Not a Moment Was Wasted

NOT A MOMENT WAS WASTED

A sequel to 'Wasted By Love'

Darryl paused and stood silently in the doorway of the kitchen and gazed at her. Mabel had become someone else to his ways of seeing her, a woman who beguiled him and had wrecked him when he thought that guilt had made her close the door on what they had fallen into doing, with and for each other.

The hunger that he felt for her was no longer a secret that he kept from her, imagination giving way to the raging reality of what they had found. Mabel's responses, and ways with him, were moments that he simply could not walk away from. He kept on making excuses to his pals who wanted him to join them in renting a house, saying that he couldn't afford that or not just yet. He kept from saying that he had fallen into a trap that had been of his own making.

Besides all of that, Mabel had not been 'pulled' by another man so he could keep his place in her life a while longer, even if the reasons had become so very different from all that had gone before.

Mabel had become a cock-slut to her horny son and she met his insatiable appetite, who they were to each other abandoned every time that he pursued her or she succumbed to his soft words and slow caresses that he deployed to bring her on and to break down any reluctance that she might feel. Restraint belonged to the past, to the first time that he had taken her to bed, and now they so often found raging and wasting satisfaction in each other's arms. He pursued his desire for her, and Mabel satisfied a wayward longing that she would never be able to explain and that did not belong to a mother-and-son relationship.

However, abandonment by her wayward husband, Frank, had brought her to a place in her life that Darryl seemed to understand and wanted to help her get through. Neither of them thought too far ahead. She worked in a supermarket; he was a construction worker and so had become lean, fit, and strong.

Sensing that he was near, Mabel turned to look at him, her straw-blonde hair swaying across her shoulders. "How long have you been standing there?"

There was no need to say or ask any more than that. She knew what was again at work in him from the unflinching stare upon her as she worked to make breakfast for them both. It was followed by the provocative slick of his tongue over his full lips. He had used them on her and she needed no reminder of what she had again succumbed to when he had arrived home very late after a night out with his friends. He had looked in on her and murmured 'I'm home' and he had done that to reassure her.

"Don't go, stay here with me!" she had demanded on hearing his footsteps on the landing that passed both of their rooms. What a night of mayhem, physical and emotional, had followed that call to him.

She had then rushed after him, the hem of her nightie sliding down her thighs as she did that, her breasts swaying under the thin fabric that shaped them. She had learned long ago what the sight of her did to him. After a moment's hesitation, they kissed furiously and hungrily, clutched at the other's body as they undressed until they stood naked on the darkened landing.

"You feel so soft and warm," he had said, his lips pressed to the hollow in her shoulder and their bodies pressed together.

"Are we ever going to stop doing this?" she remembered calling out to him, crushed in his embrace upon her, knowing that Darryl was feeling horny as fuck and aroused by the sight and feel of her pressed against him. She had not kept her need of him a secret for long either, crazy as it was for a woman to hunger for her son, strong and well-made as he undoubtedly was, and unashamed to let her know again how she got to him. It had been the reason for him not moving out, after all.

Their lips had become locked and she remembered how their tongues had swirled, how she had sucked on his, each of them gasping out of longing that their kisses, the press of their naked bodies against each other, and the groping caress of their hands had aroused.

She had yelped through their kisses as Darryl's rough and strong hands had claimed her heavy and round breasts, his fingers tugging and pinching on erect nipples rolled and squeezed each of them, before he cupped them.

"I can't get enough of you doing that!" she remembered calling out to him, even as Darryl trailed one hand down over her mound and teased open her pussy's moist lips. He stroked and pressed his fingers over it, trailing one finger into her slit as each caress became slow and wandering. "Yes, I shaved there as I waited for you to come home and to me!"

Back in her bedroom, and on the larger bed, he had knelt beside her and offered kisses and caresses to her body and she could take pleasure in what he would bring, Her mouth had kissed his penis, then enveloped it as he bent down to kiss her belly, to slide his tongue over her slit before fingers brushed her clit.

He had been gentle, considerate even, but his touch and sucking kisses had soon made her jolt, her orgasm making her judder as she sucked furiously on that pole of flesh.

