Promise Not to Tell

Samantha's room was too pink.

Katherine sat stiffly on the bed and Mike sat next to her, neither speaking or looking at one another. It was different when she was being forced. She could let loose, tell herself that she was only doing what she had to, what her daughter forced her to do. Downstairs, she could tell herself that Sam hadn't given her a choice. That her daughter was a wolf in sheep's clothing who only pretended to be sweet and bubbly.

"This room is too fucking pink," she said, jumping at the sound of her own voice as she thought she'd only been speaking in her head.

"What," Mike said.

"Nothing," Katherine sighed.

"I think so too," Mike said.

"About what," Kat asked. She didn't want to actually know the answer, but the silence had been too much and she was eager to fill her head with anything other than her own thoughts.

"It doesn't really suit her does it?"

Katherine only grunted and wished for silence again. Surrounded by her daughters teddy bears, and childhood toys, she felt worse than defeated, she felt tricked and lied to. Different shades of pink ranging from hot to bubblegum made her feel stupid. Up until the moment Sam pushed play on that video, she thought that this was who Samantha was. Her little girl.

"No," Kat responded. "I thought it did but no."

"Yeah she's uh," Mike struggled for his next word before waving his hand dismissively at the room and finishing with, "She's something else."

Unable to keep staring at the pink rug on the floor at her feet or the pink walls covered with snapshots of Sam and her friends as they'd grown up over the years, Kat turned and looked at Mike. Under the too bright lights of Sam's too pink room, she could see all of him clearly for perhaps the first time.

The night she made the mistake that started all of this, he was just heat and presence. What she took from him that night she needed. Downstairs with Samantha humiliating her, she was giving him what she wanted to give him. When she was under the table, with her head bobbing between his thighs and his cock swollen and twitching in her mouth, she was taking from him what she needed.

A slight smile creased her lips. She swallowed what she needed.

In those moments, there was only one part of him that mattered and that was all he was to her. Looking at him now, she tried to read him. She wondered what he felt about her, what he thought about her after all of this. Kat wondered what it meant that she didn't really care what he thought about her, or what Sam thought of her.

"So how was I?" Kat leaned back on her elbows and looked Mike up and down.

"I'm sorry?"

"No you're not," Kat said. It wasn't an accusation, just the truth. Mike wasn't being forced to do anything. His face couldn't be seen in the video and even if anyone recognized him, no one would care. Only her reputation would be destroyed.

"What do you mean?"

"You enjoyed it," she said flatly. No teasing or shame, just acceptance. She sounded as if she were stating the weather.

"Didn't you," Mike said back.

Kat stared at Mike for several moments, unsure of how to answer. She was still processing how she felt about any of this. She'd been telling herself that she had no choice for so long that she'd never asked herself whether or not she was enjoying this. Simply asking the question instead of raging at the injustice of her situation felt like she'd surrendered to it. Something inside her begged to fight back and struggle.

"I was very drunk the first time."

"And the second."

"The second time was all about you," Kat said with a smile that was a little too genuine. She turned away, more embarrassed by the blush that spread across her face than where her face had been twenty minutes ago.

"So, what are you saying?"

Kat stood and turned to Mike who was still sitting on the bed. Placing her hand on his chest, she pushed him back onto the bed and straddled him. As she bent her face toward his, mouth open and breath shallow, he mumbled a final protest.

"We don't have to."

Kat was smiling when she kissed him, their tongues darting and exploring one another's mouth. His hands explored, touching cautiously at first before grabbing her like he owned her. She whimpered softly as he crumpled the damp cotton of her t-shirt in his hands and her nipples stiffened immediately. She groaned as he toyed with them until they ached, begging to be free.

Kat was pulling her shirt off a moment before Mike grabbed it and they both pulled it over her head. His hands went immediately to the clasp of her bra, it was beige and accented with a little embroidery around the cups. He struggled with the hooks, as Kat expected him to, but he was able to get it undone just as she started reaching around to do it for him.

The bra fell onto Mike's chest just as the door opened.

"Well don't let me stop you," Sam sang. She swung the door wide and stepped into the room with exaggerated steps. There was a bottle of wine in one hand and two glasses in the other. She wobbled when she walked.

Mike rolled his eyes at Sam before grabbing the back of Kat's neck and continuing the kiss. It was deeper, needier this time and her head swam while she struggled weakly against him, needing to breathe but not wanting to break the kiss. When he finally released her, she was gasping.

