Blac Widow

Three months before my twentieth birthday, another tragedy struck my family. Veronica and my dad had flown to Colorado in order to do some mountain climbing and my dad fell, breaking his neck and back, dying before they reached the hospital. My family was heart broken, having to go through yet another funeral. My grandparents had died a year ago, so I was basically left alone. Since I was almost twenty anyways, I knew I wouldn't have any trouble.

Veronica was too much in shock to cry anymore as we got into the limo after the funeral. My eyes were red and sore and she hugged me, holding me close to her. Her scent and soft touch comforted me.

A week later, my dad's will was read. He graciously left a million to Veronica and the rest to me. I didn't need the money, but she would. The house he left to me as well.

When we reached the house after visiting the lawyer, Veronica asked me something that completely took me by surprise.

"Do you mind if I wait until next week to move out? This is all just too sudden for me and I have to arrange for a place to stay."

It took me a minute to register what she was saying. "Move out? Why?"

"Because the house is yours now, David, not mine."

This was the first time she'd addressed me as a man... as David. It made me feel so powerful and grown-up just to hear it.

I smiled. "It's mine, and I've decided that you can live here... with me... if you want," I offered, hoping against hope that she'd agree.

She came over and hugged me, holding me tight against her luscious body. She kissed me on the forehead, then the cheek, then pulled away and looked at me. "You're such a kind and handsome young man," she said, smiling, her lips inches from mine.

Without thinking, I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her into a deep kiss, standing right there in the entry hall. I don't know how long we kissed, but eventually we separated, her smiling down at me.

"I'm going to definitely thank you properly on your birthday," she said, licking her lips. "And after my mourning of your father, I think we'll have to talk about us being together... always together. I can't wait to feel you fucking me, all day, every day." She slid her finger around my lips, pushing it into my mouth. "And I can't wait to sit on that lovely face of yours."

*****

That was probably the longest and most difficult 3 months of my life. Veronica and I were in the house alone for most of the time, day and night, obviously interested in each other, but not physcialy expressing it. She regularly sent me teasing text messages and pictures and videos of her masturbating and showing off her incredible body, but we kept it very private.

Around anyone, we were the widowed mother and son, and nothing more. At home we were lovers temporarily held apart due to circumstances. She would have other women over occasionally that we'd both have sex with, but there was little to nothing between us directly.

She loved to tease me using other women. One of her favorite ploys was to invite two girls over for a girl's night in. They were from the local strip club and she paid them $1000 each to give us a lesbian show. I'm sure the money drove the girls to let Veronica abuse them as she did, but they played her game well, sensually stripping off the other's clothes, and licking their bodies, all at her constant direction. She put one on the coffee table in the living room and had the other lick her pussy while I watched from the couch a foot away. Veronica was kneeling beside them, touching them, directing the action directly and explicitly. Then she pulled the strap off her shoulder and had the girl slowly and seductively lick and suck on her nipples.

Veronica disappeared for a moment, and surprisingly, came back naked with a dildo strapped around her waist. Then while one girl was eating the other's pussy, she fucked her, hard, pulling her hair and pushing her face harder in the other's pussy. Their bodies slapped together loudly.

The girls were very vocal in describing what they felt, what they were doing, and what they wanted to do. Their innocent, nubile bodies writhing on the coffee table as I watched, unable to do anything to relieve the tensions that was building within me. I was so excited afterwards the she pulled me into the bedroom and had me masturbate while she knelt at my feet, letting my cum spray over her face and chest.

*****

Finally, the day of my twenty-first birthday arrived. I woke up with Veronica in my bed next to me, her hand idly stroking my stomach as she watched me sleep. When I woke, her hand moved my hair from my eyes and she smiled.

"Good morning," she whispered.

"Good morning to you, too," I said, looking around, surprised she was in my bed. "This is a pleasant surprise."

"I thought about waking you up with a blow-job, but... I know you'll be getting that soon enough. We have an entire day to celebrate. It's your birthday... and time to make you a man."

