A Time And Place For Everything Ch 02

Previously: My son, Josh; his friend, Jeff; and Amy, Jeff's 22-year-old girlfriend, and yours truly had finally settled down, after a long night of crazy sex. The boys had just finished moving into their new bachelor apartment. After a series of extenuating events that day, Josh and I found ourselves in complete agreement. There certainly IS a time and place for everything.

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"That's not Amy," I remarked, trying to distinguish the voice coming from beyond the door.

"No Mom, that's Michelle!" whispered Josh, as he hurriedly got to his feet.

"Are you decent? I hope not. C'mon Josh, I know you're in there," said the throaty voice.

I looked frantically for my discarded clothes, while my son pulled up his jeans and headed to hold her off. Right before he reached the door, it swung open and let in a blast of light from the hall.

"Well there you are! And, what do we have here; a little incest, I'm guessing. Isn't that just peachy," she smirked, as I quickly pulled the cum-stained sheet up around me.

"How did you... so, what's up Michelle?" Josh recanted, as the tall, 30-something, fiery brunette ignored him and made her way across the floor. By her staggering walk, I could see she was tipsy, but determined to catch us in the act. Dressed in a long black leather jacket, she stopped short of the bed. Regaining her balance, she tossed back her long dark tresses and looked down at me.

"Amy was nice enough to let me in," she explained, as she eyed me up and down.

Her facial expressions were silhouetted by the light coming from behind her. Clutching the sheet around me, I made an attempt to get to my feet so I could at least see her face.

"Well hello again Mrs. B. Oh please, don't get up on my account. You look so comfortable right there," Michelle said, placing a firm hand on my shoulder.

I caught the mixed scents of fine perfume and whiskey, as I leaned back against the headboard, still expecting the worse.

"Hey guys, I'm sorry. She just got passed me somehow," excused Amy, showing up at the door.

"That's okay Amy. I'm afraid she's here now. There's little we can do about that," Josh said, and started to close the door on her.

Michelle threw a large black patent leather purse on the bed, turned and headed toward my son. Taking him by the arm, she edged him out of the room and grabbed Amy's arm. "Josh Honey, you just go play with yourself or something. Us ladies have things to discuss – girl stuff you know," she insisted, pulled Amy into the room and locked the door.

"I don't think–you're not upset or anything are you Michelle?" Stammered Amy, dressed in a cotton Barbie-doll nightie, as the taller woman escorted her to the bed.

"You're right Amy. You don't think and, believe it or not, I'm not upset," explained Michelle, as she seated the petite blonde at the end of the bed. "Actually I'm happy for Josh. His wish finally came true. He's desperately needed to fuck you for a long time, Barb." She claimed and plopped down, while Amy scooted over toward me to make room for her. "Hmm, by the smell of things, I'd say he fucked you good! So how was he Barb? Did he rock your world?"

"I think that's between Josh and I," I countered sharply.

"Oh, I see. What do you think of all this Amy? You were here all day. Did Josh give his mommy a good screwing, huh?" Michelle asked and pulled Amy's nightgown to uncover her shoulder.

"Who me? I don't know. I mean, I guess so," Amy muttered and reached to pull back her elastic collar.

"Why Amy, you're so nervous. Leave it alone Honey," Michelle commanded and pulled down the other side of the gown to show both shoulders.

"Why not leave her out of this Michelle," I scolded and pulled the elastic back up on Amy's gown.

"Well, you won't answer me and I think Amy isn't telling me for some reason." Michelle got to her feet. "God, that smell of cum is making me horny!" She said and unbuckled her tight, leather, designer jacket.

Amy raised her head, as we watched the woman in her mid-thirties peel off her jacket. Except for her thigh-high black hose and heels, she was totally naked underneath. Amy smiled. Michelle dropped the jacket. "Doesn't that smell make you horny?" She focused on Amy, sliding her hand between the young girl's thighs.

Amy's smile and eyes widened as Michelle reached to touch her cheek. Young Amy's body shuddered, as she nodded her response and leaned her face against the shapely brunette's hand. Michelle's dark tanned body was truly a sight to behold. Most everything about it was model-thin except for her boobs, which I imagined to be a perkier version of my rounded 34-double-d's.

It was obvious that she had a certain spell over Amy, as the diminutive blonde rose to her feet and pulled off her nightgown. Michelle towered over little Amy, as they met for a tender embrace. "You've done something naughty haven't you?" Michelle whispered.

