Of Mothers and MILFs Part II
First, let me say that I know many of you looked forward to reading Part II and I'm sorry I couldn't complete it sooner. I would like to thank everyone who provided comments on Part I. Like many other writers on Literotica, I appreciate your feedback, frequently very astute, as well as the inspiration they provide me to continue writing for Literotica. Knowing that some readers become attached to the characters and are moved by their story is deeply rewarding to me. And I appreciate the suggestions for the future course of their story.
So, finally, here is Part II of Emily, Amy, Walt, and Charlies' saga. It is much shorter than Part I and there is no slow-burn--the fires are already burning in the very first sentence.
I plan on writing two more parts for the story. I've pretty much decided how it will progress and end. Hopefully, Parts III and IV won't take as long as Part II to write, although I can't promise anything.
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The moment he felt Emily's small warm hand in his, Charlie's heart soared. Gazing into her eyes, he brought it to his lips then pressed it to his cheek.
"Emily..." he whispered softly and put his arm around her. Holding her close, he led her into the house, leaving Amy and Walt standing in the moonlight.
Walt stood motionless, gazing into Amy's luminous eyes, trembling from the pounding of his heart and the emotions churning within him--awe, desire, doubts about what he and Charlie were doing, doubts about himself...and even about Amy. And above all, the love he felt, for his mother, for Amy, and for Charlie, who had become the brother he had been denied. Barely breathing, he looked at Amy's outstretched hand, then her eyes and saw in them the sincerity of her invitation. He reached out and took her hand and she drew him close.
"Walt, will you come upstairs with me?" Amy whispered, then holding his hand, she led him into the house and up the stairs to her bedroom. She closed the door behind them then turned to Walt, who stood in the middle of the room looking down at the floor.
He looks nervous
Amy thought with surprise...
scared even...scared of what?...me?
She went to him, took both his hands in hers and felt them tremble. Walt's eyes were still on the floor as if he were too shy to look at her, so she raised a hand to gently touch beneath his chin and lift his head. Amy looked at him and smiled.
"Walt, honey...what's the matter?" she asked softly, "Are you okay?"
Walt shifted on his feet but remained silent.
This strange behavior took Amy by surprise and she was puzzled.
He looks so uncertain...and seems afraid of even looking at me
. W
hat's going on?
Amy stroked his cheek with her fingertips and felt him shiver a bit. She stepped closer and wrapped her arms around him and held him. She felt the pounding of his heart and the warmth of his body, and his tension.
"Walt, honey," she whispered in his ear, "please tell me what's wrong."
"I...I..." Walt finally murmured, "I don't know why you...I don't think I'm..." But his voice trailed off.
Amy had a sense what might be happening and was surprised by it.
"You don't know why I...I what, Walt? You can tell me...please."
There was a long pause before he spoke. She waited patiently and finally heard him take a deep breath.
"I'm not the kind of guy girls like," he said, so softly she could barely hear, as if he were embarrassed. "No girl has ever been attracted to me."
Amy recalled his words,
I don't know why you...I don't think I'm...
and she understood.
Where's the Walt I know? The one so smart and creative...the young man, wise beyond his years, who led us through this summer of change. That Walt, so strong and confident...is he standing here trembling with fear that he's unworthy of me...of my love?
She felt a pang in her heart and held him tighter.
"Walt, Walt," she whispered, then released him and stepped back. She looked in his eyes and smiled, then reached down to the hem of her dress, pulled it up over her head and dropped it to the floor behind her.
Walt's eyes opened wide and he stared at her body, so beautiful in the faint light, covered only by a small white lace brassiere and matching panties. His eyes widened even more as she undid the brassiere and let it fall to the floor, then pushed the panties down and removed them. She looked at him, her head tilted a bit to the side, a small flirtatious smile on her lips.
Walt's heart pounded as Amy stepped closer and took his hand in hers. She pressed it to her abdomen then slid it down her body and Walt felt his heart seem to stop beating. Then he felt her pubic mound under his hand and his fingers being guided through the soft pubic hair. Then his hand was between her legs and he felt the plump labia and time itself seemed to stop. He felt her press his middle finger between the delicate lips into her, where it was soft...so soft, like velvet...warm, slippery, welcoming.
"Feel that, sweetheart?" Amy whispered, "That's because of you...and for you."
"Oh god..." Walt moaned.
Still holding his finger inside her, Amy unbuttoned his shirt with her free hand then slipped it off and let it drop to the floor. Captivated by the feel of her vagina, Walt watched with fascination as she finally let go of his hand and proceeded to undo his jeans and remove them, and his shoes and socks. Then kneeling in front of him, she looked up at him, smiled, then pulled his briefs down and off. She rose and put her hand on his shoulder.
"Lie down on the bed," she said.
Walt did so and moved toward the middle of the bed to make room for her. Amy lay down on her side beside him, her head propped up by an elbow. She gazed at him for a while with warmth and affection, hoping that he could see her feelings for him. Then she leaned down and kissed his lips, a simple, gentle kiss, and touched his cheek with her fingertips.
