Proxy Tales #02

"Okaaay, I wasn't, but that's fine. I read an article once that said nearly everyone dreams, some people just can't remember them all that well."

If only, she mused.

The dreams, and the masturbation, continued. It didn't help that she was hornier than she ever remembered. She developed a routine. 9:30 nursing, masturbation (pleasuring herself right after nursing helped control the leak factor), 4:30 nursing, masturbation.

The only 'wet' session was always bedtime -- she would put the baby down at 8:00 and then stay up talking to Charles.

By the time she went to bed at 10:00 or so, her boobs would be full enough to go all faucet on her when she came. She just learned to have a towel always at th ready.

The dreams would not stop. Adam was the object of her fantasies for masturbation. She even concentrated on him before falling asleep -- but her subconscious seemed to have a lock on her handsome father-in-law.

For two full weeks, she endeavored to shrug it off as some Freudian impulse she should ignore, but then 'it' happened.

It was a lazy Sunday afternoon and Ian had gone down for a nap. Charles encouraged her to take one herself, and she retreated to the bedroom. Try as she might, all she could do was lay there in her post-orgasmic state and just listened to the noises of the house.

One noise seemed out of place. It was a rasping of some kind, a rhythmic...something.

She rose and opened her door quietly. Ian's room was quiet, so she padded noiselessly down the hall toward the guest room, which seemed to be the source of the noise.

Getting closer, it wasn't so much a rasp as a slap or squish of some sorts. Charles' door was open just a crack, and she was stunned at the sight within.

Charles was only in his boxers, which were pushed down to his knees. His hand was lubed up and he was stroking himself in long, erotic motions.

Now she knew one thing, his cock wasn't as large as the one her dream-imagination had constructed, but it sure as hell wasn't small either. It was the perfect length for stroking. Aesthetically pleasing is a good description of the way he worked his hand up and down his lovely length.

She glanced to his face to make sure he wouldn't notice her and was glad to see he was looking away from the door. She stood there mesmerized by the gorgeous site of the first cock she'd seen in a third of a year. It was indeed, gorgeous. She found her mouth watering at the prospect of... stop it Violet, she told herself.

His pace increased and based on his breathing she could tell he was getting close. Continuing to stroke with his left hand, he reached over to grab the object he'd been looking at -- she took in an involuntary breath, her hand flying to her mouth.

It was her. Charles was staring at one of the favorite pictures she'd ever taken. It was from a trip to Dominica. She had been walking on the beach in a sun dress (with ample cleavage) and a photographer had captured the perfect shot, the setting sun behind her, her hair blowing in the wind.

A million emotions surged through her mind.

Was she embarrassed? Maybe a little.

Disgusted? Surprisingly, no. Given her dreams recently, that would certainly be the pot calling the kettle black.

Aroused? She contemplated that. Yes, she was aroused. Father-in-law or not, a handsome man was pleasuring himself to images of her.

She watched the first burst of cum fly out of his cock and land on the salt-and-pepper hair of his chest. Fearing he might turn and see her any minute, she stepped away from the door and returned as silently as possible to her room.

Interestingly, her dreams changed. Adam re-entered her subconscious life and any sexual dreams were mostly with him.

Her masturbation sessions, however, were quite the opposite. She would try to envision her husband as she rolled her fingers around on her clit.

When she got more excited, she would fuck herself with two, or even three fingers. With all of her might, she would try to imagine those fingers were her husband's cock splitting her open. Yet, no matter how hard she tried, the images of Charles' stroke session with him staring right at her picture kept occupying her mind.

She found herself listening closely at night. Though he didn't leave his door open again, she heard the slippery sounds of hand-on-cock on a nightly basis.

I bet the guys who make the little blue pills don't want to hear about this guy, she thought to herself.

That Friday, Charles sprang for a lovely meal from a nice Italian place in town. It came in those fancy foil containers with cardboard lids -- the Cadillac of take-out containers. She'd picked out a lovely Cabernet Sauvignon at the market and they sat down to Tony Bennet.

"You can't go wrong with Tony," she said.

"I have to agree with you there."

The wine went down easy. They chatted about this and that, and then she set about breaking the ice; ice he didn't even know needed broken.

"Let's play a game," she said. "I call it answer and question."

