Whatever It Takes Ch. 01

"I know this is difficult Mark, but you must understand we have been living with this for many years. She is seeing a therapist but it hasn't done her much good so far. She knows you are different. She sensed it the moment you met and so did I, after I met you for the first time. I'm afraid you may be her only hope for a future, she is so scared of losing you... and so am I." The last few words were whispered softly and I had to strain hard to hear them. "I know how patient you've been; you are a good man Mark, but please don't do this to her. Since meeting you she is a changed person, she is happy for the first time in years. Please don't throw it all away; there are things we can do...together we make it better."

I felt able to speak for the first time in several minutes, although the solid lump in my throat made it painful. "I don't want to hurt her, I love her", I almost choked on my own words, "but you must see I have my own life to lead. I really want to help but I cannot help having needs of my own. I am so sorry but I want a wife and a family." I could not believe how selfish those words sounded when said aloud. I felt ashamed of myself.

"But so does Sarah; I'm begging you, just give her some more time." Emma waited for a response. When none was forthcoming, she continued. "Listen to me, Sarah tells me everything. For years she bottled everything up inside, she thought I must have known about her father but I swear to God I didn't have any idea. The moment I found out, we got out. Now we talk about everything, and we have spoken about you many, many times."

There was another long pause. "Did you hear what I said earlier? There are things we can do to make things better." I noted the change in her tone. She was once again a confident mature woman in control of the situation.

"We won't let you walk away without a fight, Mark. Sarah and I will do whatever it takes to keep you in our lives...whatever it takes." Her last words were heavily emphasised. There was a long pause prompting me to look into her eyes seeking an explanation. Once again, she appeared to be in some conflict, debating her next steps. A determined look came into her deep blue eyes and I sensed she had a come to some decision.

She moved away from me, creating a short gap between us. Despite my charged emotional state, I couldn't help but notice her full curvaceous figure. As she stepped away, she turned to face me directly, her body square on to mine. She locked her eyes with me and slowly slipped one strap of her dress off a pale shoulder. That one action spoke volumes and it was clear we were entering new territory in our relationship. She moved again, now turning sideways on to me. I was looking at her in profile, a perspective that emphasised the ample curves of her breasts, heavier and more rounded than her daughter's, but equally exquisite. She smoothed the wrinkles from her dress, caressing the feminine curves of her hips and thighs. She lowered her chin so that was touching the smooth pale skin of her shoulder, all the time looking at me with a mix of uncertainty and expectation. Despite her ruined makeup, she still looked amazingly attractive and sexy but also vulnerable and uncertain.

"You don't have to do this Emma". It took all of my resolve to say but I couldn't help but feel that she felt obliged to act out of character in this way; it felt too much like emotional blackmail. I stepped towards her and slid the dress strap back into place. Foolishly, I allowed my hand to linger on her cool skin and felt my own resolve crumble.

"I know." Her reply was short and simple but as she spoke she again slipped off the strap, but this time in a manner that brooked no contradiction.

"And it's because you say and do things like this, that I know I am doing is the right thing." She continued.

" I am just going upstairs to fix myself up, I must look a mess." Almost without thinking, I blurted a reply:

"I think you look amazing, I always have."

She smiled, seemingly satisfied with my response.

"I must get out of this dress, it feel suffocating. Would you help me with the zip?" She asked the question as she turned her back to me, confident of my response. I nodded, even though I was conscious that she was no longer looking at me. My mouth was dry as with a trembling hand I pulled the zip downwards until it stopped just a few inches above the swell of her bottom. Her now gaping dress allowed me to see that she was wearing what looked like a black corset. I let my hands fall to my sides unsure of what to do; unsure of what she expected. I longed to reach around and cup her heavy breasts, wanting to feel the soft yielding flesh in the palms of my hands. I longed to kiss her slender neck, but my lack of confidence stopped me. There was an expectant pause. I sensed she was waiting for me to make a move but when I failed to take the initiative she sighed and walked slowly to the foot of the staircase, her hips swaying seductively. Before ascending, she paused. Once again, she turned to face me.

