The Passionate Pleasures of Cathy

Cathy worried about her daughter Melanie who just was eighteen years old. It made Cathy think back of her own teenage years when she was as an ugly ducking growing up in Ohio. Only in her late teens she suddenly bloomed into a beautiful swan. Unfortunately being a blooming beauty, combined with her youthful inexperience, soon made her a single mother. Fortunately she received great support from her parents, Bob and Carol.

The young mother created quite a career for herself, working hard to become a model. When one of her friends tried to get accepted as a centerfold by using her photograph, it resulted in Cathy becoming a centerfold herself. She was so successful she was elected Centerfold of the Year. In the meantime the ravishing blonde made sure Melanie wouldn't fall in the same trap as herself. From the time she was a little girl, Cathy let Melanie have ballet lessons. The early start made it easy to continue the lessons during her teen years. Although Cathy tried to keep Melanie away from boys inevitably the effects of hormones took over. Two months after Melanie entered the cheerleader squad of one of the high school football teams she proudly presented her boyfriend, a local star, the quarterback of Ohio State University.

When Cathy saw Tony for the first time, it was likedéjà vu: his height (he was 6 feet 3) as well as his good looks. Complementing his naturally athletic build was a crown of collar-length blond hair and green eyes that held a mysterious quality guaranteed to mesmerize the most reluctant female. He had an attractive face with a square jaw line and an enigmatic smile that hinted he was much more mature than his age. Although not even thirty he seemed he knew just how to get what he wanted. Cathy remembered a similar man from her past. It was Mel all over again. How long had it taken him to kiss her? Ten minutes? Fifteen minutes? How long did it take him to fondle her breasts on their first date? One hour? Two hours? And how long did it take him to bed her? Cathy almost blushed. What an innocent girl she had been then, what an easy conquest... Three months later Mel had her pregnant. Another two months and he was gone, to the NFL, making money. She saw his pictures, surrounded by other girls, in Sports Illustrated, People and other magazines she read in the waiting rooms of her obstetrician.

Over the years Cathy had developed a great relationship with her daughter, even when she had her career as a Centerfold. They seemed more like two close friends than mother and daughter. However, Cathy's protective motherly instincts came to full alert when she now realized her young was in danger. Tony was much too old for her. He was a dangerous man. Cathy did a good job in hiding her worries and weaving a subtle network of activities. Melanie and her hunk never had the chance to be alone together for more than an hour. Ballet lessons, visiting grandma, shopping sprees with mom, regular studies, all these were keeping Melanie quite busy. Tony did seem to notice Cathy's obstructions and she caught him a couple of times checking her out.

It took one month before Tony called to invite Cathy to meet him in the city for lunch. When he rose from his chair to greet her, Cathy noticed again how handsome he looked; his athletic body, the angle of his jaw, those green eyes. He looked much older than his age of twenty-six. She guessed he would have a great dick and from experience she knew her guess used to be right. Quickly she suppressed her X-rated thoughts. After the usual small talk the conversation inevitably shifted to Melanie.

"You have a beautiful and sweet daughter, Mrs. Shaw."

Cathy decided to skip further small talk. "What do you want from her, Tony?" she said "Do you just want to have sex? That's it, isn't it?"

He looked startled, almost amused.

"Actually, Mrs. Shaw... It's not Melanie I want, ... I want you!"

Cathy looked him straight in the face. He smiled and looked at her with those green eyes of his. This was not the reaction she had prepared for.

"Look, Tony, I don't like what I hear. You can't be serious!"

"Sure I am, I was really impressed by you pictorial, in fact I still am. Do you know I voted for you to be the Centerfold of the Year?"

"This is ridiculous, why are you pursuing Melanie?"

"You look so alike, like mother, like daughter. You're almost like two sisters and I much prefer the older sister!"

"Look Tony. I am not going to date my daughter's boyfriend. Your infatuation with me will go nowhere, and you know it. This conversation is ended!" Resolutely Cathy left the restaurant. She had never heard anything more ridiculous and embarrassing in her life. The man even had the nerve to look at her legs when she walked away! She was glad she stopped this nonsense right from the start.