"Okaaaaay, thas fuggin hot," Sam slurred. Kat could hear arousal under the jealousy in her daughter's voice and went in for another kiss. Before placing her mouth over Mike's, Katherine daintily slurped up the trail of saliva between her and Mike's lips with a giggle.

Mike's hands went straight for Kat's shorts. The tight denim didn't give and she gave little pained grunts as he dug his knuckles into her belly trying to unfasten them. When she slapped one of his hands away, it gripped her ass and made them bump noses as she undid the little steel button at the waist.

Mike found the zipper and pulled it down so fast it sounded like he tore the shorts. A knuckle brushed the soft satin of her underwear and he immediately became gentle again. His fingers brushed and stroked at the tender heat between her legs and Katherine's hips buckled as he pressed against her wetness.

Kat dug her nails into Mike's shoulders while he flicked his fingers against her clit like it was a game. She clenched her teeth, her asshole, and crossed her toes but couldn't hold back for long. Her cheeks puffed before she snorted and took a long, loud swallow before finally moaning into Mike's chest.

"There it is." Sam said, taking another pull from the bottle as she sat on the edge of the bed, watching them. She slurred her words and swayed slightly from side to side, but it wasn't just the alcohol. Her songbird voice dropped several octaves and she strained her eyes trying to see everything that Mike and her mother were doing, licking her lips without realizing or caring.

Kat moaned and twisted her hips trying to get away from Mike's fingertips. They found the wet streak in her underwear and rubbed a damp streak in her panties, creasing the fabric. She couldn't hide or quiet her whimpering, but chewed her lip hard enough for it to hurt attempting to keep her voice down.

Her voice wasn't the only thing struggling to stay down. Mike's cock pressed stiffly against the fabric of his jeans. Nowhere near as tight as hers and her daughters, his jeans were still pressing against him enough to make his thickening cock impossible to hide. Unable to escape his touch, Katherine reached down and began stroking him through the stiff denim.

"She wants it," Sam said. "You gonna give it to her?"

Mike grunted and Kat could hear the irritation in his voice. She could feel annoyance run through him every time Sam spoke, made the bed creak, or breathed too loudly. When he breathed out, she breathed in. Katherine had never felt this connected with any other man. She never wanted to break the kiss and pushed her tongue as far into his mouth as she could, tasing and smelling as much of him as possible.

Kat could feel the veins standing out in Mike's cock through his jeans and traced her fingers along the ridge separating the head of his penis from the shaft. He was rock hard and the thought of Mike pushing into her aroused her so much that her nipples tightened painfully and she whined like a puppy. Their knees bumped painfully against each other as they struggled with and around her shorts and his pants.

Mike's mouth was exploring her. He sucked and licked one nipple before grabbing the other and sucking it until it was as hard as the other. Kat was breathing hard and moaning softly every time she tried to press her lips together to stay quiet.

"Damn, you guys are really into it."

Samantha sat on the edge of the bed, her blue eyes wide and only a little bleary from the bottle of wine, now half full. Her mouth closed and opened repeatedly while her tongue darted out to moisten her already shiny pink lips. There was a hint of a pout there and the slightest touch of jealousy.

Kat chuckled, a clumsy gurgle that made it's way past her tightly pressed lips and clenched jaw to roll across the room as a combination of a moan and laughter. Kat saw Samantha's shoulders fall slightly as Mike groped and licked her breasts and smiled. His fingers found their way back between Kat's legs and she released a hot, breathy groan right against his cheek as he plunged one into her soaking pussy.

Kat's hips bucked as he slid his finger in and out of her. Not deep, not fast, and not hard but with a steady, consistent motion that she could feel everywhere. She was moments away from moaning Mike's name when he pulled his mouth away from her with a loud, wet smack.

"Ahhunh," Kat's disappointment was as loud as her need. When Mike took his mouth away, it felt like a punishment. When he rolled her onto her back, she was briefly confused. Samantha's ceiling had little glow-in-the dark stars everywhere. She wondered how long those had been there.

"Here, let me help," Sam said. Mike grunted and Katherine could feel two hands grab her shorts by the waistband. Mike's knuckles pressed into her right hip. Sam's nails scraped her left. With one tug her shorts and underwear were pulled down to her knees. Another pull and they were tossed into a corner of the room.

