Promise Not to Tell

Katherine stood in the foyer of her house and listened to the echo of her voice soak into the surrounding darkness. The entire house smelled like the coconut bubble bath that Samantha used and it disagreed violently with the cheap beer sloshing around in Katherine's stomach. Stifling a burp with one hand over her stomach trying to keep its contents in place, Katherine called into the house again.

"Kids! You up?"

When there was no answer, Katherine shuffled out of her shoes and onto the soft carpet, letting the cool caress of it on her bare feet bring her down from a terrible night. She unbuckled her belt, sighing when the pressure on her belly was released, and pulled off her jeans. Tugging them down to the floor, she wondered why she'd put them on in the first place.

The trip to the bar had been a spur of the moment thing. She was trying to prove to herself that she could get any guy wanted. Her husband thought he was trading up when he started banging his "social media coordinator", a twenty-something teenager with no skills, a made-up job, and plastic tits.

As the tears came back, she wondered if he intended to let it slip. He didn't have the integrity or the guts to tell her he was having an affair. Putting the girl as the background picture on his phone was intentional and keeping the pictures he'd taken of her on the same roll as family photos and their own date night pictures had to be so that he would get caught.

She didn't give him the satisfaction though. She didn't make a scene, just politely asked to be taken home where she pulled on some jeans and went down to the bar next to the community college to pick up one of the young boys that would whistle at her when she drove past in the BMW. She wasn't going to get mad, she was going to get even.

She hadn't been there fifteen minutes before she heard some girls asking each other whose mom she was. Not a single guy approached her, but some looked on with disgust and pity. After a few of the beta males that had struck out with the local girls started looking in her direction, Katherine got herself out of there. She wasn't going to end up with one of the townie guys that even the townie girls didn't want.

So, her husband could get himself an internet model to suck his cock under his desk during lunch hour, while she couldn't even get a drunk college kid to hit on her in a dive bar. This despite the fact that her husband had the hairline and body of a middle manager and she did Pilates and Kegels with the ass to prove it.

She looked at herself in the front window. The dim light behind her framed her silhouette against the pre-dawn darkness outside. She had an ample figure that the little black dress showed off and a mane of dirty blonde hair that glowed a little even in the faint light reflected against the glass.

She admired her hair and her figure. While not a "Hollywood Blonde" like her daughter, the streaks of rust and brown in her hair gave it depth and character. She always thought that hair that was all one color looked unnatural.

She sighed and started up the stairs. The darkness was comfortable now that she'd adjusted to it. The smell of Samantha's coconut body wash was so thick it was like choking on it. The whole upstairs smelled like her.

At the top of the stairs, she could see a thin line of light under Sam's door. She'd fallen asleep with the light on again. She was moving towards the door to open it and turn off the light when a massive shape lunged at her from the darkness. She screamed and fell backwards, almost over the banister and down the staircase when the shape grabbed her and kept her from a serious fall.

"What the fuck!"

"I'm so sorry," Mike said. He held her close against him, close enough to smell the sweat on his neck and shoulders. She began to sag to the floor in his arms before she realized that she wasn't using her legs to hold herself up.

"You scared the hell out of me," Katherine said, taking another deep breath at the nape of Mike's neck as she got her feet back under her.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize it was you."

"Yeah," Katherine said, thinking back on how she shouted into the darkness before sneaking up the stairs in complete silence. "I'm sorry for scaring the hell out of you too."

"What do you mean?"

"That's why you're so sweaty."

"Oh," Mike chuckled, "Yeah, that's not a fun way to wake up."

"Oh shit," Katherine said with one hand over her eyes. "It's like three in the morning isn't it?"

"Yeah," Mike said, staring back into the darkness of his room. "Nearly four."

"I should get to bed," Katherine said, struggling to her feet. The alcohol had settled in finally and the ground swam under her.

"You okay Katherine?"

"Yeah Mike I...I'm gonna need your help."

"Start a pot of coffee?"

"What, no! I need you to...pick me up."

"Sorry?"

"I can't stand up, I'm drunk. I need...I need you to carry me to my bed."