A week later a blushing Melanie confided to her mother that she had tender feelings for Tony. He was invited by the Seahawks to visit their facilities in Seattle and talk about a contract. He could take his wife or girlfriend with him. The information switched on all Cathy's alarms. She had enough control to show interest and offer the support to be expected from a good mother. Inside however, she was furious Tony didn't give up. She called him to have a second meeting.

"What is this Seattle thing supposed to mean?"

"If I can't date you, I can at least date her!

"This isn't a date, you just want to fuck her. Do you know she is a virgin?"

"I don't want to fuckher, I rather like to fuckyou... I am sorry, that sounds awful."

"Itisawful!"

"I mean, I am not eager to fuck young girls, I rather have an adult woman... it's considered perfectly all right now for a woman to take a much younger lover. Look, Mrs. Shaw, you are a wonderfully looking MILF, you cannot blame me to want you!

"What do you mean by MILF?"

"Didn't you see the movie American Pie?"

"No, I missed it, tell me about it."

"MILF is an abbreviation of 'Mother I'd Like to Fuck'

Cathy concluded the guy obviously had a problem. As a single woman she seldom found what she really needed. Many times she had seen male eyes travel slowly up from her slender ankles to the graceful curves of her calves, then up again to the smooth-skinned and long thighs, the prominent buttocks and trim waist. But then she had seen them turn away, concluding this centerfold beauty was beyond their league. Now she had to deal with this impertinent fool who kept staring at her with those damn eyes.

He has seen me nude already.Cathy almost panicked. The Centerfold of the Year pictorial had been quite daring and revealing. Some of those pictures even had shown her intimate slit. Tastefully of course, and details brushed away, but nevertheless... Unconcerned he was looking at her legs again. Cathy felt almost naked under his stare and she felt getting all hot when she followed his eyes to her crotch.

"Stop looking at my legs! If you bother us again, I will go straight to the police."

Even as she rose and left, Cathy knew her threat was mute. Melanie was over eighteen, legally adult and publicity would be the last thing she wanted. At breakfast the following morning an upbeat Melanie told her she Tony had asked her to accompany him to Seattle, the following weekend. It was all Cathy needed to hear. She dialed his cell.

"Where and when?" she asked when she heard his voice.

"The dining room of the MetroLux Hotel, 7 pm and Mrs. Shaw... could you wear the black lingerie you used in your pictorial, please..."

Cathy slammed the phone down.

The MetroLux was the best hotel in downtown, a carefully restored building dating from the end of the 19^th century. Tony had made a reservation for a private dining room.

"He is quite sophisticated for a young man." Cathy thought. However, she was pleased the chance one of Melanie's friends would see them together, would be minimal. She had chosen a simple black high collared evening dress. The last thing she wanted was to excite him.

"I forbid you to take Melanie with you to Seattle. I did some research and found out you will share bedrooms with the girls you take with you." Cathy blurted out the moment the waiter had served their drinks and taken their orders.

"You are unreasonable, Mrs. Shaw. Melanie is an adult, beautiful young woman. I am a man and I have my needs. We like to have some fun together. It is considered healthy to release sexual tensions, to enjoy each other! How hasyourlove life been lately?"

"Watch it, Tony! My love life is none of your business and you are talking about having fun withmydaughter! You are talking about bedding my little girl...! If you are feeling horny, don't use my daughter...!"

"But it'syouI want, you are looking amazing tonight. Ever since I saw your Centerfold of the Year pictorial, years ago, I dreamt about you. When I'm looking at Melanie, I am only seeing you. When I'm kissing her I feel like kissing you. I need to make love to her, unless you can suggest an alternative..."

Cathy swallowed before she expressed her indignation.

"You bastard!" She hissed.

Again the waiter interrupted them, this time bringing them their entrees. Only after he had taken their dessert orders, could Cathy continue to express her indignation.

"Read my lips: leave Melanie alone. If you feel horny, just find another woman...!"

"I don't want just another woman! I never would be able to make out with a stripper or a call girl. I only wantyou!"

"You're really crazy..."

Cathy realized she slipped into repetitions. The past week she was tormented by sleepless nights with wild wicked dreams. She started feeling less convincing. This guy was hopeless. Cathy had some stalkers in the past, but they always were kept quite a distance from her. This was close, much too close for comfort. To make things worse Tony seemed to sense her waning outrage. He remained remarkably quiet and even confidently took her hand between his.