Amy silently nodded and fondled the tall woman's tits. "I know you didn't mess with Josh." Amy shook her head emphatically, then turned her face toward me.

"Why you little minx, you made out with Josh's mom didn't you?"

Amy blushed and shrugged.

"Damn Barb, is there anybody you haven't fucked tonight?" Michelle laughed.

I cleared my throat and watched Amy lean up to whisper in Michelle's ear.

"Jeff too! Wow, I'm AM impressed. You must be one hell of a lay!" She exclaimed and took a step toward me.

"I think I should probably go. It's awfully late and I'm kind of tired," I said nervously and moved to the edge of the bed.

"I'll bet you're tired. Too bad though, I sure would like to know you better," she simmered, dragging her long fingernails through my hair.

Staring up at her, the moonlight and street lamps finally shed enough light on her to get a good look at her face. She was a stunning, exotic beauty for sure: high cheek bones, smoldering eyes and thick, glistening, deep ruby lips. As I gaped at her face and body, she broke the awkward silence.

"What?" She asked.

"No, it's nothing," I blinked and got to my feet, with the tainted sheet wrapped around me.

Standing between two nearly naked women, I glanced down to avert my eyes and saw my shorts on the floor. I bent at the knees and gathered up my shorts. When out of the corner of my eye, I saw Michelle step out of her spiked heels. As I stood back up, I noticed she was just a little taller than me without the heels. I turned to give her a cordial smile and felt Amy's hand on my bare shoulder. My prepared smile turned into another stare-down with Michelle, while Amy's hand continued to caress my back.

"What is it Barb? You want to tell me something don't you?" She asked, knowing I was captivated by her beauty. "Don't be afraid. I'm not into whips or chains, if that's how I come off?"

"No... I, I just want you to know that–that I'm sorry if I messed up things between you and Josh," I lied.

"Oh I don't think you did, but thanks," she answered, and brought her hand to soothe my cheek. Her touch was incredibly, devilishly warm and somehow drew me closer, as our eyes danced together.

"I hope this doesn't embarrass you," keeping her hand on my cheek, while glancing down at her naked torso.

"No, not at all. You're quite attractive. I can plainly see why Josh is so taken with you," I blurted out, and felt Amy's lips on my shoulder.

"That's sweet of you to say," she smiled and let her hand fall to my neck. "I think Amy would like a kiss before you leave," she added and nodded me to look at Amy.

Amy stopped kissing my shoulder and looked into my eyes with an extra sigh of lust. Leaning up to my face, she brought both hands to my shoulders, opened her mouth and kissed me. Our tongues met and it almost took my breath away. Shifting our faces to deepen the kiss, I sensed the sheet fall from around me. Amy's leg went between mine and rubbed against my naked mound, while her hands gripped my boobs. Feeling my juices flowing, I took hold of Amy's face and broke away from the kiss. "Please don't go just yet," she whispered and went straight to sucking my tits.

"Oh God, now I AM embarrassed," I blushed and turned back to face Michelle.

"Mmm, I'm wet just watching you two," Michelle said, licking her voluptuous lips as she watched Amy sucking my boobs.

"Really?"

"Hell yes! Here, feel," she said and brought my hand to her shaved pussy. Holding my hand tight to her snatch, her hand forced my fingers inside to feel her wetness. "Oh God, that feels good. Are you wet too? Let's see."

Before I could answer, she had her hand between my legs. Her long fingers expertly parted my lips, as another finger probed my pussy. "Oh MY!" My eyes shot open, as I let out a nervous giggle.

"I didn't hurt you did I Barb? Goodness, you are drenched Honey," she whispered and took her first hand off mine to soothe my hair. Amy switched from suckling on my tits to Michelle's ample chest and back to mine again The two of us continued to masturbate each other.

"Shell, did you bring it?" I heard Amy ask, as if in a dream. Michelle ignored her, bringing her alluring face close to mine. My eyes were glued to her long tongue rimming the crest of her succulent lips, as her fingers taunted my clit. "I think I'm jealous." She mouthed, brushing her lips over mine.

"W-why is that?" I breathed with erotic anticipation.

"Everyone has had you but me," she batted her long lashes, as her lips formed a pout.

"Doesn't seem right, does it," I sympathized and flattened my hand to rub as much of her pussy as possible.

"SHELL? Did you bring it, or not?" Amy piped up between switching tits again.

"Yes I did, but tonight it's not for you Sweetcheeks," the mysterious woman added, keeping her full attention on me. Michelle had me at the point of no return. There was no denying our mutual attraction and a need to satisfy each other.