"You crazy boy! I can't stop cumming for you!" she had called out, her body wracked by the rushes of one orgasm following hard upon another.

"I love how you cum...it takes such a short time and a few touches to make you do that," he had smiled through their kisses. "Taste it..."

She had done so before Darryl had moved to lie between her legs, his face pressed against her slit. Jeez, she had been so wet as he licked her pussy, up and down, his darting and flickering tongue provoking her to buck her hips and meet this assault on her sex. Her boy's tongue had licked and circled in her pussy, the tip darting to tease her clit or slick over the sides of her pussy before prodding back in. She knew that she had gushed, had tasted it on Darryl's face as he moved to kiss her, to look in wonder back at her as she pulled on his hips and coaxed him to enter her soaking and gaping pussy.

"You...you know that I'm ready for you!"

It had become her familiar cry to him.

Darryl did not seem to care what she said in response to what he did for her. "Bring me on, some...use your mouth."

She had done what he had asked of her as he lay back on the cool covers of her bed and she had begun to lick his thick and arcing length of flesh, up and down, and behaving like a young slut. She had been coaxed to take the head in her mouth and to begin slowly sucking; to dragging her closed lips up and down over the veined length of his penis, Darryl's hands in her hair.

"Ease up...please, ease up!" she had heard him gasp. Darryl had been near to cumming in her mouth and that was not something that she had ever allowed to happen, but she enjoyed these wayward preambles to being fucked again. They had gone too far over recent weeks to ever make good what they pursued with each other.

"Don't pull so hard!" she had cried out when he tugged on her hair and she had met his questioning look and soft smile. "Yes, I want you in me, but go slow. I still need to get used to what you have for me."

She had loved the sensually slow beginnings to their tryst, shivered to feel his deepening penetration and easing out, then the slide of his length deeper as Darryl had stretched her until he was buried, balls deep, inside her.

And then the mayhem of a tempestuous rut had taken hold of them and the control they had tried to exercise on the other had drifted away. She had loved again the moist squelching sounds that they made, an aphrodisiac to the senses as he had worked in a quickening rhythm in possessing her clamping and tugging pussy.

With her arms and legs clamped around his neck and body she had coaxed him on. "Yes, give it to me!"

"I intend to," he had yelled as wild and uncontrollable impulses took over.

She had lifted her hips off the bed as she began to fuck her, the bed rocking and creaking, tapping against the wall until she had succumbed to the wracking claims of her orgasm and all she could feel, then the spurts of his warm cum. The last spurts had slicked her tummy, the potency of his ejaculations even creaming her cleavage as she wantonly pushed her breasts together.

"Keep cumming for me, you darling!"

Darryl, she had kept from calling him 'her boy', had been animalistic in the end and she had admitted, against all her instincts, that her pussy belonged to him.

"I can't stop, I've not been able to do that from the moment we first did this," he had confessed before she had finally felt him ease out of her body and they had fallen asleep.

♥

"Mabel?"

He stood beside her and she had been unaware of him drawing close as she had thought back to the night's events. Now, Darryl embraced her and she felt his hands cup the tumble of her breasts, covered by the faux satin of her short nightgown, the edges of the neckline trimmed with lace. To feel the slide of the fabric over skin heightened the pleasure although she was in no mood to concede to his touches once more.

"You had your way last night," she said, sternly, and moved away from his questing caresses. The burner on the stove was turned off. "I've made us some breakfast. I have to go to work, even if it's a Saturday."

"And it's so darned early, so there's time to have you again," he suggested, his hands drawing up the hem of her nightdress as caresses were offered to the soft flesh of her thighs.

"Stop, don't behave like that!"

He gave a mirthless laugh in reply. "You came after me last night, I seem to remember."

"Yes, but you don't always have to behave like this!"

"Because of who you are to me, you mean. Is that what you're saying after the times we've had together?"

Mabel was startled by the directness of his reply, even if she knew what he was so clearly capable of saying when the mood or what someone had said took him there.

"Yes, because of that," she replied in a softer tone. In a few words of their argument, they had each shown the fragility of their changed relationship. "I...I don't know for how much longer I can live with what we do."

