Moments Not to Be Wasted

MOMENTS NOT TO BE WASTED

A sequel to 'Wasted By Love'

It was all wrong, the effect that they had on each other. They had become ensnared by lust after what they had done the first time when Darryl had come home from his work and found her the worse for wear because of drink. His way of making her feel good about herself, again, after the wounding abandonment by her husband, Frank Jones, had dismayed her for the passionate intensity that he had brought to his seduction of her.

The seducing techniques deployed during his claims upon her, in body and mind, had not lessened over the month, or so, since it had all begun and that she had been unable to put a stop to. Nor had she wanted to, then.

She had felt an unquenchable need for him that first time and, immoral and illegal as their affair undoubtedly was, she had also been restored. She no longer resorted to the bottle and Darryl was gallant, and considerate, enough to tell her that she looked better and was her

'chatty and bubbly'

self once more.

"You're the woman I once knew, again."

She had kept from answering him by saying that it was because of his ardent loving and the attention that he paid to her whenever the opportunity arose and she conceded to him. It was not, quite, a one-way street when it came to them ending up in her bed and they pursued each other through what felt like unending sessions of frenzied coupling. For her, pleasure at his hands and what he brought to her body could never quite blot out the guilt that she felt because of all that they had each succumbed to.

There were Friday nights when she waited for him, restless and unable to sleep. He worked hard at his construction job, came home tired and dusty, and still had the energy and drive to go out and to see friends he had grown up with and who still lived in the area, or near enough, to keep those bonds alive.

She had her work in the local supermarket and had her friends, but, right now, the only company that she truly sought was Darryl's.

Darryl did not lack female company. He was, after all, a strong and fit-looking young man with reserves of energy in his broad-shouldered frame that went along with a captivating smile, and a passably handsome hollow-cheeked face. However, he did have a short fuse like his father, at times, but since their affair had begun he did not talk of them, the girls he may have gone with. She remained unsure if there were any, now that he found in her the passionate and experienced responses to satisfy that lustful and unquenchable need in him for a woman's touch and the demands on him of her body.

That they were related did not seem to prevail in his attitude and what he pursued with her, but she knew that could so easily change in him just as it could in her. The storm that was so often their life together would soon blow itself out, of that she was certain and perhaps recent news, that had reached her, might be the moment that it would.

Now, as she listened out for him to come home, and she was again reassured, she knew that who he was to her, as much as what Darryl brought so energetically and skilfully to their affair, and that excited her, always seemed to overcome her scruples about what they had fallen into doing together.

"Don't keep me waiting, Darryl, darling," she murmured, drowsily, reaching out to grab the alarm clock and seeing that it was past two o'clock on a Saturday morning.

She felt nervous about what she had to tell him.

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"Darryl?" she called out as a shaky hand found the bedside light and she turned it on. The room was lit by a warm glow.

"Yeah, Mabel, it's only me," he replied with a soft and teasing laugh that seemed to bounce off the walls of the landing. His footsteps made the floorboards outside her room creak eerily. "I'm having a shower then I'll be with you. I won't take long."

"Are you in a mess?" she went on, hoping that he would appear in the doorway of her cramped bedroom.

"Not from what you think," he answered. "The club was smokey and the others I was with all smoked when we were in the pub before that. I want to be nice and fresh for you."

"As you've become," she answered softly on hearing him speak in that way of his. She flopped back on the bed, shifting to lie on the cool sheet as she thought of what to say, how to say it, and touching herself as she did so and thinking of what he would, no doubt, pursue with her if she allowed it so late into the night. "Did you have a good time?"

There was the rustle of clothes to be heard from his room, then the creaking of the landing floorboards once more. Darryl stood in the doorway of her room and she gazed at him. Finally, Darryl answered her.

"Yeah, it went okay. I'm too wrecked from the week at work to go spinning it out any longer with them. I wanted to get back here and get rest of a different kind."

"I wonder what kind of rest that could be."

She said it on reaching out to caress his thigh. How strong her boy was and so ragingly confident in what he sought to do with her. What she felt for him went against all sense and decency, but she had needed his restorative company and concern that had become so much more.

Darryl stood close at her side of the bed and watched as she sat up, the heavy swell of her breasts, the wonderful dusting of freckles on them and her breastbone to be seen before she clutched her knees. He couldn't help but reach out and offer a fingertip caress to her bare shoulders. Compared to his bulk, she was slender-bodied and only too shapely.

"I reckoned you'd be asleep by now," he murmured appreciating the sight of her.

"No, I can't do that until I know you're safe."

"I'm not a kid anymore."

"No, and I think I know that by now," she said, smiling up at him as she brushed away stray strands of her crinkly blonde hair. It turned into a soft gasp as she saw him touch the bulge in his trendy briefs. She was disconcerted, once more, from knowing the effect that seeing her naked had upon him. "Darryl...you're...you're hard already!"

