Asing

All characters are 18 or older.

I'm a novice writer. Over a decade ago I wrote and posted on here under another account. I couldn't log back into it, so I created another. I thought after a decade, writing would be easier. It isn't... But I still love doing it. Working out scenarios, writing it... hating it, re-writing it.

So my apologies for silly errors. Misspellings, poor grammar or anything else. If by any chance, this or any other story/chapter I write makes you cum. Please let me know, My handle is the same on R and Y for social media and email.

This chapter didn't come out in anyway like I had imagined. In my head, I'd call it a transition for things to cum in my head.

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It took almost two minutes before Jules removed herself from me.

She kissed me briefly tasting her own juices off my face.

Painstakingly she laid next to me on the floor.

Cuddled together less than five feet away from the spot I slept last night on the floor. My arm out, her head nestled between my breast and shoulder. I know I was exhausted and when I looked at her, I couldn't tell if she was awake since her head was pointed down my body.

We stayed like that for a little while, if I waited much longer, I would have fallen asleep. So I used my free hand and ran it through her hair to make sure and wake her if she was sleeping.

"Baby, let's get into bed." I lovingly prodded.

She stirred and mumbled an "Okay.", just like when I would tell Amy to go to bed.

Jules rolled away and got up, I followed suit. We were only a foot or so away from the bed, so once she was standing, Jules practically fell in and got set.

I, on the other hand, turned off the light first and then joined her. Wrapping myself around my new "daughter", making myself the big spoon. I kissed her shoulder and drifted off to sleep.

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Two mornings in a row I woke up in a uniquely different way than my norm. Yesterday, I was cold, naked and alone on my bedroom floor. Today, I was hot and holding a sexy naked woman in my bed.

I unraveled myself and got up. The alarm clock informed me it wasn't even five yet.

Standing there, I debated my options.

Option 1.... Get back in bed, crawl under the covers and wake Jules up by getting my tongue between her legs.

I really liked this option, but if I was honest with myself. I wasn't ready for another round. My mouth was dry and I needed a shower.

Option 2.... Jump in the shower. Really wake myself up, clean myself up.... then consider option 1 again.

I was liking this thought a lot....

Option 3.... The easiest of them all. Coffee!

I knew then... it was option 3.

Finding my robe in the dark of my closet, I pulled it out a slid it on. Leaving it open in the front as I was still a little heated from holding Jules.

Slipping out of my bedroom, I went down the stairs and saw my phone on the couch and picked it up. It was dead.

Taking it with me to the kitchen, I plugged it into a charger, then started a pot of coffee.

My morning caffeine didn't take long and I poured a mug over the sink. I stood there taking my first sip and turned around.

"Nick!"

My robe was open, my tits were completely out, my shaved pussy fully on display and there was Nick walking in the room.

I scrambled to cover myself and close my robe. I dropped the coffee and the mug shattered at my feet on the floor.

"Shit... are you alright mom?" Nick asked as he rushed to my rescue.

I tied my robe as best I could, my feet got burned a little from hot coffee... and I shivered from hearing the word "Mom" like the slut I think I am.

I didn't move as Nick grabbed a towel and got down in front of me. Wiping my legs and floor.

"Mom... are you okay?...Mom?"

On his knees, my son who just saw me practically naked couldn't get me to respond. I was lost and I didn't know what to do or say.

"Mommy... are you okay?"

I swear that my brain exploded. Jules walked in the room completely naked rubbing her eyes. It was Jules asking that time.

"FUCK!" I thought.

Nick turned and spoke, "What?"

Jules seemed to wake up fast just then. "Oh shit. Nick."

Nick and Jules stopped everything. I just gasped.

Jules turned and ran back upstairs and Nick leaned back and sat on the wet coffee coated tile.

As if the past couple of days weren't fucked up enough. I didn't know how I would explain any of this.

It took me more than a few seconds to move.

Jumping over the broken shards of coffee mug and splattered coffee. Almost slipping, I regained my balance and went upstairs to talk to Jules.

By the time I got to my room, Jules' shirt and jeans were on. She was putting on her socks and shoes.

"Jules... please wait." I abandoned my "Mommy" role just hoping to stop her from leaving.

She looked up at me answering... "I need to go... I will text you later. I promise."

I thought for sure that I wouldn't hear from her again and I couldn't fix this.