"You're beautiful, Walt," she said softly, "everything about you is beautiful." She kissed him on the forehead.
"Your mind is beautiful," she said, then moved down the bed and kissed his chest.
"Your heart is beautiful."
She moved again and kissed his abdomen.
"Your body is beautiful."
She moved lower still and touched a fingertip to his penis, now fully erect, then looked up to him.
"Your penis is beautiful," she whispered, and kissed it's tip. She heard Walt moan and felt him shudder, and looked up at him.
"Always be yourself, Walt, and any woman worthy of you will see you as I do."
She kissed his penis again then held it against her cheek. Keeping it there, she gazed at him for a few moments.
"Share yourself with me, Walt," she whispered, a touch of huskiness in her voice, "All of you--your wonderful mind, your great heart, your body, your beautiful penis..." She leaned down again and took his penis in her mouth.
Walt closed his eyes, transfixed by the incredible feel of his erect penis in Amy's mouth, her tongue lavishing it with wet caresses, giving him pleasure beyond his comprehension. He was overcome with relief and joy. He knew that the Walt of five minutes ago no longer existed, nor did the world of five minutes ago. With her words, her desire...and her love, Amy had destroyed the last barrier Walt had erected in himself.
Amy loves me...she loves me and wants me.
Opening his eyes, he looked down at Amy, her head moving up and down on his erection. She looked up at him, half of his penis in her mouth, and the corners of her lips rose in a smile. Walt felt her hand under his testicles, holding and caressing them, then felt a finger push under him and caress his perineum...and then touch his anus.
"Oh...god," he moaned softly and saw Amy's smile widen. He felt fire start to build in his loins and he began moving his hips slowly to meet the embrace of her mouth. "Oh my god, he gasped, "oh my god...I'm going to..."
Amy released his erection and looked at him.
"No, don't come...not yet," she said. "I want you in me when you do."
She moved up to him and kissed him, a long wet engagement of lips and tongues, then lay down on her back beside him. "I want you to fuck me," she whispered, "Fuck me, Walt."
Walt rose and smiled down at her. He reached out and touched her body, feeling the soft fullness of her breasts and the firmness of her nipples for the first time, then moved between her legs. Amy took his penis in her hand and guided it to her opening and he felt its silky wetness and warmth as he pushed into her. When he was fully in he remained motionless.
"Oh god, Amy...you're so...oh, god,..." he said, his voice quavering with the soaring of his spirits and the transcendent pleasure of the feel of her. He felt her arms and legs around him, pulling him tighter to her, and her vagina clutching him, her body and heart whispering to him that he was all the man he needed to be... all the man he never believed he could be.
"Ahhh..." Walt murmured as he felt fire rising in his body. He begin to move, slowly pushing his cock in and out of Amy, her vagina so warm...so moist...so welcoming.
"Oh, yes Walt," Amy murmured, "Mmmmm..."
Amy's words echoed through Walt's senses and stoked his growing heat.
"AAAAAGH..." he groaned, and his thrusts became frantic as the fire in his loins roared through him.
"Oh god Amy...oh god!"
he cried and his climax exploded inside her.
"AAAGH!... AAAAAGH!!
"
Walt collapsed on Amy, gasping for breath, his heart racing. She held him tightly, her legs wrapped around him, holding him inside her. She gently stroked his back and neck until his breathing slowed. Walt rose up a little and looked at her.
"Oh Walt...my love," Amy whispered, smiling at him.
"Oh god, you didn't..." Walt suddenly groaned. "Oh god, I'm sorry...I couldn't--"
"Hush," Amy said. "It was lovely...and we have all night."
Walt gazed down at her for a few moments, then smiled and said "I'll make amends." He kissed her, then pulled out of her and moved down her body. He kissed a breast, then closed his lips over it and caressed the firm nipple with his tongue.
"Mmmm..." Amy murmured.
Walt soon moved to her other breast and gave it the same kisses and caresses, then slowly moved down the bed, exploring her body with his fingers, lips and tongue. When he came to her pubic mound, he ran his fingers through the soft dark hair, then holding her hips he licked the mound and hair with his tongue and felt her tremble.
"Oh love," Amy murmured, ""Mmmm...".
Walt paused.
Okay...what did Charlie's book say to do? Start slow.
He gently parted Amy's legs and looked down at her open, glistening labia.
Tease a little...
He kissed the inside of her thigh and caressed it with his tongue, one thigh then the other, then slowly ran his tongue along the creases between her labia and the inside of her thighs, one side then the other.
"Oh god Walt..."Amy moaned, "Oh god..."
Walt touched his tongue to the area between her labia and anus and stroked it a few times. "Mmmm," Amy responded. He pulled his tongue back and waited a few seconds, then licked the area again.
"Ooooh--ahhh," Amy murmured, and again he withdrew and waited. "Mmmm honey..." she murmured.
Then Walt licked her with the flat of his tongue from her perineum half-way up her labia. He paused for a second then did it again...again...again and felt her quiver each time. Then he withdrew his tongue and waited.
