WICKed Hormones Ch. 14

Literotic asexstories – WICKed Hormones Ch. 14 by RTR9209,RTR9209 WICKed Hormones

By RTR9209©

***DISCLAIMER***

This story is a complete work of fiction and intended for entertainment purposes only. All sexual participants are eighteen years of age or older.

***AUTHOR’S NOTES***

Once again, I want to thank everyone for their continued interest and positive feedback. I also appreciate everyone’s patience, as lately, there has not been as much free time for me to write as when I first began this project.

I want to give an extra special thanks to Ms.Oedipus_Sex for lending her superior writing talents and sacrificing her valuable and limited time to edit and help make this chapter a much better piece to read than I ever could have on my own.

Just so you all know… Chapter 15 is in the works and will be released as soon as possible. Until then, take care, and I hope you enjoy…

CHAPTER 14

Mists of moist vapor wafted wispily up towards the steadily humming ceiling fan as it exhausted the steam clouds still lingering in the hotel bathroom. Beneath the droning vent, Karen also hummed softly as she sat on the tub’s edge in wistful bliss, her supple lips and subtle hands sucking and stroking her son’s throbbing penis with a steady, motherly, tender care.

Karen had just showered and was dressed in a casual, light summer dress for the return trip home from Atlanta. She’d been in the bathroom doing her hair and applying some makeup when Jacob approached her from behind and asked her for assistance with another one of his painful erections. Since Robert left to go to the downstairs lobby to checkout, the dutiful mother reckoned there’d be enough time to relieve her son and agreed to help.

“Wow, Mom…that feels awesome!” Jacob grunted several minutes into her blowjob. “I’m almost…there!”

Karen tightened her grip on her boy’s swelling shaft and began bobbing her head determinedly at a faster tempo, causing her long ponytail to swish side-to-side across her back.

Jacob placed his hands on his mother’s shoulders and bellowed, “Oh yeah, Mom!! Here it…here it…coommmeeesss!!!”

Karen moaned with delight as Jacob’s cock violently twitched and blasted his thick, morning load of seed into her hungry mouth. She greedily gulped down the syrupy sweet cock-concoction produced by her son’s oversized, pulsing testicles until she felt her belly sufficiently filled.

Once the flow had subsided, Karen pulled back to find that some of her high-protein liquid breakfast had escaped her mouth and dribbled onto the swells of her boobs hidden underneath her yellow cotton dress. After licking the sticky residue from her red-painted lips, she looked up at Jacob and asked softly, “Feel better, Sweetie?”

Sporting a goofy grin, Jacob nodded and replied, “Yes, ma’am… much better!”

Karen smiled and whispered, “Good boy.” She then pinched the shaft of Jacob’s cock right beneath the glans and lapped up the last pearly drops of cum that oozed from its slit. After swallowing, she looked up at her son and added, “You’d better go back to your room and get dressed now…your dad could be back up here any minute!”

Before Jacob could reply, Robert’s voice called out from just outside the bathroom door. “Karen? Karen!!”

Suddenly the sleeping mother jerked awake. Karen looked around, a bit confused to find herself in the front passenger seat of their Ford Expedition, the world outside a bright, sunny blur as it sped by along the highway. Once her eyes adjusted, she then quickly glanced down and felt relief to see that there was no evidence of any semen stains on her yellow dress…it had all been just another crazy dream.

With concern, Robert asked again, “Honey? You alright?”

“Yes, Sweetheart,” Karen replied as she tried to gather her thoughts and wipe any traces of drool from her painted lips. “I’m…I’m fine…I was just umm…having a dream…I think.”

Robert responded with a slight chuckle, “A dream? With the way you were moaning and gripping my hand, I’d say it was more like a nightmare. What was it about?”

Karen looked down to find that her left hand was holding Robert’s, with their fingers interlocked. She replied, “It was about uhh…Jake.”

“Jake?” Robert asked with curiosity.

“Yes…” she replied, with a nod. Trying to think up a fib, Karen looked over her left shoulder to the rear seats. There, she saw their son sitting in the seat behind Robert, wearing his noise-canceling headphones as he played a video game, oblivious to the world. She looked back to her husband and continued, “…it was from years ago, when I’d dropped him off for his first day of kindergarten. He was so scared that morning, and his little hand held onto mine with a death grip. It was so heartbreaking…I think I was crying in my dream.”

Robert looked back to the road and shook his head. “This is about last night… isn’t it?”

“Last night?” Karen asked cautiously with some apprehension hoping that her husband’s memory from the previous evening at the hotel had still been a blur. “What about last night?”

Robert shrugged. “Well, I guess I should say the entire weekend, really. It’s pretty obvious that this trip’s made you realize that Jake’ll be going off to college the year after next. However, you still see him as your vulnerable baby boy, and the thought of him going off on his own scares you to death.”

With relief that Robert’s memory appeared to be none the wiser, Karen sighed and looked down. “He’ll always be my baby no matter what, but I guess you’re right.” Turning her gaze back to her husband, she added, “It’s just so hard letting go.”

“Tell me about it,” Robert replied. “I went through the same thing with Rachel. For years she was ‘Daddy’s Little Princess’ and it ripped my heart out to watch her leave.” He then added, chuckling, “Of course, she then had to go and betray me and stomp my heart out when she decided to attend Georgia and not Georgia Tech!”

Karen scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Honey…Rachel didn’t betray you. You’re her father…she’ll always love you. She simply felt that Athens would be a better fit for her…the same as it was for me.”

Robert looked up into the rearview mirror and caught a glance of his son in the seat behind him. “Well, hopefully, Jake’ll follow in his father’s footsteps and join the list of Mitchell men who’ve graduated from Tech.” He turned to Karen and asked, “He did seem to enjoy the whole visit, don’t you think?”

Karen nodded and answered emphatically, “Yes, I think he did very much.” She then added, “In fact, I overheard Jake tell the Bishops’ son Jimmy at dinner last night how impressed he was with the campus, the facilities, and the professors he met with.”

Robert smiled, “Really? Well, that’s good to hear. Maybe for once, things’ll swing in my favor.”

Squeezing Robert’s hand, Karen stated, “Now, Honey…I want you to promise me that you won’t impose any unnecessary pressure on Jake concerning which college he ought to attend. You should be a neutral party regarding this, the same as I am.” Even as the loving wife said these words, deep in her heart, she still hoped Jacob would choose Georgia, like his sister.

His smile dropping to a frown, Robert replied, “And what about Rachel? She’s been pushing Jake towards Georgia for months now.”

Karen nodded. “I’ve already discussed this with our daughter, and she’s agreed to lay off. You both need to understand that the choice is Jake’s and Jake’s alone. He must choose what’s best for him.” She shook her head and added, “I must say, this competition between you two is getting way out of hand.”

Staring straight ahead at the road, Robert grumbled, “I know…it’s just that it’d be nice not to be outnumbered for once. Plus, I remember how proud my dad was when I decided to attend his alma mater, and I was hoping to experience that same kind of pride with at least one of our kids.”

Karen replied, “Honey, there’s still a good chance you will…we’ll just have to be patient, trust the good Lord, and see.”

Robert turned his head to the right and found Karen staring at him intently, and quickly got lost in her warm, hazel eyes. His loving wife was giving him ‘the look’, which never failed to disarm him and make him feel like everything would be alright. He turned back straight and mumbled with a sigh, “Okay…okay! I guess you’re right…as always.”

After a few seconds of silence, Karen scooched over in her seat to get closer to her husband. “Here’s an idea…how about I make you a deal?”

Looking at Karen from the corner of his eye, Robert asked, “A deal? What kind of deal?”

Karen leaned in towards Robert and whispered seductively, “The kind of deal where I agree to do that…thing.” She then bit her bottom lip and arched her eyebrow.

To ensure he understood his wife correctly, Robert cut his eyes and asked with growing interest, “What thing exactly?”

Tracing her index finger along Robert’s forearm, Karen answered innocently, “You knoooow…the thing. You’ve been bugging me to do it for years now, but I’ve always refused.” For a split second, her gaze turned back to Jacob seated behind them, to make sure he was still oblivious as to what his parents were up to up front.

Robert’s eyes went wide with disbelief. “You’re joking!” He turned his head towards Karen and asked, “Aren’t you?”

Karen shook her head. “No…I’m not joking…not one bit.”

“Wait a second,” Robert responded. “The last time that I brought it up with you, you said just the mere thought of doing that made you…and I think your exact words were…’sick to my stomach’!”

Karen replied, “Oh, believe me…it still does.” Seeing the look of dejection on her husband’s face, she quickly added, “However, in this instance…and because I love you so much…I’d be willing to do it.”

A smile crept on Robert’s face. “So let me get this straight. If I agree not to pressure Jake on his decision, you’d be willing to pull for Georgia Tech against Georgia in this year’s football game?”

“Uh-huh!” Karen replied with a nod.

“And you’ll even wear a Georgia Tech jersey?” Robert asked, hopefully.

Karen sighed and closed her eyes, “Yes, Sweetheart…I’ll even wear a jersey.” The former Bulldog cheerleader felt as if she was making a deal with Satan himself.

“Sounds good to me!” Robert replied with a goofy grin and a nod.

“But!” Karen emphasized while holding up her index finger, “You also have to promise me that if Jake ultimately chooses Georgia, you’ll be happy and support him in his final decision. That includes no grumbling…no complaining…of any kind.”

Robert thought for a few seconds and then said, “Okay…you drive a hard bargain…but you got yourself a deal!”

With a big smile, Karen replied, “Deal!” Satisfied with that matter finally settled, she looked outside the window for the first time since waking from her nap and suddenly realized they were on a two-lane country road. Confused, she asked, “By the way…where are we?” Looking back at Robert, she added with some concern, “Shouldn’t we be on the interstate?”

Robert answered, “Normally, yes, but while you were napping, we ran up on a bad car wreck that had traffic backed up for miles. Luckily, I was able to get off at the nearest exit. I decided on taking the back roads for the rest of the way home.”

“Do you even know where we are?” Karen asked, looking out the window and seeing no signs of civilization.

Robert nodded, “Yes, of course.” He pointed towards the tree line on the right side of the road and continued, “About ten miles that way is a lake my dad used to take us fishing to when I was a kid. We spent many weekends there camping and catching lots of catfish and white bass.”

“I bet you were quite the little fisherman back in the day,” Karen said with a smile as she turned to face forward.

“I did alright,” Robert replied. “My dad was the real angler in the family. Fishing was his passion.”

Karen shifted around in her seat and grimaced a bit. Noticing his wife’s discomfort, Robert asked, “You okay?”

“Yeah,” Karen replied. “I’ve had a slight twinge in my back since I got up this morning. I think falling asleep in this seat may have aggravated it even more; now I feel it even lower—” She caught herself mid-sentence before she revealed more than she wanted.

Luckily, Robert cut her off, “Could be from that hotel mattress. I tell ya…the older I get, the more I prefer to be home, sleeping in our own bed!”