"You are so beautiful and sexy, Mrs. Shaw... Come on, I'm not too bad looking, give me a chance."

Cathy felt a shiver creeping up her spine. This was getting dangerous. This guy really could soften a girl up. His hands seem to exude some electrical current. Melanie wouldn't stand any chance against him.

"You 're just a creep, looking at tits and ass in girlie magazines. You should be ashamed."

Cathy had the feeling she had regained control after her jiff of weakness.

"Mrs. Shaw, I didn't just look at your tits and ass, I mean yours are beautiful, but most of all I looked at your face. The first picture of your pictorial... your lips, they are beautiful!"

Cathy felt flattered, the first picture happened to be her favorite too. She also felt excitement creeping up. The guy was impossible, but he was undeniably cute in some way and he showed a combination of maturity, confidence and determination. Cathy found it more and more difficult to resist his charms. For a last time their conversation was interrupted by the waiter.

"Your check, sir... any time you're ready." He disappeared discretely.

When Tony reached over to take the check Cathy felt the back of his hand accidentally rubbing against her knee. It gave her the creeps. She was relieved they would leave. Suddenly Tony took her hands again. When he turned to her she saw his gaze moving to her lips.

"I love the little grooves in your lips... "

He hesitated, obviously wanting to ask her something.

"What do you want, tell me!"

He smiled and looked at her.

"Could you go down on me and suck my cock?"

Cathy lashed out wide to slap him right in the face, but he gripped her wrist in a flash. She was fuming in rage.

"You filthy bastard, what in the world made you think I would do anything like that?"

He firmly held her wrists.

"Please, please... come down, Mrs. Shaw. I had some drinks with Mel, last month, he told me about the days you had with him. He told me everything!

Cathy suddenly felt paralyzed.Tony knew...Memories of the past feverishly whirled through her mind. Mel was the man who discovered and unfolded her submissive nature. He had enjoyed and exploited her body time after time, always finding new ways to subdue her and humiliate her, to lure her into raw, nasty sex. Suddenly he was gone but even then she never really could hate him. She named their daughter after him, keeping a living memory of al those nights she sobbed and convulsed in peaks of ecstasy. Cathy never guessed he would kiss and tell. Now another man knew her secret. Those quarterbacks were like old ladies, blabbering around about their conquests when they were hanging out together.

Tony's eyes still were locked in hers. She noticed again they were green and they were hungry. Cathy felt her anger drain away. Gradually she felt excitement building in her. It started minutes ago, and now it was there, centered right in her groin. She thought of the way Mel had dominated her. Without a word she slipped down from her seat and dropped on all fours. Light filtered through the tablecloth so she effortlessly noticed how his erection pressed against the front of his trousers. She hesitated for a moment but then decidedly slid his zipper down until his trousers opened. She became aware of his fingers in her hair. When she leaned closer, she inhaled his scent. He smelled musky, sweaty and male. His cock was hot, alive and powerful touching her cheek for just a second. It felt like warm velvet over solid steel. Excitement rushed through her body when she felt his penis swelling in her hand. Then her head dropped forward when she took his plum into her mouth.

She ran her tongue around the bulb of his silky-smooth knob, down to the full length of his penis, savoring the masculine taste of him. With one hand under his scrotum, she slid her tongue back up and down his shaft before she wrapped her lips around his swollen tip. It was a long time ago she handled such a beautiful cock. Easing his balls out of his trousers she gazed at the hairy bags as his spheres rolled and heaved in her hands. She watched his balls move within the thin bag of his scrotum as he gasped in his male pleasure. She continued to slip him in and out of her mouth slowly, till her lips moved down, down to the vary base...

Tony was going to come in her mouth. She knew as he clutched her head.My daughter's friend is going to cum in my mouth.The utter decadence of the situation made her shiver. His sperm gushed in to her mouth, the salty liquid bathing her tongue, filling her cheeks as his cock rhythmically twitched. She wallowed hard, taking care the fluid wouldn't seep over her lips.

"That was wonderful!" he said when she resumed her seat next to him. "Let's proceed to the bedroom, I made a reservation for a nice suite."

"I will do no such a thing, enough is enough!"

