Expelled From the Garden of Eden

Becky Adamcyzk walked into Sitwell’s and looked around the crowded coffeehouse for her cyber lover. ‘Cyber lover,’ she thought with a mirthless chuckle. ‘Adam’ was the closest thing she’d had to any kind of lover in over three years, possibly longer if you considered the loveless marriage she had endured for years before her bitter divorce.

She spied an apple in the middle of a table in the back of the busy room. Glancing around to verify it was not some sort of table decoration first, Becky cautiously approached the secluded table. Under the apple was a piece of paper with Eve written across the front in a bold script. Taking a seat at the table, she opened the letter with a shaky hand.

If you’re here you’re ready to take the next step, ready to live your fantasies. Ready to do all the things we talked about, feel the things that we only imagined.

“Are you ready for it, Eve?” A husky voice whispered from behind her. His warm breath against her ear sent a flood of desire throughout her body.

Becky made a move to turn, but his hands on her shoulders stopped her. “Do you want me Eve?“ With infinite gentleness he sucked her lobe between his teeth, slowly worrying the lobe between his teeth.

“Yes.” She moaned, her head tilting to the side to allow him easier access.

His crafty tongue danced along the shell of her ear. His left hand slid down to subtly caress the underside of her breast. “Are you willing to give in to that desire now, no matter what?”

This was the point of no return. She could stop this madness now. But she didn’t have the strength to resist her irrational longing for him. “Yes.” She hissed, shuddering as his fingers brushed lightly over her nipple.

“Close your eyes, sweetheart.” He urged, his hands falling away from her.

‘This is it.’ She thought, her heart racing. ‘The moment of truth.’ To Becky the wait seemed interminable. What would he say? What would he think of her? Unable to wait another moment she opened her eyes, only to discover she was alone at the table again. Her eyes fell on the apple again, which now had a bite missing from it. Underneath was a hotel room key card annotated simply with Holiday Inn Room 319. Smiling, she sunk her teeth into the succulent fruit where he had bitten into it, savoring what the evening had in store for them.

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The light flashed green and she pulled the card out before twisting the handle and pushing the door open. She stepped into the room and the door closed behind her, plunging her into total darkness. Her hand reached out tentatively in the dark to search the wall for a light switch.

“Let’s leave them off for now.” His voice was a husky whisper and he was standing behind her again, his hands helping her out of her jacket.

Becky’s skin tingled as his fingers slid down her arms. “But I want to—“

“In good time.” He promised, moving away from her for a moment to hang up her jacket. “Will you trust me, Eve?”

His fingers were against her cheek, gently caressing her. “I, uh, yes.” She conceded in a breathy whisper. If he wanted control of the situation, she’d let him have it.

Becky felt the cool brush of silk against her skin, felt the press of the fabric over her eyes. “I want to make every one of your fantasies come true Eve.” He murmured as he fastened the scarf around her eyes. “Do you remember the first time we talked? What you confessed to me that you wanted?”

“Yes.” Her voice hitched in her throat as she recalled their first conversation. She had confessed to Adam that she had always wanted to be blindfolded and taken by a stranger. The thought of her secret lover doing the things to her that she had admitted on their first encounter made her weak with need.

“I’m going to do that.” He promised, his hands now working slowly down the button closure of her blouse. “I’m going to do all of the things that you told me about, the things no one else has ever done to you.”

She felt his tongue lick her nipple right through her bra. The wet lace rubbed enticingly over the rock-hard tips. She slid her hands into his silky hair, holding him close to her breasts, silently urging him to continue. He pushed her blouse off her shoulder and dropped it to the floor before switching his attention to her other nipple, treating it to the same sweet torture.

His hands found the zipper at the side of her skirt and slowly eased it down and off of her. Adam laid a gentle string of kisses across her collarbone, working his way up to her chin. He paused for a moment when his exploring hands ran over her garter belt. She could feel him smile against her cheek. “The garter belt?”

