TITLE    : Elaine & Seline Ch. 02
STORYID  : elaine-and-seline-ch-02_2006
SUMMARY  : Daughter catches him with her mom.
AUTHOR   : Wolf Bennington@lit
DATE     : 2006-03-09
CATEGORY : exhibitionist-voyeur
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<i>This is a continuation of the story started in Part 1. If you haven't read that first, this is not going to mean a lot to you beyond being a nice stroke story...</i>



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As I looked at Elaine's nicely-curved but firm sweet ass, I saw her arch her back farther and spread her knees a bit more. The result was that her cheeks opened a little more and the fucked-swollen lips of her sex &#x2013; still shiny with our combined juices &#x2013; opened in a vertical smile. With my hands on her hips and my face about a foot from her puckered backdoor, I couldn't help but wonder if she'd EVER been in such a position before. Knowing her history wither her recently separated husband, I was sure she hadn't been in this position for more than twenty years. Before that? Maybe. But 20 years is a long time and if she ever HAD been in this position before it had been so long ago that she'd forgotten how good a tongue between her legs could feel. Well, she was about to get a reminder &#x2013; or a new experience that she'd hopefully never forget.



As I leaned forward, Elaine dropped down onto her elbows, raising her ass at an even better angle for my tongue, and closed her eyes. I wanted to tease her as much as please her, so I took my time. I'm sure she could feel my hot breath as I inhaled and exhaled, enjoying the musky scent of sex wafting from her. I saw a shiver dance through her body as I put a hand on either cheek of her ass and forced them even farther apart, knowing how vulnerable this would make her feel, but also knowing how much she'd love that feeling. Several more times I breathed in and out, the hot breeze of each exhale causing her to moan softly. Soon she was pushing her hips back against my hands, trying to gain some contact... some stimulation... some pleasure.



The first contact of my tongue on her body was directly onto her tight rosebud &#x2013; not penetrating her at all &#x2013; but definitely providing the hot wet sensation she was craving. Her flinch away was accompanied by a sharp gasp followed by only the slightest of hesitations before she shoved her hips back against me with a deep guttural moan. Ah, she'd become my sex toy Elaine. Having done without sex for so long, she now craved it in any way she could manage. My tongue in her ass was a new dirty delight to her and she groaned out her pleasure each time my stiff tongue slid into her most private of places. As I rimmed her ass, I used my right hand to add pleasure to her pussy and saw that I was having the desired affect. Her upper body collapsed down onto the floor and her eyes clenched shut as her hips humped back against my tongue and hand.



I used my right thumb to penetrate her slippery pussy, and turned my hand under her so that I could use my index finger and middle finger to rub her stiff clit. Between the stimulation she was getting on both sides of her clit and my tongue tickling her backdoor, she was soon constantly groaning as another orgasm built within her.



Out of the corner of my eye I caught some movement, and without stopping what I was doing I turned my head just enough to look in that direction. I nearly choked when I saw Seline watching us from the bathroom, all but hidden behind the bathroom door. The motion I'd seen was her opening the door slightly so that she could see more. My initial reaction was to panic. I had always tried to treat both Elaine and Seline with respect. Now here Seline caught me tongue-fucking her mom after I had just pumped her full of cum in the home's foyer. I almost stopped what I was doing so that Elaine and I could try to explain. Then two things hit me:



1) Seline wasn't even supposed to be home. She was supposed to be spending the night at a friend's house, and 2) Seline's right hand was buried in her own sex under her short bath robe.



Almost as fast as I'd panicked I realized that Seline was as deprived as her mother had been and was excited beyond description as she watched her mother surrender herself to uninhibited pleasure. "Let her watch," I thought to myself. "Maybe she'll want some later," a voice in the back of my brain said.



Redoubling my efforts, I quickened the pace of my hand on Elaine's dripping cunt and continued to tongue-fuck her ass. Within moments her orgasm washed through her and it seemed like her entire body convulsed as she pushed her hips back harder than she had before &#x2013; almost knocking me down the damn stairs! I hung on tightly with my left hand and road the bronco, loving every moment as her body was racked with pleasure. By the time her orgasm was over she was covered with a sheen of sweat and her breathing sounded like she'd just run a marathon.



I stood behind her, gently caressing her ass, as she regained her composure &#x2013; what there was to be had of it. I saw the bathroom door close out of the corner of my eye, and didn't say anything to Elaine about it. When she could breath almost normally again Elaine said, "Oh my God that was so good. I never knew that my ass could be pleased in such a way."



"That's only the beginning," I said with a smile. Opening her eyes she looked back over her shoulder at me and smiled.



"I know," she grinned. "I feel tired and energized all at the same time. Let's go get in the shower and play some more. Maybe you can relax and let me pleasure you this time."



I stepped back down a step so that she had room to get up, and then took the hand she offered to follow her into her bedroom. I made a point of closing the door behind us. I figured Seline was probably just not out for the evening yet and, at least for now, it was better for all of us if Elaine didn't know that her daughter had just seen her cum as a result of my tongue and hand. As open as she was quickly becoming to uninhibited sex, I didn't know what kind of reaction she'd have to Seline seeing her naked and well... so raunchy.



Elaine didn't even notice that I'd closed the door. She kept walking, leading me into the bathroom and opened the door to the "over sized shower". She wasn't kidding. The thing was as big as my whole bathroom at home and had three shower heads. After adjusting the water for the center showerhead, Elaine pushed on two levers and the other two showerheads began spraying the steaming water as well. Turning into me she embraced me tightly, one arm around me; one hand reaching to stroke my cock; and her mouth crushing against mine to taste her own flavors on my lips and tongue. It wasn't, apparently, anything that she found distasteful as she pressed the kiss even harder and showed her aggression through her hand stroking my length.



