Short and Sweet

I'm lying in my bed alone at midnight, the windows open to relieve the stifling midsummer heat of my room, the sounds of trucks and cars on the nearby streets providing the usual ambient background noise, a low hum I quickly got used to after moving here nearly a year ago with my daughter. My eyes are open in the half-light, the streetlights dimly illuminating the ceiling-fan as it spins directly above me, my light duvet cast aside from my nude body as I lay there, willing sleep to take me, when I hear the newly-familiar sounds of my daughter's nocturnal activity rise from the adjacent room. I bring my hands to my face and think to myself that if I have to listen to much more of this, I'm going to lose my mind. I get up quietly, pull on my panties and my light silk top and make my way to the kitchen.

My daughter Alison met Dave about three months ago. He lives only a few streets away with his father. He's a cute boy, just turned twenty, a year older than Ali, and is polite and kind-hearted. Ali says he treats her like a princess and she seems to be very happy since they became an item. He stays over about three nights a week now and on those nights I can hear their low grunts and subtle sighs rise in a crescendo as they fuck, the unmistakable sounds of their humping coming clearly through the thin wall as I lie alone on my wide bed. I can't help but picture them as I listen, their slim young bodies enmeshed in passion, his vigorous hips stroking forward and back as he plows himself into her. Like a princess, indeed, I think to myself as I smile. Listening to my daughter's high pitched squeaks as she gets fucked makes me hot and jealous.

I am sitting on a stool at the kitchen island, frowning at my cold glass of water. I haven't been touched in so long. Having to hear them every time he stays over is a form of torture. I'm embarrassed that the closest thing to sex I have in my life, just a few months before I turn forty, is accidently eavesdropping on my daughter through my bedroom wall. I'm ashamed at my arousal when I hear his groans and her squeals of pleasure as they ride each other into shared ecstasy. I try to imagine someone taking me, like he takes her, being held and kissed by a man, taking him into me. I try to imagine being penetrated and filled by an eager cock and being fucked until I come. I realize my legs are shaking slightly as I sit there. I am jolted back to reality by Ali as she walks into the kitchen. She is wearing one of Dave's shirts, two buttons done up at the front, the hem coming halfway down her thighs. Her hair is a tousled mess. She smiles at me.

"You're up late, mom. What's wrong?"

She asks this question with genuine concern as she walks closer to me.

"Have you been crying?" she asks uncertainly.

It's only then I realize my eyes are wet.

"No, Ali, everything's fine." but my voice is a thin croak and I whimper pathetically as I feel tears roll down my cheeks.

"Oh, mom, what is it?" she pleads, looking into my eyes, taking my hands in hers.

"Oh, honey, it's nothing really, I'm just being silly." I say, composing myself.

Ali rubs my arm consolingly.

"Please, mum. What is it?"

"Really, Ali, it's nothing, I just needed to get out of my room for a little while."

She is looking me in the eyes and I see her blush as the realization dawns on her.

"Oh God, mom. You could hear us?"

"It's fine, sweetie, it's not your fault." I stand up and make my way towards the stairs.

"Wait." she says urgently. "Mom, I want to show you something."

She walks ahead of me up the stairs, beckoning me to follow. We stop outside her bedroom.

"Mom, you don't have to do anything if you don't want to. But all I ask is you don't freak out, just watch, ok?"

Before I can think of anything to say she swings the door open and storms in. She walks quickly over to her bed where Dave is lying spread-eagled on his back, completely naked, his hands and feet bound with leather straps to the posts of Ali's bed.

Ali grabs his throat and drops her face to his. I walk into the room, my eyes wide with shock. I hear her hissing at him, speaking quickly as she squeezes his throat. I'm at the foot of the bed. I don't know where to look. Dave's cock lies dormant over his balls. His crotch is entirely hairless. Ali's hand is tight around his throat, his face is puce red. I realize he can't breathe. His eyes are bulging out of his head. His arms and feet strive for freedom but his leashes hold him tight.

"You disturbed my mother's sleep, you little maggot?" Ali's voice is full of angry malice.

She releases her grip on him and he inhales frantically, shaking his head, his eyes are panicked and uncomprehending. He stutters his words.

"W-what did I do? I didn't mean it, I-"

Ali cuts him off by grabbing his throat again and he arches his back against the force of her hand. His hips rise before me, raising his cock and balls in front of me. Ali's face is nearly touching his. She squeezes his neck again.

"You don't know? You're a fucking idiot?" she is baring her teeth at him, practically spitting as she speaks.

