"Eenie, Meenie, Miney, Milf" (closed)

[CarlyConners]

"Eenie, Meenie, Miney, Milf"​

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The photographer was buzzing around the studio as if he had a caffeine IV needle deep in the veins of both arms. He barked out instructions for the three women -- Vanessa, Carolina, and Emma -- until he had them perfectly arranged for their annual family portrait:

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A fan blew light off to one side, causing the long hair of the mother and her two daughters to waft magically about them.

"It hurts my eyes," the younger daughter complained softly as the camera clicked, the lights flashed, and the fan spun. "Are we almost done?"

"Suck it up, whiner," Emma's older sister whispered. Vanessa loved being in front of the camera, so much so that she'd quit college to pursue her mother's former career as a model. "Just because the camera doesn't love you the way it does me."

"Be nice," their mother chastised. "We're almost done."

Carolina, who more often than not went by her childhood nickname of Carly, had spent more than her share of time in front of the camera. And the camera had loved her as it did her older daughter. Carly's professional modeling career had begun at age 4, dancing about before the photographer in the upcoming school year's new fashions for pre-schoolers. She'd moved on to television commercials, done a stint as a co-star on a failed sitcom, then -- when her body filled out wonderfully -- returned to modeling, this time with far more skin showing.

Carly had very much enjoyed her modeling days, but she'd gladly given it up to marry and begin a family with her now-deceased husband, Richard. She'd made a lot of money modeling, and Rick had invested it wisely. The result was that after his death in a car crash a decade ago, Carly had been able to raise her two girls on her own in financial comfort.

She hadn't been happy about her now-21 year old daughter bailing on her education, of course, despite it being to follow in the family business. But Vanessa had easily found success in the industry: she'd already signed a contract with a local agent and was doing magazine spreads for clothing, swim wear, jewelry, and more.

As she watched the photographer work and continued to shush the women on either side of her, Carly thought a little more on Emma's direction. The younger of her two daughters was sharp as a tack, a great student and ambitious person in general. She was destined for much more than twisting and turning before the camera with a perma-smile plastered to her face. Emma had the potential to go on to become anything she wanted: doctor, lawyer, corporate raider ... President of the United States of America.

At least, she had had the potential. Until Erik Price.

Carly wasn't too tickled with her younger daughter's latest boyfriend. Latest. That wasn't exactly correct. First was more accurate. Oh sure, the 18 year old had had crushes in middle school and early high school; and she'd gone to the mall or ice skating or movies or the lake with some of the boys, sometimes with groups of friends and sometimes alone together on actual dates. And Carly had been perfectly fine with that: Emma had been and was still a good girl, and Carly had insisted that she meet and greet any boy Emma was seeing prior to the pair of them spending time alone. But Emma had never had a real boy friend. Just boys who were friends or boys she went out with a couple of times before they dumped her after realizing they weren't going to get their hands inside her bra, let alone their cock inside her pussy.

But Erik...? He was no boy from high school. He was, what, 21 or 22...? Erik was Vanessa's age, which disturbed Carly because Vanessa was not -- and hadn't been since age 14 -- the sweet, innocent, little girl that Emma was still today. If Erik was anything like the men with whom Carly's older daughter spent time, she certainly didn't want him spending time around her younger child. But ... hell! Emma adored the young man, and she'd sworn to her mother that she had no intentions of doing that with him until she got to know him much better, if ever, Emma had promised.

Carly trusted her younger daughter, of course. But ... Erik? It wasn't just Erik Price, of course. It was all men. It was a mother's duty not to trust any male spending time with her female children, particularly with their father's passing prior to their reaching puberty, prior to being part of the talk. Carly smiled, both on her lips and in her mind, as she remembered her own father meeting one of her older boyfriends at the door once ... with a shotgun in his hands. Carly had been mortified at the time, but she could laugh about it today. I should buy a shotgun, she thought to herself just as the photographer announced that they were done.

"Thank God!" Emma exclaimed, wasting no time in hopping up and heading for the dressing room. Carly and Vanessa were flanking the photographer -- sitting at his high definition laptop, showing the pair the pics he'd taken -- when the younger of the Taylors returned to announce, "I'm late. Gotta go. Love ya both."

As she headed for the door, she heard her mother call from behind her, "Home by 8. School night."

Emma spun, her face filled with disappointment. "Please...!"

"Since you were 13 years old and hanging out at the video arcade--" Carly began, not able to finish.

"Yeah, yeah," Emma said, her shoulders slumping as she turned and headed out with less energy now. She knew better than to argue with her mother about school night curfew. Eight o'clock, her mind grumbled, but her mouth spoke, "I'll be home."



An hour later, Emma looked up from behind her mug to see him coming down the sidewalk toward the café's outside seating area. She raised a hand into the air, waving. "Erik!"

She settled down a bit once she'd caught his attention. She tried to act cool and calm, but her insides were trembling ... and not just from the two espressos she'd already downed waiting for him. Erik was the one: he was the man to whom she was going to give her virginity ... finally! Oh, it wasn't as if they'd talked about it yet. They'd only met three months ago when she'd been walking past a nearby park and seen him shirtless and sweaty during an intermural athletic event with friends or school mates or whoever; they'd only first gone out on a real date a month after that, and even then it had only been an outdoor concert in the park; and she'd only finally felt a man's tongue in her mouth when he brought her home after their fifth date less than three weeks ago.

Since then, she'd held him close to her; she'd felt his erection pressed against her thigh as they made out in the front seat of his car; she'd unbuttoned her blouse and let him pull her bra aside to expose a swollen nipple to his lips and tongue. But that was about it. Yeah, yeah: their relationship had been moving glacially slow. Most of her friends would have been knocked up by now.

But Emma wasn't like that. She shared many of the ambitions for her future that her mother dreamed of; and none of those goals needed a man to come true. But, c'mon ... just look at him, she thought as he stepped up to the table and greeted her. Necessary for her future or not, Emma wanted Erik in it. And she wanted him in it as soon as possible.

They traded greetings and pleasantries, order coffee -- or in Emma's case more coffee -- and once they were relatively alone in their little corner of the seating area, a trembling Emma dropped a bomb shell.

"My mother and sister are going to New York this weekend ... talking to a new agent ... maybe even doing a shoot," she said, her gaze on her mug as she was unable to begin the suggestion while looking into Erik's eyes. "I, um ... I was just wondering ... you know ... if you didn't have plans..."

She couldn't finish the invitation to come to her house ... to be alone with her ... all alone with her ... in her house ... with no one else there ... so near to the bed in which she'd masturbated so often to images of Erik laying atop her ... between her parted thighs.

She looked up to him, a nervous smile on her lips, her face exploding in a fiery blush...

 

[Tx_Liquor]

Erik was listening but for some reason the words weren't registering. Sure, there had been a lot of over the clothes grinding and he'd managed to get his lips on a nipple now and again but he'd resigned to assuming that was as far as he was going to get.

Then he noticed her blush and his brain suddenly came to a screeching halt.

Was she asking him to come over and spend the night? And did that mean more than just a binge of Netflix was supposed to happen? This was uncharted territory for him and Erik had to take a sip of his coffee to buy time. What was the right answer? Could he assume too much? If he didn't would she feel rejected?