"I don't think I know that one," said Charles, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, it's sort of like truth or dare -- but just the truth part. The difference is -- the person asking has to answer the same question first. For example, "When is the last time you had a banana. Me: Yesterday morning. You?"

"Oh, I get it," said Charles. "Umm, last weekend."

"Good," said Violet.

She started it out slow. Favorite movies, restaurants. Earliest childhood memories, etc.

"Now let's switch the tone a bit," she said, gulping at what she the road she was heading down. "First real sexual experience, with who, where, and how old? Me: Dan Stephens. Senior Prom. In a motorhome his parents had parked at the back of their house. Now you."

"Okay," said Charles, taking a huge swig of wine. "Eighteen. A perfect stranger, a Greyhound Bus."

"Ooh. Details please."

"Alright," said Charles, trying to sound casual. "We met, started making out, and she suggested it. It was dark. She pulled down my pants, then hers, and she sat down on my lap, facing the front of the bus."

"Oh my god!" squealed Violet. "Did you cum like, in seconds? I mean, first time and all."

"Actually, I lasted longer than you would have thought -- the first time."

"You did it twice?!"

"It was a long bus trip."

"You dog!"

"Yeah, well, Okay, you opened this door," Charles was warming to this. "Umm, first time you masturbated?"

They compared stories. It was back to Violet's turn.

"Last time you made love? Me: Four months into my pregnancy. Adam and I were making love and I started spotting a bit. The doctor told me, no more."

Charles was hesitant, but still game.

"It was...three years ago. This beautiful sales rep took us out for drinks. God knows why, but she took a liking to me and eventually we wound up back at my place. I uh, I can't think of another question.

"Okay, I'll go again," said Violet. "You asked about the first time -- when was the last time you masturbated? Me? This morning at around 9:45. You?"

"Well I uh... I couldn't really say," stammered Charles.

"Was it last Sunday when you thought I was taking a nap?"

"No I... how did you know," said Charles, looking down shamefaced.

"Because I saw you. Your door was open a tiny bit." She lowered her voice. "I saw you doing it...and looking at the picture of me."

Charles was so embarrassed he could only stand up and turn away. He walked to the glass door and looked out into the night, she could still make out his clouded face in the reflection.

"Violet, I'm sorry," he said. "I love Adam, and I love you. I love you both immensely. I'd never do anything to... I don't think of you in that way -- not exactly. I don't know how to describe it, but you're just amazingly beautiful and. Shit, I'll move out tomorrow."

She had crossed to him by now and touched his arm.

"Charles," she said, "I'm not angry. I'm not threatened. I guess you'd say I'm honored. There are a million naked girls on the internet and you chose a picture of me to fantasize about. Please don't think...Damn, I shouldn't have brought this up."

"No, but you did," Charles said softly. "I need to... I need to think about this --if it's okay that I'm here. Goodnight, Vi."

With that, he retreated to the guest room.

Violet cleaned up the few dishes and as she did she put herself through a silent cross-examination.

Violet, why did you ask him those things? she said to herself.

Well, said her other self, because I thought we should talk about it, that's all.

Why the hell did you need to talk about it? What's your angle?

She paused; took a deep breath; then spoke in her mind again.

You know damned well what your angle is.

A half an hour later, Charles lay in bed staring up at the ceiling -- his stomach still churning uncomfortably from Violet's revelation.

He heard a tap at the door and tried to ignore it.

Another knock.

"Charles, please open up," said Violet through the door.

He waited for a good ten seconds and then opened the door just as she was preparing to knock a final time.

She looked radiant, like an angel.

Her hair was done up perfectly, she had on makeup that was almost slutty, but not quite. She was wearing a red, sexy teddy. Obviously, she'd bought it pre-maternity, because her 'milk factories' were straining at the silky fabric.

"Vi, I..."

He didn't have the chance to finish whatever it was he was going to say. She moved into him and wrapped her hands around his neck. Instinctively, he leaned down to meet the parted lips she offered. Her body melted into his and any objections he might have tried to muster were soon overruled by the response of his body to her amazingly firm (and literally 'full') breasts and the rest of her body sliding against him.

She bent over and pulled down his boxers - let him step out of them - then lifted his shirt over his head.

"Come on," she said, pushing him to the bed.

He lay down on his back and she straddled him, grabbing his firm and ready tool and sliding it inside of her with no hesitation.

