed in delight as I went down on my knees and worked my tongue up into her anus.

"Ooh yes, Jesse, so good. I love the squishy feel of your tongue right there. Mmm, don't stop -- it' so naughty but so nice."

"Meanie," she complained when I withdrew and stood up.

"Now let's see how well we can fit something else in there," I replied. "Hold onto the rail, bend forward and spread your legs as far as is comfortable."

Carole hurried to obey, and I first stroked my fingers across her nether hole, then inserted first one finger as far as it would go and moved it around to start the loosening up process. Carole hummed with pleasure and anticipation. I inserted a second finger to further relax her sphincter.

Withdrawing again, I soaped up her hole and my cock, getting both very slippery. "Are you ready, you depraved slut?" I demanded as Carole giggled.

"Yes, yes, oh god don't make me wait," she pleaded, and I eased my now rampant cock into her tight opening. At first there was some resistance from her sphincter muscle, but Carole quickly relaxed, allowing my cock to slide into her back passage. She murmured and gasped with satisfaction as I worked in and out, slowly at first but gradually gathering pace as I sensed her opening up and starting to push back. Soon, Carole was fucking herself on my cock, her excitement growing in cries of delight and demands for me to "fuck my arse you big stud," and "do me good, I love this," and fill my rectum with your hot cum, lover," and more erotic demands.

Carole's climax was starting to rise and I decided to give it a helping hand -- literally. I reached round and started stroking across her slit, now wet both from the shower and from her own juices. She screamed as I found her engorged clit and rolled it between my fingers, pinching it as I did so.

"Oh god, oh fuckfuckfuck I'm so near to cumming you motherfucker, don't you dare stop."

Using Carole's soft, smooth arse and hearing her delighted responses had been taking me ever closer to my own climax. I could feel the cum starting to boil in my balls and the little electric shocks starting in my cock.

"Me too, you beautiful slut. I'm going to cum in you so hard. I'm going to fill you to overflowing. I'm going to make you scream with delight. I'm going to ... oh my god, I'm there, I'm there, get ready for it; here comes my whole load," I howled at last.

This, combined with my continued assault on both her anus and her clit were enough to send Carole over the edge, and as I had a major, roaring orgasm, she achieved the same result. Her screams rose in a crescendo and she shook violently, coming close to dislodging me. Her body locked up tight, including the muscles of her arse which held me in a vice-like grip. After what seemed like an eternity, probably ten seconds at the most, Carole gave a deep moan and relaxed completely, almost slipping to the floor. I held her tight around the waist and we both slowly subsided to the floor of the shower letting the water flow over us, washing away the tension but leaving a deep and beautiful feeling of joy and release.

We dried off, and dried each other off with much patting, stroking, laughing, kissing and general fooling around. I dressed quickly, but Carole looked at me, saying, "Shit, what am I going to wear? I can't really get dressed up in my glad rags again."

"Ah, well, you see, this is where my co-conspirators came in," I laughed and handed her a neatly packed case with a sensible skirt and blouse, undies, pantyhose and shoes.

"Oho, so Dee-Dee and Charlie were in on your little plot to kidnap me and hold me here overnight, were they?" Carole also laughed. "I see they've stuck to 'sensible' rather than 'outlandish' and I'm very grateful."

I sat on the bed, again watching Carole dress, with a broad smirk on my face. "You just can't help yourself, can you?" she pretended severity, but the sparkle in her eyes gave the game away. "You've got this kinky thing about watching me dress."

"Guilty as charged," I grinned. "Now are you going to do the business and let me get my jollies or are we going to stay here all day?"

Carole tossed her head in the air in an attempt at scorn, but she dressed slowly and sensually, something I always found most captivating.

"Okay, Jesse, let's go get a taxi," Carole said and started for the door.

I took a deep breath and asked her to come and sit on the bed next to me. Carole looked a bit puzzled, but did as I asked.

"Mum," I started, although I'd got out of the habit of calling her that in our sexual interludes. "I've got something to ask you." She continued to look puzzled, but nodded her head in agreement.

At that, I dropped onto one knee in front of her and said, "I know that legally, this can never happen. But if it could, my dearest love, would you marry me?"

The puzzled look turned first to astonishment, then to a blaze of elation as what I had said sank in. "Oh you silly, silly boy. Of COURSE I would, yes, yes, a million times, yes." She immediately grabbed me by both shoulders and pulled me up, delivering a big hot wet sloppy kiss -- and then burst into tears. Clearly, though, these were tears of joy. Then looking straight at me, she asked, "What's brought this on?"