They stood side by side, leaning against the kitchen worktop where she had set out two plates, each with a portion of scrambled egg and rashers of bacon. It was an only too-domestic scene, even if they had exchanged some hot words and they had chosen not to sit down at the small kitchen table.

"I'll be around and here for you, even if Frank tries to win you back...it doesn't end so easily even if we try." He was seen to adjust the fit of his lounge pants over what was, again, his unmistakable erection.

She looked across the space between them in wide-eyed amazement and tried to ignore what he did. "You...you know about that...that he's called me?"

"Yeah," he drawled with a sigh, "or, rather, he texted me to say that he wanted to give it a try if you'd have him back."

"And did you reply?" Her grip on his arm tightened and she felt the strength in it. She saw him gaze down at what she had done.

"I said it was up to the two of you. What else could I text back...that I'd miss being with you in the ways that we have now?"

"Sometimes...what we have sometimes." She corrected Darryl on a baleful glance his way. She left her breakfast unfinished and leaned in before she pressed her mouth to his lips. "Frank said that he might call by tonight..."

"So, I'd better get lost before he does so."

"Not before this."

Wantonly, Mabel stood on tiptoes and sought to kiss him deeply. In short order they were running their hands over each other's body, Mabel pushing her hands under the rim of his lounge pants that he had put on before he had come downstairs to find her. She grabbed a hold of his hard and erect penis, groaning as she again discovered how her boy seemed to be in a permanent state of arousal whenever he was near her.

Darryl lifted the hem of her nightdress before deciding to strip her naked, Mabel lifting her arms as it was slipped up and over her head, Darryl soon leaning forward to feast on the tumble of her breasts that were now exposed to his gaze and hungering mouth.

"Who knows when we can, or should, do this again!" Mabel called out.

"Now would be good!" was Darryl's laughing reply.

She skittered away and ran up the stairs, the flesh of her buttocks rippling as she moved. Darryl was close behind her, his questing caresses brushed away before she shoved him onto his back on the creaking bed. She soon climbed onto him, all restraint forsaken and what they had said to each other, moments ago, forgotten.

"Just put it in me!"

Mabel straddled his hips, raising herself, just enough, as she grabbed his throbbing penis and aimed it at her vagina, the fingers of one hand parting her pussy's lips before she moved to settle on him. She needed it; she needed him as it might be for the last time. Despite her state of arousal, she needed to take him in three deepening strokes as her pussy gushed and he could again slide smoothly, in and out as she rocked on him. Her breasts jerked and swayed; she dug her fingers into his chest to keep her balance on him.

"Go on! One minute you're yelling at me and the next we're getting down to it!" Darryl had a look of amazement on his face as she worked him, his knees raised and feet planted on the bed to keep her on him.

He wasn't expecting her to concede so easily to what he wanted from her after seeing how Mabel's nightdress had revealed just enough to arouse his hunger for her body once more. He would make love to the woman and soon they were doing so.

"Forgive me... please forgive me!" she panted as she enjoyed once more the feel of his hard cock as it filled her pussy and she strained to keep a hold of him with muscles that soon ached. How crazy to believe and feel that he belonged there. She leaned forward, her nipples brushing his chest, and began kissing him, but her body remained still and impaled upon him. "I...I want to just feel you in me, darling...I don't need to fuck again.

"But I do, seeing and feeling you as you are now!"

He wanted to have her clamp on him once more and enjoy the friction caused by him caressing and stretching her pussy's walls. She was so darned good at bringing him on, the walls of her pussy closing around him in a pulsing grip.

Mabel had eased back his foreskin before taking him into her. Now it caressed her pussy's walls, along with the large domed tip of his penis, and he took her quickly to unbearable heights of pleasure, his hands traveling down over her swaying breasts, his fingers tugging and pinching her nipples, before she moved away, leaned back and bucked her hips.

She wanted Darryl's penis...her son's penis...inside her body and they would couple as if for the last time. She panted endearments and encouragement, but she wanted him on top of her. She wanted to be claimed by his strength, by the wrenching and plumbing drive of his penis, and she wanted to feel his weight on her as if they could make their bodies as one, and as before, during that first time, so...so long ago.