Becky gave a jerky nod. “I thought—“ But anything else she might say was swallowed up when his mouth covered hers. His tongue gently probed her mouth, brushing tentatively against hers. She had been longing for this moment seemingly forever, but until their tongues actually met and danced the age-old lover’s dance did she fully understand the depth of her need for him. As the kiss deepened she was reassured that what she did here tonight was the right thing.

Adam unfastened her bra and eased her out of it, adding it to a growing pile of clothes on the floor. Again his mouth sought out her nipples, sucking each into his mouth in turn, biting on the hard tips before laving them lovingly with his tongue. He ground against her and she could feel his throbbing cock pulsing against her through his jeans.

Without her realizing it he had moved them to the bed and gently laid her down on the cool sheets. A light clicked on somewhere in the room and a soft glow filtered under the scarf covering her eyes. She could hear him removing his clothes before easing down on the bed next to her. “Your body is so beautiful.” He said softly, his hand gliding over her fevered flesh. “I’ve looked at your pictures a thousand times, imagining this moment.” His hands moved over the top of her thigh high nylons, following them to the inside of her upper thigh. The backs of his fingers grazed feather light over her pubic mound.

“But this evening is for you, not for me.” He stopped his leisurely inspection and moved away from her. She ached with unfulfilled longing. His weight shifted off the bed for a moment before he returned and she could feel him hovering over her. When she felt the first brush of ice over her nipple she arched off the bed in response to the icy fire chasing through her veins. He followed up the cold with a slow, hot lick of his tongue and she felt a rush of moisture between her legs. With agonizing slowness he slid the ice across her chest and lapped at the cool puddle in the valley between her breasts before moving on to her other nipple.

He then skimmed the ice down her torso, allowing the water to pool in her navel for an agonizing moment before darting his tongue in and licking up the water collected there. “Oh, Hunney, that is so good.” Adam’s hands now urged her legs apart and she felt herself growing wet with anticipation. He lightly slid the ice cube against her hot, aching folds and slowly circling her clit, not quiet touching it. When his tongue reached out and wrapped around her throbbing bud she almost climbed out of her skin. He held her in place as he slid what was left of the cube into her pussy, followed by his finger pushing it in deeper.

“You taste incredible.” His tongue moved down to replace his finger at the entrance of her pussy, sucking eagerly at the cool liquid pouring from her. Her control slipped as his tongue probed deeper and she came for him in a heated rush of sticky cum that he eagerly consumed, leaving her a shuddering mess. He crawled back up the bed and kissed her again, allowing her to taste her salty essence.

Becky reached her hand out and wrapped it around his cock, sliding slowly down his rigid length. “I seem to remember there being more to my fantasy.” She reminded him in a seductive voice.

Distracted, his thumb moved in aimless circles over her distended nipples. “But I wanted to please you.“

“This will please me, Hunney.” She insisted, sliding her hand back up his smooth cock, her thumb caressing the velvety head.

A groan erupted from somewhere deep inside of him as she rolled over his body and slithered down until she was poised over the cock in her hand. Still blindfolded, she used her tongue to explore him. She slowly licked and suckled, learning what pleased him most. At last her lips wrapped around the head of his penis and gently sucked him into her mouth, her tongue gliding over the purple tip. Adam buried his fingers in her hair and pushed her down and urged her to take more of his cock in her mouth.

Becky took all of his cock into her mouth, sucking eagerly. How many nights had she laid in her lonely bed dreaming of this moment, imagining how he would feel in her mouth, how he would taste? Her husband had had ‘issues’ with blow jobs and would never let her perform fellatio on him. That she now had such a willing partner was an incredible turn on for her.

“Uhm…Oh, yeah…Mmmmmm…Eve, I’ve got to stop right now or I’m going to cum in your mouth.” He tried to pull away but she held him in place, eager to taste the forbidden fruit that had so long been denied her. She increased her suction and started to move in sharp quick movements over his cock. The taste of his pre-cum fueled her to suck harder, work faster, until he was holding her head down and shooting a hot load into her mouth.

She swallowed the thick wad of cum, savoring his salty essence and marveling at his still erect status. Up until this moment she had believed that one night with him would be enough to satisfy her needs. Now she wasn’t sure she would ever have enough of him.