"Don't worry about Sarah, she is okay with this; whatever it takes Mark. Just give me a few minutes". Only a fool could mistake her intent. She held my gaze momentarily and, as if to reinforce her intent, she slipped the remaining strap from her pale shoulder, before she turned away clutching the front of her dress to her bosom to stop it falling and then started up the stairs.

I remained rooted to the spot. The sudden turn of events was staggering. I had not previously thought of Emma in an overtly sexual way but the bulge in my pants suggested that that was no longer the case. My mind was racing, trying to rationalise what was happening. I had come here tonight intending to break up with Sarah, but in order to persuade me to stay in the relationship, her own mother was attempting to seduce me, apparently with Sarah's consent. I was twenty-three years old, standing in a kitchen with an increasingly painful erection while an extremely attractive mature woman was waiting to have sex with me upstairs. I reflected on the fact that I had not been with a woman in over three years and I hungered for the soft and sensuous feel of a naked woman held against my own naked body.

The decision was easier to make than it should have been, but I could not ever remember being so deliciously nervous or excited. My heart was pounding in my chest. Three or four minutes had passed before I slowly followed my girlfriend's mother upstairs. When I reached the top step, I saw five doors. I briefly wondered which was Sarah's room conscious that I had never been invited to this part of the house before. Only one door was slightly ajar, a soft, inviting light emanating from within. I took off my shoes and crept quietly towards the light. I drew a deep breath and slowly pushed the door open, revealing the interior. It was obviously Emma's bedroom. The dress she had been wearing was now on the floor, lying in a crumpled heap just inside the door, as if it had been discarded carelessly and in a hurry. As I entered, I saw Emma standing at the foot of a large double bed. The lights were subdued, creating a romantic and comfortable atmosphere, but at that point, I only had eyes for her. She was a truly stunning looking woman, now dressed only in provocative, black lingerie. She had now reapplied her makeup and looked radiant; with no hint of the tears or emotions she had displayed downstairs just a short time ago.

"Well, do you like what you see?" She asked confidently. "I think most men like stockings, but I wasn't too sure about the stilettos or the basque."

"They are perfect," I replied. My mouth was dry. No woman had ever dressed to please me in such an overtly provocative way before. Her choice of underwear certainly pleased me. Emma's full breasts were pushed upwards by a black lacy basque, accentuating her deep cleavage. It was laced up tightly, making her pale breasts heave with every breath.

"I thought you had gotten lost," she said reproachfully. "Now are you going to just stand there gawping or are you going to give this old lady a treat?"

Disappointed with my lack of response she continued, almost taunting now.

"Come on don't be shy, I can see you want me. Do you like them; are they big enough for you?" As she spoke, she cupped her breasts in her hands, forcing them even higher, seeming to enjoy their heavy, yielding softness. I remained spellbound, transfixed by the sight in front of me, waiting to see what she would say or do next. As she released her breasts, they settled back with a delicious wobble. I watched intently as she began tugging ever so slowly at the basque's front zip. She stopped when it reached around halfway, fully aware of the effect her actions were having on me. Her large breasts were threatening to burst out, now that the constricting pressure of the basque had been released. I could contain myself no longer. I strode purposefully across the room, took her in my arms and kissed her passionately; our tongues entwining and probing. She tasted delicious and my urgent reaction seemed to galvanise her into activity.

"Use me," she gasped between kisses, "do whatever you fucking want with me".

She frantically unbuttoned my shirt, virtually ripping it from my body. Even before the discarded shirt had hit the floor we again embracing tightly and I became conscious of the wonderful contrasting feel of the stiff, rasping fabric of the lacy basque and the scented, softness of her skin against my chest.

Even in her high stiletto shoes, she was several inches shorter than me and in order to kiss she had to tilt her head back at an acute angle. Our kiss was again long and full of passion. When our lips finally parted, she took a gulp of air.

"You are gorgeous. I want to do something for you."