"Well, I had this thought. I love you so much, and I wanted to sort of find a way for us to swear our love to each other. I realise that we can't do that through the normal channels, but I don't think that matters. What does matter is that we're willing to commit to each other, ''til death do us part'. So I thought we might go home, then take a little while to write out some vows that we could make to each other. We could find a quiet, peaceful place and in front of two people that we love and trust and who love and trust us, we could repeat those vows, pledging ourselves to each other. What do you think?"

Carole burst into tears again. "Jesse, that is the most wonderful idea I have ever heard. Yes, an absolutely unqualified YES," she shouted, then went silent for a while. "Jesse, do you think that those two people that we love and trust and who love and trust us might be interested in doing the same thing? Then we could be witnesses for them."

"Carole, you are a genius. We'll ask them as soon as we get back."

She started to rise again, but I stopped her briefly. "One other thing, my love. We've just agreed to love, honour and oh boy, so this needs to be sealed officially." So saying, I pulled a blue velvet box from my pocket and taking her left hand, slid a diamond engagement ring onto the third finger. For the third time, Carole burst into tears.

"Oh dear, I am crying so much, but I'm just overwhelmed with happiness. Jesse, this is so very beautiful; thank you so much. I shall wear it always."

"Mmm, yes, although it might be a bit tricky to wear it on your left hand in public. Certainly in the house; maybe on your right hand in public?"

Carole looked deeply into my eyes. "I only have one thing to say to you, Jesse Mason. I am deeply, helplessly, totally in love with you -- I think I always have been. What you've just said and done has told me that you feel just the same, and I want no more than this."

"Carole, you are truly superb; I'm under your spell, and I think I always have been. And I want no more than that."

We grinned at each other, grabbed our bags, caught a taxi and headed for home.

Dee-Dee and Charlie were in the lounge gossiping when we arrived, and they both knew instantly that something had happened. "Okay, you two," Dee-Dee started, "you both look as if you've won the lottery; what's going on?"

"Jesse asked me to marry him, and I said 'yes"," Carole crowed, flashing her ring to gasps of appreciation from the others.

"You two do know that you can't legally do that, don't you?" Charlie was always the practical one.

"Yes," I replied, "but I don't think that matters too much." I explained our wish to make a public commitment to each other in front of them as witnesses, saying, "This gives it a substantial ethical or moral element that may not be present in a formal ceremony."

"We also thought," I continued to Charlie, "that you and Dee-Dee might possibly be interested ..."

I was cut short by a simultaneously explosive cry of "YES" from both Charlie and Dee-Dee, and we all charged together for a huge group hug.

Three weeks later, after Dee-Dee had confirmed that she was pregnant, we gathered on the shore of a quiet bay in the warm sunshine of an early evening. First Carole and I, then Dee-Dee and Charlie recited our vows to each other with some tears of joy. To formalise it a little, we each signed a printed copy of the vows to keep as a reminder of our shared love.

I sprang one last surprise on my "bride". "Sweetheart, do you remember just before Dee-Dee came into our lives, we were planning a holiday on an island in the Barrier Reef? Well, I've gone and done it again; we fly out for our honeymoon in two days time."

Carole jumped and squealed with delight, but then sobered down just a little. "What about Dee-Dee and Charlie?"

"Well," I replied, "Dee-Dee and Charlie have agreed to hold the fort until we get back, then I've arranged to stake them for an identical holiday in the same place for their honeymoon."

Whoops of joy all round greeted that announcement, and we finished the day with a toast to all of us, before we returned to something roughly approximating normality.

Epilogue

We have now reached a point where we should say farewell to Jesse and Carole, Dee-Dee and Charlie so that they can be allowed to live their lives without the ever present pen of the biographer peering over their shoulders. All the same, the fiction writer does have the luxury of being able to look into the future.

Dee-Dee gave birth to a healthy daughter named Jessica Carole, and three years later, she had a son, Simon Jesse. Simon was also Jesse's son, but Dee-Dee decided that this time she'd agree to be "messed around" by a gynaecologist rather than take the risk of family tensions over another natural impregnation. The "add-on" house was completed, although not until shortly after Jessica's birth, and Dee-Dee, Charlie and their family soon turned it into a warm and happy home.

Jesse finished his psychology degree and after an "apprenticeship" in the city, set up his own practice in an office built onto the original home. He also set up his photo studio, and gained a reputation for very discreet but very sensual glamour photography. He also converted another of the old farm sheds into a small gymnasium and eventually a heated pool and spa for the families.

Carole's business flourished with Charlie's marketing skills, particularly after she finished a marketing degree and they went from strength to strength.