Finally Erik smiled saying, "Well, I thought we were going to a movie Friday. The rest of the weekend is kind of up in the air." He tried to sound innocent enough while still fishing for clues. "With your mom gone, what did you have in mind?" His mouth went dry and his hammering heart drowned out all sounds but Emma's voice as he waited and hoped for a favorable response.

 

[CarlyConners]

Emma's smile widened farther, then she giggled. She glanced around for spying eyes, then lifted the little shopping bag that had been sitting on the pavement between her feet. It was from Victoria's Secret.

"Oh, I don't know ... but ... I bet we can figure something out," she said, giggling yet again, embarrassed at her own boldness. She hid the bag in her lap under the table's edge, gestured impatiently toward Erik's coffee mug, and told him, "Finish that. We're gonna be late."



Friday night couldn't have come soon enough, and yet now that it was here Emma wished she could have stopped time at Thursday. This was the day; this was the night; tonight she was going to lose her virginity! She'd avoided this moment for so many years, then met Erik, then fantasized about it so often. It was finally time, and she was being ripped apart by both eagerness and anxiety.

She and Erik had gone to a book reading by a favored local author after their coffee on Wednesday afternoon, then bounced about the mall for a couple of hours before parting ways. The afternoon had been electric for her. She'd definitely noticed a difference in Erik now that she'd let him know that finally he was going to be getting naked with her. Even their occasional kisses through the afternoon had seemed more ... more ... what...? Erotic? Yeah, maybe.

Her mother and sister had left the house just before noon, and Emma only did a half day at school on Fridays. She'd hurried home to ensure that the part-time housekeeper was done with her work, then cut her loose before calling the lawn care people and canceling their Saturday morning visit. The last things Emma wanted this weekend were interruptions and witnesses. She did some preparations for her special night and weekend: she put on ice one of the two bottles of champagne her fake-ID carrying friend had bought her; she spilled out the paper sack of variously sized Planned Parenthood condoms into the drawer of her bedside lamp table; and she once again reviewed the neatly organized selection of clothing -- including her new undergarments of which she'd refused to give Erik a peek -- that she anticipated wearing over the weekend, to ensure that she was ready to knock her first lover's socks off.

Her heart leaped when the doorbell rang. She looked to the clock on the wall and cursed herself for having lost time. He was here. Erik was here. It was time! Emma hurried to the door of her bedroom to holler down the stairs, "It's open!"

She rushed back into her bedroom to don some modest high heels and look herself over. She was wearing a flower print summer dress that didn't reach even to mid thigh and was thin enough to reveal the excitement of her eager nipples. She checked her hair and makeup, then turned and hurried for the top of the stairs, unsure of whether or not Erik would have let himself inside.

And that was when she panicked!



"Well hello there, Erik," Carly had greeted when she stepped out of the Uber onto the sidewalk before her house. She'd immediately understood what was happening -- or what had been scheduled to be happening -- at her home while she and her elder daughter was out of town. She asked the driver if he wouldn't mind assisting Vanessa in getting their bags up to the front door, flashing a cash tip at him as she had come of age prior to the pre-Uber, taxi cab era. She turned her attention back to the young man, who had surely come here this night to defile her younger daughter behind her back. Carly slipped a hand into the crook of Erik's unoffered arm.

"Have you had dinner, Erik, or were you and Emma going out?" she said as she urged him toward the home's from door. "We called in a huge order of Thai as we were leaving the airport. Should be here any moment. I eat when I'm frustrated, as you couldn't tell by my figure."

Carly pushed away from Erik just a bit and stuck a playful pose as if showing off her figure. Despite no longer having the tight, firm, sleek body that had made her a lot of money in front of the camera as a teen and young woman, she was still looking pretty good. You would never have known that she would be turning 48 later this month: her face had held up over the years, with only one slight procedure being done around her eyes to remove a few years from her appearance; and despite the copious amount of frustration of food and birthing of two daughters, her body was still shapely and eye-catching because of a strict, disciplined, exercise routine.

"Come eat with me and the girls," Carly went on as she pulled the young man closer to her again. She said with just a touch of knowing suspicion, "I'm sure Emma will be excited to learn that our flight had been cancelled and that we're home again..."

She looked right into Erik's eyes as she finished, "...for the whole weekend."

"What are you doing here?"

Carly looked to Vanessa, who was standing in the foyer looking upwards, then -- as she released her grip on Erik and continued in through the front door -- followed her elder daughter's eyes to the top of the stairs, where her younger one was wearing a too-short dress, too-tall heels, and too-shocked expression.

"What are you doing here?" Emma repeated, this time at her mother and with an attempt at appearing less disappointed ... and less caught!. "I thought your flight left at four?"

"It did," Carly said, gesturing Erik inside as she continued, "Problems with the engine or something. She looked up to Emma, giving her a familiar, scrutinizing smile as she accused, "Look who stopped by, honey. I bet you're surprised."

Even at the top of the stairs, Emma's blush was obvious to Carly at the bottom of them. She handed the Uber driver the twenty, thanked him before closing the door in his face, and headed off toward her first floor bedroom in the back of the house as she announced that food would be here shortly and someone would need to get the door.

"You're busted, you little whore," Vanessa whispered as she reached the top of the stairs and passed by her younger sister. She laughed loudly, pausing to glance down at Erik. She moved closer to her sister and whispered, "After you've failed to satisfy him, tell him that my room is the one at the end of--"

"Go away!" Emma snapped, pushing her annoying sister away. She mumbled, "Why the fuck are you here?"

As the laughing older sibling headed toward her own room, the younger sister thought little whore, who's the whore, you ... you whore! Emma was more than aware of Vanessa's willingness to part her thighs for men. It was no secret to either Emma or her mother that at least a dozen men -- maybe twice that -- had gotten some form of pleasure from one or more of Vanessa's holes over the past half dozen years or more. Emma had never approved of her sister's promiscuous sex life, but it hadn't really been any of her concern so she'd stayed out of it.

And now here was Emma, standing at the top of the stairs in a dress that could be easily removed to get her own sex life started ... and her mother and daughter were now in the house while the man she'd hoped to start that life with was standing at the bottom of the stairs with a disappointed expression on his face. Emma began descending the stairs, looking at her not-yet-to-be-lover, ready to cry but smiling bravely.

"Sorry," she said simply. She waited until she was at the bottom of the stairs, embraced and lightly kissed Erik, and asked, "Do you want to stick around for Thai ... or ... get out of here?"

 

[Tx_Liquor]

Erik was shocked in the events that had started to unfold. First he was hoping, but only 99% sure, he'd get to finally have sex with his girlfriend, and then he was 99% sure her mother was cock blocking that AND under the impression she knew all about it.

Erik wasn't sure what to say, so he said nothing. The excuse still working out in his mind even as he looked Carly over. She'd posed for him, as if she wasn't as sexy as she would have been but ripping his eyes off of her and looking at Vanessa he knew who the sexist woman in the house was, and it wasn't Emma. "We were going to order pizza." He heard himself saying, in response to a question asked in the past.

He couldn't help it. His brain was shorting out and it was all he could do to keep from watching Carly's ass as she entered the house. He allowed himself a few hip sways and then it was all attention on Emma, followed by Vanessa who wasn't helping either. The older sister, who was also closer to his own age, was meeting his eyes every chance she got.