Kat lifted herself onto her elbows and saw Mike and Sam looking at her. Mike stared holes through her with a hunger in his eyes that scared her a little. Sam's eyes were lit up like a kid at Christmas, unable to believe Santa brought what she asked for. Both Sam and Mike's gaze went from looking her in her eyes to looking between her legs.

Mike placed his hand on one knee and Sam placed hers on the other. Kat smiled at Mike and he smiled back before his head disappeared between her thighs. The sensation of his hot tongue probing and peeling back the folds of her pussy immediately followed.

Kat let out a bark of surprise that lowered into a purr of pleasure. Mike was aggressive and the sounds of his mouth on her filled the room. He lapped and sucked until she was dripping and her pussy was swollen open. Sam stared at Mike with lust so heavy Kat could feel the heat off of her.

Gripping the back of Mike's head, Kat looked Sam in the eyes for as long as she could. Samantha licked her lips as if her mouth was dry even though they had been shimmering ever since she stumbled, half-drunk, into her bedroom. Sam placed one hand gently on Mike's back and the other fingered the zipper on her own shorts. Kat hadn't seen her blink in minutes.

"Uuuuunh," Kat moaned as Mike placed his hands under her ass and lifted her by the hips. There were several pops and creaks as she arched her back, but after taking yoga twice a week and a spin class on Saturday for the past two years, she was able to hold herself up. Her knees shook and her ass dipped every time Mike ran his tongue in the hot, wet valley between Katherine's legs, but she held herself up.

She couldn't hold her voice in though. She groaned and grimaced and her knees buckled several times. She'd have fallen back onto the bed if not for Mike holding her up while he sucked the juices out of her and licked up any drops he missed. He was holding her up by now, and struggling with the effort. Every touch of his tongue against her quivering flesh sent spasms through her.

"You like that doncha," Sam whispered. Mike didn't respond, probably couldn't even hear they way Katherine's thighs were clamped down on his ears. Her nails scraped his scalp and it only seemed to push his face deeper into her. Mike blew hot, ragged breaths across her asshole between licks as he struggled for air. He never stopped, never even paused, but just kept licking and suckling her clit.

Kat finally collapsed into the bed and Mike pushed her legs into the air. One bare foot and one with the dingy grey socks she wore all over the house were all Kat could see as Mike spread her wider and pushed his tongue as far as he could inside her. The sensation of it squirming and flicking against her throbbing insides made her release a moan that was very close to a scream. When Mike placed his tongue a little lower and pushed it into her asshole, she screamed for real.

"Mike, whoa," Kat screamed.

"Damn Mike, she liked that," Sam said. She'd leaned in to whisper in Mike's ear but it was loud enough for anyone in the room to hear. Kat pressed a hand over her mouth but it was just for show. She bit down on two fingers while moaning constantly against her hand.

"Fuck," Kat said.

"I think she's coming," Sam said.

Kat clenched her asshole but her hips kept snapping toward Mike's tongue, pressing her pussy and her asshole against his relentless tongue. She squeezed her eyes shut so tight that when she opened them there were green and red splotches across her vision for a moment. Her chest heaved as each of her ragged breaths grew louder. Kat reached above her for the headboard before realizing she was laying across the bed sideways not lengthwise and grabbed double fistfulls of the sheets instead. One of her breasts rolled into her armpit right before she came.

It was slow, steady, and relentless, like being dragged by something that doesn't know you're there. She could feel it picking up power as it uncoiled itself from deep inside her. Her clit was throbbing so hard that each lick, each suck, and each gentle kiss hit with the force of a punch. When her orgasm crested, she had no breath left to scream. She choked and gurgled while staring wide-eyed at her daughter's pink ceiling covered in glow-in-the-dark stars.

"Hhhhhhhhuuuuungh," Kat groaned as it ended. Her toes curled into tight little fists and the details of her surroundings faded to grey as her eyes rolled almost all the way back. Her hips pumped empty air for several moments. Mike lifted his face from between her legs and smiled at the sight of Katherine in the throes of it, dry humping the air. Everything below his nose was shiny and wet.

Mike took his own t-shirt and wiped his face with it before taking it off and tossing it across the room. Kat giggled once she could control her breathing again. Sam sat uncomfortably on the bed, rocking back and forth. She was the only one in the room not smiling.

