Like father, like son... (closed for MidnightBliss)

Regina looked up at Tom listening to every word he had to say, she knew what she wanted. She wanted HIM.. more then anything... more then she ever wanted Jake.. which now that she thought about it was bad. She moved in to him their bodies so close she could feel the heat from him. Her heart was racing, pounding in her chest so hard she could swear he was able to hear and feel it. She moved her hand up to his cheek, softly caressing his face with her fingers.

" Tom, I want you just as much. I know I shouldn't but I can't help myself, when I tried to sleep last night I thought about you. Wondering how it would feel to have your hands on me. When I was with your son last night, I found myself wishing it was you. I don't want you to back away. I want this...I NEED this...with YOU.....please. "

She looked into his eyes, her own pleading for everything he was willing to offer.. with a promise of an offer in return. She stood on her toes, pressing her lips gently to his. One whispered word between them.

"Please "

He didn't need to hear any more.

He pushed his mouth down to hers, kissing her hotly, almost savagely. Her mouth opened eagerly, and tongues darted and played, squirmed and lashed. The hand that wasn't holding her head came up under her shirt again, grasping her tit, this time on the other side. He felt something cold and metal under his fingers, and broke the kiss in surprise, glancing down; she had a bar through that nipple.

He looked in her face. "Will it hurt if I play with this one?" he asked, concerned. He'd never had a woman with piercings before, and didn't quite know what to do with it. He didn't want to hurt her, in any way.

Regina couldn't help but smile she was actually a little surprised he hadn't noticed the bar through her tongue when his swirled in her mouth. If that one was a shock to him just wait until he found the one at her navel and the one right above her clit. Oh this was definately going to be a fun little surprise for him.

"No, it doesn't hurt at all...actually it really turns me on when it's played with. So do the other ones. "

She flicked her tongue out over his lips, letting him feel the metal ball from that piercing. She knew if he let her she could drive him crazy with the one in her tongue and she was really hoping he was going to let her.

His alarm disappeared with the taste of her tongue, and his lust came rushing in again like a bursting dam. He mashed his lip on hers again, and the tongue dance re-commenced.

He had always been a "slow hand" when it came to sex; he loved the stroking, teasing, licking and sucking that led up to the main event. But what he felt now was too urgent for subtleties. He reached down with both hands, cupped her ass, and lifted. Frog-walking, his mouth still locked on hers, he turned and took the two steps to the kitchen table, where he sat her down.

With both hands he finished tearing open his pants and roughly shoved then and his underwear down his thighs, letting them puddle on the floor around his feet. He grabbed the t-shirt with both hands and lifted it up over her head and off, breaking the kiss to do so. Then he took his pulsing rod at the base and rubbed the swollen head up and down her nether lips, lubricating the tip with the juice leaking from that glorious cleft, and set it finally at the entrance to her secret depths.

He looked her in the eyes, grabbed her hair at the back of her head, and pushed...

Regina looked at him with her eyes wide as he grabbed her and walked to the table. When he placed her down and pushed his jeans off she smiled against his lips. She looked up at him as the kiss broke and he pulled her shirt up and off. Looking down she watched as he rubbed himself over swollen lips. Regina gasped softly as he grabbed the hair at the back of her neck and pushed his way into her tight velvety folds.

She wasn't expecting him to be quite as large as he was and could already feel herself simultaneously stretching to fit him while clenching to provide the friction both of them desperately needed. She wrapped her legs around his waist ogling him in tightly as she lifted her hips to let him go as deep as he could. The feeling of having him inside her was already incredible, she couldn't wait to see how much better it would get.

She placed her hands on his shoulders and pulled him closer, she flicked her tongue over his lips once more and whispered in a soft but very sexy voice.

"Fuck me Tom "

He'd felt lust before, but this was...different. Transformative. Almost spiritual. He didn't just want to fuck her, he wanted to consume her, meld with her, melt into her such that no one would be able to tell where one ended and the other began. The feeling of her tight young tunnel sheathing his rigid cock was indescribable.