Erik was starting to feel like fresh meat in a lions den.

"Do you want to stick around for Thai ... or ... get out of here?"

Erik focused on Emma and gave her a smile, then a kiss. "Don't worry, babe. If we leave now it will only look worse. At least now I can pretend nothing was going to happen. We'll have our time soon. Promise." He kissed her again then nodded that everything would be okay.

Erik even answered the door and tipped the driver when the food arrived. "Miss Carly?" He called out, facing her bedroom, "Where do you want me to set up?"

While the mother dismissed the need for Erik to set up she had mentioned the outside patio. This gave he and Emma a chance to talk in private. Emma was beside herself as she offered bowls and plates for her boyfriend to stage.

"Think of it this way," Erik explained, "Let's pretend nothing was going to happen tonight. We were going to watch some Netflix and order a pizza and I'd go home."

Emma sighed, "But-"

"But, nothing. If we pretend that was the plan, then no one can say wiser. No sisterly wise crack will mean anything because we both agree nothing was going to happen tonight."

Emma wasn't happy with this concept but she could see where Erik was going with this. Erik even continued, "Even if we left, they'd just assume we did it in the back of my brother's car. And you... Honestly, Em, you deserve more than that. You're first time should be special. We can have special later. We have all the time we want - let's just get through ton-"

Vanessa was the fist to head down saying, "You're still here? Damn, Erik, I figured you'd have tucked tail and ran?"

Erik just smiled at his equal, "Running is for people who are guilty of something. We were going to watch Netflix and order pizza. This really doesn't change that. Right, Em?"

Emma just nodded while Vanessa grinned, not buying it.

Carly was the next to join the scene. She was impressed that Erik and Emma had taken the time to set the table outside and Erik was even thoughtful enough to light a few candles for ambiance.

"Very nice," Carly said, producing a bottle of Riesling, "Would you care for a glass, Erik?"

He felt like he was being asked to step into a trap and tried to play it safe, "No. I'm okay, thank you. I don't drink around Emma. It wouldn't be fair."

Carly nodded then looked to Emma, "Well, since your boyfriend is joining us, would you like A GLASS of red?"

Emma's eyes met Erik's before she nodded. Emma just wanted to feel anything but this sadness in her chest, and this would give Erik permission to have a glass as well. Obviously Vanessa was in from the word, 'Riesling'.

Erik ended up having two glasses before dinner was done. Emma's mother made sure she stuck to her one glass while she and Vanessa helped polish off a second bottle between them. The whole dinner being an almost surreal experience for Erik. Between Vanessa flirting with him, Carly taunting him with honesty and Emma all but shutting down he felt he was doing pretty good for a man who'd had to glasses of wine and now starting on a 3rd.

They all talked about politics, investments, five and twenty five year plans and all the while Erik tried to show he was someone who planned ahead. He wanted to be sure Carly saw him as someone good for her daughter, even though Vanessa was making him hard as iron with her flirty comments. Erik just tried to stay focused on Carly as the alpha female and hoped to survive the night

"Yes," Erik said, answering the latest question thrown at him. "I've been playing guitar since I was 10."

Vanessa was picking up her plate when she ran a hand across his shoulders saying, "I'd like to see that."

Erik, knowing the older daughter was flirting with him, said, "Let Emma know and she can tell me when is best." He gave his girlfriend a bright smile and she almost returned it, but moved into default mode by cleaning up his and her own, plates. "Thank you, babe." He said blowing a kiss to Emma and going back to the rest of his wine.

 

[CarlyConners]

Emma flinched at the sound of the doorbell, which while activated by the button on the porch had its ringing mechanism just ten feet away barely inside the patio's sliding glass door. She murmured to herself, "Fuck..."

"Em-ma," Carly chastised before smiling and looking to Erik for his reaction. As she stood to curl around the table toward the sliding door, she reminded, "We have a guest, sweetie."

Emma watched her mom head into the house, then looked to Erik. She was seriously on edge over this evening. Everything about it had gone and was still going so horribly wrong. She was supposed to be laying on her bed by now, half naked if not fully, losing her virginity to the man of her dreams. Instead, she was sitting here watching her older sister flirt with Erik while mom got him drunk. Fuck...

"I'm sorry about all this," she told Erik, leaning over to kiss him lightly on the lips before settling back into her chair. Not realizing that Erik himself had already had the thought, Emma said about her family members, "There like hungry lions at the zoo whose cage a toddler fell into ... ready to taste something new to them."

Emma smiled, giggled, then blushed before laughing aloud. She wasn't laughing at her own joke so much as she was the thought that by now Erik should have been tasting her. Emma often masturbated with her fingers upon her extraordinarily sensitive clitoris -- far more often after having met Erik -- but above and beyond that, Emma had no sexual experiences. She'd never experimented with a close friend as a young teen; she'd never bought a vibrator or dildo or other toy over the internet for fear of -- particularly -- Vanessa finding out; and she'd never watched internet porn because she simply found it unrealistic, demeaning to women (and even men sometimes), gross, and repugnant.

So she had no realistic idea of what it was going to feel like to have Erik's mouth on her ... well, on that ... or even more so, his penis inside it. This was likely going to be an experience far more unimaginable for her than it would be for most women her age. She couldn't wait ... but as she saw her sister reappearing on the patio, Emma knew she would be.

"My date is here," Vanessa announced as she approached the patio table. She stopped closer to Erik than to Emma, and ignoring the fact that the lone man in the house was the boyfriend of the lone and increasingly horny virgin in the house, Vanessa laid a hand upon Erik's upper back as she smiled down to him and said with a flirtatious tone, "Let me know when I can hear you play some guitar."

"Isn't there a string of condoms waiting at the front door for you, Vanee?" Emma growled softly.

Vanessa laughed at her sister's rather rude yet accurate question, looked to Erik again, and winked ... with her right eye, such that her snotty little sister could see it.

"See you soon I hope, Erik," she said as she turned for the house again. Over her shoulder, she said back to the pair, "There're condoms in my lamp table ... though ... I don't you'll need them tonight."

Emma clenched her jaws as she listened to her sister laughs from progressively deeper in the house. She was staring at the trembling hands in her lap rather than looking to Erik. Her mind was again repeating the word of the evening ... Fuuuuuuuuuuuck...

"Erik, dear," Carly's voice sounded from the sliding door as the matriarch of the house came out. She neared the pair, asked her youngest if all was okay, then grasped Erik's elbow and -- telling more than asking -- said, "Will you be a sweetie and help me get the bags back upstairs. Vanessa's date could have, but ... well ... he didn't really look like the trusting type that I would want to see my bedroom ... my jewelry box ... you know what I mean, I'm sure."

Carly told her daughter that her boyfriend would be back shortly and led him to the foyer, then up the stairs. She pointed to the bedrooms and told him which bags went where. As she disappeared into her bathroom, she called to him, "There's a new bulb on my bureau ... if you wouldn't mind putting it in my bedside lamp. You're a dear."

A minute later, she came out of the bathroom...

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...wearing only a silk and lace baby doll and matching boy shorts. She crossed to the bureau to lay her watch upon it, staring into Erik's eyes.