"Please don't go. Please."

"I can't stay. I need to go... You need to... I don't even know what. But I can't right now."

Jules finished dressing and stood. I blocked her path out.

"Please."

Stepping around me, she left. I sat on my bed and just buried my face in my hands. And started crying.

When I was all cried out. I looked at the clock and it was after six.

"How am I going to face Nick?" I thought. Then, out loud... "What am I gonna do?"

Completely lost, the only thing I could think to do was get dressed and go downstairs. Face Nick... not knowing what to say. I needed to get this over with, no matter the outcome.

It only took a minute to dress in shorts and tee. Tears still continued to randomly start and roll down my face. I was a complete and utter mess.

Slowly I went to the kitchen. Dread blanketed me with every step until I entered the kitchen.

Nick wasn't there. The floor was cleaned up. Coffee machine was turned off. Everything was back in place.

Fear covered me again. Nick was probably in his room. I started towards the unwanted but needed conversation I didn't want to have... again.

Reaching my next destination of fright. Nick's room was empty too. I walked the entire house. My son wasn't there. He must have left.

Alone... I got in bed... dressed and scared. I began to full on cry again in a curled up ball under the covers until I slept.

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Around one in the afternoon, I woke up for the second time and immediately remembered what a fucked up situation I found myself in.

At least I wasn't crying.

Somehow I got up. Showered, Brushed my teeth. Then dressed in those same shorts and a tee. No bra, no panties.

Again, I walked the house looking for Nick. He wasn't there.

In the kitchen, I opened the vodka and poured a very tall glass and drank a third of it.

"If I keep drinking at this pace, I'll need to join AA." I chided myself.

It was Sunday and I didn't need to go to work until tomorrow morning. "I should just call in sick." That thought resonated stronger than I expected and it seemed like the best idea I had in a long time.

I took my phone off the charger and looked at it. Two voicemails and multiple texts. "Fuck."

The first voicemail was from a telemarketer and I deleted it. The second was from Pastor Drew Bishop reminding me he would stop by after two o'clock today to pick up my donation to the church. I couldn't help but exclaim again... "Fuck!"

Opening my texts.

Nick(Son) to Maddy(Mom) Around 1 AM

Nick- I know you're probably asleep but want to let you know I'll be home really early, probably between 5 and 6. Love you. I'm safe.

Another text from Nick around 6 AM

Nick- Hey mom, hope you're okay. I went back to Jesse's place. Sorry for the surprise and interruption today. I'll text you tonight. Love you!

I read both and sighed a little relief. Nick's text didn't seem scary at all. He didn't seem mad or upset. I felt like I could breathe again... a little.

Amy (Daughter) to Maddy (Mom) Around 9 AM

Amy- Hey mom, just checking in. If I get a chance later I'll Facetime with you. Love ya Miss ya

My daughter always knew how to melt my heart. It felt good to know I had one un-fucked up relationship.

Jules to Maddy Around 11 AM

Jules- I am so sorry. I don't even know what to say. I hope everything went okay with Nick and I understand if we can't ever see each other again. Just know that last night was the best night of my life. I'm really sorry for all this.

The text from Jules made me feel so good... then bad. She was right. I couldn't see her again. Maybe I could make some crazy story up to tell Nick. Just lie and pretend like it was just something innocent. I just didn't have a clue what or how.

The roller coaster of emotions was too much. I was feeling good until the very end and then... DREAD. I drank half of what was left in my glass.

I still had to face Nick. Now, not only would I struggle thinking about that picture. I mean him sucking cock with that woman. It was so hot and so wrong. The worst part was... I swear that cock looked just like his fathers, and it made me think that he was sucking his father's dick in that picture even though I knew it couldn't be his dad's. Added to that, Nick saw me practically naked and Jules absolutely naked... and calling me "Mommy." What a mess of a conversation we're going to have.

Then there was Jules. The best thing that happened to me in a long time. Last night was amazing. She even helped me push past the whole "Mommy/Daughter" hang up I had. I probably lost her completely, even before it started really. Was there even a chance to get this back?

I finished my tall glass of vodka.

I poured another. And drank more.

I hadn't eaten anything yet today. The vodka was hitting me hard and fast. I was buzzed... and horny... and scared.

"Fuck it. Fuck it all!" I spit out to no one but myself. I texted my boss.