He pushed her down flat on the table, leaning over her and gripping her shoulders for better leverage. He began slowly pushing in and out, gradually increasing the pace, pushing in as deep as he could with each inthrust. At all times he kept his eyes locked on hers--this wasn't just some impersonal, random act of release, it was her body he was joining with, it was her face he wanted to associate, permanently and forever, with the growing fire in his belly and loins, layer after layer building like a multi-colored tapestry of pleasure taking form...

Regina looked up at Tom as he moved slowly at first then quickened his thrusts. Her whole body was on fire from his touch it was like a volcano erupted inside of her and the molten lava was rushing over every inch of her. She couldn't explain the way she felt but right here at this very moment the only thing she wanted was Tom.

She felt more connected to him then she had ever felt to anyone else and it scared her a bit. How is it possible that she was feeling the way she was about this man.. Her boyfriend's father.. a Happily married man... How could she have let herself get like this with him? And the scariest thing about all of this was the more she felt him inside of her, his body pressed to hers, his hands moving over her skin the more she wanted this.. She wanted him..and then something hit her, like a wave crashing over her entire body, engulfing her completely..From one kiss, one touch, one betrayal...she was in love with her boyfriend's father.

As the thought made itself aware her body arched from the table and the most powerful orgasm of her entire life overtook her body, she trembled beneath Tom, her vision going white, a loud scream of pleasure that sounded like a garbled version of his name escaped her lips.

He was ready for her orgasm--after all, that's what he'd been working to create--but not the absolute intensity of it. Her body arched and trembled, her eyes rolled back in her head, the veins stood out on her neck as she screamed--screamed!--something that vaguely sounded like it might be his name.

He'd been watching her, waiting...early on in his sexual life he had discovered that, at least for him, watching a woman's orgasm was one of the sweetest sights vouchsafed to human eyes, and he wanted to watch her as she came, to see that moment of surrender when she let go and fell off the edge; it was such a rush, and such a feeling of power, to know that he had done this thing, given a woman so much pleasure. As a result, early on he'd cultivated mental tricks to sustain himself, increase his stamina by restraining his own arousal so that he could maintain himself through her first orgasm. At the moment, he was concentrating hard on fixing the lawn tractor, trying to hold a clear image of a carburetor in his mind to fend off the delicious sensations clamoring for his attention, emanating from his engorged penis.

But the scream punched through all of his defenses, rendering them useless. The carburetor evaporated, and all those wonderous feelings of the flesh came rushing through. There was no way he could stop them, so he didn't try--he let go, and let his orgasm wash over him.

He buried himself with one last thrust, then held his swollen cock deep inside her as the fire exploded in his belly and groin, shooting bolts of lightening down every nerve ending in his body, flashing them to ash in an instant and leaving nothing in their wake. His muscles locked, his body trembled in every part, and the world was reduced to one single point of white hot, roiling pleasure concentrated on where his balls were pumping jet after jet of hot, thick, sticky, viscous cum into her womb.

He closed his eyes, and behind them spots of light were bursting; he let out a "whumpf", and a long sustained groan. It went on and one...he'd cum hard in the past, but the memory of all of those climaxes was obliterated in the wall of fire that was this one. Gooseflesh sprang up along his arms, across his shoulders, as waves of intense heat and cold alternated across his skin.

Finally the crest was past, and he was left shaking. His arms could no longer sustain him, and he collapsed forward along her length, gulping in great, heaving lungfuls of air...there suddenly wasn't enough air...

He turned his head slightly to kiss her cheek where she lay, gasping herself. "Regina...I love you..." he whispered. He knew it was wrong, he knew it was probably the heat of the moment, but it was what he felt right then, right there, and so he said it.

Hearing Tom whisper into her ear Regina looked up at him with a smile. It was just what she needed to hear to clear her mind. She wiggled her body under his and pushed him gently off of her.