"I'm not naïve, Erik ... stupid ... or blind," she began as she shed her earrings and returned them to the jewelry box. "I know why you were coming over tonight. Emma probably thinks it's time for her to become a woman. Do they still say that ... or is that too old fashion? And it's obvious to all of us that she's decided you are the young man to have the honor of escorting her into adulthood in that way."

She turned away from the young man, showing off her not-quite-as-firm-as-it-once-was-yet-still-shapely ass as she headed for her walk-in closet.

"Whether or not my daughter is ready ... which I don't personally think she is ... is not my question for you," she continued as she poked aimlessly through a dresser drawer, showing off the profile of her reconstructed but semi-natural looking breasts. She emerged from the closet with a small velvet bag, inside of which was her chosen battery operated vibrator for the evening. She didn't know whether or not the young man would know what she had, but she wasn't going to tell him either. None of his business ... at this point in time, anyway. She looked Erik in the eyes for a moment, then asked, "My question for you is this: are you here to fuck my daughter because you're in love with her...? ...in lust with her...? Or ... are you just here to fuck my daughter because you want to get fucked and don't care with whom you do so?"

She cocked her head a bit, studying his reaction.

"Because ... if you're just wanting to fuck," she continued in a serious tone that didn't seem to be suggestive on her part at all, "A virgin ... well, they really aren't that much fun. Well ... unless, of course, you're just wanting to pick a cherry."

She smiled, then laughed, apologizing, "Sorry, that was crude."

She studied him another moment before asking, "So ... Erik ... what is it? Virgin? Love? Lust? Hunger?"

It was only now that Carly allowed her gaze to drop a bit toward his younger, well shaped body ... looking low enough to see that he was undoubtedly hard as a rock inside those slacks. She looked back up to his stunning eyes and -- openly flirting for the first time with her daughter's boyfriend -- told him softly, "Because ... if you were willing to forego ... guiding Emma into womanhood for a bit ... a couple of weeks ... months maybe ... give her a little more time to be who and what she is ... a naïve young woman who doesn't truly know what adulthood is about ... I'm sure there are other women who would be able to fulfill any, um ... needs that you might have."

 

[Tx_Liquor]

The entire night Erik had been feeling like a lobster at a sea food restaurant. Everyone just looking at him through the glass and wondering who was going to boil him alive. In an odd way it hyper sensitized him to the plight of women who were objectified by men. Emma was beside herself, Vanessa was all but offering a quickie before she left with her date, and then there was Carly.

Mature, statuesque, Carly who acted as if she were in control of every aspect of everything. She was the Alpha in this house, and she knew it. Knowing eyes looking at him and Emma, but not accusing. An ironic smile or well timed quip let him know she knew what he was thinking... what any healthy male of 20-something would be thinking when he was having dinner with his beautiful girlfriend who finally wanted to sleep with him, a hot older sister who definitely wanted to sleep with him and the sultry mom who could almost read his mind.

It was all he could do not to have an erection through dinner.

When Carly asked him to take her bags upstairs he felt like a fly being asked to walk into a web. Still he didn't want to be rude but expected this was when he got the 'stay away from my daughter you sex crazed bastard' talk. Kissing Emma on the forehead, so as not to display too much PDA in front of her mom, he said, "I'll be back." He mouthed 'Love you' then grabbed the bags.

Putting them away and then going to put in the new light bulb he started to get the feeling something was off. If she wanted to make him swear he wouldn't touch her daughter she would have done so the moment they were in her bedroom. But as he changed the bulb Erik felt his eyes roaming over the room. All the touches that showed a real woman lived here. The scents in the air, the way the bed was made up perfectly and the art that accented, not dominated, the walls.

But once Carly came out, his eyes kept gravitating towards her breasts but he still listened to her words. His mind trying to process thought through a haze of hormones.

"Wait... Miss, I want you to know I'm here because I care about Emma. I..." He had trouble with the word love when not saying it to Emma. It was a strong word for others, and to say he was in-love meant a kind of commitment he wasn't sure he was ready to make this early in life. "I would have never... would never think of cheating on her. Nothing Emma does is by someone else's suggestion."

"But it sounds like your encouraging me to cheat on Emma, just so I can get some physical... Needs?... met." His eyes were wandering over Carly's body now, wondering why else she'd make this suggestion wearing next to nothing and allowed him to see her body in all it's glory. And it was glorious. His cock was demanding he take this offer just to see what the older woman could do that no other girl he'd ever been with knew about.

"It would take a lot for me to cheat on Emma." He met Carly's eyes, "I mean, considering I'd never thought of being unfaithful to her I'm not about to just have one night stands with girls I pick up in bars. And with Vanessa throwing herself at me, and that still not being enough to sway me... I find it hard to imagine some normal girl." He stopped talking, waiting and hoping Carly was suggesting what she'd been suggesting with her eyes, with her silk lace and her fine ass. If he was going to cheat on Emma, he wanted an experience older woman he could trust and only one woman fit that bill.

 

[CarlyConners]

"Oh, you misunderstand, Erik," Carly said, inching just a bit closer to him. She was close enough that his nostrils were likely filling with her expensive French perfume and, possibly, even the own natural smells of her body, a body that had been on the move all day and which she desperately wanted to get under the warm, pounding flow in her bathroom's multi-head shower stall. "I'm not suggesting that you take a second lover aside from Emma ... such that you are with someone who knows what she's doing. I'm suggesting you take such a woman instead of my daughter."

She neared him even more, so close now that when she reached up to toy the tip of three fingers upon the skin of his upper chest between his shirt's lapels, there were only inches between him, her arm, and her body.

"Erik ... Emma isn't ready for this," Carly spoke softly, looking deep into his eyes. "But ... you have wants and needs that need to be ... no ... should be fulfilled. If you could find it in your heart to give my daughter some more time ... I would ensure that your needs were met."

The playing finger tips were beginning to caress their way upward, and if he did nothing to stop them they could find his collar bone, his neck, his jaw, and eventually slip in behind his neck as she prepared to move in to kiss him. But she wouldn't until she got a response from him ... verbal or not ... positive or not...

 

[Tx_Liquor]

"So, I can still see your daughter so long as I keep her pure... and you'll make sure I have no reason to be with her physically?" It sounded like a win-win for Erik. While he cared for Emma, he had to admit her waiting was driving him physically crazy. But he put off because he felt she was worth it. Now, he was being asked to prolong that even further in exchange for having his physical needs met.

"As long as I don't have to break her heart... I still care-" She was too close to him, and Erik's body was in over drive as he made the move to kiss Carly. Her lips being far more sensual than he could have imagined. He forgot he told Emma he'd come back soon, and was getting lost in the desires of the moment.

 

[CarlyConners]

What Carly was doing with her daughter's boyfriend was so wrong ... and yet so right at the same time. Her first interest was, in fact, preserving Emma's purity and innocence for a bit longer. Oh, it was inevitable that she'd part her legs for some man; and considering what kinds of men were out there, Erik might not be the worse one she could let inside her. But Carly was in no hurry to let her youngest find out whether or not she'd made a good choice.