Karen felt her cheeks blush as she squirmed some more in her seat and pulled the hem of her skirt that had ridden up her legs over her knees. Little did her oblivious husband know, but the source of the discomfort in her back (and rear end) was not the hotel bed…at least not entirely. It was mainly due to the fact that their son had bent her nearly in half while thoroughly pounding her into the said mattress with his insanely oversized, ramrod of a cock. Jacob’s enthusiastic spanking of her behind had also left her butt sore and, hopefully, she thought, hadn’t left too much of a mark.

The illicit yet foggy memory of the previous night’s debauchery caused a slight quiver in Karen’s still-aching vagina that even now was still leaking Jacob’s virile seed into her panties. All of her husband’s talk of fishing put the disconcerting picture in Karen’s mind that, at that moment, millions of their son’s ‘little tadpoles’ were deep inside of her, swimming around looking for her egg. Unable to look Robert in the eye, all Karen could reply was, “Yeah…I have to agree with you on that.”

Looking over at Karen, Robert offered, “You know…I still have some of that Naproxen in my bag. There’s a convenience store not far from here. If you want, we can stop over there and get you something to drink.”

“How much longer ’til we get home?” Karen asked as she shifted again. The mention of the chief cause of last night’s insanity wasn’t helping her unease, hitting so close to home as it did.

Robert answered, “Going this way? Most likely an hour and a half…maybe two.”

Karen sighed. “I may just have to take you up on that.” She really didn’t want to take any blue pill, Naproxen or otherwise, and was hoping to change the subject.

“Alright,” Robert replied. “I wouldn’t mind getting a snack myself.”

“A snack?” Karen asked with surprise (and relief that Robert had shifted the conversation). “We just had lunch before we left Atlanta.”

“Did someone say snack?” Jacob called out from the back seat. “I could go for something to eat!”

Robert looked in the rearview mirror and asked, “Jake…How on earth did you even hear that? I thought those were noise-canceling headphones!”

Karen looked over at Robert and replied, “What’d you expect? He’s a teenaged boy, and they all have some sort of superhuman radar hearing whenever the subject of food is mentioned! Don’t forget that you yourself were that age once.”

Robert chuckled, “That’s true.”

A while later, as Robert parked the Expedition by the fuel pump, he commented, “I may as well go ahead and fill ‘er up while we’re here…the tank’s getting pretty low.”

Karen leaned forward as she looked out the front windshield. Seeing the rustic look of the place, with only one other vehicle around, she asked, “Honey…is this place even open?”

“Yeah, of course, it’s open,” Robert replied, putting the vehicle in park and shutting off the ignition.

Jacob scoffed, “Uh…Dad. I think the director of that old film ‘Deliverance’ called, and he wants his movie set returned.” The comment caused Karen to giggle.

“Hardy har-har!” Robert replied sarcastically as he unbuckled his seat belt. “I’ll have you know this is a great place. We used to stop by here when I was a kid before heading out to the lake. It may be a bit dated, but ‘The Crawdaddy’ has all kinds of cool stuff that you just don’t see anymore. In fact…it looks like it hasn’t changed a bit since the last time I saw it.”

The old establishment was more than a bit dated and dilapidated-looking. Its appearance was like that of a log cabin, and it had been built sometime in the 1960’s. It was an old-fashioned combination of a grocery store, gas station, bait, tackle, and gift shop…a throwback to a simpler and more innocent time. Robert couldn’t help but feel a wave of nostalgia washing over him as memories of his childhood came flooding back.

Karen grabbed her purse and commented, “Well, I’m going to the lady’s room while we’re here.” She then turned to Robert and asked, “They do have restrooms, I hope?”

“Sure, they do,” Robert replied as he unlocked the doors for her to exit.

“Good, because I need to go, too,” Jacob stated as he also debarked the vehicle.

“That’s fine,” Robert responded. “But you’ll need to get the key first.”

“The key?” Jacob asked, a bit confused.

“Yeah…the key.” Robert nodded. “These older places always have the restrooms on the outside of the building, and since they keep ’em locked, you’ll need a key to get in. Just go ask the cashier. I’ll meet y’all inside the store when I’m finished out here.”

As mother and son walked side by side toward the old building, Jacob commented, “Mom? Let me know if you hear any ‘duelin’ banjos’.”

Karen giggled as she put her arm around Jacob’s shoulder, “Very funny!” She then pulled her son tight to her side and joked in an exaggerated Southern accent, “But we best stay close together, ya hear? Just to be safe…” They both broke out into fits of laughter.

The restroom was just what you’d expect from an establishment of that era: a small room with one toilet, sink, wall mirror, and a single light bulb hanging from the ceiling…accompanied by a weird, musky smell. Being as old and simple as it was, Karen found it satisfactory to meet her immediate needs but still far below what she would deem to be modern standards. She resigned herself to the fact that, in this situation, beggars couldn’t be choosers.

Hitching up her light summer dress skirt, Karen pulled her panties to her knees and squatted…taking the opportunity to sneak a quick glance at the gusset of her underwear. Sure enough, the tell-tale stains of her son’s semen that had been leaking out of her all morning were there. Guilt mixed with pleasure as Karen eased her bladder, at the same time feeling a slight quiver in her vaginal canal from the thought of Jacob’s seed that was still inside her. After perfunctorily answering nature’s call, Karen brushed aside the worrying thoughts that lingered in her mind and now threatened to bubble up. She ignored the unmistakable *plop!* of what she knew to be another wad of her son’s sperm that had oozed out of her and dropped into the toilet bowl and quickly flushed her pee and Jacob’s wicked bodily fluids evidence away. Wishing to escape the dingy restroom as soon as possible, Karen wiped herself off, pulled her panties back up, and let her skirt down— only to be annoyed by the fact that there was no soap or towels at the sink and thus had to make do rinsing her hands in the dubious water from the faucet.

Just as she opened the door to leave, Karen was shocked to find Jacob standing right outside. “Oh, my goodness!!” the startled mom gasped. “Jake…you scared the living daylights out of me! What are you doing here?”

“Nothing, Mom…just waiting for my turn,” Jacob replied.

“Your turn?” Karen asked. “Jake…in case you hadn’t noticed…this is the lady’s room.”

Jacob nodded. “I know., but the guy behind the counter said that the men’s room was out of order, and I’d have to use this one.”

Karen shrugged her shoulders. “Oh, okay…well then, I’ll leave you to it and go meet up with your father.” She held out the restroom key and asked, “Would you mind returning this when you’re done?”

“Actually…” Jacob said as he stepped in closer, preventing his mother from exiting the restroom. “I don’t really need to go right now…that was sort of a cover.”

“A cover?” Karen enquired, eying him suspiciously.

“Yeah,” Jacob replied. “Here’s the thing, Mom…I could really use your help right about now…” He glanced down at the lump that had formed in the crotch of his shorts.

Karen’s eyes widened when she saw the twitching bulge. “Oh, my goodness! Jake…you have got to be kidding me!” Trying to keep her voice down, she added, “I helped you finish like six times last night…you should’ve been good for at least the next couple of days!”

Jacob shrugged, “I don’t know, Mom. Maybe there’s still a little bit of those… ‘vitamins’ in my system. Besides…you know how this thing is…it has a mind of its own.”

Karen huffed, then responded, “Yes…I’m well aware.” She crossed her arms underneath her big boobs and added, “But Jake…this would be way too risky. Maybe you could take care of that thing yourself when we get home.”

Jacob replied, “You heard what Dad said…we’re still two hours away from the house, and it’s already starting to hurt… I can’t wait that long!” He then pleaded, “Come on, Mom…please??”

Karen chewed her bottom lip as she contemplated on how to proceed. She had to decide whether to degrade herself and risk getting caught ‘relieving’ her son in a backwoods gas station restroom, or roll the dice and hope Robert wouldn’t notice the incredibly large bulge in his son’s pants.

Karen uncrossed her arms, poked her head outside the restroom, and looked in the direction of the gas pumps. “Where’s your father right now?” She asked softly.

“He’s still filling up the Expedition,” Jacob replied with hope. “He might be taking a while…you know that thing has a fuel tank the size of Lake Blackshear!”

Karen reluctantly made her decision. She ignored the thought that probably right after her husband Robert finished filling up their huge SUV, their son Jacob would be filling her up with another one of his huge loads. Taking one last look around to ensure that the coast was clear, Karen whispered, “Okay.” She then moved aside to allow Jacob’s entry into the restroom. “Get in here, but we have to make this quick…and be quiet!!”

A few moments later, Jacob stood leaning against the locked door with his shorts and underwear around his ankles. He watched as his kneeling mother sucked on his cock while stroking the entire length of his shaft with her right hand. Karen’s lewd slurping noises reverberated and were greatly amplified by the cinder block walls that enclosed the small, dimly lit restroom. Jacob grunted, “That feels great, Mom!”

“Are you about to finish?” Karen asked in a whisper before she began licking and sucking on Jacob’s testicles in a desperate effort to help coax the churning load out of his swollen balls. With each passing moment, the level of her anxiety about getting caught increased…along with unwanted sexual arousal.

“Not yet,” Jacob replied. “Maybe we should try something different? You know…to help speed things along.”

Karen pulled back, releasing Jacob’s nutsack from her mouth, and causing a loud *pop!* noise in the process. While continuing to jack off her son, she looked up at him and replied in a low tone, “Jake…we’re not going to do that right now.”

“Why not?” Jacob asked. “The door’s locked.”

“Well, for starters…” Karen replied, “This is a gas station bathroom, and I simply refuse to lie down on this nasty floor. Plus, unless you’ve forgotten…we’re all out of condoms.”

“No problem!” Jacob responded a little too eagerly. “We can do it standing up…and as far as condoms go…I can pull out, before I finish.”

Karen scoffed, “You mean like how you promised to pull out, last night?”

Jacob quickly replied, “But Mom…that’d been your idea…remember? You told me I could stay inside.”

Karen couldn’t deny that what Jacob said was true. As more fuzzy details from the previous night became clearer, she remembered it had ultimately been her decision for him to unleash the torrential tsunami from his bloated testicles and flood her vulnerably unprotected womb with his virile and potent man seed. On top of all that, she’d had him do it not just once, but twice. Karen blamed her rash choice of action on being under the influence of the radical hormones and overindulgence in wine from dinner. What she didn’t yet know was that on top of all these factors, her sister Brenda’s trial birth control pills that she’d taken had drastically increased her libido.

Karen sighed and nodded, “Well, that may be true, but trust me…I have other reasons for why you can’t put your thing inside me right now.” Seeing the confusion on her son’s face, she huffed and added, “Look…if you must know…I’m still quite sore…down there.” Her face reddened as she whispered, “Your mother’s mommy-bits are gonna need a break…if you know what I mean.” That she was even confessing this to her son caused another spasm in Karen’s pussy, as her ‘mommy-bits’ leaked both her uncontrollable arousal and Jacob’s lingering spunk from her vaginal lips.

Jacob couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride surging within him, knowing that he’d given his smoking-hot mother such a thorough fucking. He then asked with a sly grin, “So…I take it that Dad won’t be getting any ‘action’ for the next day or so?” He immediately regretted his statement as soon he saw the displeased look on his mother’s beautiful face. Trying to skirt away from danger, the teenager quickly diverted the conversation, “I have an idea…how about using your boobs? That always works!”