At last he shifted out from under her and gently helped her to lie face down on to the bed. “I think I owe you a massage or two.” He said, his leg sliding across her back as he straddled her ass. His hands gently wrapped around her shoulders and his fingers tenderly sunk into her flesh. “Oh, so tense.” He murmured in her ear, pressing a kiss to the lobe. The feeling of his hard chest pressed to her back, his cock nestled snuggly between her ass cheeks brought on another rush of desire. His strong fingers dug into her tight trapezius muscles and slowly worked out the knots there.

Becky moaned softly, feeling anything but relaxed as his hands worked over her body. His fingertips touched her intimately under the guise of a massage, his erection working in a slow, steady pace down her slit and back up to where the head of his cock would just catch on her bottom side. She didn’t know whether to encourage him to continue or beg him to stop this sweet torture.

By the time he rolled her over to massage her front she was a quivering puddle of desire beneath him. He spread her legs and nestled his cock at the outer rim of her pussy, just the head thrusting in when he leaned forward to massage her aching breasts. Slowly he circled the tender nipples, never quite touching them. His continued subtle thrusting into her cunt, never quite far enough in for her to lock around him, was making her wild with desire. After what seemed like an eternity, he rolled her nipples between his thumb and forefinger and Becky knew it was time to start begging. “Hunney, if you don’t quit teasing me like that I’m going to go out of my mind.”

“Oh, we can’t have that.” He agreed, easing his cock from her pussy and moving to the end of the bed to massage her feet.

Becky squealed in frustration, clawing at the sheets as his hands slowly traveled up her leg. “You are so cruel.” She protested, propping herself up on her elbows despite the fact that she couldn’t see beyond her silken blindfold.

“And here I only wanted to please you.” He teased, his hands now working her upper thighs, his fingers occasionally brushing over her clit.

“What would please me right now more than anything would be to feel your cock buried deep inside of me and you pounding into me, filling me with your cum.” She explained, her voice cracking tellingly when he slid his index finger into her pussy for one long, tempting stroke.

“Say it, Eve.” He ordered softly, repositioning himself between her legs, poised and ready to sink into her upon her command.

“Fuck me, Baby.” She pleaded, pumping up to meet his downward drive, finally feeling him plunging deeply into her. His cock seemed to swell inside of her. Every thrust pounded her into the meager hotel mattress.

Adam was fucking like a man possessed, putting his all into every thrust. She could feel his balls slapping furiously against her ass and felt him tense on the edge of his orgasm. “That’s right, Baby. Cum for Momma.” Becky urged, her pussy contracting around his swollen cock, her own orgasm raging through her.

He paused for a brief moment, tearing at her blindfold to look into her eyes as he came hot and deep inside his mother. The moment he was done he pulled away and flopped onto the bed next to her. “You knew?” He asked accusingly.

She rolled on her side to face him. “Of course I knew it was you. I’ve always known.” Becky rolled on to her side and reached out to push aside a stray lock of his hair. “How could I not know my own son?”

His eyes looked away uncomfortably. “But how? Why?”

“I’ve wanted you since I saw you fucking Debbie Markham.” She confessed, sliding her hand down his muscular chest. He had an incredible body.

He looked surprised at the mention of his high school prom date. “But that was two years ago.”

“I couldn’t tell you then. It would have scared you then to find out how much your own mother wanted you.” She explained, ignoring the heart ache swelling in her chest. “You had to see me as a woman first.” She had hoped that by letting him discover the truth ahead of time he would be better able to deal with their relationship.

“And all the stuff online?”

“Oh, Hunney, it was all real.” She assured him. “I was always fucking you, always wanting you. And you wanted me, too. Even after you found out.” Tenderly Becky put her mouth to his and kissed him deeply, hoping to ease his concerns.

He wrapped his arms around her and returned her kiss fiercely. “But this is just something special between us, right? You haven’t done this with Jason or Steve, have you?”

Marc’s uncertainty tugged at her heart strings. “No Baby. Of course I’ve never fucked your brothers. You and I have always had a special bond.”

He kissed her again and Becky knew then that everything was going to work out just the way she had hoped.