Her second interest, however, was in the young man whose mouth had so easily come forward to meet her. Carly liked her lovers younger and less experienced. She liked to be in control; she liked to teach; she liked to see the reactions and responses a man had to experiencing things he'd never had done to him before ... or, at the least, never had done to him well before.

And she did this -- sex -- very well. She'd never had a man not want to be with her for a second time ... or third ... or tenth. She'd been very good before the camera during her modeling days, but that had ended; she'd been very good in the sack, as well, and there was no end to that to be seen.

The kiss was soft and erotic, and during it Carly moved her body up against Erik, slipping one hand to the back of his neck and the other to the small of his back to pull them closer to one another.

"Go down stairs, Erik," she began in a soft voice when their lips parted. "Spend some more time with my daughter ... but don't leave the house." She kissed him again as she clutched one of his firm buttocks and pressed her groin against his raging erection. "If you leave, Emma may suggest that you find a place to make love ... and you will be faced with having to deny her. That would hurt her."

She kissed him once more, then pulled back, turned and headed toward the lamp table near her bed. She set the velvet bag down, then turned to returned to stand before Erik as she continued, "You'll make an excuse to leave. Feign a call from your family ... an emergency text or something. Give me your phone."

Carly held her hand out for Erik's cell, tapping at the screen. A moment later, her own cell vibrated on the lamp table behind her. As she continued tapping at his screen she explained, "Always delete calls and texts you make or receive from me, then immediately clear the deleted log as well. Teenage girls are suspicious and jealous, and they won't hesitate to check your call and text log."

She handed the phone back to Erik, looked him in the eye, smiled, and told him firmly, "If you can keep your dick to yourself for two weeks..." Her smile widened devilishly as she clarified, "...and your tongue and fingers, too ... two weeks ... and I'll treat you to a weekend of joy that you will never forget."

She reached out to caress his cheek for a moment, then took a step back. "Emma is probably wondering what's taking you so long."

 

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Erik felt like he was in one of those experiments where they tell the kid not to eat the marshmallow for 5 minutes to get two. Despite Emma giving him blue balls on principal and him accepting that because he cared about her, it seemed her mom was giving him blue balls on the promise that he endured not having sex for TWO WEEKS!!

A part of his lizard brain claimed there was no point, and this was all just a rouse. At the end of two weeks she'd find a reason to hold of longer. But he also focused on her words, 'a WEEKEND of joy'... so she must have a plan. Did she, or didn't she? Could he? Should he?

Walking back downstairs he hadn't made up his mind yet, but the moment he saw Emma he realized that, at some level, her mother was right. Sex or not, he wanted to make sure Emma wasn't looking to have sex just because she felt it was time to do so. Much less, the fact that he was thinking about fucking her mom meant he might NOT be the guy she gave her virginity too.

Fuck my life! he thought, even though he smile and kissed Emma on the lips. "Sorry, babe. She didn't chew me out like I thought she would, but she did make it clear she knew what was what." He gestured to the den, "If we go somewhere she's going to just assume we're doing it, even if we don't. I think it's better we just watch that show on Netflix you wanted to watch. Make it seem like the last thing we had planned is what she thought we had planned. You know?"

 

[CarlyConners]

Emma's smile at seeing Erik return faded quickly as she realized that he was bailing on claiming her virginity tonight. Of course, her mother and sister's return had put that in jeopardy anyway, so what the hell was she still hoping for, right?

"Yeah ... sure ... you're probably right," she murmured, rising to wrap her arms around the taller young man's waist and bury one side of her face into his muscular chest. "Netflix then."



There were empty Thai containers all about the living room, as well as two beer bottles of which her mother had allowed Emma and Erik to partake, trusting that it wouldn't lead to them becoming raging alcohol chasing party animals. Her mother had laid down for a nap and left the pair alone, giving them the opportunity to make out on the couch while "Shameless" played on the flat screen across the room.

"Is there something wrong?" Emma asked at one point when she seemed to sense some hesitance in her boyfriend. He was holding her and caressing her as was typical, but his hands had very conspicuously stayed away from her breasts and crotch despite their being alone in the dark. She sat up a bit, which caused her groin to press hard against his cock, which had been hardening and softening again and again over the last two hours. "Is it my mom...? Did she say something to you? What did she say?"

Emma had a feeling that her mother had lured Erik upstairs to give him a stern warning about getting sexually involved with her younger daughter. Bitch! Stay out of it, she thought to herself. It would never have occurred to her that her mother would try to seduce Erik ... or that Erik would jump at the offer.

 

[Tx_Liquor]

"No, no." Erik tried to deflect, turning a nugget of honestly to help sell his story, "You mom just got into my head. I feel like she's watching us. I just don't want to be rude or get you in trouble." summoning all the emotion he had, Erik said, "I love you, Emma. I just don't want your mother to think less of me."

All of which was more than true. But he kissed Emma, with the love and affection he'd stored up for her. But then he slipped his tongue into her mouth and started to kiss her as he stared to kiss Carly.

Pressing Emma into the other side of the couch he kept kissing letting his hands knees breasts that were smaller than Carly's and kiss lips that weren't as firm as Carly's. He pressed Emma to the couch and kissed her as if she was her mother mor than ready to let her fuck until he exploded like an atomic bomb... BUT it was Carly's words... no, Her Promise of something more.

Breaking off the kiss and heavy petting Erik sat back on his side of the couch, his dick screaming with rage, and forcing all of Erik's will. If this were to happen again... he wasn't sure he could resit. Even now he felt the need to go and stroke his dick until it surrendered to thoughts of Carly, riding him without a condom. He came hard, using his free time to help if just to work out the aggression he was feeling. Only then could he continue the night without thinking about what might be.

 

[CarlyConners]

Emma was angry about all that had happened tonight. Well, except for every thing that was happening here on the couch, of course. She curled up into Erik's arms again and watched the rest of the current episode of "Shameless". It was hard ... frustrating: each season of the Netflix series had gotten more erotic, with more frequent sex scenes and more nudity. To sit here next the man she was supposed to have been mounting for the first time tonight while watching Fiona fucking a series of men she met through Tender or Lip fucking two or three Sisters at a time in the basement bedroom of the Sorority for which he was a Houseboy was just too much for her.

"I'm wet," she whispered close to Erik's ear as she took his hand and tried to bring it up under her skirt to her sopping panties. "Wanna feel?"

 

[Tx_Liquor]

Erik allowed his hand to be guided, all the while thinking of Carly in that nightie, just upstairs, possibly naked, maybe in the shower with water running over her perfect nipples...

Snapping back to letting his hand be guided to Emma's wet nether lips, he silently sighed wondering what difference it would make to finger Carly over Emma. He finally found his voice whispering, "Emm, love, this is... very risky... I..." His cock throbbed in a silent scream of protest, "I want to. Gods, I want too, but with your mom upstairs?" Still he couldn't help but let his fingers slip into Emma's folds. "Emma... please... I love you... I don't want to get in trouble."

He used all the self control he had before pulling his hands from between his legs. While his reptile brain cried out in anger and disappointment, he thought of Carly in that lacy silk top, her dark hair and that ass that said, "Slap me while we fuck"

"Sorry, babe." Erik continued, "I just think it's best if you mom sees us as NOT what she thinks we are."