She lowered her head and surprised me when she started to flick the moist tip of her tongue across my nipples. It was the first time anyone had done this to me and I was thrilled by the unexpected stimulation it caused. I barely noticed when her hands dropped to my belt and began loosening it. As it came free, she unceremoniously pulled at my pants dragging them to the floor, taking my socks with them. I was now naked in front of this beautiful, mature woman. My straining cock stuck straight up in the air, my intense arousal holding it firmly against my stomach, as hard as I have ever seen it. Emma looked up at me appreciatively. She had remained on her knees after removing the last of my clothing.

"My my, look at who is a big boy," she giggled. I knew it was ludicrous but her comments stroked my ego and I basked in the belief that she thought I was so well endowed. I am not unusually large as far as length is concerned but I consider myself blessed that I have a cock that is much thicker than most; at least those cocks I have seen in porno films. Keeping her eyes locked on mine, she gripped my cock firmly in both hands and pulled at it so that it was pointing horizontally at her face. She teased me by placing a soft wet kiss on the shining taut skin, causing my erection to convulse in uncontrolled response. Then, as I had dared to hope, she opened her mouth and allowed the head to enter her sweet, hot mouth, her bright red lipstick highlighting just how far her lips had to stretch in order to accommodate me. Even though she was struggling to take my thickness, I felt her tongue flicking rapidly around the head. Judging by the sensations I was experiencing I guessed she had done this before.

The evening so far had been a series of stimulating, emotional peaks and troughs. With the intense visual stimulation I had received over the last fifteen minutes or so, coupled with the exquisite warmth and of Emma's mouth and busy tongue, I knew that I would not be able to last long.

I ran my fingers through her silky, golden hair encouraging her to continue.

"If you keep doing that I am going to come." I croaked. My warning only seemed to encourage her into even greater effort. She briefly allowed my cock to slip from her mouth, strings of her saliva dripping onto her breasts.

"Whatever it takes," she whispered, "do whatever feels good." Without waiting for a response, she renewed her ministrations, unceremoniously forcing my cock as deep into her throat as possible. As she impaled her small mouth on my erection, she used one hand to cup my throbbing balls, fondling them gently, allowing her sharp manicured nails to stimulate the sensitive area around my anus. Her other hand pumped away at the base of my shaft, trying in vain to encircle my thickness.

I started to thrust gently, easing my cock even deeper into Emma's throat, an instinctive and almost involuntary movement. She had given me a green light to selfishly enjoy the moment. I kept my eyes open throughout, drinking in the vision of this beautiful woman acting like a slut, satisfied and stimulated by the knowledge that her every action was designed only to enhance my pleasure. When she sensed my approaching orgasm, she placed her hands behind her back and clasped them together, locking them in place with her fingers. From my vantage point, it looked as if her hands had been tied up, giving her no choice but to submit to my urgent desires. The image pushed me closer to the edge. When the inevitable release came, it came quickly. I gave her no warning; she expected none and she had asked for none. I groaned out load when my hot spunk shot from the end of my cock splashing against the roof of her mouth. She grunted in surprise but did her best to swallow my emission, causing her to remove her mouth from my still spurting cock. Now free of her mouth another convulsion splashed a streak of thick semen diagonally across her face. Yet another strong uncontrolled spurt flew high into the air before the ropes of sticky fluid fell back into her hair with a soft splatter. It was Emma's turn to groan in appreciation before she again jammed her mouth back onto my cock just as another spasm sprayed yet more semen into her willing and enthusiastic mouth. Slowly the eruptions subsided and Emma took the opportunity to gulp down the thick salty liquid.

I had not taken my eyes off her for an instant and I had watched as copious amounts of my semen transformed her appearance from a respectable attractive woman into a cum drenched porn actress. For the second time that night, her eye makeup was running down her cheeks, but this time there were no sign of tears.

I stepped away and looked at the vision of loveliness that was still kneeling in front of me, her hands still clasped behind her back, her head lowered in a submissive manner.

I offered her my hands and helped her to her feet. I took her in my arms, holding her close. I smoothed some semen away from her mouth and then kissed my girlfriend's mother deeply. I did not care that I could taste myself on her lips.