Karen continued slowly stroking Jacob’s rigid cock as she weighed her options. It was bad enough that she was giving her son a blowjob whilst locked inside an old, dank, gas station restroom, but now she was actually considering taking off her clothes for him. Never in her wildest dreams did the strait-laced Christian wife and mother think that this would be situation in which she’d ever find herself. However, she also knew time was now of the essence. With a huff, she mumbled, “Okay…fine!”

Now seated on the old, porcelain toilet seat, Jacob watched as Karen stood before him and reached behind her back. The teenager smiled when he heard the faint sound of the little zipper going down. He felt his cock twitch as his mother pulled her arms out of the dress and allowed the garment to slide down to her waist, exposing her mouthwatering breasts encased in a lacy, white brassiere.

Karen stared at Jacob’s throbbing penis as she reached behind her with both hands and unfastened the overburdened hooks to her bra. She then pulled the loosened straps off of her shoulders and tossed the undergarment onto the nearby sink. Her big round mommy boobs dropped and wobbled perkily and perfectly-shaped on her chest. Fortunately, the soreness in her nipples from earlier that morning had lessened quite a bit.

Wasting no time, Karen reluctantly squatted down, making sure to gather the hem of her skirt and avoid the dirty bathroom floor. She then wrapped her soft, pillowy breasts around the length of Jacob’s glistening wet tool, and began slowly pumping up and down along his thick, veiny shaft. The combination of her spit and his slimy pre-cum that had mixed together created an excellent make-shift lubricant.

Over the next few minutes, Karen got into a steady rhythm. With each downward plunge, Jacob’s cockhead would pop out from the top of her cleavage and make contact with the heart-shaped pendant containing Rachel and Jacob’s baby photos that Karen wore around her neck.

Jacob was in total awe of the current situation. The fact he was getting a titty fuck from his conservative mother in, of all places, a gas station restroom soon had him teetering on edge. “Wow…” he whispered, whilst staring at the glimmering gold locket bouncing around from tit to tit during Karen’s movements. “You’re the coolest mom, ever!”

Without slowing down, Karen replied suspiciously, “Coolest ever, huh?” She glanced down at her chest, then scoffed and added, “Gee…I wonder why?” She then looked up at her son with her beautiful hazel eyes and added, “Now, come on…no more fooling around. You need to hurry up and finish before your father comes looking for us!”

Jacob nodded, “Yes, Ma’am! I’m getting pretty close…just keep going…like that!” After a couple of moments, Jacob grunted, “Mom…I’m almost there! Can I finish…on your…tits?”

“Jake!” Karen replied in shock, but without slowing down her mammary-ministrations. “Watch your mouth! I must say, your language has been quite horrible this past weekend…that too, is a filthy practice that had better stay in Atlanta!” She then added with a softer tone. “And no, you can’t finish on my breasts…not this time. It’ll make too much of a mess.”

With a shaky voice, Jacob responded, “But I was hoping that you could…ride the rest of the way home…with my stuff on your…BOOOOOOBS!”

Karen let go of her breasts and grabbed a hold of Jacob’s pulsing monstrosity with both of her hands. As she furiously jacked him off, she whispered, “Sorry to disappoint you, Sweetie, but you can’t always get what you want.” She then stared up sexily at Jacob and added with a knowing smirk, “You’ll just have to be satisfied knowing that I’ll be sitting up front with your father the rest of the way home, with all of your little babymakers swimming around in my belly…”

“OHHHH…MYYYY…GOSSSSSHHH…MOMMMMM!!!” Jacob yelped, lifting his butt off the toilet seat and grabbing Karen by the elastic band that held her ponytail together.

Karen wrapped her lips around the crown of her son’s cock, just in time for it to blast rope after rope of his huge, creamy load deep into her waiting mouth and down her gullet, before settling in a thick deposit in her stomach.

Moments later, Jacob sat back against the toilet’s water tank catching his breath. Karen remained squatted on her haunches as she continued sucking and licking on her son’s steadily depleting penis, trying to get every last tasty drop. Her right hand kept stroking on his shaft, while her left hand that had been holding up her skirt had somehow wandered beneath its hem and was now rubbing along her still sore, but thoroughly wet, panty-covered pussy mound.

“Wow, Mom…that was awesome!” her satisfied teenage son whispered huskily.

Suddenly, there was an unwelcome loud knock at the door.

“Karen?” Rob called out. “Honey? You in there?”

Frightfully startled, Karen pulled back from Jacob’s cock, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and giving her son an admonishing ‘See, I told you so!’ look on her face. Before she could reply to her husband, Jacob called out to his father, “It’s just me, Dad!”

Karen’s eyes went wide with shock, and she mouthed, “What on earth are you doing?!” She then popped up from her hunched, squatting position and quickly (and quietly) grabbed her bra from the old porcelain sink.

“Jake?” Robert responded, with a chuckle. “What the heck are you doing in the lady’s room?”

“The men’s room was out of order, so the guy at the counter told me to use this one.”

“Oh, okay,” Robert replied. “Say, have you seen your mom? I thought she’d be the one that was in there.”

Standing up, Jacob began pulling up and zipping his shorts. “She was, right before me, but I think she went inside the station to go looking for you.”

“Huh…Guess I must’ve just missed her, somehow.” Robert then continued, “Well, anyway, if you’re interested, there’s some really cool stuff in the store that I’d like to show you.”

As she fastened the hooks to her bra, Karen nodded emphatically to her son as a sign for Jacob to agree. “Uh….yeah sure, Dad!” he responded with forced enthusiasm. “How about I meet you inside in a few minutes?”

“Excellent!” Robert replied. “You know what? They even make their own beef jerky here…I think we should go and try some.”

Jacob called out. “Sounds great, Dad…I’ll be right out!”

Robert’s voice faded as he walked away, “Okay… I’m gonna go back and try to find your mother.”

Karen and Jacob both breathed a sigh of relief. Sliding her arms into the sleeves of her dress, Karen turned her back to Jacob and whispered, “Quick, zip me up.”

Jacob stepped forward and replied, “Yes, ma’am.”

Holding her long ponytail up and out of the way, Karen scolded, “Once again, we’ve cut it way too close, young man!”

“I’m sorry, Mom,” Jacob apologized as he ran the zipper up the back of his mother’s dress.

Karen turned to face Jacob and said, “Well, not near as sorry as you’d be if your father ever catches us!” Straightening and smoothing out the skirt of her dress, she added, “Now…you need to get inside that store and keep your father occupied, while I freshen up a bit.”

Jacob nodded, “No problem…I can do that.”

Karen stepped over and opened the door just a crack. After seeing that no one was around, she looked back to Jacob and whispered, “I think the coast is clear.” She took one last peek, opened the door wider, then said, “Okay…go!”

Before stepping out of the tiny restroom, Jacob said, “Oh Mom, before I forget…thanks for your help, again.”

“You’re welcome, Sweetie…now goooo!!” Karen then swatted Jacob on his rear end in order to further motivate him to leave. She then watched him jog away and disappear around the corner to the front of the store.

After closing and locking the restroom door, Karen opened her purse that sat on the edge of the sink. She then pulled out some cosmetics to touch up her face…and especially her lips, since all of her lipstick had worn off from sucking on her son’s cock.

As Karen reapplied her makeup, her body continued humming uncontrollably in an arousal that was now further enhanced by the adrenaline from having nearly gotten caught by her husband. The fact that she’d relieved her son in a dingy convenient store restroom while just ouside her husband pumped gas was making her feel naughty…a little dirty even. She contemplated whether to tell Brenda of her roadside misadventure, giving her younger sister a big shock (and maybe even something to be jealous of).

After completing the touch-up, Karen put her cosmetics back into her purse. The loving wife stepped back and looked in the mirror to ensure her appearance was the same as before she entered the restroom. The reflection staring back at her was acceptable, considering the low lighting she had to work with. However, now there was one other issue to deal with…the constant buzzing in her wet and leaking vagina was not going away.

Karen caught a sight of the toilet. Just a few minutes before, she’d been squatting, half-naked, in front of the old piece of plumbing and using her pillowy, soft boobs to relieve her teenaged son. Now it was her tingling pussy that desperately needed some attention and relief, and her family was still two hours away from home.

A wicked idea then entered her mind.

Karen looked behind her and double-checked to make sure that the door was locked. Then hesitantly, she reached under her dress and pulled her white, bikini-cut panties down her long legs. After carefully stepping out of the dainty garment, she draped her damp underwear over her purse.

Holding the hem of her dress up to her waist, Karen then sat on the toilet. A soft moan escaped her throat as her fingers slid in between the slick folds of her dripping, wet vagina. Her repainted red lips curled into a faint smile as soon as her exploring digits found her blood-hardened and engorged clitoris.

Suddenly Karen remembered where she was, and a wave of self-loathing washed over her. She whispered to herself, “Karen…what in heaven’s name are you doing?” However, the disgust she felt wasn’t enough to keep the conservative, Christian housewife from rubbing herself to a much-needed, spine-tingling orgasm. Luckily, there was no one outside the door who could hear her squeals of delight that reverberated inside of the enclosed and dingy space of the tiny restroom.

After Karen had cleaned herself up, she stepped back into her underwear, pulled the cotton panties up her long legs, and adjusted the garment onto her curvy hips. As the repulsed mother smoothed out her dress again, she told herself this particular lewd episode would be one that she’d keep private. It would forever remain embarrassing moment that she would never share with her sister, or anyone else for that matter. It’d be a dark secret she would keep to herself…well, herself and that dingy old restroom which had witnessed her momentary little scene of depraved debauchery.

Later, the Mitchells all climbed back into their huge Expedition and settled in for the remainder of their journey home. Jacob called out from the back seat, “Dad…good call on getting the beef jerky.” He then tore off another bite with his teeth and added, “This stuff’s great!”

After sipping on some water and swallowing a tablet of Naproxen, Karen softly scolded her son, “Jake, Honey…how many times do I have to remind you…don’t talk with your mouth full.”

“Sorry, Mom,” Jacob replied, then took a gulp of Coca-Cola to wash down the savory meat snack.

As he fastened his seat belt, Robert said, “Glad you like it, Sport! Just so you know…I also bought plenty of extra for us to have at home.” The Atlanta Braves were scheduled to play on TV later that night, and Mr. Mitchell already had plans to watch the game from his beloved La-Z-Boy recliner whilst enjoying some beef jerky, along with an ice-cold beer.

After cranking the ignition, Robert glanced over at Karen. Seeing his wife with nothing more than her bottle of water, he asked, “Don’t you want anything to eat, dear? Try some of the jerky…it’s really good!” He then put the SUV in gear and pulled away from the gas pumps.

Karen replied, “Thank you, Sweetheart, but I think I’ll be fine until dinner.” After fastening her seatbelt, she took a quick glance back at Jacob and felt her cheeks blush before adding, “Besides, my stomach’s quite full at the moment.”