 

[CarlyConners]

Emma sat up from her cuddling position against Erik, a disappointed expression in her face. She didn't understand this. He'd come over tonight to claim Emma's virginity, to make a woman out of her, and now he wasn't even interested enough to fondle her wet pussy, let alone put something inside it.

"You should go, I think," she said standing. She hesitated, then put her knee onto the couch and leaned in to kiss Erik on the cheek before rising again and striding away. "I'll text you tomorrow, but ... for now--"

She stopped, about to turn around to ease her insistence that Erik leave with some kind words, but just then her eyes suddenly erupted in tears that quickly began flowing down her cheeks.

"I'm not mad, I just--" A sob threatened to erupt if she kept talking. She hesitated, then head for the stairs as she said, "I'll text you tomorrow."

As she was hurrying up the stairs, her mother was stepping out into the opening of the first floor hallway. She hesitated there until her daughter's boyfriend caught sight of her. She was topless, wearing only a pair of boy shorts. She smiled politely but not invitingly to the young man, looked to the home's entrance, and said softly, "Please lock the door on your way out, Erik."

She turned to return to her first floor bedroom but hesitated. She half turned, giving the young man a profile view of her new but very real looking "C" cups as she said, "Two weeks, Erik."

And then, she was gone.

 

[Tx_Liquor]

Erik wasn't even trying to make up an excuse, he really did feel awkward fooling around with Emma's mother in the house. Even if she hadn't promised him something amazing, he still would have felt weird about it. He tried to explain what he could but Emma was just too emotional. He hoped part of it was over her perfect plan getting ruined, as he'd told her mother he really did care for Emma.

But while he heart could belong to her, seeing Carly, naked, made his cock stiffen harder than it had been when he was upstairs. He had to fight the urge to walked up and suck those perfectly sculpted nipples into his mouth... Leave. Close the door... lock... right.

"Yes, ma'am." he muttered, turning and numbly walking out of the house. Even as he got in his car he was having the strangest dissonance. One the one hand, having made Emma cry was certainly a boner killer, but on the other hand seeing Carly topless made him want to rub one out before he even started the car. And the fact he wanted to do that made him feel guilty that he still had a hard on for Emma's mom.

"Fuck! Two weeks?" He said allowed, unsure if he could make it that long after what he just saw. "14 days. two weekends. 10 business days." starting the borrowed car he shook his head, still unable to make 2 weeks sound like something he could actually endure.

He drove straight home, left the keys for his brother and went to his room. He still felt bad about Emma, and he was about to feel even worse for stroking himself to the memory of her mom. But he was about to feel really good jerking himself off to the memory of Emma's mom.

 

[CarlyConners]

Emma was so heart broken over what had happened Friday night that Saturday she didn't even text Erik, as she'd promised. She wasn't sure how she would react if he texted her instead, so she turned her phone off and left it sitting atop her bureau.

Around noon, her mother knocked lightly at the half open door and asked, "Are you alright sweetie?"

Emma didn't immediately respond, eventually just shaking her head. Carly sat beside her on the bed to talk about it all, and within seconds the younger daughter was crying in her mother's lap. Carly felt bad for her daughter; and she felt bad about the part she'd played in what had happened. But she wasn't sorry. Emma was too young to be doing what she'd wanted to do this weekend with Erik.

Sure, a century ago Emma could have been married with her third or fourth child on the way by now. Or she could have already been dead, the victim of child birth gone wrong. This was the 21st century, and times had changed. Sexual activity early in life simply wasn't a good idea, in Carly's opinion. Sure, Vanessa had begun parting her legs for men at 14 and she seemed to have come out of it just fine. But the elder daughter's promiscuous behavior had had its more secret toll on the girl. Unknown to Emma, her sister had had not one but two abortions earlier in her life, despite using condoms and birth control. And known to both Emma and Carly, Vanessa's self worth was often defined by whether or not she had a man eager to ram his cock deep inside her.

Carly didn't want this for her younger daughter, and if some short term heart ache was the cost, so be it. Of course, there was Erik with whom Carly needed to deal as well. He wasn't going to just give up without getting his dick wet. And -- if he was dead set on eventually being inside Emma -- Carly preferred that in the mean time he be fulfilling his needs with someone who wasn't potentially disease-ridden down there.

She would wait a couple of days -- through the weekend at least -- to see how Erik responded to her offer and Emma's absence. Then, she'd decide whether to make the young man wait the full two weeks ... or through him a bone.

 

[Tx_Liquor]

Erik didn't know what to do with himself the next morning.

Originally he'd thought he and Emma could go to a movie, but she said she'd text him so all day Saturday he waited by the phone and tried to pass the time playing Forza 7 on his Xbox One until the stimulation of racing cars wasn't distracting enough. He decided to switch to For Honor thinking some Samurai on Viking combat would at least get some of his frustrations out but he kept looking at the blank phone and checking between events.

Still nothing.

He gave up on trying to get out his anger and hoped some Witcher 3 Heroics might make him feel better but that wasn't enough to get his mind off of how he'd left Emma, all but in tears.

Turning off the Xbox One he checked his phone again to find only a couple of hours had passed. "Fuck! How am I going to get through today?" He knew not to press and give Emma her space so he paced the apartment like a caged tiger. He went out on the balcony watching people and cars and just letting the sun light seep into his skin until he was sick of all the couples walking hand in hand.

He paced some more, turned on Netflix to find nothing looked interesting enough to watch. What he wanted to watch he didn't want to continue without Emma so he turned that off too. Checking the phone... and hour had passed.

"What the fuck!"

It wasn't even close to lunch and already he felt like he was in solitary confinement. He considered calling some friends to go do something but then the worry in his mind that she'd text and he'd miss it kept him locked in the apartment.

More pacing.

Turning on the Xbox One again he loaded up another game for all of 15 minutes and was back to outside trying to will time to speed up. He watched an older woman, still very attractive, as she walked the sidewalk to meet up with some friends. The raven hair made him think of Carly, which made him feel guilty.

Checking his phone... nothing. So he decided to Text Emma, opened his messenger and started to compose a message trying to explain and almost begging to see her. After reading over it, he held "back" down until the message had been fully erased.

Just after lunch he was at a Liquor store, with no message on his phone from Emma. When he got home he still had no messages. As he poured a drink and pounded it, he got an alert... that tomorrow was his Aunt's birthday.

"Fuck!"

Erik returned to the bottle. When that was empty, and he still hadn't gotten any texts from Emma, he went out to buy another...

On Sunday he woke up with a mouth coated in sandpaper and his fingers still numb but no messages. He even checked the last message he'd gotten from her, and it was on Friday. Erik even went so far as to check his account to make sure record of message wasn't logged on his bill.

Nothing.

"Fuck it." He said, starting a message. Emma said she'd text him Saturday. But it was Sunday. Sunday wasn't part of the deal so he decided to send her a message asking her to call him. And just in case she responded right away he took a shower to feel a bit more human before checking for messages.

Nothing.

"Seriously?!" He said, sending her another text. This time saying he was sorry for upsetting her and asking her to call him again.

Nothing.

"Damn it!" He gave up and called her, but got her voice mail. Part of him wanted to accuse her of ghosting him but the other part was starting to get worried that she COULDN'T respond so he left her a message. "Hey, Emma. I'm sorry, it's just that I haven't heard from you and I'm starting to worry a little. I hope you're okay."