"There we go," she said with a grateful sigh.

She leaned over then, resting her ever-productive breasts on his chest, and kissed him tenderly.

"Now listen, Charles. I've thought about this a lot. More than you could know. You, have done more than you could ever imagine for me -- and I know you're going to keep doing it for the next few months. My life is literally changed because of you.

I should give you something in return. I have it on good authority that what I'm doing for you right now is about the most a woman could do for a man, am I right?"

He nodded.

"We are both incredibly horny people. I have that on good authority. Let's leave the family relationships out of the equation. I can think of far worse things than a caring man filling in for an absent lover. So, what's your answer to my statements?"

In response, he moved his cock quickly the remainder of the way inside her.

"Ooh, I like that answer."

With that simple, frank proposal, they were suddenly lovers. They began moving with a slow and inquisitive motion.

There had been no courting, no dating, and their bodies were new to each other. Charles moved with gentle, deliberate strokes and Violet's hips replied back with their own responses. She rubbed her hands over his chest and arms, her body trying to read him in the way a blind woman reads brail. His hands too, were caressing the hips, the back, the shoulders and learning the book of Violet.

Her stop was soon down, and she thrilled at the approving smile as he saw her breasts for the first time in this context. He lifted his lips to kiss her nipple right nipple and...

"Woah,' he said, laughing and sputtering.

"Oops," she said, giggling. "I guess you weren't expecting that. I wasn't either -- not that much. You okay?"

"Yeah," he said. "That was amazing. It's sweet."

"What, you've never tasted breast milk before?"

"Well, not that I can remember."

"How funny," said Violet. "You can try it again if you like."

"Are you sure?"

"Come here."

She pulled his face back to her breast and felt the lovely tingle as the milk flowed out. She gasped - she'd never felt a single sexual feeling when nursing the baby, but making love, it was like a different switch was turned in her head. It was surreally erotic, his cock thrusting away within her hungry pussy, his mouth sucking milk out of her.

"Oh wow, do I like that," she gasped. "Do you?"

"Oh god yes," said Charles. "This is going to sound weird but -- oh, never mind."

"No, tell me."

"Well, have you ever swallowed?"

"Charles, is the pope catholic?"

"It seems to me this is the closest a man could ever come to knowing that feeling with a woman. To taste liquid shooting out of her, you know?"

"I guess that makes sense. Proceed."

They tried that a little while longer and then switched positions, Violet lying on her back.

She moaned at the feel of him sliding into her, at the comforting sensation of a man's weight upon her. He continued moving with a similar, patient motion that spoke of his skill as a lover, but also of his hesitance with a new partner.

"Charles," she said, after kissing him softly.

"Yes, Vi?"

"There's no need to go slow. I really, really... really need a good fuck right now."

"Your wish is my command."

He picked up the pace immediately, pumping into her with a fierce energy. It had exactly the result she'd hoped for.

Her pussy was different. Yes, his cock was different too, but the loving trauma of childbirth had changed things. She actually wasn't 'loose' as all the stories went. She was tighter, if anything, but she was more sensitive in many ways. She certainly was now as Charles worked his full length in and out of her. He took it even further, pulling all the way out before shoving his way back in -- her labia seemed to pulsate more with each of those thrusts and then it started.

"Oh Jesus Christ, Charles!" she screamed. "Oh god, oh god, oh god -- keep going! I... I..." she could no longer speak as the hugest climax of her life radiated through her body. She could barely breathe and as he kept up the onslaught. The same orgasmic letdown happened and his chest started sliding across hers with more ease, her sweet milk lubricating their two bodies.

"Cum for me now," she begged him.

He started pounding harder again and was quite near his own climax when she suddenly stopped him.

"Charles, wait!"

"Why?" he said, through gritted teeth.

"Protection," she said.

"Oh," he chuckled.

"What's so funny?"

"Snipped," he explained. "Over ten years ago."

"Now that is a beautiful thing," she said, grabbing his ass and pulling him into her again. "Please fill me up, if you would."

"I'd be happy to."

She nearly came again with him, but focused instead on his wonderful climax. She loved the feeling of holding him as he poured his hot cum into her, gasping at the wonderful pleasure of his first woman in years.

"That was good," she said, kissing him tenderly as they lay in each other's arms.