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On Thursday, after seeing Robert and Jacob off each respectively to work and school, Karen spent the rest of her morning doing some household chores. Once her tasks had been completed, she decided to take advantage of the beautiful October weather and go outside for a run before lunch.

Most days, whenever Karen jogged through her quiet suburban neighborhood, she’d be wearing jogging pants and a simple T-shirt. However, today the conservative mom decided to don a black pair of booty-clinging yoga running shorts and a red, form-fitting cropped tank top with ‘GEORGIA CHEERLEADING’ emblazoned in big, black, block letters across her chest.

Usually, the reserved Christian housewife would never have dared to wear something so risqué in public. However, today, she felt oddly emboldened. The compliments that she’d received the previous weekend from Robert and Jacob had helped to boost her confidence to the point that she decided to be a bit bolder and wear a revealing outfit that normally she’d only ever wear around the house. Karen felt a naughty thrill coursing down her spine when she noticed several men stop and stare at her as she passed by.

The gorgeous MILF chuckled to herself when she saw the shocked, mouth-agape look on Mrs. Caldwell’s face as she waved ‘hello’ to her childhood piano teacher. The elderly lady (who also happened to have been one of Karen’s late mother’s best friends) was sweeping the front walk that led to her house. Karen knew then and there that the busybody church pianist would be gossiping madly about her suggestive apparel at her first opportunity the following Sunday morning.

When Karen made it back home after her run, she spotted Melissa’s car parked along the curb beside her lawn. As she walked up her driveway, the lovely housewife waved at the young attorney still seated in her vehicle.

As soon as Ms. Turner got out of her car, Karen noticed that her friend was wearing a stylish blouse, heels, and a pencil skirt…evidently this was an official court visit. When she got closer, Karen called out, “Hi there! I wasn’t expecting to see you today.”

As Melissa grabbed her briefcase from the back seat, she replied, “I know, and I’m sorry for showing up so unannounced.”

Karen waved her off, “Oh, don’t be silly…you know you’re welcome to stop by, anytime.”

Melissa closed the car door and turned around. “Woah!” she remarked, as she took in the sight of the middle-aged mom. Karen wasn’t wearing her usual conservative attire, and Melissa was caught off guard by the sexy vision standing up-close before her.

Seeing the look of astonishment on Melissa’s face, Karen asked, “Is something wrong?”

“Uh…no!” Melissa replied, as she watched a bead of sweat roll down Karen’s chest, and disappear into the deep cleavage created by her supportive sports bra. Looking back up into Karen’s eyes, she added, “It’s just that I’m not used to seeing you dressed in this fashion.”

“Do you think it’s too much?” Karen asked, now beginning to feel a little self-conscious about her choice of wardrobe. She twisted her hips, looked over her shoulder down at her butt, and added, “Or maybe too little, I should say.”

Melissa put up her left hand and replied, “No! Don’t say that.” The young lawyer couldn’t help but admire the juicy shape of Karen’s fleshy, flared buttcheeks that were encased within her skin-tight yoga shorts. “I mean…you look good…really good!”

Karen smiled, “You think so?”

Melissa nodded and replied, “Oh yes…definitely.” The young lawyer’s eyes traveled up and down Karen’s lusciously curvy body. “Honestly, Karen…you look absolutely fabulous!”

Karen’s smile widened, “Awwww…thank you!!” She genuinely appreciated the compliments which she’d received from her husband and son, but to hear those same types of remarks from another woman, especially one so young and fit, was truly validating.

“You’re welcome,” Melissa responded. “It’s easy to see that all your hard work’s definitely paying off.”

After wiping her brow with the back of her hand, Karen said, “Well, I’ve still got a ways to go, but I do feel like I’m on the right track.” She then put her hands on her hips and continued, “But enough about me. I’m curious to know to what I owe this unexpected pleasure of your visit.”

With her briefcase in hand, Melissa stepped in closer and said, “Well, I probably could have just called, but…I decided to take the rest of the day off so I could deliver this particular bit of news in person.”

Karen’s eyes went wide, “News?” She leaned in closer to the lawyer and asked cautiously, “Has there been a breakthrough regarding the case?”

Melissa nodded and replied, “Yes, there has.” A smile crept over her face as she added, “And overall, I think you’re going to be quite pleased with what I’m about to tell you.”

Karen motioned towards the house and said, “Well then, let’s go inside where we’ll be more comfortable.”

After seating themselves the kitchen table, Melissa proceeded to divulge the case’s latest developments. Ms. Turner explained that Michael Grant and the state had reached a plea bargain in which he agreed to give up all information concerning the WICK-Tropin program, including an antidote that he promised (under penalty of perjury) would completely reverse the hormone’s side effects. Despite his relatively lenient sentencing, the maverick doctor would lose his license to practice medicine of any sort for the rest of his life. The defendant would also be required to pay substantial restitution to all the patients who had participated in the program. On top of all these, he would also be required to give up the identities of all of his financial backers.

For the most part, Karen was delighted with the outcome. The only drawback was that Dr. Grant would not see any prison time as long as he made good on his promise to comply with the court’s demands. This fact somewhat dampened Karen’s spirits, but not enough to outweigh the joy of knowing that her son could soon be cured of his unfortunate affliction.

Karen couldn’t help but smile. “I can’t tell you how many times that I’ve prayed for this day and for how long…and now finally some good news has come. Thank you so much for all that you’ve done!”

Melissa reached across the table and grabbed Karen’s hand, “You’re most welcome. I only wish it could have been sooner.”

After taking a drink of water, Karen replied, “I know that you did the best that you could. I’m just grateful that the finish line is finally in sight, and maybe this nightmare will all soon be over.” Sitting back in her chair, Karen asked, “So, what happens next?”

Melissa shrugged, “Now we wait for the official documents of the plea agreement to be drawn up and processed through the court.”

“How long will that take?” Karen asked.

“Probably a few weeks, or so,” Melissa replied nonchalantly, before taking a sip of iced tea.

Karen huffed. “A few weeks? Why so long?”

Melissa chuckled, “Unfortunately, the wheels of justice sometimes don’t turn as quickly as we’d like.”

Karen cocked her head and asked, “Well, what about Dr. Grant? Where is he while we wait for justice to run its course?”

“He’s still in jail,” Melissa responded. “And since the judge has deemed him to be a flight risk, that’s where he’ll remain until after all legal proceedings have been processed and finalized.”

“Then what?” Karen inquired.

Melissa replied, “After that, he’ll go into the witness protection program and disappear forever.”

Karen scoffed, “Witness protection?” She threw up her hand and added, “Oh, that’s great! You mean he gets off scot-free and starts a whole new life, fully paid for by the hard-working taxpayers?”

Melissa nodded, “Unfortunately…yes.” The young lawyer noticed Karen’s frustration. “It was all part of the plea bargain because once he gives up the names of his financial backers, many bad men will come looking for him. His life has basically become forfeit. I can’t divulge everything, as now we’re venturing into the territory of ‘national security’, but Dr. Grant has now essentially become an intelligence asset and informant of the government. He’s had dealings with rogue elements and shady biolabs in Eastern Europe and the Middle East, and as you know, with all the wars going on there right now…” Gesturing with her hand, Melissa indicated that she couldn’t reveal more.

With venom in her voice, Karen responded, “He should’ve thought about all that before he conducted these evil experiments on innocent people…especially my son!” In frustration, the irate mother sat back in her chair and crossed her arms. She knew it was not a proper way for a Christian woman to think, but this mama bear was easy to rile up when it came to protecting her cubs.

With a calming tone, Melissa spoke, “I know that you’re upset, and you have every right to be, but you need to focus on the positives. First, of all…this jerk will never be in a position to do this to anyone else ever again. He’ll also have to live the rest of his life continuously looking over his shoulder and never feeling safe or secure.” She leaned forward and continued, “Plus, you have to remember…he’s agreed to turn over the antidote that will promise to reverse the effects. After all, that’s the most important thing…helping Jake…right?”

As Karen continued to fume, she stared at a photo held onto the refrigerator by a magnet. It was a snapshot of her family taken a few years before at Disney World, in Orlando. Seeing her family’s smiling faces in the picture helped Karen to realize that Melissa was correct. The most important thing was to get the antidote from Dr. Grant and finally cure her son so that life could go back to normal.

Turning her eyes back to Melissa, Karen sighed, “You’re right. You’re absolutely right …I should let God, or the universe, deal with that slimy scumbag.” After uncrossing her arms, she added, “My main concern now is Jake’s well-being.”

Melissa nodded with a smile. “How is Jake, by the way?” Melissa asked with curiosity before taking another sip of her cold beverage.

Karen nodded. “Other than the obvious, he’s good.” She smiled, then added, “He’s got himself a little girlfriend.”

Melissa’s eyes went wide, “A…a girlfriend?”

“Well…” Karen corrected herself. “Jake says that she’s not his girlfriend…yet. However, they have been spending a good amount of time together over the past few weeks. It may not be official, but things seem to be headed in that direction.”

Melissa grinned and said, “Well, good for him!” Her smile faded when she asked, “Does she know anything about his, umm…?”

Karen shook her head, “No…thank Heavens! And that’s a good thing since her mother, Donna, is one of my close friends, and her husband just happens to be the pastor of our church.”

Melissa giggled, “Hold on a second…he’s dating a preacher’s daughter?”

Karen nodded in affirmation.

Melissa’s giggle turned into full-blown laughter. “Oh, my goodness…what a scandal that could cause!”

“Tell me about it,” Karen replied. “That’s why I so badly want Dr. Grant to give up the antidote as soon as possible. We’ve done a good job so far of hiding his condition, but with Jake and Sara spending more and more time together, I fear it’s just a matter of time before our luck runs out.”

Leaning forward in her chair, Melissa asked, “So…I assume you’ve been continuing to ‘help’ Jake, as before?”

Even though it wasn’t a secret that Karen kept from Melissa, the middle-aged mother couldn’t help but blush as she answered, “Yes…it’s the only way to keep his affliction under wraps until he can get the treatment that he needs and finally be rid of that…abomination.” The mere mention of her son’s ‘abomination’ suddenly caused a flutter to take place deep in Karen’s vagina.

At that exact moment, Melissa’s mind suddenly drifted, and she began imagining illicit scenes of Karen and Jacob together. The young lawyer could feel her heart skip a beat at the thought of the conservative mom committing sinful and immoral acts with her teenaged son. Even though Karen’s motives and actions were done out of as sense of sacrifice and motherly duty, the unholy images now flooding Melissa’s brain caused her pussy to moisten and ignited her own salacious desires.

After taking another sip of iced tea, Melissa replied, “Well, hopefully, you won’t have to wait much longer, and we can put an end to this madness once and for all.”

With a sigh, Karen commented, “From your lips to God’s ears, I pray for it to be so.”

As she gazed at the middle-aged MILF sitting across the table from her, Melissa could feel the embers of her arousal growing hotter. With a devious motive in mind, the young attorney decided to steer their conversation elsewhere. “By the way…how was your run earlier?”

Nodding, Karen said, “Pretty good, if I do say so.” She then looked down at the Fitbit attached to her left wrist and added, “I actually shaved another two minutes off my previous time.”