By that afternoon he was Facebook stalking her and seeing she was online recently but she wasn't super active so she wasn't online at the time. He decided she was punishing him and pulled up a porn site. "Fine! Fuck it." He started looking up any scene that involved a mom fucking her daughters boyfriend, which was apparently a popular topic.

By Sunday night he'd be drunk but not stressed out anymore. Sleeping and dreaming of Carly was far better than his wake up Monday morning... and STILL no messages. Without the driving desire to wait around for his girlfriend for another day and a half he called his friends Scott and Adam to see if they wanted to hit the Movie Grill for burgers and an action film. He was giving Emma all the space she wanted now - but he realized he was still tense and checking his phone almost constantly.

But it wasn't Emma he was hoping to hear from... but Carly.

 

[CarlyConners]

Emma had spent Saturday trying not to think about Erik, but by Sunday she was aching to be with him again. Turning her phone back on, though, revealed that he hadn't even tried to text her, let alone call. She milled about the house for a couple of hours, doing this and that; then she took a long shower, toying with her clit as she fantasized him going down on her on the couch while her mother was just beyond the wall in the next room.

It was while her daughter showered that Carly paid a visit to her room. She found her daughter's phone on once more, and wishing to delay any conversation between Emma and Erik, turned it back off again. Emma didn't live and die by her smart phone like so many girls and young women did, so -- despite a full day of grumbling about Erik, both to herself and to her mother -- it wasn't until almost bedtime that Emma realized her phone was off, assuming that she herself had failed to turn it on correctly.

"Should I call him?" Emma asked her mother after she turned it on and found a text awaiting her.

"Honey, it's late," Carly responded. "You know how you feel about your friends calling and texting at all hours."

It was true, so ... despite wanting to talk to him so desperately, Emma gave into her mother's common sense approach and decided to wait until the next morning. Unfortunately, she was late to school and didn't have time before leaving; and her day was a hectic mess that left no time for even a quick text, despite Emma's inability to stop thinking about Erik; AND she'd left her damn phone at home on the counter (primarily because Carly had removed it from her backpack and set it just barely out of sight behind the fruit bowl).

It was almost 8pm Monday night -- after school, volleyball practice, and violin lessons -- before Emma finally located her phone and typed a text into it for Erik.

Unfortunately, her boyfriend was already occupied with the attentions of another woman...



Carly's manipulations of the situation between her younger daughter and said daughter's boyfriends were casual but effective. Which made her bumping into him and his friends Scott and Adam outside the Movie Grill seem like a Godsend. She'd been next door having coffee with some of female friends when she looked up and saw the three boys passing by.

"Erik...?" she called softly, catching his attention. When he stopped, she smiled broadly, gesturing him toward the open seat at the table suitable for six. "Please, join us. Your friends, too. Pull up a chair."

All five of the women sitting at the table eyed the young men closely. The passing males couldn't know it, of course, but the women had all met one another through a dating service that catered to older women who enjoyed younger men. They were very literally the truest examples of cougars, and the thoughts immediately passing through each of their lust filled minds was ... fresh meat ... mmm, tasty.

 

[Tx_Liquor]

Erik looked like a deer in headlights, clearly trying to figure out what to say or do. Scott, the dim but athletic one, wasted no time in taking Carly up on the offer. Adam, however, was far more awkward than his friends and waited for Erik to signal him that it was okay.

Erik approached, wondering what game Carly might be playing. Sure, there was the off chance they happen to be in the same are at the same time, but she didn't have to invite them over. They could have done the wave or nod thing from a distance.

Erik had the sinking feeling tonight was going to end with some guilt-stroking of his own member when he got home. But he wasn't about to let anyone in on that tidbit of information so he put on his best poker face.

"Hi, ladies. I'm Erik, and this is Adam and my other friend Scott."

Scott reached out to take each ladies hand immediately, making eye contact and smiling, "Nice to meet you, ladies." then to Carly, "How do you Erik? Or, a better question is... How does Erik know YOU." The emphasis on the last word was a bold flirtation on Scott's part. As if Scott were implying Carly was out of Erik's league and offering himself on a plate if she were shopping for an upgrade.

 

[CarlyConners]

Carly's discovery of Erik walking down the street had, in fact, been coincidental. She and the girls met once a month to tell stories of their most recent, most enjoyable, most shocking, and -- unfortunately -- sometimes most disappointing encounters with young men. But what was to come next would entirely calculated. By the time Erik and his friends had joined them, and Scott had asked how she and Erik knew one another, Carly had already decided that this would be the night she had him.

"My daughter is Erik's tutor at the University," she lied, looking directly into her new lust interest's eyes with an expression meant to encourage him to play along. "Biology, isn't it, Erik?"

There were some snickers, from both the males and females now sitting at or gathered around the table. Carly encouraged the three boys to pull up chairs, not that Scott hadn't already done so. His gaze was firmly set upon one of Carly's friends, the hunger already filling his eyes; while Adam still had the look in his eyes that Erik had had earlier, that of a deer in the headlights.

"Why don't you sit there ... Adam, isn't it?" Carly suggested, gesturing toward a chair that the equally eager to fuck Rachelle was already pulling up between her and the young man. She gestured as she went about the table, introducing the women, "These are my friends ... Rachelle, Tamara, Sophie, and Wei ... and I'm Paula."

As Wei quickly explained that her name sounded like a direction -- That way, she said with a laugh before explaining its spelling -- Carly was again looking hard into Erik's eyes at the giving of a pseudonym for herself. He couldn't know, of course, that all five female names were the women's play names. They used these faux names because you just never knew when one of them might discover that their young lover was a friend, acquaintance, or coworker of one of their children, as each of the five were mothers; and, of course, there was always the possibility that issues might arise which would lead one of them to wanting to just slip away from a new lover without her identity being known, particularly if it was a case of preserving their marriage, as three of the women -- Rachelle, Tamara, and Sophie -- were, in fact, still married.

"We were just having some drinks before we went dancing," Rachelle said, her words an invitation to all three of the young men, though she was looking directly into Scott's eyes. She glanced about to the others, adding, "Presuming you are all at least 21 years old...?"

Even though it was phrased as an inquiry about whether or not the men were able to get into a 21 and over dance club, Rachelle was actually simply looking for the youngest of the three. Rachelle liked'em young ... her description. Often, she'd shown great patience in waiting for a young stud of interest to reach the legal age of 18, simply to be his first. The others, they liked a man who knew his way around a woman's body but were still young and virile enough to go all night long.

Carly knew that Rachelle's instant infatuation with Scott would shift suddenly if she was to learn that Adam was instead the youngest and, presumably, the least experienced. She looked away from Erik to study the other women for a moment. Most people would have suspected a problem with the unequal numbers: 5 women, 3 men. But what most people wouldn't have known was that, at one time or another, each of the five women present had shared one of their playthings with one of the others. In fact, on one occasion all five of them had shared a trio of young men; and on another, they'd taken their turns with just a single man, an event that their toy was probably still talking about to his friends to this day, six years later.

Carly looked back to Erik, asking softly, "So ... dancing?"