I felt her hand move beneath the covers along my skin and I shivered. She just stared in my eyes, enjoying my expression of desire and need as her fingers slid lower and lower until they grazed my growing cock. With the tips of her fingers, she stroked my length, seemingly loving how long and hard I was getting. Her fingers wrapped around my shaft and she squeezed it.

"Mmmm, what a big cock you have."

I smiled, loving the pleasure she was generating. "The better to fuck you with," I mumbled, closing my eyes and groaning as she expertly brought be to the brink of orgasm. She pulled the covers away, exposing my hardness covered with her stroking hand as it slowly moved up and down. She smiled and bent forward slowly, watching me as she licked my entire length.

"And a tasty cock, too," she moaned softly, continuing to lick up and down. She got me so hard and I was almost going to cum when she stopped. "You can't cum too soon, now, David. We have fun things yet to do. Come... shower with me." She took my hand and led me off the bed and down the hall into the master bedroom. She pulled me into the large master bathroom, spinning me around to face her. She smiled deviously as her hands moved slowly over her silk-robed body. The robe was short, coming only to the tops of her thighs and had a lovely oriental design on it. Her hands moved over her breasts, down over her abdomen, finally resting on the knot of her belt. She untied it casually, teasing me as it fell open a little, exposing her bare flesh beneath it.

I stared, amazed, as she opened the robe like a curtain parting and let it fall down her arms to the floor. I swallowed hard, seeing her completely naked body. She walked slowly over to the walk-in shower and opened the door. She deftly slipped inside, not taking her eyes off me for a moment, holding a sly, seductive smile on her face. She turned on the water, feeling the temperature with her hand for a moment before stepping into the spray and letting the hot water spray over her chest and abdomen.

"Waiting for something?" she asked.

I swallowed hard and stepped into the shower, too, closing the door behind me. She gathered me into her arms and pulled me into the spray and into a deep, passionate kiss. Our bodies melded together and I could feel her soft breasts press into my chest. I could feel my hardness press against her thigh and abdomen as she moved against me. I barely felt the water as our bodies were grinding together until we stopped with her back to the wall. I felt her leg curl around my hip, her calf squeezing my ass.

"Oh god," she moaned as I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back forcefully. My mouth moved down her neck, kissing, licking and biting her soft, succulent flesh. My lips moved onto her breasts and nipples as their hardness excited me. I licked them and sucked them into my mouth noisily as she grunted her approval. Her other leg moved around my waist, her entire body held off the ground by me and the wall behind her.

"Fuck me," she whispered hoarsely.

I felt my cock slide easily into her pussy. She gurgled at my girth as she settled down on it, pushing it deep inside. Slowly I eased my hips forward and back, trying to thrust into her as I tried to manage my balance. For her own part, she bucked on me, pushing her pussy down onto my shaft again and again. Our bodies slapped together with each thrust, her clit easily striking my abdomen sending shivers through her body.

"God, David, that feels so good. Keep fucking me...."

We fucked against the wall like that for a couple of minutes, before I got too tired to hold her any longer. She dropped her feet to the floor and kissed me hard. She then surprised me by suddenly pushing me away, smiling so deviously. She turned away from me and put her hands on the shower wall. She looked back over her shoulder and wiggled her incredible ass at me.

"Fuck me from behind David." I moved in behind her and put my hands on her hips. My cock was sliding against her ass cheeks and fell into place between them. "Fuck yeah," she moaned, smiling, her eyes closing slightly as my cock slid over her asshole. "Fuck my ass." She reached back and grabbed her ass cheeks, spreading them wide. I looked down and saw the most marvelous asshole that I'd ever seen... not that I'd seen that many.

"Like that David? Huh? Why don't you kiss my ass first."

I felt kind of lost for a moment and just did what I was told. I knelt on the floor behind her and as she watched I kissed one ass cheek then the other.

"Perfect David... keep going," she moaned encouraging me. "Lick my asshole."

She wiggled her ass in front of my face and moved her asshole right in front of me. I stared at it, at first with a look of disbelief, then interest, then outright desire. I leaned in and licked her asshole just using the tip of my tongue. My hands were on her thighs and I could feel her whole body shivering with delight.

"That's it, baby... that's it," she whispered.