"Thank you," I gasped, "that was fucking unbelievable".

I was euphoric and felt the need to thank her for giving me the most erotic and sexually satisfying experience of my life.

She smiled, "Don't think I'm finished with you yet," she purred. She gently extricated herself from my embrace and moved gracefully over to the bedside table where she used a tissue to remove the semen from her hair and face. She sat down and patted the bed at her side inviting me to sit with her.

We sat in silence for a few moments, both of us reflecting on our actions and perhaps the consequences of those actions. I thought of Sarah, and how I was going to face her.

"You are thinking of Sarah aren't you?" Emma said accusingly, but without rancour.

"Yes," I admitted. Now that I had satisfied my lust, I was starting to regret my actions, however pleasurable they may have been.

"Don't feel guilty. Do you think I would do this to my own daughter if it were just for my own pleasure? Sarah knows she cannot expect to keep you without having a sexual relationship. We came up with this solution together. It was her suggestion that if it came to it, that I would try to seduce you. I have always been attracted to you but would never have done anything if the two of you could make it work. I was even more determined to help when Sarah told me how patient you have been with her."

Somehow, I felt flattered.

"So what happens now?" I asked.

"I want you and Sarah to stay together, give her a chance to overcome her problem. This is just sex with no strings. Sarah doesn't want to lose you but she knows you cannot be expected to live without a physical relationship and that sooner or later you would have found someone else. This way we all benefit. You and Sarah stay together, you can have sex whenever and however you want and I get to sleep with an attractive young man half my age. I don't want another relationship, but I have needs... just like you, and this monster...", she giggled as she dropped her hand to my semi flaccid cock and gave it a gentle squeeze, "will keep me more than happy".

It sounded like a rehearsed speech. In the bizarre circumstances, I found it difficult to fault her logic, although just how we were going to make this seem normal, was for the moment, beyond me.

"Well, are we going to try to make this work, or are you going to walk away and break Sarah's heart?"

Her words had a hint of emotional blackmail in them, but I was hardly in a position to moralise. In truth, I was confused about my feelings. It seemed shallow to stay for the sex, but even as the thought came to my mind, I conveniently dismissed it. My main reason for leaving had been to seek a reasonably happy future for myself. I had assumed that Sarah was simply not interested in a physical relationship and by implication children. If a future with Sarah were still possible then I would do whatever I could to secure it, or at least give it every chance of succeeding.

"I'll stay," I said, "but I can't imagine Sarah being happy with the circumstances."

Emma heaved a sigh of relief. "Leave that to me, it won't be as difficult as you may think. I know you won't regret this decision." She sounded confident and I was inclined to believe her. "Besides", she continued, "we have the house to ourselves for the next few hours".

I smiled.

Okay, I thought in for a penny as they say, let's see if we can find some boundaries. I had bought into her proposal and now felt much more confident.

"What did you mean earlier when you said I could have sex however I want?"

By way of reply, Emma stood up and pirouetted in front of me finishing with a wiggle of her bottom.

"Just tell me what to do and I will do it." My cock was again straining towards the ceiling.

"Anything at all?" I asked hardly daring to believe my ears.

"Why don't you stop talking and try me." She replied, sounding slightly impatient.

"Take off your basque then." I commanded.

Without a murmur she complied, removing the garment quickly in an almost clinical and matter of fact way. I saw her breasts for the very first time. Their shape captivated me as well as the almost imperceptible way they seemed to move of their own volition. Emma's nipples were erect and the areolas dark and crinkled in arousal. The speed and willingness with which she had complied with my direction made me want to experiment further with this new game.

"Are your nipples sensitive?" I ventured. She nodded her reply.

"Do you like to touch them when you are alone in your bed?"

"Yes." She breathed and without delay, she cupped her heavy breasts in her hands, lifting them slightly, and started to flick her thumbs repeatedly across the turgid nubs, each sensual touch producing a gentle moan of delight. Her eyes had closed, and she was obviously concentrating on the pleasure she was experiencing at her own hand.

I let her continue for a few moments.