Mothers and Daughters Pt. 08

Nate repositioned his knees between her legs for the long haul, and now brought his tongue into full contact with her pussy lips, and began massaging gently. As he increased the pressure that found its way to her pistol below, Martha put her hands on the back of Nate's head and she became aware of her own breathing as her chest rose and fell with the pleasure she felt under Nate's tongue.

Nate speared his tongue through her parting lips, just for an instant, touching her bare clit, and Martha involuntarily grunted out loud at the welcome intrusion, and when he resumed his massage over the general area. She gripped his hair between her fingers as Nate began earnestly massaging over her clit, back and forth. Just now Martha realized she had been rocking her hips for some time, and Nate turned up the pressure on the area over her clit, and waves of excitement mounted inside her chest.

"Oh yes!" Martha heard herself say, and Nate sped up his lingual massage, which in turn caused Martha's self-rocking hips to increase their tempo. Nate brought his hands beneath her ass, and he both squeezed her cheeks and lifted her ass harder against his mouth, and the double-barreled sensation pushed Martha toward her breaking point. "Oh please!" she cried as she felt every muscle in her body tighten, like a thousand springs tightening their coils.

With his right middle finger, Nate found her rosebud, and wiggled it in as he continued massaging her clitoris, and the new sensation overloaded Martha's sympathetic nervous system, and a massive wave of orgasmic fury gripped her entire body. Her back arched high, lifting Nate's head well off the bed, but he stayed with her, and continued to massage her clit when she felt the second wave strike, and Martha heard a high shriek that she realized must be her own. Nate continued his cunnilingus duties, provoking a third orgasmic wave to consume Martha's body, and her fists hardened into balls of rock.

At last Martha's three-stage climax came to a blissful end, and she lowered her hips back onto the bed and relaxed her hands. Nate reached to pull her dress over her head, and Martha cooperated by leaning forward. He dropped the special garment carefully to the floor.

Martha's glorious excitement was not lost on Nate, and he moved up between her legs, and pointed his pussy-seeking missile homeward. Martha groaned with delightful anticipation when she felt the tip of is cock against the outer folds of her pussy, and she braced for him to fuck her savagely like a beast, but instead Nate pushed in only a fraction of an inch, and then pulled out, and again in a little further, and then out, and continued this slow, progressive penetration for a full minute before he finally found his cock fully buried inside her.

Nate went slowly, deliberately, making tender love to her. Martha rocked her pelvis in rhythm to his affectionate thrusting, and they moved together, like ballet dancers an intimate duet. Already primed by his orgasmic tongue lashing, Martha felt her loins start to stir again at the combination of his seven inch cock gently thrusting inside her at an agonizingly slow pace, and his hard pubic bone was rubbing against her pussy. If she was able to tilt her pelvis just so ... and it began again – she felt the orgasmic energies build inside her again while Nate slow-fucked her.

Nate gradually increased his tempo, still taking long strokes in and out of her deep pussy, and still rubbing his hard pubic bone over her clit, and Martha felt the tingling mount. Nate quickened his pace to a normal fuck now, and the added energy against her clit was all Martha needed, and in just thirty more seconds she unleashed her second orgasm of the evening with him deep inside her. She wrapped her arms around his hips and raked her nails hard down his back as Martha cried out with euphoric rapture for the second time that night.

With two of her orgasms notched in his belt, it was no more mister nice guy for Nate. He pulled Martha's arms off him, and pinned her wrists to the mattress beside her own head, and started slamming his hardened ram rod up Martha's fuck hole with devilish force. He pumped so hard into her pelvis that Martha bellowed out a grunt on each thrust as her own chest partially collapsed under the force of his pounding. Her tits gyrated furiously under the impact of his carnal pounding, and they slammed up and down and side-to-side, slapping each other in the middle of her chest on each cycle with a silly clapping sound. With her hands pinned beside her, Martha was helpless to stop her beauties from bouncing around so wildly, and Nate stared at them unabashedly, letting the vivid image of her gyrating breasts peak his erotic excitement.