"No you don't, you love your wife, but this did feel really amazing. I wouldn't mind a few more times before the end of the weekend, that is if you wouldn't mind. And of course it goes without saying that it would stay between us."

She smiled more and slipped off the table, bending over to grab her shirt from the floor. She slipped it over her head and then grabbed her coffee from the counter and headed into the living room to sit down and finish it. As she walked by the door to the basement she smiled seeing his shoes and a disguarded window box on the step. She laughed a little, turned back to look at him, with an eyebrow raised and one hand on her hip.

" How long were you watching me? And shouldn't you be doing some work?"

She laughed softly, flipped her hair over her shoulder and walked away, her hips swaying from left to right. Her inner thighs were a little sore from the pounding she had just taken at Tom's hands and she could feel a little bit of his release slip down her thigh but she felt that if she didn't sit down right now she was going to fall over. What she wouldn't give for another couple of rounds like that.

Tom watched as she swayed her luscious ass through the door and into the next room. After a moment's thought, he stepped out of his jeans, leaving them on the kitchen floor, and followed her, now naked from the waist down. It had only been a few minutes, but already his cock was twitching...

He walked half-naked through the living room to where she sat curled up on the couch, watching him. He stood before her, unabashed, as his pecker began to rise once more. "

You're right," he said, simply. "I don't know what this is, but it isn't love. But it's real, and I feel it, and I want you. Still."

He held out his hand. "Come upstairs with me. They won't be home for a couple of hours, yet, and I want to explore every inch of that astonishing body. That is," he added with a lifted eyebrow, "unless you're too worn out..."

Regina took Tom's hand and got up from the couch. She pulled the back of her shirt down to cover her ass and then headed toward the stairs but stopped when she reached them. As much as she wanted to continue whatever this was she wasn't really sure she wanted to go to the room he shared with his wife. She bit the corner of her mouth and tilted her head slightly. Her eyes moved over his lower half and she smiled seeing that he was indeed ready for another go. She turned her back to the wall and leaned against it, admiring the view of him for a moment.

" It takes more then one round to wear me out, and I would love to let you explore every inch of me but I have one condition... Not in the bed you share with your wife. That wouldn't be right. Not that what we are doing is right anyway but still."

She headed up the stairs and stopped before the room that she was using, she wasn't to sure it was a good idea to do anything in there either but at least it wasn't his marital bed right? And she was pretty sure he hadn't had sex with his wife in their son's bed...but then you never know, she could be wrong about that. She opened the door and headed into the room, grabbing her books off the bed and moving them to the floor.

He shrugged and followed her up the stairs, eyes fixed on the liquid roll of her ass which was just at his eye level. Women had some strange notions. He--like most men over the age of 30--had given up years ago trying to understand where they were coming from most of the time; so long as it didn't compromise his own strongly-held beliefs, he simply acquiesced. A man could go mad, otherwise...

He followed her into Todd's room, where she moved some books off the bed. Stepping up behind her, he gave her a little shove. She fell face-first on the bed, startled, and started to rise when he put his hand firmly on her back and said, "No. Stay there. Right there." She subsided, and he sat on the edge of the bed next to her.

"When I said I want to explore every inch, I meant it," he said as he began running his hands lightly over her feet and ankles. "We have plenty of time, and I want to see what this new playground has to offer..." He gradually, slowly, began working his way up her calves, then down again to her feet, where he grazed lightly across the soles of her feet. "Are you ticklish?" he asked, conversationally.

She laughed a little as he placed his hand on her back and held her to the bed, this man was definitely used to getting his way that was for sure. She pulled her arms up and rested her head on them, closing her eyes as he moved his hands over her feet, ankles and up her calves, she smiled a little as he grazed the sole of her feet and let out a soft purr.