The muscles of his legs and arms are flexed in fear, pulling fiercely against his leather shackles. His cock twitches in front of me. Ali releases his throat, his back falls back onto the bed in relief, breathing audibly. I am standing there speechless. Ali raises her foot and plants it on his chest. He groans in pain. My eyes are locked on his penis. It is growing rapidly in front of me, lengthening miraculously as it twitches first to the side and then upwards as the blood flows into it, gaining generous girth as the tip moves up towards his belly. My eyes take in this display hungrily. He has a beautiful cock.

Ali rubs her foot roughly on his chest and his body winces.

"What are we going to do with you?" her voice still has a hint of anger in it.

"Anything, please, I'm sorry." he groans. His impressively substantial cock is now standing to full attention, the smooth flesh of his sac underneath tightening as I watch.

Ali ignores him. She turns her face to me. She speaks calmly. She takes her foot off him.

"What are we going to do with him?"

My body is warm and for the first time I become conscious that I am standing there in my panties, my sheer blouse failing to conceal my dark nipples which are hard and protruding rudely through the thin cloth. I have my thighs pressed together, my pussy is throbbing. His cock twitches again. I look up towards him. He is looking at me directly. His reddened face smiles at me.

"Who told you to smile?" Ali shouts at him. He pouts his lips deliberately downward, making me laugh.

Ali's eyes fall to his cock.

"You are such a worthless worm. Pathetic." she hisses at him. His cock is pulsing as she speaks.

She looks at me again and smiles conspiratorially at me, looks down at his erection and looks back to me, raising her eyebrows. I look at Dave. His eyes are on me.

"Who said you could look at her, you filth?" she shouts and slaps him hard on the face, making him wince and close his eyes.

I move towards Ali, stand beside her as we both look down on Dave. Ali looks at me encouragingly. I smile at her.

"Sweetie, sometimes these boys need to be treated nicely. It's how to get the best out of them." I'm smiling at her as I rub Dave's chest consolingly. He hums at my touch.

Ali smiles back.

"You're right, he's not a man, he's a boy. You can take him and do what you want with him. I'm sick just looking at him."

Dave opens his eyes and looks at me when he hears this. I lean over him, bringing my breasts close to his face.

"You hear that Dave?"

He nods at me, remaining silent as he watches my tits through my sheer blouse.

"You'll be a good boy for me?"

He swallows hard, nods again. I unbutton my blouse, revealing my breasts to him. I lower one towards his mouth, offering my nipple to him. I'm looking into his eyes. He opens his mouth and licks my teat.

"Very good." I whisper. "You like that?" He nods. The warm wetness of his tongue on my nipple is sweetly pleasing to me. I rub his chest and belly, letting my hand run down along his smooth body, under the length of his hot erection until my fingers meet the hard base of his cock. He winces. My tit falls from his lips. I raise myself up from him. I keep my eyes on him.

"Untie him."

Ali obeys me, quickly moving around the bed, unbelting the straps from his ankles and wrists. My heart is beating hard in my chest in anticipation, the pulse in my pussy strengthening as he moves his arms and rubs his reddened wrists. I drop my panties and toss them aside with my foot. I take his hands and stretch his arms over his head. I raise one leg and pull myself onto him, my warm moist crotch sitting on his belly. I feel the tip of his penis twitch on my bare asscheeks, making me smile. He is looking up at me wide-eyed, appreciating the sight of my body above him. I take off my blouse and lay it over his face like a veil. I can still see him through the tissue thin fabric. I take his arms from above his head and raise his hands to my breasts.

"I want you to squeeze my tits while you're fucking me hard."

I feel his body tense beneath me as his hands cup my breasts.

I hear Ali let herself out of the room.

"Enjoy." she whispers as she closes the door.

I close my eyes and lower my burning pussy towards his penis. I sigh lowly as his hot tip meets my moist lips and I savor the sensation of his wide head spreading me as I descend upon him. His fingers press harder into the soft flesh of my breasts as I feel his cock slip inside me, my wetness taking his weighty member in slickly, the wide shaft spreading my long-neglected lips as I lower myself further onto him, the strong heft of his erection making me spread my knees wider to ease his passage inside me. I feel his fingernails scratch on my tits as his full length is finally inside me making me groan loudly and grind my cunt onto him, his cock my fulcrum as I find my rhythm, my hands flat on his chest as he begins moving his hips, his cock moving inside me, I bring my knees inward and we both start humping harder, the veil of my blouse on his face rises and falls with his heavy breathing as I grind my pussy harder onto him, feeling his cock throbbing inside me as his hands roughly crush my tits.