Arching her brow, Melissa replied, “Wow…that’s pretty impressive!” She then joked, “Planning to participate in the Boston Marathon?”

Karen scoffed, “Yeah, right! You’re hilarious, you know that?” After a sip of water, she added, “Seriously though, I’d be happy just to drop a few more extra pounds.”

Shaking her head, Melissa replied, “I don’t think that’s necessary, Karen. I was honest about what I said earlier…you look fantastic!”

Karen couldn’t help but smile, “Awwww! That’s so sweet of you to say, but believe me…I still have a ways to go yet before I reach my personal goal.” With a grimace, the beautiful housewife added, “I just wished getting into shape didn’t hurt so much.”

Melissa chuckled, “Let me guess…sore glutes and hamstrings?”

Karen gave an affirmative nod.

“Did you remember to stretch before running this time?” Melissa inquired, with a motherly tone.

Karen nodded again. “Yes, I did, but… perhaps I didn’t stretch enough.”

After a sigh, Melissa said, “Okay…you know what that means.”

“No…what does that mean?” Karen replied, somewhat confused.

Melissa stood up and added, “It means that you need another one of my signature deep-tissue massages!”

With a weak smile and waving her hand, Karen replied, “Oh Melissa…thank you, but that…that really isn’t necessary!”

Putting a hand on her hip, Melissa countered sternly, “Yes, it is. A thorough rubdown will greatly reduce muscle pain and speed up your recovery. If I recall correctly, you said it had been a big help last time.”

Karen’s thoughts returned to the previous week. She had to agree…Melissa’s talented hands had worked wonders on her aching muscles and brought her incredible relief. However, the lovely housewife also distinctly remembered how the ‘thorough rubdown’ had quickly been derailed from a simple, therapeutic massage and started her down a path toward wickedness and decadent immorality.

“Well…am I right?” Melissa inquired, when her friend didn’t reply.

Karen snapped out of her daydream. She looked up at Melissa, nodded in agreement, and replied softly, “Yes…you’re right…it had been a tremendous help.”

“Okay then…so what’s the problem?” Melissa asked.

“Well, for starters…” Karen held out her right hand toward Melissa. “It’s evident by how you’re so nicely dressed, you hadn’t come here today with doing that in mind.”

Melissa shrugged her shoulders. “So? I’ve got nothing else planned for the rest of the day…do you?”

Karen replied hesitantly, “Well…no, not really, but…” She then looked down at herself and added, “I’m still dirty and sweaty from my run earlier. I’m pretty sure I smell awfully ripe right about now!”

Melissa picked up her glass, walked around to Karen’s side of the table, and replied, “If it bothers you so much, just go take a shower.” She put a hand on her hip and continued, “Besides…as I seem to recall, last time we’d been rudely interrupted before we had a chance to finish. I seriously believe you’d find it very beneficial to experience the complete massage.” Before her friend could think up of another feeble excuse, Melissa leaned over and picked up Karen’s water bottle. She said, “Now go on ahead and freshen up, while I take care of getting everything ready.” Melissa then turned and walked over to the sink.

It was plain for Karen to see that the young attorney wouldn’t accept ‘No’ for an answer. Seeing no way to win the argument or extricate herself from her predicament, Karen relented with a sigh and said, “Okay, counselor.” She then stood up from the kitchen table, held up her hands in mock surrender and conceded, “I guess you win.”

After placing the bottle and glass into the sink, Melissa turned to her friend and leaned back against the counter. With a cheeky grin, she replied, “More times than not, I do.” With a giggle, she added, “Believe it or not, my poor Donnie never wins whenever we argue…even when I’m wrong!”

With a slight chuckle, Karen responded, “Oh, I can believe that!”

Melissa stepped forward and asked, “So, I take it we can use the guest bedroom the same as last time?”

Without thinking, Karen nodded and replied, “Umm…sure…I don’t see why not.” Suddenly, she remembered the last time that they’d been alone in the guest bedroom or, as Melissa referred to it, their ‘cocoon’. The memory of the warm and cozy environment and the improper, yet heavenly, sensations brought on by the young attorney’s talented hands caused Karen’s stomach to flutter with nervous anticipation.

With a big smile, Melissa responded, “Great!” She moved closer to Karen and added, “Now, you go on upstairs and shower, while I get everything set up.” She then started towards the back door, her heels clicking against the tiled kitchen floor as she walked.

“Where are you going?” Karen asked, a bit perplexed.

Before opening the door, Melissa stopped and turned back. “I’ll be right back…I’m just going out to the car to get my gym bag.”

Now more confused, Karen replied, “But you left all your things over here last week, remember?” She stepped towards Melissa and added, “You’ll find everything safe and sound in the guest bedroom closet.”

Melissa shook her head, “Not everything…there are still a few items in the bag from last time that I need to get.”

“What kind of items?” Karen asked with a curious tone as she loosened her ponytail.

Smiling as she pulled open the door, Melissa responded, “Just something that will…enhance the overall experience of your massage.” Seeing a slight look of bewilderment on her friend’s face, the young lawyer added, “Trust me…you’re gonna love it!”

A while later, Karen stood naked and freshly showered in front of the full-length mirror of her master bedroom. As she clipped her luscious brown hair up into a bun, the reflection of the woman which was staring back at her caused her to feel a strong sense of pride.

Karen turned and twisted her body to view herself from various angles. She couldn’t help but appreciate the eye-catching curves of her hourglass figure. It reminded her of the voluptuous and beautiful starlets from a bygone era of classic Hollywood. Risking vanity, the usually humble middle-aged mother agreed with her younger friend’s remarks from earlier…all of her hard work was definitely paying off, and she did indeed look fabulous.

Karen stepped over to the king-sized bed to find the old bra and panty set she had laid out earlier to wear for her massage session. As she picked up her conservative cotton underwear, Brenda’s words suddenly came to mind. The week before, her baby sister had suggested that she should try to relax more and not be so rigid…at least while she navigated through this temporary period of (as Brenda put it) ‘insanity’.

“Have some fun, you say?” Karen whispered, replying to Brenda’s exact words. The memory from the previous week of sharing a bubble bath with her younger sister came to the forefront of her mind. She then remembered the unsolicited, yet very satisfying, orgasm that had been given to her by her naughty sibling. The flashback caused her nipples to harden and begin tingling instantly. After a few more seconds of contemplating Brenda’s outrageous suggestion, the conservative mom relented with a heavy sigh, “Oh, why not!” Then she dropped her panties back onto the bed and picked up the nearby pink, satin robe.

After slipping her arms inside, Karen wrapped the silky garment around her shapely nude body and then tightly cinched it closed. As she left the bedroom and walked down the hall to join Melissa, Karen could feel her naked, unsupported breasts gently roll from side to side on her chest. Each step caused her sensitive nipples to scrape against the silky, soft material, sending tiny sparks of excitement down to her moistening vagina.

Upon entering the guest bedroom, Karen found the ambiance to be much the same as their previous session. Melissa had closed the blinds and drawn the curtains to block out the afternoon sun from outside. The flickering, warm glow of scented candles and the soft, soothing new-age music filtering throughout the room helped to complete the ‘cocoon’-like environment.

“Well, there you are…” Melissa acknowledged her friend while unfolding a clean sheet and laying it out across the bed.

“Yep…here I am,” Karen replied as she closed the door. After turning around, she quickly noticed that Melissa had changed outfits. No longer was she wearing her professional-looking blouse, skirt, and heels from earlier. Now, the young attorney was barefoot, with her long dark hair tied up in a ponytail and donning a skimpy, gray pair of Roadbox yoga shorts along with a matching sports bra.

Karen stared as her young friend bent over the bed to straighten out the sheet. The housewife couldn’t help but admire Melissa’s fit and curvy body, greatly accentuated by her form-fitting attire, which appeared to Karen to be a size too small. Her eyes traveled up the attorney’s toned and silky long legs before eventually settling them on her perfectly-shaped bottom, clad as it was in those skin-tight gym shorts.

“Karen? You still with me?” Melissa’s voice suddenly pulled the daydreaming housewife out of her admiring reverie.

“Huh? I-I’m sorry…did you say something?” Karen replied, trying to gather her wits and hoping to God that Melissa hadn’t caught her staring. She chided herself for allowing impure thoughts about another woman to once again come seeping into her mind.

Melissa chuckled, “You alright?” She stepped in closer to Karen and continued, “I asked, how was your shower? Do you feel better?”

“Oh,” Karen replied with a smile. “Yes…very much…thank you. I can’t tell you how much better it feels now to be clean and out of those sweaty clothes!” Her eyes inadvertently drifted downward and settled on Melissa’s sports bra and the incredible cleavage that it created. The skimpy garment appeared to be having some trouble containing the young woman’s bountiful breasts.

Noticing Karen’s line of sight, Melissa looked down at her chest and the deep, dark valley running between her big, round boobs. Looking back up, she chuckled, “Oh yeah. I hope you don’t mind, but I figured my work clothes would be much too restrictive to wear in order to give you a proper massage.” As she readjusted the bra strap on her shoulder with her right thumb, she added, “Unfortunately though, this outfit doesn’t seem to fit as well as it used to…in fact, I haven’t worn this since uhhh…” Glancing back down at her chest again, she continued, “…my ‘girls’ unexpectedly grew a bra size.”

Mirroring her friend, Karen looked down at her own chemically-enlarged breasts that were hidden beneath the soft, satiny material of her robe and replied jokingly, “Believe me…I know exactly what you mean.” Both women locked eyes and simultaneously snickered.

After a few seconds, Melissa asked, “So…you ready to get started?”

Karen nodded in response and said, “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

“Okay, then!” Melissa replied in an upbeat tone. She motioned toward the bed and added, “You know the routine…go ahead and take off that robe, then lie down while I get my supplies together.” Turning away from Karen, she then turned her attention to the nearby nightstand.

As Karen faced the bed and untied the sash to her robe, she asked out of curiosity, “Are those the same supplies that you were so eager to get from your car earlier?”

Melissa smiled, as she answered, “Yeah…well, one of them anyway.” After pulling a plastic bottle out of the oil warmer, she continued, “For this session, I wanted to heat the massage oils because I think you’ll find it to be–” The young attorney stopped midsentence as soon as she turned around, just in time to watch Karen slide her pink, satin robe off of her shoulders and down her back. Melissa’s jaw dropped upon discovering that the conservative, middle-aged MILF was now completely naked.

“I’ll find it to be what?” Karen asked, as she draped her robe over the back of a nearby chair. She then turned her head to find Melissa staring back at her. Thanks to the radical hormones, the usually prim and proper housewife now felt emboldened and couldn’t help but sense a slight thrill knowing that she’d apparently turned the tables on her younger friend. Trying not to smile, Karen innocently asked, “Is something the matter?”

Melissa was totally caught off-guard. She’d expected to find Karen donning her usual plain and boring ‘Mom’ underwear. But now she was the one lost in a daze as she blatantly gawked at the reserved mother in all of her nude glory. “Uh…no…nothing’s wrong.” Melissa finally responded as Karen climbed onto the bed. Attempting to gather her bearings, she added, “I’m just a bit surprised that you’d be comfortable enough to start off…uh…you know…naked.”