"If you don't want to sleep with me I will get you a taxi right away but I prefer you would come with me upstairs. I am looking forward bringing a defiant women to submission!"

She noticed a distinct change in his demeanor, the success of his forward approach having unleashed his dominating side. His acquired knowledge how to handle her definitively gave him all the self-confidence he needed. All of a sudden Cathy was aware of tingling warmth in the pit of her stomach. She felt a deep visceral need, blatantly sexual, centered right in her groin. How she longed for the blistering orgasm she so long had dreamt about but had never achieved since Mel.

They rode the elevator in a hurry. As soon as the bedroom door was closed, Tony pulled her against him. She felt his huge cock through his trousers.

"Bend over!"

He lifted her skirt and ripped her thong straps apart, casually yanking the tiny gusset from her open lips. Cathy knew her sex would be open and dripping. Her bottom cheeks were shamelessly exposed.

"Your cunt is mine, Mrs. Shaw." His voice sounded assured and arrogant.

"Don't call me Mrs. Shaw."

"OK, then I call you Cathy, my slut! You will be a slut for me, won't you?"

"No, oh no..." She felt his finger exploring her intimidate folds, deliberately touching her clit slightly. Not too much, just enough to make her rut. Her back arched, allowing him even easier entrance.

"O, yes you will! I love those single mothers with their dripping cunts! They are the most desperate, begging and crawling to be fucked."

"No, no, nooo...."

"I bet you will! In a minute you will drop on your knees and start sucking my cock again. Don't worry, I will fuck your brains out till you can't have anymore and cry for mercy."

"Never, never!"

The moment she let the words escaped her mouth Cathy knew her defeat would be inevitable. The urge to submit and experience the humiliation of total surrender overpowered her, a craving for the bittersweet delight of ultimate defeat. His fingers relentlessly intensified her excitement. She dropped to her knees working feverishly on his trousers. Almost frantically she opened his belt and finally pulled down his pants. In the light of the bedroom for the first time she could admire his athletic body in its full glory. She looked in awe at what her hands held. The massive plum colored helmet and its shaft thrust up from a thick hatch of hair. Thick blue veins were coiling themselves around a majestic column of rock-hard flesh. Her fingers could hardly encircle it and the slit was already exuding pearls of pre-cum. It was far the biggest member she had ever encountered.

"Ohmigod!" she murmured. Excitement was churning her insides at the thought of this monster splitting her nether lips, spearing up in her cunt. Suddenly his hand clenched hard in the wealth of her blonde hair and her head was wrenched back so that she had to stare up into his eyes.

"Now you will beg for it, like a good slut... won't you?"

"Yes, fuck me... please, fuck me!" She whispered.

"Good girl!"

Cathy didn't make romantic love like a good Centerfold should; she just jumped into his arms. With him standing she started riding him like in her earlier, wild years. His hands delved deep in her cheeks while he mercilessly impaled her on his upright phallus. The way his member stretched her inside was beyond anything she had experienced before. It brought her to an earth shattering, blinding orgasm.

Having experienced an orgasm earlier that night, Tony didn't have his second orgasm yet. When she had finished writhing and moaning he lifted her off and unceremoniously threw her hard down on the bed, on her back. She felt the weight of his muscular body pinning her down. In two movements he hooked her knees in front of his shoulders, spreading her wide open, her sex, oozing the juice of her heat. His weight crushed her, his hot rod pistoning in and out her contracting channel. Inch by inch, with each thrust, she was stretched further. She groaned at the remorseless way he treated her, pinning her knees down to the mattress with her face in between, her hips bucking up at him urgently, greedy for another blistering orgasm she had missed for so many years.

When he finally started those long, intense, pelvis-slapping thrusts, she clenched every internal muscle around his flesh, determined to milk every drop from his dancing balls. As the world exploded in her head she heard herself screaming in ecstasy. He rewarded her with hot jets of sperm overfilling her cunt. When they savored the aftermath of their pleasure, she felt the wealth of his emission slowly trickling along her thighs. Cathy's hand moved down across his muscular chest to his flat stomach and found his pubic hair and the cylinder of his semi-erect penis. It was neatly decorated by grayish layers of slime. She cupped the glorious balls and juggled them gently, the stroked the penis itself. It hardened under her touch, growing under her greedy eyes.