"No I am not ticklish whatsoever and feel free to look over every inch of me if that makes you happy"

She let out a little sigh and wiggled her body against the bed causing the shirt to crumple up underneath the front of her. She wondered if he wanted to look at her just to see what other interesting things she had on or in her skin that his wife didn't have. Well luckily for her the shirt covered the tattoo that was in the middle of her back so she didn't have to explain that right away and as far as the piercings well he would find them as he looked.

She lifted her hips slightly, pushing her curvaceous ass up in the air a bit as she grabbed a pillow and pushed it under her. She did that for a few reasons, the first being that she didn't like laying on her stomach all that much because her chest was so large the pressure it put on her was a bit much and the second being she wanted to open herself to him, and let him see all of her, just like he wanted. She looked over her shoulder at him, watching as he moved his hands over her skin.


He had the air of a child with a brand new toy and she found it slightly amusing. " Enjoying yourself Tom?"

Without looking up, Tom answered, "Very much so..."

He traced the lines of her calves, both inside and outside, spent some time brushing his fingertips across the smooth skin behind her knees, then worked his way slowly up the insides of her thighs, stopping short of her shaved sex. He transferred his attention to her outer thighs, up along the curve of her hip, dipping under the hem of the t-shirt to stroke softly across the small of her back tot he other side, and back down the outside there.

"I love the feel of a woman's skin under my hands," he said softly, "the texture of it, the warmth, the slight yielding as my fingers pass over it..."

When he'd reached the back of her knee on that side, he moved to hike the t-shirt up her body, revealing a tattoo in the small of her back. It didn't surprise him, greatly; what young woman these days wasn't inked in some form or other? "What's this?" he asked conversationally as he ran his hands smoothly over it, dropping down to caress the curves of her killer ass, outward to her hips, and back up again...

Regina sighed softly as Tom's hands moved over her skin, leaving a path of heat every place he touched. She leaned her head to the side turning her eyes towards him as much as she could without moving to get a better look at him.

His deep voice was soothing and sensual at the same time, mixed with the words he spoke, even though they weren't anything all that special, she felt a building desire to have him again. She smiled slightly as he hiked her shirt up over her back, revealing the bottom of the tribal tattoo that went from her lower back, up her sides and across her shoulder blades.

"Oh That? Its just a dragon that I designed in one of my art classes. I liked it so much that I wanted it on my body...What do you think?"

she pushed herself up on her elbows just a bit to arch her body as she looked over her shoulder at him. She was stunned at how sexy the man looked just sitting there the way he was. And she honestly found it flattering that he was taking the time to look over her body so thoroughly..

Hell the first time she was with Jake he basically pushed her against the wall and plowed into her without a second thought....Not that she minded that whatsoever either. But she wasn't about to tell this man about her kinks and fetishes anytime soon.

"It's...uh...nice," Tom said noncommittally. He'd never been a fan of big tattoos; he'd seen his share in the Navy, and they just didn't interest him. He didn't think they did anything to enhance a woman's appearance, and sometimes they actively detracted from it. There had been many a time while watching porn where he'd lost his arousal when the girl in the scene finally stripped and revealed a "sleeve", or a sprawling mural across her belly, or some such.

This one wasn't bad, as such things went, and it wasn't enough to change his mind about wanting her. But he didn't want to offend her by telling her that he wasn't impressed; she'd designed it, after all...Best to keep quiet, which was another lesson as a man dealing with women that he'd learned over the years.

He continued his calm, smooth stroking, up along her rib cage and flanks, across her shoulder blades, down her upper arms..."I love this complex curve..." he said, indicating where flank met hip, the hollow of the waist that swooped into the smooth, delicious curve of her ass cheek. He ran his fingers smoothly along it, up and back, for several minutes, then moved on.

He tugged at the shirt, now pushed up and bunched under her armpits. "Let's get rid of this, shall we?" he said.

Regina smiled as she listened to Tom.. she could tell by the tone of his voice that he wasn't impressed with her tattoo, but honestly it didn't matter to her, she knew her reason for designing and getting it so that was all that mattered and it didn't seem to deter him from wanting her which was good.