"Yes, yes, just like that, keep doing that." My voice is desperate with pleasure and desire.

He squeezes them even harder as we heave ourselves against each other, my back arches as his cock thrums and slides within me, my cunt wetter and hotter now and my hips take on a life of their own, bucking strongly, working my pussy along his hardness, I'm straining to get him deeper into me, his moans driving me to both clench myself on his penis as it plows in and out of me, and to rub my pussy harder against him as the strokes of his hips against me become more pronounced and frantic, pushing upward into me with strong youthful vigor, pressing himself deeper into me as he moans deeply. I feel the first delightful quiver inside me as his meaty cock strokes in and out of my hot wetness, a film of sweat appears on my skin as I ride him freely now, my body taking its thrill from him, both my breasts reddened and tantalizingly sore in his hands.

"You're going to make me come, ok? Make me come." I whisper to him between breaths as I milk his cock with my cunt, making him drive his hips forcefully upward, making me squeal as his fullness throbs deep inside me, the delicious tingle rising within me as he stretches me with his pulsating shaft, so strong and hard in my trembling body which is humping him wildly.

"Fuck me. Fuck me harder." I moan, to encourage him, as his hands fall from my anguished tits down to my hips which he starts pulling hard towards him as he starts bucking beneath me, his gyrating hips plunging his hardness into me.

I close my eyes as the tremor of my orgasm rises. I hump his cock frantically, I grind my teeth in anticipation of the wave just before it hits. My swollen hot cunt spasms on his rigid fulcrum, sliding wetly and mercilessly on his long thickness and I push myself hard onto him, my body falling onto him, my breasts pressing hard into his chest as I put my hands behind his back and grasp his shoulders. I hump my drenched anguished pussy on him in delightful passionate agony. I groan tormentedly as I feel the tremors quickly rise in me as my legs start shaking and the contractions inside my crotch erupt like small electric shocks, spreading within me, filling me with agonized satisfaction. Feeling my cunt filled with him as I come makes me shriek as my fingers clamp into the muscles of his shoulders and I rub my clit roughly against his smooth wet skin. I feel his chest rumble as he groans and just as the wave of my climax reaches the frenzied heat of my tingling pussy I feel his hands clasp onto my ass and his cock spasm inside me as he comes, his hips rising powerfully in a final crescendo as he squeezes my cheeks and grunts heavily as he releases his tension inside me. I howl into the mattress as my pussy squelches on him, my final humps the strongest as my quivering vagina and pussy lips absorb the force of his throbbing cock as he releases his load into me. The exquisite shocks inside me fill me with satisfaction and I breathe heavily, my groan low and guttural as I keep riding him to prolong my depraved achievement, my wet tightness subsiding as his cock shrinks inside me, the aftershocks of my orgasm pulsing through my whole body as I tremble and shake on top of him.

My forehead is on his shoulder as his cock finally leaves me. We're both covered with sweat, breathing heavily. I raise my head and sit up on top of him. I rub my desecrated wet numb cunt on him. I remove his veil. His eyes are closed. I stroke his cheek. I pluck his lips with my thumb. He opens his eyes. He's so pretty. I lower my face to his and smile. I lay my closed lips on his. He opens his mouth and licks my lips. I peck him again, just once, and lay a finger on his lips, all the time looking into his eyes. I roll off him onto my back. I sigh contentedly.

The thought of his cum inside me makes me squeeze my legs tighter together protectively. He kisses me on the shoulder. I lie there smiling at the ceiling. There's a knock on the door.

"Come in." I call out. I sit up, put on my blouse.

Ali opens the door and walks to his side of the bed, her eyes taking in his body, his limp shrunken dick coiled shyly between his legs.

"Did he do good?" she asks pleasantly.

"Oh, yes, he did real good, more than good." I smile at her as I stand up looking for my panties. She's smiling at him.

She kneels down at his side of the bed and kisses his cheek. He smiles back at her as she ruffles his hair gently.

"Well, he does have his uses." she says happily, looking into his eyes. She tosses my panties to me.

As I walk towards the door Ali mounts him, straddling his chest. I look back and his hands are caressing her bare thighs lovingly. She is stroking his cheek adoringly. I hear them laugh gently with each other as I close the door. I go to my room and lie on my bed. I put two pillows under myself to raise my hips and fall quickly asleep with my hands on my belly and a smile on my face, not hearing a sound.