Michelle glanced down and motioned young Amy to retrieve her large purse. As the cool early morning air mixed with Amy's saliva, my nipples hardened instantly. In a combination of moves that felt like one, my legs gave way to the bed at the knees. I replaced her hand in my pussy with my own, as I watched the dark temptress reach in her purse and pull out one of the longer strap-on dongs I've ever seen.

Scooting back in the bed, my eyes shifted to watch Michelle strap on the apparatus, while Amy lubricated the head of the enormous black tool. I couldn't help but notice how the overall length of it matched the entire length of Michelle's long thighs. Spreading my legs wide, my fingers never retreated from my saturated hole. "That's okay Dear; I don't think she'll need it." Shell referred to any further greasing and pulled the pretend beast from Amy's mouth.

Standing at the edge of the bed, Michelle hoisted the huge rubber honker and slowly split my wet outer lips with it. Not one to miss a single thing, Amy quickly slithered into bed next to me. As she went back to sucking and fondling my boobs, we watched Michelle inch the hard rubber replica further into my snatch. The back of my head bore into the mattress; my hands gripping the sheets, as the foot-long cock penetrated me to the max.

"OH GODDD!" I squealed and pulled my legs to accommodate the full length of it.

"Fuck her good, Shell," Amy said, completely out of the naive character she'd concocted.

"Yes please; fuck her good," I echoed, rocking my lower body to and fro, to build momentum.

The dark, exotic woman exuded a ballsy confidence in her capability to fuck or be fucked. Her primitive masculine-like grunts and growls would have given the appearance of a typical dyke, if it weren't for her uncommon classic beauty. She pumped the fake cock in my tender pussy with all the ambiance of a crusty long shore man. Michelle shook back her waist-length curled brunette locks; looking more like a tight, three-year-old filly fitfully playing in some secluded meadow. She was an amazing anomaly that fascinated me.

Wouldn't any man or woman revel in such a sensuous duality? The fact that I was so suddenly and magnetically drawn to such a unique personality made me wonder how my son could not feel the same. His reserved feelings for her hardly seemed valid, as her torso and pelvis undulated to propel the over-sized dong deep in my vagina. Even if I deluded myself that he had harbored some repressed desire to have only me all these years...I mean this chick was a "10" in any guy's black book! The answer to that question was soon enough answered.

"Ah girls, are we having fun yet?" followed the inevitable and impatient knock at the door.

"Can't speak for you, but WE are!" Michelle snidely reported, yanking a weak Amy by her hair and shoving her face in my bush.

Judging from the Josh's silence, he must be considering what other dumb thing he would say or try next. "Maybe we should let him in?" I asked, catching my breathe between strokes.

"Hey, that's your call. I can go either way," said Michelle. "Hell, Amy and I can make our own arrangements, for that matter," she smugly added.

"I didn't mean that! We can work something out." I pleaded, when she withdrew the cock. "PLEASE Michelle, don't be upset." I begged, reaching out to take her wrist. Trying my best to hold on, she was too strong and pulled me out of bed. Dropping to my knees at her feet, I wrapped my arms around her waist from the rear. Locking my hands together, I buried my face in the small of her back. Without time to analyze my overt actions and melodramatic behavior, all I knew was I had to have her. The magnetism was far too great than my power to let go.

"We don't have to let ANYBODY else in. We don't even have to answer the door, okay?" I purred and gently kissed her ass, taking long lingering licks in her crack.

Was the late night and all the unexpected, extra-curricular sex catching up to me? I've dabbled in mild lesbian contact before, but to feel this compelled to have another woman was an entirely unfamiliar sensation for me. The longer she silently pouted, the stronger my desire to please her increased. Spreading her cheeks, I teased her asshole with my tongue. Without a word, she spread her legs ever so slightly, which I took as welcoming sign. Probing her puckered hole with the full length of my tongue, my left hand reached to fondle the fake phallus, while my right hand found its way under the belt to caress her pussy. My teasing applications evidently were persuasive enough to get her attention. She slowing turned in my embrace, putting me eye-to-eye with the huge rubber dick.

"Didn't I try to make you happy, hmm?" She asked with an added inflection of power in her voice.

I nodded. "You DID make me happy! I love having you fuck me." I added, staring up into her dark eyes.

"Shhh! Just let ME handle the guys, okay. If you're a good girl, I'll take care of you too." She stated and pointed the cock toward my mouth. After a quick glance into her eyes, I dutifully took the authentic replica into my mouth as a symbol of surrender.