Within just a few moments she had added some type of scented liquid body bath to her stroking and everything was nicely slick. My cock was recovering nicely and her body felt fantastic everywhere I could touch. As her hand continued to caress my stiffening length, I heard her hot whispers in my ear... "Down stairs was for us... at the top of the stairs was for me... in the shower will be for you..." Her intentions were clear. No matter how she chose to go about it, I was going to put next to know effort into reaching my next orgasm, and I was looking forward to it.



Moving her body around mine, she ended up behind me... her right hand stroking my now fully erect manhood, while her left hand traveled my body, tweaking, tickling, caressing, squeezing. At one point she was milking me with one hand while squeezing my balls with the other, as if she could squeeze out my cum. Life was easy for me... I closed my eyes, reached my hands back to play with whatever I could reach, and relaxed into the pleasure her hands were providing.



I almost started to feel guilty at taking so long to cum... I had already cum once downstairs, and getting her to cum was pretty easy, but women can be blessed like that I guess. It took a good fifteen minutes of her stroking, caressing, squeezing and playing to get me to launch my second load of the evening. When I felt my orgasm approaching I let her know in hushed groans... and I felt her move so that she could watch my cock squirt, never slowing her stroke.



When my orgasm flooded through me I could control neither the groaning nor the pressure of her hand on my length, and as my cum flew (more distance than I'm used to I have to say), I felt her match the rhythm of her stroking to each jet of my juice as it flew. Something like ten strokes / squirts later, she was easing up and my orgasm was starting to pass.



"Mmmmmmm," I heard her giggle as she milked out the final drops, "Next time you'll have to do that ON me instead of on my shower floor."



"Your wish," I said through a smile and closed eyes. The "is my command" part was implied.



We stayed in the shower until the hot water began to run out, rubbing our soapy bodies together; using the slickness of the soap to gently caress each other everywhere. Her breast augementation surgery had been expertly done. I could find no scars and her chest felt perfectly natural to me. Her nipples stayed constantly erect and I enjoyed watching her cum a couple of times, small quiet orgasms, as a result of me pinching her nipples through the soap lather.



As the hot water ran out and the shower began to cool, we rinsed off and stepped out to the biggest softest towels I'd ever encountered. We played at drying each other off for a few minutes and then gave up on it... we were getting no where. I dried my own body as I watched her dry her sexy curves. When we were both dry I watched her hang her towel and then let her take mine to hang as well.



Taking me by the hand she led me to her bead... a king size bed with a wonderfully soft comforter and too many pillows. Shortly, the pillows were mostly on the floor, the comforter was a mess and we were spent once again. We made love in every position either of us could think of, and as she enjoyed close to a dozen orgasms, it took me nearly an hour to reach my third.



As we lay recovering our breath, I was quite surprised to hear her say, "That was fantastic. I can't wait to see you again tomorrow." In my mind I thought, 'see me tomorrow? Was I going somewhere?' She must have seen the puzzled look on my face because she explained what she said, what she meant and why she had said it. Apparently, having just separated from her husband of FAR too many years (her emphasis), she didn't want to become emotionally attached to another man anytime soon. While she enjoyed our friendship and had certainly enjoyed (with me) the best sex she'd had in the better part of two decades, she wanted to keep our relationship at the "friends with benefits" stage for now.



Hm. There was a part of me that had hurt feelings. I liked this woman A LOT. I could easily see us getting involved in a long term romance. But I could also completely understand how she wanted to wait some time before even thinking about that and, truth be told, I had no intention of ever getting married again. I enjoyed my solitude way too much to give it up wholesale.



So, we took our time recovering, showering again &#x2013; though with a lot less sexuality even though we did play some &#x2013; and went downstairs to get our clothes. She had put on a thick terri-cloth robe and stood watching me as I pulled on my clothes, socks and shoes. When I finished she stepped into me for a hug and kiss, her arms strong around me, her breasts firm against me, and her tongue aggressively searching mine out.



When she pulled her head back to break the kiss, she looked up at me and said, "See you tomorrow at class?"



"Yes, ma'am," I answered simply.



"And after?" she continued.



"If you want," I replied.



"Oh, I want," she said with a devilish grin. "Until it gets boring."



"We'll have to work against that," I said with a grin of my own.



"Have sweet dreams?" she said both as a statement and as a question.



"I will," I assured her. I knew what I'd be dreaming about. "You too?"



"Oh, yeah," she said with a big grin this time. "My pussy is still throbbing and that will inspire great dreams all night."



"Glad to be of service, ma'am," I said jokingly.



"Glad to be serviced," she joked back.



Then, with another kiss, I headed out. I heard her shut and lock the door behind me. On the drive home I wondered about her and what she'd be doing that evening before going to sleep. Yeah, I'd cum three times but the memories made me horny again and I had the feeling I'd stroke off at least once before going to sleep that night. Then my thoughts wandered to Seline... what she had seen; what she'd been doing; and what she might want to do in the future. Could I go there? She was of age... but with what had just happened between her mom and I, I didn't think I could do her. It'd be hard to say no, but I was sure I could maintain my composure.



Home was what it was supposed to be. Quiet. As I slipped into my bed naked and relaxed to fall asleep, I enjoyed the memories of how Elaine had felt; how she had tasted; how she had stroked me and ridden me; how she had groaned, mumbled, screamed and demanded; how she had been so completely uninhibited and sexually open. We still had plenty of ground to cover before she'd be "caught up" in her sex life... but I was looking forward to all of it. 