"That's payback for downstairs," Mike said.

"Payback for downstairs? Downstairs wasn't even her idea."

"Whose was it then," Mike snapped back with a chuckle. "I know you can't cook."

Mike didn't notice Samantha's eyes darken at this. Kat thought that he probably didn't even realize his comment hurt Sam. Kat knew Sam was sensitive about not being a homemaker, not being able to fill those traditional roles a woman was 'supposed' to fill. Mike probably took all of her snide comments and crude jokes about "old-fashioned women" at face value.

"C'mon Mike, be nice," Kat said.

Samantha whipped her head around to her mother with a look on her face that surpassed anger. She looked as if she'd been spit on. Downstairs, Sam had been in charge and now she knew that they knew that she wasn't in charge anymore. Worse, her mother wasn't afraid of her anymore. Kat was enjoying this. They were making fun of her.

"Nah," Mike said. "I don't think I will."

Mike's hand flashed out like a shot and grabbed Samantha by the ponytail. Her eyes widened in surprise and her back arched but she didn't pull away. Her nipples were hard enough to punch holes in the thin t-shirt she wore.

"You gonna teach her a lesson baby," Kat said in the cold, threatening tone Samantha tried to imitate. It worked. Samantha looked at Katherine with genuine fear as Mike slowly pulled her onto lengthwise onto the bed, careful not to hurt her but without any gentleness or concern that would reassure her.

"Nah, we're gonna teach her a lesson," Mike said. Katherine had pulled herself alongside Sam, her naked body pressed against her daughter's still mostly clothed one. As Mike began unbuttoning Sam's shorts, Katherine pulled her t-shirt over her head.

"Wait, I'm not..." Sam's words trailed off as Mike pressed his face between Samantha's thighs and started licking her. Sam couldn't control her voice the way Kat could. She moaned and struggled against Mike's tongue while Kat wrapped her arms around her and held her in place.

"That's my girl," Kat cooed in her ear. Samantha twisted and wiggled to keep from being held down and every effort released a loud moan or groan. Kat blew in her daughter's ear and she stopped struggling, just held her stomach while it quivered.

"Uuuuunh. Fuuuuck. I'm not ready!"

Katherine laughed and Mike kept his face between Sam's legs. There were red hand marks on her thighs where he gripped her and Sam had interlaced her toes behind his head. Mike was making loud slurping sounds and he even stopped to spit twice just to get a breath of air.

"Shiiiit Mike! Slow down!"

Katherine held Samantha tighter because Mike didn't slow down. He took loud wet breaths whenever he could and kept slurping and smacking against Samantha's pussy. The smell of her filled the room, sweaty and carnal, but somehow sweet. Katherine thought that her smell must have been just as strong, but she obviously couldn't smell herself.

"Uuuunhfff, you gotta...you gotta give me a Huuuuuuuh!"

Katherine couldn't see exactly what mike was doing, but she could see one of his hands disappear between Samantha's legs. She wondered where it ended up. The empty look in Samantha's eyes, which Kat could see, told her that wherever Mike's fingers went, they were in deep.

"It's too much," Sam croaked. "You gotta give me a minute. I can't...it's...too...much!"

Katherine held Sam's face in her hands and looked into her empty eyes while Sam looked through hers. Mike had hit something, touched something in Sam that had never been touched before. This whole time Katherine thought that Mike and Sam had already crossed several lines. Now she wondered if this was their first time.

Didn't look like Mike's first time with her, but it did look like Sam's first time with him. Katherine knew she would ask eventually but she didn't care in this moment. Sam's look of triumph, her mocking air of superiority was completely gone. Katherine wanted to sit in this moment for as long as it lasted.

It didn't look like it would be long, Sam was holding back her orgasm about as well as she held her wine. She trembled like a leaf and took wheezing, incomplete breaths like she was dying. She held on to her mother, gripping Kat's bare arms and shoulders as tightly as Mike held Sam's thighs. Katherine could feel the orgasm rumbling inside her daughter and held her gently as it grew stronger.

"She likes it Mike," Kat said.

"She gonna come," Mike asked between wet, noisy kisses. Kat smiled at him. He seemed to be genuinely asking and she was amused that he really couldn't tell. Sam was about to pop and he had no idea how to finish her off.