Mike seemed to consider this for a moment. The light was starting to hurt her eyes and Katherine couldn't look at him, just listen to his breathing and soak in his smell while she held her hand over her eyes. Suddenly, she felt two strong hands under her, one on her ass before sliding under her knee and the other across her back before she was lifted against Mike's chest in a strong embrace.

Mike carried her down the hall and into the master suite in six or seven steps. They were over in an instant, but the moment stayed with Katherine long after he laid her on her bed, turned and went back to the doorway.

"Mike?"

Katherine regretted saying it as soon as it left her lips, but when Mike stopped in the doorway, then turned to face her, she didn't tell him to leave. In the darkness of her room, her bloodshot eyes could see better. Without her shades, her eyes shined and sparked in the faint light of her bedroom. Wet by tears, Mike was transfixed by their beauty.

"Yeah Kat?"

Katherine felt a hum run through her. She hadn't been called by her pet name in months, maybe over a year. Shame flushed her cheeks as she felt herself get wet.

"You're a good kid," she said, swallowing hard. "Thanks for helping me get to bed."

"You're welcome," Mike said, disappearing into the hallway.

This time, Katherine didn't say anything, but let her Michael walk away. When he was gone, she rolled onto her side and reached into the drawer on her dresser. She pulled out a small black vibrator that fit perfectly in the palm of her hand. It was curved slightly, and even had a feature that allowed her to use it from her phone that she never turned on.

Katherine listened to the house to make sure everyone was asleep before turning it on. Holding it between her thighs stifled the sound and sent a hundred waves of pleasure coursing through her. This was before she parted her thighs and pressed the tip of it against her sopping mound. She grunted against the back of her free hand while the other creased her panties against her pussy with the vibrator.

Her hips began to pump up against her hand and her moans became harder to stifle. She twisted in a circle, grinding against the vibrator. In the darkness of the hallway outside, Mike and Samantha looked and listened.

Katherine wasn't as quiet as she thought she'd been, and Mike and Sam had been listening for her telltale snoring when she rattled through her nightstand drawer for a full minute before grabbing her vibrator. They could tell it was a vibrator because she'd turned it on and off three times before getting it out of the drawer, shushing it loudly each time.

Sam grinned in the darkness. She knew that the marriage between her mom and Mike's dad was over but Mike was only now finding out. She'd heard the aftermath of more than one failed date from her bathtub, snippets of arguments here and there when they thought she was asleep. Mike was away at school as their marriage fell apart and had no idea, Samantha had a front row seat.

The sound of splashing, and Katherine screaming into her pillow came from her bedroom. Sam pressed her body against Mike and, squeezing her breasts against his back, slid her had over his hip to grab his fully erect cock.

"Mmmm, you're getting off on this huh?"

Mike didn't even respond, just tried to keep his breathing even as Samantha pulled back gently, then slid her hand forward over the head of his penis, giving it a playful little twist at the tip that took his breath away each time.

"You wanna cum with her," Sam breathed into his ear, playfully increasing and decreasing the speed and pressure of her strokes. Inside the room, she could see her mother arching her back and chewing the corner of her pillow in a hopeless attempt to keep her voice down while in the hallway, only the intermittent click of her thumb against the sticky tip of Mike's dick gave the two of them away.

Mike's back shuddered and he began shifting from side to side as his balls drew up tight against the base of his cock. His breath game in ragged little gasps through his nose and clenched teeth. One of his hips quivered against her belly with each stroke. He struggled to hold himself up by leaning heavily against the wall. He was so close.

Instead of speeding up, Sam slowed to keep pace with her mother's moans. On her way to a third orgasm, she'd stopped trying to hold back her voice and the bed was creaking loudly under her hips. Sam applied more pressure as she rolled her hand over the tip, like she was trying to sculpt his cock, not just stroke it. Mike clenched his teeth and tried to keep from collapsing in the hallway while Katherine squeaked and bucked against her mattress.

Suddenly, the sound of hard plastic bouncing off of a wall and into the hallway brought everyone's attention to the space three feet in front of Mike and Samantha. Katherine quickly rolled over onto her side and, staring out into the hallway asked, "Mike, is that you?"

His massive frame lit by the early morning light streaming through every window, Mike could only nod in response. Katherine quickly pulled her dress down around her thighs and sat up in bed. Behind him, Samantha softly sidestepped into her own room.

"Yeah," he said. "It's me."

