Hello you naughty girls and boys!
Well Richard has made it through dinner and dessert. The first night is over. Now begins the second day with his mother-in-law Sylvia. And it begins with breakfast in bed.
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First Breakfast
I was giving slow, gentle kisses to Sylvia's pussy, and as I did so, I thought about when I was giving her the same slow kisses the night before.
Last night I had come to her bedroom after dinner, as requested, and that's where she fed me my dessert. I was able to have my piece of cheesecake, or at least some of it, but I had to eat it off her pussy. And that of course led me to eating her pussy to orgasm.
But it didn't stop there. After the teasing of the cheesecake Sylvia had other needs. I had to eat her pussy again to orgasm, actually more than one, but this time I had to endure the pain of her high heels raking and scraping my back. I was sure she left marks and I suspected I was bleeding at least a little.
After one particular back-gouging, hair-pulling, face-smothering, pussy-grinding climax she eased up. She slowly relaxed the death grip on my hair and let me breathe. Her heels didn't feel like they were an inch under my skin, but they didn't go away. She was catching her own breath and ready for a break. So I got a break too; sort of.
That's when she told me just to keep kissing her pussy; nice a slow. And that's what I did. Her pussy was wet with her juices and my tears, and I just kept kissing it all over. And that's when she gave me more news.
She was going to be spending time with Beth and she didn't want their time to be cut short or conditioned in any way on her daughter's planning and preparation for dinner. Therefore I would be responsible for evening meals. And of course she had some requirements.
She told me I would have to make some selections, whether from one of the cookbooks we owned or some other source, and I would then have to run the choices by her. Having the weekly menu decided I would be required to purchase any necessary ingredients.
On Friday night I wouldn't have to cook as all three of us would go out to a restaurant. Again I was responsible for making the selection but it would need her approval. And as a favor from her because she was so 'understanding', for one night during the week we could order in or I could bring home takeout. However last night's meal was the takeout for the week so I wouldn't have that option until next week.
Then on the weekends she said it would be nice to have breakfast in bed. Therefore I needed to plan on cooking her breakfast around 8am. Then she surprised me by saying I too would be having breakfast in bed and in fact I would get to have my breakfast in bed before she had hers.
But then as she began to explain I felt foolish for thinking it could have been anything but. My breakfast in bed was to be in her bed. And my breakfast? You guessed it. My breakfast was to be her pussy. She was insatiable!
I was to come to her room at 7am and quietly slide under the covers, and get myself into position. I was then to begin with soft slow kisses until she woke up. That's when I would get my breakfast; the most important meal of the day, she reminded me.
Her shifting beneath me shook me from my thoughts of the night before. In the dark tent beneath the covers she was waking up and soon I would be eating in earnest. And I welcomed the thought.
It wasn't so simple to slip under the covers without waking her. And even more difficult to shift her legs and body so I could get my head properly between her thighs; all in the heavy dark beneath the blanket. Finding my place was the first task.
Then simple kisses until she awoke might sound easy enough, but I was on her time. She made it clear that this wasn't about me waking her at a certain time, but rather about me being there when she woke up. So I just kept kissing and kissing, reminding myself often that I wasn't allowed to lick; not yet.
So now that she was stirring I would soon be able to do my job. I would be able to put all my mouth to work to please her and not be kept waiting for the inevitable. I had hopes that maybe she would want to watch me.
Her watching didn't always feel so good if I'm honest. With Beth I could expect a look of care and appreciation. With Sylvia it was more about her scrutinizing me, judging my efforts, and enjoying the power she had to force me to obey her.
While she expected me to last as long as she wanted me, she also liked to see me tire, just so she could demand I continue on anyway. So often when she watched me it was like a dare to disobey her. It was a means of her enjoying my suffering.
So why was I hoping she wanted to watch me as I serviced her pussy as I had already done several times in less than twenty-four hours? Because if she wanted to watch me she would have to pull back the covers and let me out of this dark cave I was trapped in.
When I first slipped my naked body inside, the warmth was comforting. But it wasn't long before the warmth became heat and the air stifling. I'm not really claustrophobic, but as the minutes ticked by I felt it was harder and harder to breathe. I can't really say how much of this was due to the actual conditions and how much was in my head, but I wanted out.
"Oh Ricky, is that you? My dear boy did you sneak into my room to eat my pussy? You're insatiable."
Well all joking aside, it was now clear she was awake. And now her legs and feet were coming alive sliding along and squeezing my body. Her thighs clamped around my head as she took a morning stretch.
"Well since you're already here I suppose you can lick my pussy, slowly, while I decide if you can have the full treat."