 

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Erik went along with Carly's lies, nodding and saying, "Yeah. Why do you think I've been getting high marks?" Which was a bold lie. Erik was, if anything, gifted when it came to sciences. He weakest parts were math and grammar which is why his PSAT scores had discouraged him from even bothering to think about anything outside of community college. So far he'd scored a B average without even knowing what chapter they were on, but it worked well for his friend who knew him as a slacker who somehow ended up the Bio and Chem teachers' pet.

When the subject of 21 was brought up, it was Scott, the ladies man, who covered for all the under age men. "Oh, you're so kind." He said with a smile, "These two are, but if you want to mistake me for 21?" said the 18 year old, "Then I'm going to buy YOU the drink." Little did he know, Rachelle was happy to play along.

With Adam, the youngest and most virginal of the group, telegraphing his freshest meat status, he quickly found himself being address by Rachelle. She'd moved in like a hawk claiming a frightened bunny and the others decided to shift to Scott who was all but spitting Testosterone.

Carly looked back to Erik, asking softly, "So ... dancing?"

Erik felt he would have to deal with Scott beating him within an inch of his life if he was to be the stick in the mud. And, with him now entertaining three women that Erik could only assume he was hoping to bed all at one time, he just nodded. "Sure thing, Pamela." Having already forgotten her pseudonym. Pam Anderson was stuck in his mind and thankfully Scott jabbed him saying, "Paula." then right into Erik's ear, "Like Paula Patton?"

Clearly Scott had a mnemonic device in place.

With that the ladies all took the men off to the club where they were willing to buy the drink, knowing they were liquoring up under aged men. Erik was surprised that after a few drink Adam was almost charming. He was explaining something about the plot of Game of Thrones and it seemed that Rachelle was hanging on every word... Odd.

A look over at Scott trying to dance with 3 women at once, also gave Erik pause. Finally he looked to 'Paula' and shouted over the music. "Want to go outside?!" It wasn't really a question.

Erik led his girlfriend's mom to the patio where they could finally talk. He'd been nursing the rum and coke Carly/Paula had bought him feeling like everything he did or was asked to do was a test. Now that he had the MILF alone he found a fairly secluded spot on the fence that separated the people on the patio from those still trying to get inside the club.

"Wooow. Paula, eh? So... what's up with that?"

He gave Paula time to explain, for whatever she felt he needed to know and asked what was really on his mind.

"So, what's the deal? Or, rather, what's the game? You said two weeks, and now you're here with your crew of cougars hitting on my friends. Are you TRYING to punish me or something? Because I've done what you asked. I even made your daughter cry! But I didn't touch her, and now I feel like I'm being punished - so, what's your game, Paula?"

 

[CarlyConners]

Carly was still nursing her first drink, never one for overindulging on alcohol whenphysical intentions were imminent. She listened to Erik's questions and implications of how she seemed to be playing games with him, then very simply said to him, "I want to suck your cock ... right here, right now."

That made him go quiet, a stunned look on his face. She found a railing within reach and set aside the tumbler from which she'd nearly drained her vodka drink. Reaching to Erik's belt to unfasten it, she continued, "Take off your jacket and put it on the ground before you. I don't want to ruin my stockings."

If Erik didn't stop her, Carly would continue onward ... unbuckling, unbuttoning, and unzipping his pants ... dropping to her knees ... pulling out his cock ... taking it into her mouth...

 

[Tx_Liquor]

Erik half wondered if he was imagining things, and half wondered if Carly was bluffing. Was this another test? Another game? But when she started to undo his pants he looked around, if people looked their way they would be seen but for the most part they were at least 50% as secluded as one could be in a club.

And still, she undid his pants. A part of him wanted to call her bluff, do as she said and see how far she'd go. The other part of him wanted to stop her, reassure Carly of his feeling for Emma. In the end, he took off his jacket and put it on the ground, actually making sure the sleeves were lined up to give added layers for comfort for Carly's knees.

And that's when he reached the point of no return. The moment her lips touched his rock hard member he had lost all sense of reason. He put his own drink on the fence and tried to stifle a moan as he grabbed something to keep him stationary. Before now he didn't even know that a blow job could be more than a blow job, but now he was learning that there was more than one way to suck a cock.

"Oh fuck..." he whispered, trying to figure out what to do with his other hand. This was happening. His girlfriend's mom was massaging his dick with her lips at a club... He had to remind himself to breathe so as not to just blow his load right then and there.

All his self control and physed self discipline came into sharp focus. Erik even thought back to articles he'd read in Maxium and Playboy about not thinking about his orgasm at all. Even thinking about not cuming was thinking about cuming, so he started to make a mental check list instead and think back to things Carly had said.

Two weeks. A weekend of Joy. He forced himself to recall. Two weeks is 14 days. Minus 3? for - God, what is she doing now?!? - Now. 14 - 3 is the best blow job - Fuck, focus... 14 - 3... 14 - 3... Her mouth is soo - 10 is 13 - 3... 11! Yes, 14 - 3 is 11... How good would her pussy feel right now? Shit, focus Erik! 11 days... 11 more day or 0 days... Don't cum! Don't let her thinking you're a two pump chump! Fuck I'm going to cum! No. 11 Days. There are 5 days in a week plus weekendsgodIwannacum- two week of 5 days and a weekend is - I can't hold on.

Erik shifted his hips, his free hand finally finding something to do as it touched the raven locks of Carly's hair. "Carly... I'm... Waitwaitwait... Okay. You don't-" He wanted to tell her he was going to cum. He wanted to tell her stop. He wanted to warn her. In many ways he assumed he had, but he didn't want her to stop. He did, but he didn't. It was all so confusing and exhilarating and wrong but soo right.

 

[CarlyConners]

Erik may have felt hesitance, but Carly hadn't. She lowered herself to her knees upon his folded jacket, grasped the base of the already hard cock that had flopped out through the fly of his boxers, and took four inches of his above average length and girth into her warm, wet mouth. This was something at which Carly was very good, as was obvious by Erik's immediate groans.

The hand encircling the young man's cock gave way to Carly's lips as -- with each back and forth of her head -- she took more of his shaft into her mouth. Soon, his entire length was finding comfort beyond her lips, with just two tiny bouts of gag interrupting her for a moment. Her free hand had already found his dangling, twitching balls which she was fondling gently; and her now-free second hand slipped up inside his boxers to grasp a muscular ass cheek, holding Erik tightly as she increased the speed and depth of the oral.

She suspected it wouldn't take long to get him off, and she was right. Honestly, Erik had held out longer than Carly had expected, but then his cock leaped in her mouth, firing it contents. Carly pulled her face back, leaving her lips around his head and an inch or so beyond it as she reached to his shaft and pumped him furiously. She continued to stroke his cock and fondle his balls as the taste of his ejaculate flooded her mouth. Carly didn't cease her work upon his member until the jerks of it slowed and finally ceased. Then, pulled her mouth back until the bulb of him was all remaining in her warm lips, she swallowed.

"Like...?" she asked softly as she grasped Erik's arms to lift herself back to her feet. She began putting him back together again -- button, zipper, belt -- as she looked into his ecstasy filled face. She licked a wayward drop of his cum from the edge of her lip, then moved in closer to kiss Erik. She whispered, "We should go back inside, lover."