"Oh," Katherine said, then after a long pause asked, "Could you bring me my...thing."

Mike bent over and picked up the vibrator, slick with her juices and buzzing faintly against the carpet. He rolled his thumb against the button, a raised circle that was the only part of it that wasn't wet, and turned it off.

Inside her room, Katherine had rolled over onto her pillow and closed her eyes. A single pale butt cheek gleamed in the growing light. Mike looked down at her, his cock throbbing and jumping with his quickening pulse.

"Holy shit," Katherine said with one eye open. Mike watched her lick her lips as she leaned in closer to inspect him. He took a step forward and she had him in both hands, her boozy breath hot on his quivering tip.

"We really, really shouldn't be doing this," Katherine said. She'd drawn up on both elbows and was craning her neck to run the tip of her nose along the length of his cock. Mike didn't make a move or a sound until Katherine placed a kiss on the tip of his dick with a loud smack and he made a soft sigh.

Mike then placed one hand on the back of her head, one on the back of her neck and slid his entire shaft down her throat until his balls were on her chin. Katherine gagged, then growled to keep from choking before taking him into the back of her throat with girlish whimpers followed with grunts as she gulped for air at the end of every stroke.

While her clit was still buzzing from the vibrator, a deeper throb took ahold of her pussy. Each time Mike's cock hit what felt like her chest, her pussy clenched then separated with a loud slurp. Her nipples ached, her asshole puckered, and through it all, her clit would not shut up.

"I want it," Katherine said, popping Mike's cock out of her mouth with a wet smack while coming up for air. "In every hole."

Mike paused for only a moment before reaching over her shoulder to slap her ass. She gave another giggle, and turned around on the bed, ass in the air with her toes making little circles over the edge of the bed. Even in the faint light of her predawn bedroom, Katherine's pussy was glistening with her cum.

Squeezing one butt cheek hard enough to dig her manicured fingernails into her skin, Katherine pulled her pussy lips apart and let a thick glob of her shimmering juices roll out of her, slicking it's way across her clit before hanging from it by a sparkling thread. Mike grabbed his cock by the base and, with another slap across Katherine's ass and a firm grip on the ass cheek she didn't have a hand on, pushed it into Katherine until his balls pressed against her clit.

"Hungh!" Katherine shuddered and buried her face in her pillow as her pussy spasmed and clenched against Mike's cock. Her hips quivered and shook while she pushed back against him, trying to get him deeper inside her still. Mike sucked in air sharply through his teeth, but other than tightening his grip on her ass, gave no indication of how close he was.

Pulling back with a loud, wet sucking sound that brought a flush of shame back to her cheeks, Katherine screamed directly into her pillow as Mike drove back into her with a syrupy slap when his hips hit her ass. Katherine tried to tell him to slow down, but she chocked on her words and could only bite down on her pillow harder as the tip of his cock hit the bottom of her pussy and started to change the shape of it.

"Unnnngh! Oh god...Oh! oh god," Katherine whimpered when she could turn her head aside and draw in noisy slurps of air. Mike was setting her clit on fire each time his balls raked their wrinkly, bristly skin across it. Her pussy was throbbing to his heartbeat and biting down on him every time he hit that little bump deep in her pussy. She was so wet she could feel it pooling in the back of her knees. Her stomach leaped each time the tip of his dick punched it.

"I think...I think I'm gonna pee!"

Katherine couldn't see, but could feel Mike smiling in the darkness behand her. He took both hands and gripped her ass hard enough to leave bruises before slamming into her harder than before.

"It's not my bed," followed by another pound where he held his cock inside her and flexed it until the familiar burn echoed from deep inside her bladder.

"I'm not kidding...aaaah," she said, as he continued pounding her soaking pussy, finding a rhythm that she couldn't keep pace with. Her hips jerked and twisted, trying to get away, but she had no strength and what was worse, her urges had overcome her need.

She could just wash the sheets in the morning.

Suddenly her stomach clenched and Mike let out a low, cooing moan when she clamped down on him. She could feel every vein, every breath, every thump of his heartbeat inside her. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as her last thought passed through it. Her back arched and her asshole puckered and she hooked her feet against his legs as she pushed back against him until he had to brace himself against the bedframe and she was squatting on him.