Provocatively, and holding her gaze on him, he worked it for a few strokes and clamps of his hand.

"Yeah," he drawled, "I got to thinking about how it's been between us lately and wanted to get back here, to you." He hesitated and looked down at her intently. "I...I also got a call today at work...from Frank."

He had said it so lightly that she wondered if she had heard him correctly. She reached out to him. "Forget the shower and come here, to me!"

Darryl drew closer and the simplest first touch of her fingers to his belly made him shudder. He wanted the woman he gazed at and stood over her as Mabel deftly tugged down his briefs, doing so with both hands. She had made sure that her face was close to it as his penis sprang free. Unhesitatingly, she gripped it and leaned in, putting her mouth to the glistening tip before she swirled her tongue over its length, and kneaded his nut sac in her practised and ragingly pleasurable ways.

"Go on...go on! You always do that so well!"

He clenched the muscles in his groin to control the effect that she had on him, so quickly. He took handfuls of her hair as he guided her claims on his cock, Mabel opening her mouth wide and sliding it down over his haft in a slow mesmerising rhythm before she bobbed her head. He shuddered and took slow steps on the spot as she worked him and created a maelstrom of pleasure. He had to find a way to break out of the spiral of depravity they were caught up in, but how could he when she worked him so well and their fuck-fests were unlike any others that he pursued?

Mabel stopped and eased off him. She met his look as he towered over her, his penis glistening from her saliva. She caressed it in slow touches of her fingers over its length and brushed the domed tip against her cheek before she spoke.

"I got a call from him too and I said that he could see me later in the week. I also said that he was not to come around here before that's arranged. I wanted to talk to you first about it."

"And give us time to do this and so much more," Darryl groaned as she resumed working him expertly with her mouth and hands and he bent down so that he could just caress the tumble of her wonderfully rounded breasts. They felt so warm and heavy, the nipples hard and erect. "Jeez, how I'm going to miss this...touching you and seeing you like this if Frank comes back to you. I'll understand if you take him back, but it will be harder for me to forgive him for what he did to you."

Mabel stopped her claims on him and rose to kneel upright and met his kisses, groaning through them as he caressed and gripped her breasts, offering sliding caresses down to their tips before he pinched on her nipples. She felt the cramps of longing in her pussy and knew that she was wet. It was a time, now, when little or no foreplay would be needed. She wanted to again satisfy a deviant hunger for him, to have sex and not think of Frank and all that he had done before he'd walked out on her, on them.

"What we've done, it had to end, sometime!" she called out as he pushed her back on the bed, his intentions clear and she not wishing to stop him, not for a moment, as he pressed his lips to her breastbone and she caressed his face with her breasts. Darryl trailed caresses over her mound and pressed fingers into her. "They're for you, always for you...whatever happens!"

"I'd like that but can we risk it if he comes back...really does so?"

"I don't know but make me remember what we've done! Oh, how crazy it's been!"

"But you've loved it, just as I have...doing this."

Her Darryl, her son, feasted on her tits and had an erection that arced out from his taut and toned belly, his work lending his physique a strength that she had kept on learning of whenever he wanted to fuck with her and she let him in.

He was insatiable, and now she wondered what the news, of Frank wanting to talk and perhaps seek a reconciliation, would have on him, on her also, as she was becoming addicted to times when she could couple with him, to be fucked and have her mind possessed by all that was wrong even as pleasure coursed through her accepting and desired body.

"Put them on my shoulders," he commanded, coaxing her to lift her legs onto them as she lay back and he moved to kiss her feet, her calves and then thighs and to brush his fingers over her slicked heat. She saw him gaze wonderingly at her pussy as his fingers brushed over it, over the lips before his mouth sank onto them and his tongue began to dart and flicker, to press into her cunt and swirl, to probe in quickening darts that sent rushes of pleasure coursing through her belly.

"Darling! You...you make me feel wonderful!" she cried out as he feasted on her sex and she tugged on his hair, but Darryl wouldn't relent. "You know that I'll come if you go on!"

"And you know that I'm here for you, whatever happens," he answered against her slit, his words but a mumble. She knew what he wanted from her.

"A few moments more, like this...then...then I want you in me!"

"And it's always special with you."

Her heart was racing and pulses of pleasure again coursed through her body. Her pussy felt on fire from his agile tongue and probing fingers. She felt so wet, so aroused, so in thrall to her lustful son who wanted to fuck and to fuck with her.

"Everything's gone a little crazy, lately!" she called out.

"And it may soon end!"

With ferocious strength Darryl gripped her hips and pulled her to him, his penis tip brushing over her pussy's lips before he thrust into her in one long and deeply probing stroke, his penis tip parting her outer lips before she could clamp her pussy's muscles around his invading flesh.