While positioning herself facedown onto the crisp, clean sheet, Karen replied glibly, “Well, you did say last time that in order to massage me properly, I needed to take everything off.”

As she began unfolding a second clean sheet, Melissa confirmed, “Yes…that’s right.”

Karen then rested her head on her forearm and continued, “So, I just kind of figured that this would help save us some time and make things…easier.” After taking a deep breath and exhaling, Karen closed her eyes and added, “Besides…you’ve already seen me in my birthday suit, and like you said last week…it’s just us girls anyway.”

“Exactly…” Melissa replied with a slight giggle as she draped the sheet over Karen’s naked body.

“Oh my…that feels nice… ” Karen whispered, with a slight smile on her face, as her body was enveloped in the warmth and softness of the Egyptian cotton bedding.

“Glad that you like it,” Melissa replied, pulling the covering down and exposing Karen’s smooth, delicate back to where the swells of her buttcheeks began. “While you were in the shower, I took the liberty of running the sheets in your clothes dryer for a few minutes…I hope you don’t mind.”

“Nope…not at all.” Karen responded, with a deep sigh. The warm and relaxing atmosphere had already caused her freshly-showered body to go limp like a wet noodle.

Melissa increased the music’s volume on her phone just a bit and checked to ensure that the ringer was off, hoping that there’d be no risk of any interruptions this time around. She then pressed down on the nozzle of the plastic bottle and pumped several globs of the heated massage oil into her left hand. As she spread the warm, fragrant lubricant onto Karen’s upper back and shoulders, she commented, “If you’re okay with it…what I’d like to do is start off with a relaxing rubdown, then work on your problem areas with a deep-tissue massage…sort of like we did last time.”

“Mmmmmm…sounds good to me…” Karen responded dreamily as Melissa’s warm hands, now slick with oil, began to explore her back with deep yet gentle strokes. “Do whatever you think is necessary…” the married mother added in a breathy murmur.

Melissa arched her brow and replied, “Really?”

Karen nodded and responded innocently, “Uh-huh.”

Melissa paused the massage and wiped her hands with a nearby towel. “Karen? Do you trust me?” she asked, as she reached into her gym bag, and pulled out a black sleeping mask.

Without lifting her head, Karen once again nodded in response, “Yes…of course.”

“Well…do me a small favor…and lift your head up for a second.” Melissa requested while stretching the mask’s elastic band.

Karen opened her eyes, somewhat perplexed, and replied, “Uh…sure,” going along with her friend’s request. Even more confused, she asked, “What’s this all about?” as Melissa slipped the mask into position and completely covered Karen’s hazel-brown eyes.

Melissa explained professionally, “In order for you to get the maximum benefit from this massage, I need you to concentrate solely on the gentle sounds and physical sensations. This mask will help you to block out all unnecessary and extraneous sensory distractions.”

Karen cocked her head to the side and asked, “Does that actually work?”

“Oh yes,” Melissa quickly replied. “It’s a known fact that when you lose one of your senses, the others greatly intensify in order to compensate. Believe me…it will make a big difference.” After making one final adjustment to the mask, she added reassuringly, “Besides…if it makes you uncomfortable…you can always just take it off.”

Even though she was somewhat skeptical, Karen nodded and replied, “Okay…let’s give it a try…after all, what have I got to lose?” She then laid her head back down and wiggled into her former position.

“Exactly!” Melissa responded with a devilish grin as she grabbed the bottle of massage oil.

After a while of administering the gentle effleurage massage technique along Karen’s shoulders and back, Melissa could hear her friend beginning to moan softly. She smiled when she felt Karen’s body shudder as she ran her fingertips along the housewife’s buttery, soft skin. “You okay?” Melissa asked, delighting in the fact that her ministrations were having such a positive effect on the super-hot MILF.

Karen muttered in response, “You bet! Let’s just say…that if I were a cat, I’d be purring right about now.” After a long sigh, she added, “I know that I’ve told you before, but…you are soooo good at this.”

Melissa’s smile broadened. “Thanks…I’m glad to be of help.” With a chuckle, she continued, “It’s also good to know that I’ve got a backup skill if ever my career as an attorney doesn’t work out.” She shrugged her shoulders and joked, “Who knows? Maybe I could follow in my aunt’s footsteps, and open up my own spa.”

“Oh yes…” Karen replied. “You can sign me up as a life-long customer.”

Melissa giggled as she pulled the sheet up to expose her friend’s long legs and adjusted the covering to keep Karen’s juicy round bottom concealed. She leaned down and whispered teasingly in Karen’s ear, “And I’d be sure to put your name at the very top of my ‘VIP client’ list.” She then gave her ‘client’ a quick, little peck on the cheek.

Karen gasped in shock as Melissa’s warm breath caressed her neck, and a shiver ran down her back as the young lawyer’s long, dark hair brushed against her exposed shoulder. The surprised mother could feel her bald pussy getting wet and her hardening nipples pressing into the soft mattress. She had to agree with Melissa…wearing the mask was definitely causing her other senses to heighten beyond belief.

As Melissa positioned herself at the foot of the bed, she stated softly, “Now…how about we move on to something else?” She then pumped more oil into her hand and began massaging the soles of Karen’s dainty feet.

“Ohhhhh,” Karen groaned aloud as Melissa manipulated her sensitive erogenous zone. The heavenly sensations danced along the nerve endings of Karen’s feet and up her leg before settling deep into her vagina. The housewife could sense more of her natural lubricant seeping out from in between her puffy vaginal lips. She lifted her head and whispered with a smile, “I simply love how you do that!”

Melissa grinned and replied, “I remember how much you liked it last time.”

“Oh, I do…” Karen sighed with a husky breath. “And just so you know…I’d be perfectly willing to pay good money just for you to do that all afternoon.”

Melissa smiled and replied, “Don’t worry…I’ll continue rubbing your feet for you, but I need you to lay your head back down. I want you to relax, breathe deeply, and let me take care of you.”

Karen complied with Melissa’s request, laid her head back down, and replied, “Yes, counselor…I can do that.”

Melissa chuckled, “Besides…I wouldn’t dare ever to charge my most valuable client.” She then pressed the pads of her thumbs deeper into the oil-slickened sole of Karen’s foot. Melissa proceeded to run her slender digits back and forth along the tender arch between the ball and heel while occasionally sliding her fingers in between each of Karen’s toes, motivating the middle-aged wife to moan even louder. Seeing how her ‘client’ was so quickly responding to the massage was causing Melissa’s arousal to blossom, and soon her vagina lubricated with her own womanly essence.

For the next several minutes, Melissa continued with her therapeutic massage, and as promised, she spent a good deal of time working on Karen’s soft and dainty feet. During this phase, the young lawyer didn’t speak a word…she was focused solely on getting the blindfolded mother to fully relax and experience nothing but the seductive sounds of the soothing music and the titillating physical sensations of her sensual touch. From the continuous moaning and occasional whimpering of “Oh, yes…” escaping Karen’s mouth, Melissa soon realized that she was succeeding in accomplishing her mission.

Slowly and methodically, Melissa worked her way from Karen’s feet and ankles and then up her long shapely legs, applying more of the scented oil as her hands ventured steadily upwards. The young lawyer used her talented fingers to massage Karen’s tired, tight, and sore hamstrings as she patiently inched closer and closer to her ultimate target.

Karen mewed from the overwhelming relaxation brought on by the combination of soft music and her thoroughly talented masseuse. She felt as if her body would melt into the mattress at any moment. Unlike the previous session, the married mother felt less embarrassed by her body’s natural reaction this time. She reminded herself that it was all part of the massage. Perhaps the strange sense of anonymity she was experiencing from wearing the mask was giving her added comfort as her sister’s advice suddenly came springing back to mind… “Don’t be so rigid… have some fun!”

Melissa was pleasantly surprised when Karen wiggled her hips and voluntarily spread her legs, giving the masseuse an unfettered view of her completely hairless sex. It shocked Melissa when she realized that the conservative, strait-laced mother had actually taken the plunge and waxed her privates!

Melissa opened her mouth to comment but then thought better of it and chose to remain silent. She decided it was best not to risk saying anything which could potentially embarrass her ‘client’, or alter in any way the positive direction that she and her gorgeous MILF friend were heading towards in their relationship. What Melissa did decide to do was take the unsolicited move of spreading Karen’s thighs apart as a not-so-subtle suggestion for them to continue. She then applied additional scented lubricant to her hands and resumed the massage. The slow yet steady march of Melissa’s nimble fingers northward towards the apex of Karen’s silky-smooth legs was eagerly enjoyed for all its worth by both women.

As she massaged the upper portion of her friend’s inner thighs, Melissa’s hands were now mere centimeters away from Karen’s weeping vagina. She could feel the housewife’s growing excitement collecting on her fingers each time her knuckles “accidentally” brushed up against Karen’s soaking-wet pussy lips.

The sheet used to provide Karen some modesty had now worked its way up to expose the bottom half of her round and juicy butt. Melissa then noticed the subtle side-to-side rocking of her friend’s wide and curvy hips, along with her shallow and labored breathing. “Are you okay?” she softly asked her ‘client’.

Meanwhile, a drowsy Karen drifted along on a euphoric cloud. Her relaxed body felt downright sedated, yet every nerve ending from head to toe was wide awake and tingling. Her sopping-wet vagina was now aching and begging for attention…she secretly wondered whether her masseuse would be willing to help her attain the much-needed ‘release’ that she’d been so rudely denied during their last session. Somehow, Melissa’s words broke finally through the fog, and the blindfolded housewife silently nodded her reply of affirmation without so much as lifting her head.

Karen’s dream-like state was suddenly interrupted when she felt the mattress slightly rock and decompress. Knowing that Melissa had left the bed, she raised up and asked, in a somewhat disappointed tone, “Is that it? Are we done?”

Now positioned beside the nightstand, Melissa chuckled and replied, “No…not yet.” She then picked up two bottles of massage lube from the warmer and, as she read the labels, added, “We still have to work on your glute muscles… I’m just getting some more oil ready…and I have a different one this time that I wanna try.”

“Different? How?” Karen asked, with some curiosity.

“Don’t worry…you’re gonna like it…trust me.” Melissa then spoke in a heavy whisper, wishing to not ruin the mood. “Now be a good girl and put your head back down.”

A thin smile appeared on Karen’s face. “Yes, counselor…” she replied with slight sarcasm, as she returned to her former position.

After smell-testing both oils, Melissa decided on the lavender-scented version, which also just happened to include an extra warming agent. She then placed the other bottle on the nightstand and gazed longingly at the sight of the beautiful, blindfolded wife lying before her, face down on the bed. The young lawyer’s eyes drank in Karen’s gorgeously long legs, and traveled up and over the steep rounded swell of her half-exposed fleshy bottom, before finally bringing her gaze to the dramatic dip in the curvature of Karen’s soft and feminine back. Overcome by the panoramic view, Melissa could feel her arousal intensify and the gusset of her panties becoming increasingly moist.