Emboldened by her excitement, I licked more forcefully, letting my tongue pierce her hole a little, fucking her with it a little. I felt her hand move between her legs as she began playing with herself. "God that feels incredible." She reached a hand back behind her and grabbed my hair, forcing my face harder against her ass. She wiggled it about, rubbing it against my face. I was lost in a daze of desire for her. I knew I'd do anything to please her.

She pulled on my hair, forcing me to stand once again. "Fuck me in the ass! Now!" she demanded. She was breathing hard and I could tell she was taken over by her excitement. She put both her hands back on the wall as my hands grabbed hold of her hips. My rigid cock slid between the cheeks of her ass again as it made its way lower, easily finding it's spot. I watched with fascination as it lay against her puckered star and then watched as it eased inside when I pushed.

She groaned loudly, full of pleasure, and told me she needed me to fuck her. I curled my fingers around her pelvis and readied myself. Without warning, I thrust into her, hard, our bodies slapping together. She grunted loudly, like an animal, and I pulled out a little, only to thrust into her yet again. I saw her arms strain to keep her face from crashing into the wall from the force of my thrust but could tell from her moaning that this is what she wanted. She wanted it hard. She wanted it like an animal.

The water cascaded over both our bodies, the steam rolling through the air, as our grunting and grinding echoed off the walls of the shower. It didn't take long for her voice to become high-pitched, until it was a wail as she came. I felt my balls tighten soon afterwards and with one last thrust, came hard into her bowels.

We washed each other off after that and finally exited the shower with our fingers looking like prunes. We spent the rest of the day together, just having fun shopping and getting out and about. And then finally came home for dinner. She had prepared something a bit extravagant and told me to dress up. I finally sat at the table wearing a suit and tie as I waited for her.

I heard the click of her heels on the floor long before I saw her and was stunned when I finally turned around. She was wearing a latex dress with a red and black corset over top. Her boots came up to mid thigh and must have been 4-inch heels. She also wore long gloves that came up to the middle of her upper arm. She was incredibly sexy and I sat staring.

She strode up behind me and stroked my face and neck as she looked down at me. I lifted my face to watch her and she smiled at me, almost a cruel smile as if she were up to something. She slowly reached down and grabbed my wrist, moving it behind my back, then did the same with the other hand. I could feel cold metal hit my wrists just as it closed about them, locking them together. I felt a rope slip around my neck and felt it tighten a bit, holding me back in the chair. She grabbed my hair and forced my head back and kissed my mouth hard. I was breathing hard, unable to do anything to stop her. Satisfied she had me fully trapped, she moved her chair beside mine and took a seat.

She filled my plate with food and set it in front of me. Putting a mouthful on the fork, she lifted it to my mouth, encouraging me to take a bite. Slowly, she fed me fork-fulls of food, carefully wiping any mess around my face. After several, she put the fork down for a moment and slid a hand down my chest to my hardening crotch.

"Mmmmm... David... you feel so ready for me."

"Yes," I moaned softly as her hand squeezed me.

"Let's see how ready." She unfastened my pants and pulled them wide open. Then she pulled them down a little, my boxers too. My cock was hard and sprang out for her. "Yes... so very ready," she said as her finger traced a line up my shaft.

She turned my chair towards her and moved to her knees between my legs. "My turn," she said softly as her lips encased the head of my cock and gently sucked.

*****

After an amazing night with Veronica, I thought I'd check out her toy chest and see what other surprises she might have hidden. I slipped into her room when she went out to go shopping and started going through her drawers. Her lingerie collection was incredible and sexy. I couldn't wait to see her in all of it. I slid the silky softness of one of the panties around my cheek, imagining what it would feel like feeling her body through them. I moved to the bedside stand and opened the drawer and found several different vibrators and dildoes. I took one out, wondering what she felt when it was shoved deep inside her.

A soft, purple cloth in the back of the drawer caught my attention. I felt it on the outside and it seemed to contain something very small. I picked it up, wondering what treasure I'd find inside and pulled aside the cloth, unwrapping it. Inside was a small vial, half full of a clear liquid. The vial was unmarked and nothing on the cloth indicated what it was.