I delighted in tasting my juices on the dong, as I sucked it clean. After a slight motion from the dark temptress, Amy rushed to Michelle's side like some crony slave. When the taller beauty whispered something, Amy obediently went to Michelle's purse and pulled out a few long lengths of rope.

Viewing myself as if in some parallel, but reverse universe, I stood silently as the little blonde tied my ankles and then my wrists. Being bound by any means, by anyone was a fetish foreign to me. Quite simply, I abhorred the idea of being restricted. However, that's apparently how much power Michelle held over me at that moment. I would have done next to anything to gain her affection. Feeling the roughness of the rope tightening on my limbs, the bondage soon lost whatever fun status it may have had.

My son's previous side comments regarding Michelle never held much meaning before now. His vague references to her passion for power, etc. became increasingly clear to me. No wonder they had yet to form a lasting relationship. Many men and most women would likely be offended by such blatant dominance in a woman. The fact that I found her power over me so alluring made it all that more ironic.

"Now that we have your full attention..." Michelle started and poked the hollow of my shoulder. I teetered on my heels, before collapsing backwards into the bed. "Perhaps you'd like a taste of brunette pussy, huh." She decided and climbed up on the bed to straddle me. Raising my bound arms up over my head, she dug her knees into the mattress, until her bare pussy was inches from my mouth. Gazing up across her flat tummy and past her large taut boobs, my tongue went to work on her slit. When her fingers parted her tender lips, my flattened tongue probed deeper into her vagina.

"Hmmm, that's it. God yes! You do eat pussy good." She smiled down at me and joined my tongue with her long-nailed index finger.

Licking and sucking the succulent flaps of her folds, I moaned with anticipation of reaching her clitoris. She surely sensed my desire and quickly pulled away, but not in retreat. Getting to her feet above me, she turned around to switch to a 69 on me. Pinching and tugging my hard nipples, she lowered her pelvis to my face again. I quickly resumed eating out her delicious cunt, when we heard a more forceful knock at the door.

"AMY, ARE YOU IN THERE?" Came Jeff's deep voice.

"YEAH, what is it?" Amy hollered back.

"Your mom; your mom's on the phone. You gonna take it?"

"SHIT!" Amy cautiously exclaimed, almost leaping from the end of the bed. "Why the hell is SHE calling NOW? She NEVER calls... I just can't imagine why..."

"God Amy; settle down girl!" Michelle said, as the nervous girl's commotion put an immediate halt to our love making. "That woman has got to be the most uptight bitch alive!" Michelle stated, climbing down from the bed.

Suddenly feeling like a fish out of water, I tried sitting up. Amy frantically wiggled back into her night gown, as she continued to fret about her mother's call. When Michelle pulled her leather coat back on, I was afraid no one would release me from the ropes.

"Um, do ya think you could..." I started, holding my bound wrists up to Michelle.

"Oh yeah, Sorry, Barb. Here, let's get you out of those–for now," she smiled, but took her good time untying me. "You know that Kim; she's the one I need to hogtie," Michelle shot me a devilish grin.

"Kim?"

"Amy's mother. God, if there's ever been a bitch that needs some sexual healing, it's her."

"Hmm, maybe you need to have her to tea," I laughed, pensively waiting for Michelle to release me. By then, Amy had hastily made her exit to answer her cell phone.

Peaking his head inside the open door, Josh's eyes sheepishly scanned the room. With both hands still loosely bound, I tried to pull the infamous satin sheet around me. "So, am I interrupting anything?" My son asked, watching Michelle securing the leather belt around her waist.

Shooting Josh a semi-embarrassed smile, I quietly waited for the tall brunette's response. "No, come on in," she relented, lit a cigarette and sat on the edge of the bed. "Josh, you know your mom here is one sexy woman," she noted, more aware of how she looked to Josh than my state of bondage.

"I agree," he smiled, wrapping his arm around me from behind.

"I think it kind of explains a lot of things," she added, filling the air with a long blast of exhaled smoke. Josh and I traded questioning glances. Neither of us had a clue to what she meant. Neither of us felt it necessary to hear her definition either. A long, tenuous silence followed, as I felt Josh's hand subtly caress my back and then my ass when I pulled myself to stand next to him.

"Hey you look pretty bitchin' in those new bracelets. I'm guessing those are compliments of Mistress Michelle here?" He smirked and ogled at how the sheet barely covered parts of me.