It just made no sense at all…Melissa currently had plenty of gorgeous female friends, but she never experienced any desire for them sexually. Not since her one-time lesbian affair with her best friend, Laura, back in college had she experienced such feelings of lust for another woman.

Originally, the plan had been to seduce Karen in order to bring about Jacob’s horny, teenaged quest for a hot threesome among them, but now something had changed. Perhaps it was due to the chemically-laced hormones also surging through Melissa’s bloodstream, or maybe it was the dark, life-altering secrets that she and Karen now shared, but she couldn’t help but feel a special connection to this married mother. Now, just like years ago in college, Melissa yearned to touch and be touched by another female…namely, this stunning creature that currently lay before her.

After a few seconds, Karen lazily asked, “Is everything alright? I thought we had to work on my glutes?” She then gave her half-hidden backside a playful little shimmy.

“Oh…yeah…we do,” Melissa quickly replied, dragging herself out of her daydream. She then stepped to the bed and joked, “Sorry…just trying to come up with a plan of attack.”

Feeling the mattress slightly rock as Melissa returned to the bed, Karen asked, “I take it now that you’ve come up with one?”

“Mmm-hmmm…I guess you could say that…” Melissa replied with a girlish grin, as she slowly and carefully slid the bed sheet upwards to the small of Karen’s back. With her beautifully rounded bottom finally fully-revealed, Karen’s entire body was now exposed, except for the bunched-up sheet that lay across her lower back. The housewife’s only response was a dozy, soft moan which Melissa took as a confirmation that her friend was primed and ready for them to proceed.

With her right hand, Melissa turned the plastic bottle over and gently squeezed, pelting her client’s naked backside with a steady drizzle of the heated, scented massage oil. A stream of the syrupy lubricant flowed down through the deep valley in between Karen’s pillowy buttcheeks, mixing with the existing juices that were present there and had leaked from her pussy. The unexpected yet pleasant sensation of the viscous liquid’s warmth trickling over her sensitive, virgin rosebud was soon causing the conservative mother to moan ever so slightly.

After securing the cap back onto the bottle, Melissa tossed the plastic container to the foot of the bed. She then glanced down at Karen’s exposed bottom. The sight of the MILF’s glistening, oil-covered bum caused a wave of excitement to surge throughout her body. Anxious to move along with the massage, she leaned in and whispered into Karen’s ear, “Shall we continue?”

An equally anxious Karen hummed her response, “Mmm-hmmm…”

Taking that as a green light, Melissa resumed the massage. She aggressively worked the area between Karen’s glute muscles and upper, inner thighs…ensuring that her hands frequently brushed up against her client’s weeping vagina. Each time that her fingers made contact, Melissa could detect a soft mewling of delight escaping from her friend’s lips.

Karen once again found herself enveloped in a cloud of euphoria. Along with wearing the blindfold and the warm and cozy environment, Melissa’s amazing hands were working their magic and lulling the housewife back into a drowsy state of relaxation and heightened arousal.

Unlike the previous week’s session, Karen noticed that Melissa was paying much more attention to her round and matronly bottom. The married mom whimpered from the unexpected pleasure of her ‘masseuse’ squishing and stretching the meaty flesh of her juicy backside. The young lawyer would also trace her thumb along the deep cavern of her buttcrack, grazing across her virgin asshole, sending sparks directly to her buzzing clit and causing her to gasp out loud. Karen wondered if she ought to say something in protest to Melissa’s inappropriate touching of her off-limit orifice but quickly decided to let it go. A little voice in her head reminded her again that it was all just part of the massage: “Don’t be so rigid…have some fun!”

A few moments later, Karen cried aloud, “Ouch!!” tensing up when Melissa unexpectedly found a tender, sore spot where her leg met her buttcheek.

“Sorry,” Melissa whispered in apology. As she gently stroked the sore area of Karen’s bottom, she added, “But as you recall…I did warn you that these deep tissue massages can get pretty intense.”

Lifting her head slightly, Karen replied, “Yeah, I remember from last time.”

Melissa’s hand roamed around Karen’s naked bottom in circles as if trying to coax and soothe her friend. “I’ll try to be more careful and gentle, or…if you prefer…we could always stop?”

“NO!!” Karen quickly replied, shaking her head. Worried that she may have sounded a bit too desperate and anxious, she lowered her voice and continued, “I mean…no…it’s okay…you can keep going.”

Happy with her client’s response, Melissa smiled. As she got back into position to continue her massage, she added with a soothing tone, “Just so you know…you’re doing great. Now, remember to relax and breathe deeply…I promise you; it’s gonna be worth it all in the end.”

Karen nodded and, with the blindfold still in place, laid her head back down. As she felt Melissa’s talented hands resume their magical touch, she cracked open a smile and whispered, “That’s what I’m counting on.”

Minutes later, “Remember…deep breaths,” Melissa reminded Karen as she manipulated the tender areas of her inner thighs and plump derriere. The young lawyer took the fact that Karen was fighting to control her breathing as a sure sign that her friend was nearing the edge. Melissa felt her own arousal spike when she noticed Karen’s body shudder and her hips rise up off the mattress whenever her nimble fingers rubbed against the housewife’s increasingly wet vagina.

Karen had been touched and teased to the point that her entire body hummed from the extreme arousal brought on by her sensual, sensory overload. The middle-aged mother whimpered and moaned as the pressure built deep within her core like a tightening spring. Her hands grasped at the bedsheet as she mindlessly raised the lower half of her body up higher off the bed. Karen’s hips swayed side-to-side, as if seeking more contact with Melissa’s fingers. Those talented…wonderful fingers.

Melissa knew without a doubt what Karen wanted…even if she wouldn’t admit it herself. The prim and proper housewife didn’t have to. Her trembling body and dripping, wet snatch was already telling the entire story. Karen was at the precipice, ready once again to fall from the cliff and splash headlong into a much-needed orgasm. However, Melissa wasn’t prepared to give her friend the final push…not yet, anyways.

Melissa paused the massage, prompting a groan of frustration from Karen…her hips continuing to rotate slightly, as if seeking out the lost source of her stimulation. Sensing her friend’s disappointment, Melissa took the bold liberty of gently patting the smooth, pliable flesh of Karen’s shapely buttocks. “Okay…time to flip over.”

Karen raised her head and responded, “Flip over?” Her voice once again tinged with disappointment, after being denied her much-anticipated ‘release’.

Melissa replied, “Yes…due to our interruption last time, we hadn’t gotten this far.” She then lifted the sheet from Karen’s back and added, “In order to experience the full benefit from the massage, I need to work on the rest of you from the front.”

Following Melissa’s request, Karen lifted up and used her left arm to cradle and support her free-hanging big boobs. As she twisted her body around, she responded, “Okay…if you say so.”

Watching the gorgeous naked mother turn over and reposition herself, Melissa replied, “Trust me…it’ll make a world of difference. Now…ready to continue?”

Even though Karen was still blindfolded, being totally nude and now positioned on her back had stripped away the comforting sense of anonymity that she had felt earlier, lying on her stomach. Feeling overly exposed, she now used both arms to cradle and hide her breasts in an attempt at preserving her modesty. She took a deep breath and said, “Do you think maybe I could have the sheet back for this part?”

“Of course,” Melissa replied, draping the covering over Karen’s beautiful, naked body. She adjusted the sheet to conceal her from her breasts down to her upper thighs; she asked, “How’s that? Any better?”

Karen smiled, “Yes…much better, thanks! Now you may continue.”

Melissa retrieved the massage oil from the foot of the bed. As she squeezed the bottle and applied the warm fluid onto Karen’s long legs, she commented, “Okay…we’re now in the home stretch. However, I want you to lay there and let me take care of you. You trust me…right?”

Karen nodded and replied with a whisper, “Yes…I trust you.”

Melissa resumed her massage and teased Karen for the next few minutes, mercilessly stimulating her senses with her talented hands. She used all her experience and every trick in the book to arouse the middle-aged mother even further. Once again, the masseuse worked her fingers to within millimeters of Karen’s saturated pussy. She watched longingly as the housewife’s bountiful bosom rose and fell in time with her quickened breath. Underneath the cotton sheet on her chest, Karen’s hardened nipples tented up as if trying to poke through the thin covering of modesty.

Anxious to test the waters, Melissa lightly brushed her oil-coated fingers against the smooth lips of Karen’s hairless vagina. The calculated move caused her client to whimper and flinch. She leaned in close and whispered, “Is that okay…?”

“Yes…” Karen gasped. “It’s okay.”

Without speaking, Melissa pressed lightly against Karen’s inner thigh. Giving little to no resistance, the housewife allowed the masseuse to open her legs even further. Feeling emboldened, Melissa then ran her middle finger along the entire length of Karen’s juicy slit, drawing out another soft whimper from her aroused client. “Is that okay…?” she asked again, soliciting permission to continue.

Hidden by the cotton sheet, Karen’s hands were down at her sides, clutching once more at the soft bedding. The married mother found herself at a crossroads. Should she once again give in to sin and permit another woman to touch her in such an inappropriate way? With regards to the bathtub incident the previous week with her sister Brenda, she’d blamed her slip-up on the expensive wine that they’d consumed that afternoon.

Today though, Karen couldn’t use alcohol as an excuse— she was stone-cold sober. However, she was under the influence of those evil WICK-Tropin hormones and, of course, Melissa’s wonderful and talented hands. She repeated to herself again and again that it was just a part of the massage. In a husky whisper, she complied, “Yes…”

No longer concerned with the deep tissue portion of the massage, Melissa began to stroke the soft lips of Karen’s sopping-wet vagina. Parting them a little, then back to the outside, Melissa traced Karen’s labia with her fingertips until they were thoroughly coated with plenteous amounts of her client’s natural fluids.

“Oh my…” Karen squeaked. For the sake of decorum, she had wanted to remain silent. However, this was feeling just way too good. The combination of the radical chemicals flowing in her bloodstream and Melissa’s expert manipulation of her body had virtually vanquished all sense of propriety. Karen reminded herself again that this was just an innocent massage after all, then slowly opened her legs wider.

It thrilled Melissa to see her client willingly spread her legs wider. She quickly noticed the glistening folds of Karen’s vagina opening up like the soft petals of a blooming flower, and her blossoming womanhood proudly displaying her blood-engorged clitoris. Assuming that she’d received a green light, Melissa immediately slid her fingers across the little pink pearl, causing Karen to twitch and cry out from the intense shock of pure, unsolicited pleasure.

“Oh my! Oh my…goodness!” Karen mumbled as she squirmed underneath the bedsheet. As her curvy hips undulated off the mattress, she felt the thin cover sliding up her legs, exposing her naked bottom half. At that moment, she didn’t care…all that mattered to the Christian housewife was for Melissa to continue strumming her vibrating sex with the soft pads of her fingertips— those wonderful fingertips. Without being prompted, she whispered to her masseuse, “It’s okay…Keep…keep go—going.”