It intrigued me. I had a feeling it was some sort of illegal drug that I couldn't wait to experience with her or maybe some sex enhancer. Whatever it was, I had a feeing it was something really fun. I opened the tip and pressed it against my tongue, trying not to take too much, but wanting enough to get a feel for what it was. I quickly put everything back the way I found it.

Unfortunately, I was disappointed because nothing happened. At least, nothing until an hour later. My fingers and toes got all tingly and then went a little numb. I fell down in the living room, the lack of full feeling in my legs giving me a lot of problems. So I laid on the couch afraid to move. An hour afterwards, the feeling in my hands and feet returned.

I had no idea what it was, but knew it wasn't anything good.

*****

A year after my father died, Veronica and I got married. It was a little ceremony, with just us and a judge, but we took it very seriously. I knew I was deeply in love... and lust... with her. No longer needing to be so chaste in public, our kiss after the judge pronounced us man and wife was extremely passionate and would've been pornographic had we not been forced to leave due to other couples waiting in line.

After the ceremony ended, Veronica disappeared to the ladies room for a moment, and I stood around thinking about our future, especially our honeymoon trip to the Med.

"Congratulations Mr. Landhorn," a woman said from the side. "You certainly can pick 'em."

I turned to the voice and saw Ms. Jackson, the woman my father was arguing with years ago. She was standing there holding a manila envelope in her hands.

"I tried to warn your father, you know. He'd still be alive if he'd listened to me."

"What do you want Ms. Jackson?" I said sounding as angry as I could at the interruption.

She walked the few short steps, the clicking of her shoes echoing in the hall, until she was in front of me, holding out the envelope. "I want to save your life. The woman you just married is not who you think she is."

"She isn't, huh?"

"She's a killer, Mr. Landhorn. She's killed several people in order to get where she is today, and she's not going to stop." I looked at her, bored, as if there was no way I was going to believe her. "The proof is right there. In fact, she's killed five people now, over the past ten years, my brother included. Open the folder... look at the pictures... and decide for yourself," she challenged. "All she wants is your money. She'll do whatever it takes to get it, too."

We stood, staring at the other without moving, waiting for the other to give in. I thought back to that strange vial of liquid, wondering if there was something more to it, something I hadn't thought of before.

"Whatever it takes, huh?" Veronica interrupted from the side. She walked forward, a tight smile on her face. "I know someone else who will do whatever it takes." She pulled out her cell phone, pressing a few buttons. Smiling smugly, she turned the phone to me as a video played. In the video, Ms. Jackson was lying back on a bed, dressed in a black, fishnet bodysuit, furiously masturbating and offering herself to Veronica, if only she'd come back to her.

"Please Veronica! My pussy needs you so badly!" the voice yelled out of the little phone.

Ms. Jackson lunged out at the phone, but I smacked her hand away. "You know that video is a setup!" she protested.

"And you know that you're just trying to punish me for leaving you," Veronica countered. "You miss my pussy." She grabbed the back of the woman's head and kissed her hard. The woman pushed her away, embarrassed. "Now leave us alone. Or maybe being someone's prison bitch is what you want."

Angry, Ms. Jackson backed away, wiping her mouth and leaving me with the envelope. "It's your life on the line, Mr. Landhorn. My conscience is clear." She turned and stomped off.

*****

We spent the next several hours packing and then rushed off to the airport for our flight to the Mediterranean. The temperature was near perfect and our hotel room looked out over the Sea. The warm breezes blew in, filling the room with a lovely, fresh smell.

I lay on the bed relaxing for the evening, getting ready for bed once again, when Veronica walked from the bathroom wearing just that short, silk robe.

"Do you love me?" she asked quietly as she crawled up onto the bed.

"Yes. I love you very much," I whispered.

"Will you do anything for me?"

"You know I will."

"Tomorrow I made plans for us to go parasailing. But tonight... I have plans for that mouth of yours." She leaned in and kissed me as her leg kicked over to straddle my chest. "I hope you're ready... this really turns me on," she said excitedly.

I looked down her body, seeing her naked pussy hiding just behind the robe. She pulled her robe open, exposing her naked flesh to me once more, and slowly worked her body up until her pussy was just over my face.