Katherine grunted as her orgasm hit. Everything squeezed in on itself and her jaw fell slack as a steady stream of piss ran down her legs. She could feel it flowing, hear it trickling and splashing down his legs and over her feet. She could smell it, thick and bitter with all she'd drank tonight.

"I...I can't stop"

Once the seal had been broken, the dam continued to burst. What's more, Katherine didn't have the strength to stop or even slow the stream. Falling forward onto her mattress, she sprayed Mike with piss. She could feel her own hot urine spreading across her ass and splashing over his stomach and onto his chest.

"Oh my...oh my god I'm...oh my god," Katherine said once she was able to catch her breath. Tears stung her eyes as shame rushed in to fill the space that had been occupied by sex a few breaths ago.

"It's fine," Mike said with a flat, emotionless voice. He stood up and pushed her halfway onto the bed in the process. Katherines pussy juices ran down her inner thighs and into the hollows of her knees along the trails left behind by her piss. When she exhaled and took her first full breath in several minutes, her stomach flexed and her pussy made the most horrifying sound.

Katherine's breath caught in her throat and she felt herself beginning to cry. The shame was too much. If she could move her legs, she'd crawl away.

She was looking at the pillow on the far side of the bed, her side of the bed, when she felt Mike's hand on the top of her head. The other hand pressed down on the small of her back and kept her from moving. Not that she had the strength to move without his weight on top of her, but once she couldn't move a slow terror took hold.

"Wait, Mike...we should clean up."

Suddenly, she could feel the head of Mike's cock against her asshole. He was greedily pushing and probing for an angle.

"You said every hole."

"That was before...you made me piss myself."

This time Katherine was looking over her shoulder and could see Mike smile as he eased the head of his cock into her asshole. She was wet everywhere and she could feel the tip of him spreading her open with the rest of him, veiny and rock-hard behind it. She gulped air and held it to keep from screaming, but without her strength her asshole immediately relaxed to accept him.

Letting out a slow breath and lowering herself onto the mattress. Katherine murmured against her fist.

"Just...go slow"

Mike obliged her, easing his cock back before plunging into her gradually. He didn't shove all of it in they way he did with her mouth or her pussy, but nudged it a little deeper inside her each time. She could feel his eagerness to fill her up in his hips and in the way he opened her up more and more with each probing stroke.

Beads of sweat broke out across Katherine's forehead as she struggled to keep from screaming. Each stroke seemed to punch the air out of her, causing her to grunt and heave like an animal. Her legs were spread as far as she could spread them and she kept trying to spread them farther. Her toes scraped and scrunched against the wet carpet on the side of the bed, her thighs pressed against the sopping sheets and molded the mattress to her shape.

"Aaaah," Katherine moaned. Her hips started churning and working against Mike, pushing against him and urging him deeper and deeper inside. It felt like she had taken him into her stomach. Her pussy throbbed, opening and closing with each thrust, and she could feel another orgasm starting to untie itself deep inside her.

"Shit! You're so tight," Mike said. There was a quaver in his voice that told her he was getting close, but she was already past that point. he had already crossed lines she never thought she'd cross and her body had already betrayed her in ways she never thought it would.

As her stomach fell in on itself, and her last orgasm hit, she wondered how she'd ever look Michael in the eye again as her own eyes slammed shut and her face locked in a teeth-clenched grimace. Her guts flopped and twisted around his cock and her pussy kept tightening like a clenched fist. She let out a long, low grunt that sounded like a wounded cow.

"Huuuuuh," Michael groaned as he poured cum into Katherine's asshole. On this last stroke, he grabbed her hips and pushed into her until her pussy lips kissed his balls. She could feel him pumping deep inside her, his cock flexing and jumping while a steady stream of hot semen flowed into her. Just when she thought she couldn't hold any more inside her, the disgusting sound of cum spurting out of her ass filled the room.

"Oh...my...god," Katherine twisted her hips and tried in vain to hold her asshole shut but neither was possible with Michael still pumping cum into her. She felt what might have been another orgasm, or just the finishing pulses of a previous one, and fell limp against her sheets while Mike finished. She closed her eyes and kept breathing through her nose until he finally ran out of what felt like an endless amount of cum and pulled his cock out of her ass.