She let a soft purr escape her lips as his hands moved over the rest of her skin... her body arched slightly as he traced his fingers over her hip,waist and then the curve of her ass. She loved when a man caressed her body in such a way. As he moved the shirt up and suggested removing it she simply lifted her body with a smile. She grabbed the hem of the shirt and pulled it over her head then turned onto her side and looked at him.

"well would you like to continue your exploration by moving on ? I can flip over so you can see the rest... or do you just want me to lay back down? "

Tom just looked at her, drinking in her delectable curves. Silently he motioned with his hand that she should lay on her back; seizing the pillow that had been thrust under he hips, he moved it to the top for her head. When she was settled, he resumed his tactile exploration, this time beginning at her neck and shoulders. But first he leaned in and down to press his lips against hers, tenderly...

He ran his hands along her neck and outwards along the shoulders, smoothly, slowly, then back in across her collarbones. He traced little circles around her chest just above her cleavage, then glided down the delightful valley and under the swell of her breasts to the outside and back up. His fingers moved across the fronts, lingering to play with the nipples that hardened under his touch.

As he teased the one, he played gently with the nipple bar through the other, asking, "You're sure this doesn't hurt?" When she shook her head No, he started plucking at it, gently. It was strange to him, this metal object where he'd never encountered one before. Fascinating...

Regina couldn't get over how obsessed Tom seemed to be with the bar through her nipple. It was kind of cute actually that he kept asking her if it hurt. The only thing that it brought to her mind was wondering how he was going to react when he noticed the hoop that was through her clit. She was actually a little surprised by the fact that he hadn't said anything about it yet, but then it's very possible that he hadn't felt it because he was so consumed by needing to be inside her. Which of course was exactly how she felt at the time.

She let out a soft sigh as she watched him, every inch of her skin that he had touched was covered in goosebumps but felt as though she was on fire. This Man was amazing, his hands felt so strong against her soft skin and she was craving more of him. Her velvety folds were soaked with her need and as much as she enjoyed him taking his time she wasn't sure how much longer she could wait to have him inside her again.

Her body trembled slightly from the chill in the air and she lifted herself up just a little to look at him. A smile crossed her kiss swollen lips as she reached her hand forward and gently caressed his face.

"Am I up to your standards? " she purred with a slight joking tone, hoping to let him know she was ready for more.

Tom had been holding himself back, teasing himself. He loved the long, slow foreplay, the anticipation of what was to come...but he was leaking pre-cum; he could feel it trickle down the length of his shaft every now and then.

With a growl he fell on her full-length, mashing his moth to hers, tongue thrusting between her teeth to find an answering urgency. As they kissed and played tonsil-tag, he shoved both hand under her back and rolled with her, ending on his back with her straddling him.

Breaking the kiss, he said in a low tone, "The rest of the inspection can wait...but I grew up in the country, and we have an important criterion for judging the quality of our women: How well can you ride?" He bucked up with his hips a little to make sure she understood exactly what he meant.

Regina laughed a little as Tom rolled over with her. She smiled down at him as he spoke, her hand slipping between them and rubbing over his slippery shaft, she bit her bottom lip to muffle a soft moan at the feel of his pre-cum slick shaft. So, he wanted to know how well she could "ride" well she was more then happy to show him.

She lifted herself up slightly, her hand wrapped around his shaft as she held him pointing straight up. She smiled at him and the slowly lowered her moist velvety walls down his length. She gently squeezed her thighs at his sides causing her inner walls to tighten around him as she dropped slowly down, taking him balls deep inside of her. She gently grinded down against him a soft moan escaping her lips as the hoop in her clit rubbed against his pelvic bone. She winked at him and then started to move, slowly at first then building up speed, his shaft moving in and out of her on each downward movement to take him back in it was like her pussy was sucking him hungrily into her depths. Her ample breasts bouncing right above his face.