"It was," he murmured, kissing her back. "No regrets?"

She considered his question carefully.

"No," she said, snuggling into his arm. "You are filling in for Adam around here; I think it is only proper that you do so in all aspects."

They considered going for round two, but their lovemaking had been so intense they were thoroughly exhausted. Sleeping in the arms of someone else had its own rewards.

Violet woke with her usual Saturday morning engorged pang, and woke with a start, disoriented for a moment.

She glided past her bedroom and grabbed a robe from the door -- throwing it around her shoulders but not bothering to tie the belt.

Charles was sitting in the rocking chair with Ian in his arms. He held a finger to his lips and rocked the drowsy Ian back to sleep tenderly. She poured herself a coffee and drank it silently, watching her handsome new lover rock her son to sleep. Pretty soon, Ian's hand flopped loosely down from where it had been holding Charles' finger, the sure sign he was down for the count.

While Charles delivered Ian to the nursery, she started to assemble the breast pump -- then she hesitated, a wry grin on her face. Stopping what she was doing, she waited patiently for Charles to return. She was happy to see he was also wearing a robe -- with nothing below.

"Sit," she said, pointing to a kitchen chair.

"Yes, ma'am," he said. "You're quite the authoritative one, aren't you?"

"Oh yes," she said.

She crossed to him and knelt in front of him. Throwing open his robe, she got the added thrill of seeing his semi-hard member come to full stiffness in the matter of seconds.

"Time to get a better acquainted with my new friend," she said, eyeing his long shaft hungrily.

"I think you know him pretty well already," said Charles.

"Oh, not nearly enough. We have so many adventures in store, he and I."

She started kissing his cock. Starting at the tip and working her way down it with soft kisses. She couldn't resist for long, though. It had been so long since she'd had the lovely feel and taste of a cock in her mouth. With a flick of her tongue and a part of her lips, she sucked him into her mouth --moaning from the joy of tasting a man again.

She worked him up and down for several minutes and could tell from the sound of his moans and shallow breathing that she hadn't lost her touch. Her nearly-overflowing tits were still crying out for relief though, so she had to pull hr mouth off sooner than she would have liked.

"Ready for a surprise?"

A mischievous grin was lighting up Violet's face. She couldn't wait to see how this next thing worked out.

"Okay?" said Charles, a bit curious at what she had planned.

She lifted her left breast in her hands. Massaging the top with one hand, she squeezed around the nipple and felt the wonderful release of pressure as jets of milk sprayed across Charles' cock.

"Oh my god," groaned Charles. "Oh my god, that feels so good, Vi!"

"I thought you might like that,' she said. She took her right breast now and sprayed and even larger gusher onto his waiting cock and watched him writhe in pleasure some more.

Once the worst of the pressure was relieved, she wrapped her bursting breasts around his shaft and started working him up and down between them. The watery slickness provided by her milk created a sensation unlike any either of them had experienced. She worked him up and down, in and out of her tits in lengthy erotic strokes. He was more than long enough for his cock to pop out above her tits and into her mouth before disappearing back into the wet cradle they created.

"Now this is what I call tit-fucking," she gasped, enjoying the wonderful experience almost as much as Charles was. Her sensitive nipples brushing against his pelvis, the wet lubrication of his cock sliding in and out -- it was something she knew she wanted to repeat many times in the future.

Charles was near cumming several times, but she slowed things down whenever she sensed him on the verge. Finally, she reluctantly said goodbye to this new way of playing. She climbed up to straddle him, resting her feet onto wooden sides of the chair and lowering herself down onto his glistening cock. She moaned with delight as he bottomed out, his wide tip stretching out her hungry interior.

"God I've missed that so much," she whispered into his ear.

"Not as much as I have," he murmured back.

The time for talk was over. Utilizing the leverage her perch on the chair afforded her, she began moving up and down his wonderful tool with greater and greater speed. She started bouncing up and down on his cock with wild abandon. She used gravity to her advantage, sliding up slowly and then letting her whole body fall with a crash and plunging him further inside of her than she imagined possible. His hands around her waist, her neck, cradling her face as he kissed her -- she surrendered to the untempered passion that had been building up inside of her for so many months. For him, it was even longer; years' worth of lust was simmering inside of his body and this young beauty was stirring hidden emotions and longings that were waking with a startling voracity.