"Darryl, make love to me. Make love to your mother and fill her with your cum!" Darryl felt her hips grind in slow circles and her pussy's muscles tug upon his shaft which aroused pulses of pleasure that he knew she also felt as the tightening and easing clamp of her pussy's walls made sure that his penis s skewered her even as she coaxed him to roll over. "Put it back in!"

"Nothing's going to stop me," he laughed, the thrust of his penis making her gasp n response to the ferocity of his actions.

Now Darryl was on top He started pumping and going too fast. She had to persuade him to slow down, to make love as he had often done and not to fuck as if it was for the last time. She pushed that thought from her mind.

He began to rock and twist his hips, to dip into her as, with each forward motion, she took more of him. She gasped in response to each thrust that he made and as his hips came down against hers, his thick length of flesh now wrapped inside her. Her grip tightened on his buttocks; her fingernails teased his skin. She was intent on holding him in place. "Don't move!"

"I won't move if you keep on doing that! How you get to me!" he gasped as she wrenched on him.

"As you do for me!" She had taken many spurts of his cum during the night when he had come home and she had claimed him. Now, she was coaxing him to enjoy and prolong the feelings of them making love, mother, and son, and for them to see the pleasure on the other's face as they did so. She wrapped her aching and tired legs around him and used them to pull him into her with each deepening stroke. "I'm back on the pill! I just had to do that!"

"It's all become a little crazy, hasn't it?"

She nodded her reply to that as she met his look upon her, how he bore his weight on outstretched arms and only his penis joining them. She reached between them to caress his body and then to prod her fingertips against the base of his shaft.

"And you've got me...got me doing this again!" she had time to say before he leaned in to kiss her deeply, to share kisses that she had to tear her mouth away from.

They tumbled into the abyss of wanton and wayward pleasure that had become so much a part of their frenetic couplings, their calls to each other as they shared in their orgasms soon matched by the ferocity of his climax, the relief of pressure in his sac painful as he became overwhelmed by the searing rushes from his penis as wads of his semen were expelled into her accepting body.

"You're acting as if this is perfectly normal!" she called out after they had come down from the peak of pleasure and she saw him flop down on the bed beside her. She felt empty and could not keep from reaching out to touch the glistening skin of his penis, reddened by all that had been shared.

"You do it for me like no one else does," he answered, not looking at her as she sat up. He trailed caresses over her back, "but I reckon that what we have just done is the peak...we won't be going there again."

"I just don't know, darling...I just don't know." She had turned to look down at him and gloried at the tone of Darryl's body, in his strong physique, and how he was blessed, not only with that but by how he had brought pleasure to her. It was all so wrong...so wrong. "No, don't touch me anymore! I have to go to work...I have to!"

Mabel scrambled away and rushed to the bathroom. The mirror reflected the image of a buxom woman, her face flushed from her exertions in loving so rampantly with Darryl, her passionate and demanding son. It also reflected the image of a new woman, not one affected by drink and the loss of a partner. Despite everything, how deviant and wrong her behaviour had been, she looked well on it.

Becoming lovers, with her attentive son, had not seen a moment wasted. She could meet Frank and see where that took her, a new and wanted woman. She could not look at what had happened in any other way. Recklessly, Daryl had changed her.

She washed quickly, cleaned out her pussy as best as she could, and washed her body with a flannel. A shower would take too long. Her thighs ached, as did her breasts and nipples; Darryl had seen to that. Her pussy ached as if Darryl had ravaged her without consent but that was far from being the truth.

How could she keep losing herself to him and not show, someone, the effect that he had upon her? Perhaps she should show him the door and put some space between them so that they finally came to their senses?

Mabel heard his footsteps on the landing. She then met his look upon her as she got dressed; when she leaned forward to put the cups of her bra around those aching breasts. Her panties slipped on easily, the fabric and high waist shaping her mound.

"I see a beautiful woman and not the one I came home to that special night...the first one we spent together, really together." He remained standing in the doorway, then stepped aside so that she could return to the bedroom. "I force myself on you, don't I and you don't seem able to say no to me."