"Oh, you ride well for a city girl," Tom breathed, watching her face. She slid up and down on his pole like a velvet vice, gripping and yet slipping at the same time. He could feel the little metal hoop bump against his pubic bone every now and then, and noticed that it seemed to give her a little extra shiver when it did. I guess that's what it's for, he mused. It didn't matter at all to him at the moment, though--he was much too busy enjoying the mounting sensations of pleasure in his own throbbing cock.

He raised his head to capture the nipple of one of those heavy, swaying orbs above his face. By chance he got the one with the bar. As he sucked it between his lips, he found that he was able to hold it there by the metal and lick rapidly across the tip with his tongue. She gasped a little as he did it. And I guess that's what that's for, he thought. It made more sense to him, now...

He could feel his orgasm rising again, building and climbing like a furnace being stoked. But he didn't want to cum again--well, he did, he so very much did, but not just yet...

With a quick buck of his hips and turn of the shoulders he rolled her over again with himself on top. He popped out during the maneuver, which was just as well; he wouldn't have lasted much longer as they had been going. Moving quickly he gripped on leg and levered it over his head so they were both on the same side, then pushed to complete her turn onto her belly. Rising up on his knees, he positioned himself between her legs and gripped her hips, pulling them into the air so that her ass was perfectly placed.

Gripping himself at the base, he quickly found the spot and with a push levered himself deep inside her again. "We've seen how well you can ride, little girl, and it's pretty good. Now let's see how well you do being ridden... And he began to pump his hips, driving in deep and pulling out so that only the head was inserted.

Regina was panting softly as she rode Tom, each time her mound hit against his pelvic bone she shuddered slightly from the pressure against her piercing, she started to move her hips in slow circles each time she lowered back down onto him. She leaned her head back as he grabbed bar through her nipple and started flicking the tip of it with his tongue, a soft moan escaping her lips.

Suddenly she was flipped over with him, an audible pop sounding as he slipped from her tight folds, she gasped softly feeling a sudden loss and looked up at him before he was flipping her onto her stomach. She felt him grab her hip and pull her onto her knees, she wiggled her firm little ass for him and then moaned as he pushed his way back into her.

She felt herself tighten around his shaft, squeezing and milking him inside her as he pumped his hips. He was so deep inside her right now that she could swear she could feel him pushing against her stomach on each forward thrust. She moved her hips to meet his thrusts, her moans getting louder the harder he slammed into her.

She could feel the build up of her orgasm and her body started to quiver under his. As badly as she wanted to cum again she didn't want to let go of the pleasurable pain that was ripping through her. She wanted to hold back as long as possible and was starting to think she wouldn't be able to. She leaned her head forward and slammed her hips back again, making sure he was completely buried inside her as she screamed.

"Oh God..Tom...I'm so Close"

Tom was in a zone, and could go for a long time--as long as he didn't think about the fact that he was hard-fucking a gorgeous young woman. The sensations in his throbbing cock were building, but he could hold them off for a while...as long as he concentrated on fixing the carburetor on the tractor.

"Oh God..Tom...I'm so Close"

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"Cum for me, baby...cum for me. I want to see you cum," he growled, and hammered in even harder and deeper. He couldn't keep up this pace for long, but long enough to send her over the edge, so he judged.

And just as well; his own orgasm was building, building, like a symphony rising to a crescendo. "Cum for me, so I can cum..." he said, sweat starting to bead along his forehead and trickle down his cheeks.

Regina moaned as he started hammering into her harder and deeper, the way he was moving was slamming him so hard into her mound that the pressure from the piercing was about to make her scream.

She pushed herself back against him, her folds tightening around him and squeezing each time he tried to pull out she leaned her head against the bed to muffle her scream as her entire body started to shake violently with her orgasm.

" Oh my god..Oh my god...OH MY FUCKING GOD TOM!!!"