"Darryl!"

What he was doing with his penis was driving her crazy once more. Flesh and reality, what she was again pursuing with him, crashed. There was, again, a raging intensity to take her body and she felt her pussy pulsing and throbbing, one of his hands pushed under her and his fingers stroking and poking at her butt hole. They went no further. They didn't need to. The feelings that his driving penis aroused in her, his touches and kisses, were all driving her crazy.

She was climbing the walls again. She bucked her hips and clamped on his driving prick; snorted through kisses that really did not belong to them but were pursued, anyway, as any lover would do.

"I love loving with you!" he groaned, lifting his head away and staring at the ceiling with unseeing eyes. He drove his penis into her, into what felt like a moist inferno and he already knew, from past times, that the woman underneath him wanted deep penetration and moved to make that happen. "How you do it for me."

She clung to him, toiled to maintain her clamping and tugging rhythm to meet his taking of her, the stretching and probing thrust and twist of his penis in her, the crash of their hips against each other. The bedroom was filled with the sound of squelching flesh and the aroma of sex, and they had each other as the only encouragement that they needed to continue a wild and draining fuck-fest.

"You're letting me in...letting me be a motherfucker, again...and again!" he yelled and kept on ramming his stiff and questing rod into her slicked haven, each of them gasping out of dismay at the wildness of what they sought from one another.

"It may be the last time for a while, so go on...go on!" she cried out, the bed beginning to tap a frenzied rhythm quite its own against the wall. "Oh, yes, darling! Yes, it may be the last time so fuck me and...fuck me hard!"

She writhed and bucked her body to meet his wasting and energetic claims. She clawed his buttocks and gripped them as he kept thrusting into her in long and sinuous strokes. What wonderful energy and control he had and deployed upon her. She would become lost, once more, in the maelstrom of physical pleasure and raw passion.

"I won't forget what he did to you...and...and I sure hope you won't forget what I've done to help you through?"

Darryl stared into her wide eyes as he kept on pounding her body with vicious intensity, his control sublime and pleasing her to distraction.

"Darling...darling!" she yelled and wrapped his body with her arms and legs. He kept up the demands upon her and showed remarkable strength and control, pushing, pulling, and shoving her body around on the bed, her feet scrabbling to maintain some control of his movements as she bucked her hips, her pussy muscles wrenching on him.

"I'm close!" he yelled as the pressure in his penis and sac became unbearable and difficult to control. He had to climax and consummate his lust for the woman who had claimed him so energetically once more.

They tumbled to the void and he was rough, his hips and body smashing against her as Darryl pushed up from the bed with outstretched arms and as she rose to meet his kisses, to her mouth and then her breasts. He pulled on her hair and tugged back her head. On a gasp of searing hot breaths he climaxed, his body convulsing on feeling the searing spurt of his climax, then others that were met by Mabel's clamping embrace and her pussy's walls contracted to drain him to the end.

"How am I going to deal with this...from now on?" she cried out even as she felt Darryl's body convulse twice more before he seemed to fall in on himself, utterly spent and sated by her demands on him and what he had pursued from her.

Mabel gently pulled on his hair to draw his head away from her aching breasts. She shivered as Darryl slowly withdrew from her body, the residual caress of his penis and its domed tip arousing a soft gasp of confession that she regretted him leaving her body again.

Darryl pulled her to him and she clutched his questing hand as it reclaimed her breasts. The ache in her legs, in her body where she had been so lustfully claimed would ease, but she was overcome by the thought of Frank's wish to return and what would again pass for normality between them.

"You'll stay with me until I know where life takes me, with or without Frank, won't you?" She reached up to touch his face but Daryl failed to answer her immediately. "Darryl?"

"I heard you Mabel, and yes, I will. But, I've been asked to make up the numbers in a house the guys I know want to rent. The time will have to come when I have to move out. If Frank does live here again, I'll have to do that, won't I, after all that we've done? It'll do my head in to live here with you both and not be able to touch you...or go with you like this. It's been crazy but you've also made me feel so alive when we're like this."

Mabel nodded and gripped his hand fiercely. She then took it to her breasts and kept it there.

"There will be moments not to be wasted, then," she answered him, finally. "But we'll talk about that in the morning. You've helped me through, scared me, and loved me in all that you asked me to do and to share. I couldn't ask for anything more."

She stilled the caresses that he offered, the slide of one hand between her thighs as Darryl sought to touch her sex again.

"I know that you will, Mabel. We've become like the moths around the flame, haven't we?"

She dared not give him an answer. Only time, and Frank stepping into the house once more, would suggest to her what needed to be said on the matter of a mother pursuing an incestuous affair with her strong and passionate son who seemed to have few scruples when it came to the pursuit of pleasure.

There was something of her in him, it seemed.

♥