Maddy to Dan (Boss)

Maddy- I'm not felin well. I won't mak it in tomorw. Srry.

I saw how bad the text was written but didn't care. I pushed send.

I downed the rest of the second large glass and put my phone in my back pocket.

Feeling the alcohol really hit, I staggered over to the fridge and grabbed two of those round PBJ pre-made sandwiches. Ripping them open and devouring them on my to the couch.

When I made it there, I sat and felt the room spin a bit. I closed my eyes and tried to clear my mind of everything. It wasn't working.

I just kept picturing my son and that woman sucking that cock. Then Jules on top of my face and all that cum. All I wanted was to forget and all I achieved was to make myself more horny.

My cunt was soaking wet and I was drunk. I started massaging my tits and that whole body tingle took over. My right hand slid down to my covered pussy and I knew I had to cum.

Ding Dong! Ding Dong! The doorbell rang.

"Fuck." I eeked out. "Ignore it." I thought.

I sat there waiting. One hand between my legs and the other on my chest not moving.

It rang again and annoyed me. I made it my feet and headed to the door. There was no way I was walking straight.

"Yeah hold on!" I kind of yelled.

At the door, I didn't look to see who it was. I just yanked it open. "What?"

Pastor Drew stood on the other side of the door waiting. Dressed smartly for summer, light cotton shirt, linen shorts and loafers.

As mad as I was about being interrupted, when I saw him and how good he looked. I wasn't so irate anymore.

Pastor Drew was new to the church, not the main pastor, one of the assistant pastors. Every woman in church wanted him, even the married ones.

Six foot, lean, clean and well trimmed beard, full wavy brown hair and clearly a man that worked out a lot. Rumors said he was ex military.

"Mrs. Mason, are you okay?"

I looked at him, I looked him straight in his eyes and blurted out. "Nope! I'm fucking drunk and horny." Then turned around and walked back into my living room and plopped down on the couch.

The pastor followed me in, closed the door and came near.

"Let me get you some water." He left to the kitchen and I could hear him in there.

"Here drink this." Handing me a bottle of water he must have gotten from my refrigerator. It was open and I guzzled most of it.

He sat next to me on the couch, sort of angled towards me. "What's going on Mrs. Mason?"

"Call me Maddy, everybody does." I slurred a bit.

"Okay Maddy. I'm worried about you. Would you tell me what's going on?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you. Besides I'd have to be drunk to tell you."

He chuckled just a bit. "You just told me you're drunk. So it seems like maybe you should tell me? Yeah?"

I laughed and smirked.

"Are you single?"

"Yes."

"How old are you anyway?"

"Thirty six."

"You know every woman at church wants you... right?"

"Well I don't know about that."

"Fuck, I bet half the guys do too."

He laughed pretty hard at that. That made me laugh.

"Here, finish this bottle of water, I'll go get another one." Handing it to me and walking off. I did what I was told and downed the rest.

When he got back, he had two bottles now and another PBJ with him.

"You should eat something." He opened the package and tried to put it in my hand.

I reached past it and took another water.

"I'm sorry Pastor, it's been a few crazy days and I'm struggling." I explained a bit and tried to calm myself.

"I can't really tell you, it's all too messed up."

I started to cry feeling the weight of life these last days. The Pastor sat next to me a hugged me, pulling me into his broad chest. He was much larger than I was and I just leaned into him.

With him wrapped around me, neither of us spoke. He just provided comfort. Minutes passed easily. I stopped crying and just held on.

When it was completely quiet.

"Maddy, why don't you tell me what's going on. I can try and help, I promise to keep this only between us."

I lifted my head into his well shaven neck, just under his beard line. I didn't answer, just buried my face there enjoying the solace and safety it provided.

Pastor started rubbing my back. Not at all sexually. Soft circles of comfort. At least for him. My body on the other hand reacted sexually. His touch sent chills through me, my already wet pussy started to throb. I smelled his light scented cologne and sweat from the summer heat. It was too much.

Curling my head up further, my lips connected and I kissed his neck. Not a peck or a nibble, I suctioned onto him like I did Jules clit. No build up, just went at it aggressively.

Too drunk to expect a negative reaction, it only half came.

"Oh. We shouldn't be doing this."

He didn't push me away or stop me at all, just a half hearted statement of it being wrong. All while I doubled my attention on him.

The hand that was comforting my back gripped me and tightened.