"Oh ... fuck ... yes!" Martha barked out individual syllables between her chest compressions. Nate pounded her pussy with like a crazed daemon, causing his own orgasmic arousal level to mount exponentially. His balls, having patiently waited while he chivalrously ministered two orgasms to his sex partner, were now building toward their own galactic eruption.

Nate sensed is detonation impending, and he drove faster, harder into Martha, and her compression grunts transmuted into little shrieks, and the sound of her carnal screams mixed in with his other erotic senses, and deepened Nate's orgasmic fury. He slammed viciously into her hips, holding his cock as deep inside her pussy as it could go, and Nate pulled his head back and unleashed a low, guttural groan to the unseen moon as wave after wave of jism rocketed out his pulsating missile launcher and slammed into Martha's back wall. Martha groaned with sympathetic ecstasy as she felt Nate's warm cum fill her vagina.

When at last his orgasmic convulsions abated, Nate rested on top of Martha, taking most of his weight on his elbows and knees to avoid crushing her. He left his spent cock deep inside her, and he planted gentle kisses on Martha's forehead. When he finally felt his cock lose its girth, he pulled out of Martha, and lay beside her, and they kissed for a long time.

"That was simply the most amazing sex I have ever had," Martha whispered, and touched his face. "Not like I compare," she lied, "but nothing in my life has ever come close."

"Even the conversation we won't talk about?" Nate smiled.

"Oh," she looked away, "that was amazing for someone else," and she looked back kissed him on the nose.

"Every time with you is amazing," Nate smiled and kissed her nose in return.

Martha wanted to ask Nate what he was doing – was this some manipulative head game? – was he really that into her? – was he just using her? – was this the calm before the storm? – all of the above? But she stayed quiet, not wanting to ruin this precious moment, as artificial as it might be.

Nate reached for his cognac glass, and handed Martha her wine glass. She said she felt cold. They got under the duvet while they sipped their nightcaps.

"So what happens tomorrow," Martha asked after the appropriate amount of sexual-to-practical transition time.

"We'll go to the gym first thing in the morning," Nate replied, and Martha nodded an 'oh yeah' look, having forgotten about that. "Then we'll come back here. I will drive to the detention center, go to the bank, get the bank draft, and meet Brandt and Briana at the center." He paused, taking a sip of cognac. "Then I will bring Briana home."

"I like the sound of that," Martha said softly, "bring Briana home."

"Martha," Nate looked at her warmly, "there is a condition to Briana's release I didn't know about until I read Brandt's email today." Martha waited in silence. "She will be released with an electronic ankle monitoring bracelet. She is not allowed to wander more than 100 meters from this apartment."

Martha nodded pensively. "Makes sense, I guess," she finally said, "knowing what Pavallina did." Nate didn't bother correcting Martha's pronunciation of Pavlina's name.

"I know you had plans to go the zoo and the gardens," Nate explained.

"Oh," I'm still doing that, Martha nodded assuredly. "I've been thinking about what you said, about changing the rules, about Briana poking me in the chest all these years." She took a sip of wine. "I am here for Briana, yes, but I am also going to live my life. When will I get another chance to do these things? I'm not giving that up just for her," Martha declared.

"Well," Nate warned, "there could be a problem with that." She didn't say anything, so he continued. "If Briana wanders off, her electronic bracelet will trigger an alarm, and she will violate the terms of her bond. She will go back to jail, and I will lose my 20,000 euros."

"Okay ..." Martha said cautiously, understanding Nate's words, but not seeing his point.

"Briana cannot be trusted to be left home alone, and she can't leave the apartment," Nate connected the dots.

"Of course," Martha shook her head with disappointment, annoyed at herself for not figuring it out sooner. "And I'm responsible for Briana."

"I'm afraid so," Nate nodded. "I can't stay home all this time – I have to go to work. Someone has to pay for all this," he drove the message home.

"So, no zoo, no gardens, no fun. Just non-stop Briana," Martha concluded ruefully. Nate nodded. "You sure know how to take the fun out of a perfect evening," she scowled, only half kidding.

"I'm sorry about that," Nate offered. "I really wanted this to be a special night for you."

Martha studied his face for a long time. "You're a warped motherfucker," she smiled.

"So I've heard," he kissed her, and she kissed him back.

"But sometimes your heart is in the right place," she offered with a half grin.