"Oh fuck that feels good." He let out.

His body shifted back against the couch and I stayed attached as long as I could. I was stretched to keep contact but I wasn't positioned well enough.

The movement opened up some room and I jumped onto him, straddling him and then shoved my face back between his beard and chest. Resuming my oral assault.

He was moaning and started shaking a little, his excitement made me shiver. I could tell his arms were spread out and off of me like he was holding himself in check. His moan turned into a groan and in a split second, this big man that I was mauling reacted in a way I couldn't have guessed.

His hands made their way into my arm pits, he leaned forward a lifted me like I was made of feathers. Standing while moving me effortlessly.

He turned fully and I was tossed onto the couch. The same spot I was just on top him. Just turned around.

His wide strong body towered over me, I felt like a child being put in timeout.... weirdly that excited me more.

"Mrs.Mason... Maddy...Stop!" He commanded with authority. I looked up at him like a schoolgirl. Giving him that look, the one that didn't quite say I'm sorry but pretended to be.

I wasn't sure what to expect just then. I was drunk and only thinking with my libido. All my worries weren't in my head, all I wanted was him. Now!

"We can't do this. I mean... I can't do this!" He went from in charge to indecisive so fast.

I loved being submissive but I was too drunk and too horny. This solid clean cut and handsome man was here, in front of me, right now. Sub or not, I was going to make this happen. That playful look I had on my face went away. The pastor just stood there.

I got up and quickly stripped my shirt. My tits freed in just a second. My hands pushed my shorts down, thank god they weren't the button type. I was naked in under five seconds and inches away from what I wanted.

Pastor Drew's eyes watched me. His body didn't move. I didn't waste anytime, I turned him sideways in front of the couch for kneeling space. It was too tight between the couch and coffee table if I didn't. Without a second thought, I dropped to my knees in front of him and worked on opening his shorts.

Well practiced at removing a lovers clothes, it was second nature and his belt was undone, button unbuttoned, zipper was pulled and I gave a solid yank of his shorts.

Those shorts came down with ease but the boxers he was wearing didn't, his erect cock that was caught in them held them in place just enough. Knowing the problem, I pressed my hand against his rod, pulled the top of his boxers away from him and then down.

His cock was now free and bouncing in front of me. I wasted no time to examine it, feel it, or anything else.

I put it where it belonged. My mouth.

"Wait." He weakly protested. I didn't.

I devoured him. His manhood was in my throat on the first push down. I felt my nose hit his body and I didn't stop at all.

I went to work on pleasuring him. My hands moved to his hips and braced myself as each bob of my head swallowed his full length on every stroke. His hands made it my head tenderly, merely placing them on me but not gripping.

The only sound in my ears was sloppy sloshing and a small popping each time his cock head pushed through my long unused and tight throat. Until my phone rang.

I let it ring... I ignored it. I didn't want to be distracted. I wanted this man to cum. I wanted to swallow his cum. I wanted... I needed his cock. I needed this.

It stopped ringing for a few seconds and started again. It was off to my right side on the couch. I didn't look for it, I just reached over and it was tangled in my shorts I discarded carelessly.

I did my best to make it stop, grabbing it and pushing the button on it. Thankfully, whatever I did worked and I released it. Returning my hand to Pastor Drew's hip.

Stopping my phone from ringing broke my stride a bit, slowing my pace. Each time I took him into my throat was slower and a more defined movement. The hands on my head started clasping stronger. I wanted to look up at this man and see his look. I couldn't.

His grip fully tightened and he began thrusting his hips forward. I no longer needed to control my actions. I went from taking what I wanted to the now submissive I loved being. The pastor started fucking my mouth.

I felt like a whore. The word "Slut" repeated in my mind. My cunt was gushing juices and I just knew I was where I was supposed to be. I was doing what I was supposed to be doing.

"Fuck your mouth is so good! I fucking missed this! "God yeah... Take it!" Finally, we both were on the same page. No more misunderstandings of what was happening. He was in control, I was to be used.

My hands left his hips and slid back to his lightly fuzzy ass. My hands separated his cheeks and my fingers perched between them for placement.

"Oh fuck... I like that. YEAH! Get your hands in my ass." He kept pounding my mouth and gave me instruction. I did my best to get my finger tips to his puckered hole. His motion made it difficult but I succeeded anyway.