Melissa continued to stroke Karen’s gushing, wet pussy, sliding the sheet along her friend’s soft tummy until it bunched up to right below her big tits. Karen could feel the mattress shift as her masseuse took position on all fours between her splayed-open legs. Without thinking, she pulled her knees up and spread them even further, fully exposing herself and granting her friend better access.

For Melissa, this was the invitation that she’d been waiting for. She swiftly lowered her head, then dragged the tip of her tongue along the saturated channel in between Karen’s bald pussy lips, before proceeding to delicately lap at her hardened clit.

Karen’s body lurched from the sudden and unexpected burst of pleasure. Confused by the new sensation she was feeling, she quickly lifted onto her elbows and slipped the blindfold up her forehead. “Wh—what are you doing??” the housewife questioned in panicked horror, once she had peered down through the ‘V’ of her legs and found Melissa’s beautiful face in between her shapely thighs.

Grudgingly, Melissa paused and lifted up, replying, “Just trying to finish up your massage…you’re doing great, by the way.”

Raising up higher on her elbows, Karen scoffed, “That’s not a massage! You…you’re supposed to just use your hands, not your…mouth!!”

Still on all fours, Melissa crawled up along the bed until she was face to face with Karen. Staring into her friend’s hazel-brown eyes, she spoke softly, “Karen…a massage can be performed in many different ways.”

Karen huffed, “That’s a weird ‘way’, if you ask me.”

Melissa tilted her head to the left and added, “There are no set rules. Frankly, the way I see it, as long as both consenting parties are in agreement with the methods and the client is ultimately satisfied…what’s the harm?”

Karen retorted, “‘In agreement with the methods’?” She scoffed and asked, “Is that the masseuse, or the lawyer, talking?”

Melissa smiled, “Perhaps both.” After a slight pause, she then asked seductively, “So how about it…should I resume, and finish what I started?”

Karen suddenly noticed that her legs remained splayed wide open. Her vagina was still wet and tingled from the brief attention it had received from Melissa’s soft tongue. She had to admit though that it had felt good, but in her opinion, it was deplorable for a woman to do that to another woman. “I don’t know…” she replied softly. “Me allowing you to do that to me would be very inappro— ” Before the housewife could finish her sentence, Melissa quickly leaned in, and pressed her moist lips against Karen’s.

Taken totally by surprise, Karen instinctively reciprocated Melissa’s soft kiss. However, after several seconds, her brain caught up. Her eyes shot open as soon as she realized their unseemly show of affection, causing her to quickly recoil from her friend.

Not to be denied, Melissa swiftly grabbed the back of Karen’s head and pulled her in for another kiss. Being a bit more aggressive, she slipped her tongue into her friend’s sultry mouth.

Even though the act was sinful, Karen couldn’t help but find the soft, silky warmth of Melissa’s mouth and the titillating taste of her invading tongue to be downright enthralling. Instead of being morally outraged and once again pulling away, Karen reluctantly gave in and slowly closed her eyes. A guttural moan escaped her throat as a sign of her defeat and surrender to sin.

Whilst the two beautiful women continued making out, the sheet covering Karen’s chest slid down to her waist. Melissa took the opportunity and, with her slender hand, cupped Karen’s exposed left breast, gently kneading the soft, heavy globe.

Karen’s eyes popped open once she felt Melissa’s thumb flick across her rubbery nipple, the shocking sensation instantly snapping the housewife out of her reverie. Remembering how improperly she was acting, Karen quickly separated from Melissa.

The two women stared into one another’s eyes for a moment, their lips still glistening with each other’s saliva. Karen couldn’t believe that she had just kissed another female. She was horrified at their act but also strangely excited, with her heart pounding in her chest. Finally, Karen spoke, “Melissa…I…I think— ”

“That’s the problem…you think too much.” Melissa quickly interjected. “For once…don’t think…just go with it.” She then pulled Karen back in for another Sapphic kiss.

After a few seconds, Karen pulled back and shook her head. “Melissa…I’m not a lesbian. I can’t do things with another woman…it’s just…wrong.” She pulled the sheet back up to cover her naked breasts, before adding, “And I’m afraid that includes kissing.”

Looking into her friend’s eyes, Melissa detected mixed emotions. There was a look of fear and confusion, but also curiosity, and…desire. Melissa sighed. “Karen…I’m not a lesbian either, and I don’t expect you to do anything that you’re not comfortable with.” Putting a hand on Karen’s shoulder, she continued, “I’m here to take care of you. Remember what I said…there are no set rules…anything that I do is strictly for your benefit. Whatever happens in our ‘secret cocoon’ will stay here. It’s all just part of the massage…I promise.”

After pondering a few seconds, Karen arched her eyebrows and asked, with a hint of suspicion, “You promise? It’s all just part of the massage?”

Melissa shrugged her shoulders and shook her head, “That’s all…I swear.” The young lawyer then leaned in and whispered, “Don’t worry…it won’t turn you into a lesbian.” Seeing a slight smile appear on Karen’s face, she added, “After all…you did say that you trust me…right?”

Karen nodded and, with a sigh, replied, “Yes…I trust you.”

As Melissa slid the blindfold back into place to cover Karen’s eyes, she said, “Okay then…do as I say, and lay back down.”

After a deep breath, Karen replied, “Yes, counselor…” As she wiggled back into her former position, she added, sarcastically, “I guess this means that you’ve won another argument.”

Melissa chuckled and replied, “I guess it does.” She then went against Karen’s wishes and gave her blindfolded friend a quick peck on the lips, whispering, “Now, just relax, and…don’t be so rigid!”

Hearing her sister’s words coming out of Melissa’s mouth instantly caused Karen to cock her head to the side. Underneath her breath, she muttered, “What did you say?” before losing her train of thought as Melissa reclined her back into a relaxing position.

Moments later, due to Melissa’s well-utilized massage talents, Karen found herself once more in a state of heightened bliss. The aroused housewife felt the slight undulation of the mattress as her masseuse had once again positioned herself in between her splayed-open legs.

Karen questioned her sanity once she felt the end of Melissa’s ponytail brush across her thighs. Would she really allow this to happen?

She shuddered from the sensation of Melissa’s warm breath as it caressed her bald vagina. Could this be considered cheating on Robert? She then told herself that maybe allowing it just once would be okay…it was after all, just a ‘part of the massage’.

Karen gasped when Melissa began planting little kisses on the smooth, tender skin of her inner thighs. Her pulse raced as her friend’s mouth drew closer and closer to her drooling sex. She told herself that there was still time to stop this madness before things spiraled out of control, but then again…did she really want it to stop?

Slight disappointment washed over Karen when Melissa’s trail of kisses ended right at the sensitive juncture where her leg met her crotch. She could sense her friend had pulled her head back. What was she waiting for…trying to be a tease? Waiting for her permission? Or…perhaps the young lawyer wanted her to beg.

Neither spoke a word as they found themselves at a standoff. Besides the soft and soothing music, the only sound in the room was that of two women breathing heavily. Each one seemed to be waiting for the other.

Karen thought about removing the blindfold but then decided against it. She preferred the temporary sensory loss it provided. This way she thought, it would help with the guilt, and she could at least pretend it was Robert between her legs…not another woman.

As more and more time passed, Karen could feel her anxiety growing, as well as her excitement. It was as if she were standing at the end of a high diving board, just waiting to take the big plunge, but still too timid to make the final jump. Suddenly Brenda’s words rang aloud in her head once more… “Don’t be so rigid…have some fun!” As she hesitantly pulled her knees back and spread her legs wider for a sign of surrender to her friend, she wondered…was it, in fact, her sister’s voice she was hearing in her head, or possibly something more sinister. Could it be that…of the devil himself? Karen would have very little time to ponder the possibility.

Not giving the Christian housewife a chance to change her mind, Melissa took quick advantage of the opportunity and swiftly planted her face into her friend’s obscenely-displayed vagina. With her wide-opened mouth, Melissa covered the whole of Karen’s weeping pussy and sealed her lips to her silky-smooth flesh. Her tongue darted and probed in between her flowering pussy lips licking up the warm cunt cream drooling from the depths of Karen’s fuck channel.

“Oh, my!” Karen gasped, shuddering from the sudden, intense pleasure and quickly noticing a remarkable difference. Melissa’s lips felt so much softer, and her exploring tongue hit every pleasure spot with pinpoint accuracy. Unlike with her husband and son, there was no need to guide her movements. This woman knew her way around a pussy…and exactly what to do.

Karen still couldn’t believe she had once again ignored her Christian morals and allowed her young friend to do this. She had definitely slipped to a new low. In a last, feeble attempt to ease the guilt, she tried to pretend that it was her husband’s mouth working feverishly on her pubic mound. However, she couldn’t completely trick her mind, even with the blindfold on. Karen loved Robert, but even in his heyday, he’d never been able to eat her out quite like this. It was as if Melissa was a seasoned concert violinist, and she was playing her pussy masterfully like a Stradivarius.

As the building heat between her legs began to spread throughout her body, Karen instinctively grabbed a hold of her sensitive breasts through the thin cotton sheet. She squeezed and caressed her throbbing nipples as Melissa’s tongue continued to explore her soaking wet vagina and buzzing clitoris.

Melissa was quite pleased with the results as Karen moaned louder and spread her legs even wider. The young lawyer’s mind drifted back to her college days with her roommate Laura. She remembered all those nights in the privacy of their dorm room and how much she’d enjoyed feasting on her best friend’s yummy pink pussy. However, she had to admit…this married, Georgia peach was the sweetest thing that she’d ever tasted!

Using the tip of her tongue, Melissa delved deeper in between the tender folds of Karen’s savory cunt. She then took the blood-engorged clit between her lips and mercilessly teased Karen’s hardened nub, causing her friend to squirm about and get even louder by the second.

“Ohhhhhh!” Karen whined, arching her hips and reaching back to grab the headboard. “Oh my!! That feels so…good!” The conservative mom began rotating her hips, increasing the contact with her friend’s wiggling tongue…that wondrously, wonderful tongue.

Overcome by her desire to please the gorgeous MILF, Melissa decided to take it up a notch. The young lawyer began sucking on Karen’s little pink pearl for all she was worth.

“Goodness…gracious!!” Karen gasped aloud. She reached down and put her hands on the back of Melissa’s head, forcing more contact between her vagina and her friend’s sucking mouth…that wonderful, sucking mouth. “That feels…really good!!”

Melissa could sense Karen’s body trembling as she neared climax. Along with sucking on her friend’s vibrating clit, she began vigorously flickering her tongue across the hypersensitive little bead of pleasure.

“Oh my gosh!!” Karen cried out. “Right…right there!!” She pulled Melissa’s face tighter to her as the intense pressure continued to build. The temperature in the room had suddenly seemed to increase, until finally the heat became unbearable. Without thinking, Karen pulled the sheet from off her oil and sweat-sheened body, exposing her glistening nakedness in all of its glory.

“Yes…YES…YESSSSSS!!!” Karen continued. The mask covering her eyes no longer provided any pretense of anonymity. The born-again Christian housewife finally gave in, and stopped trying to pretend that it was her husband in between her legs. She was well aware now that she was about to climax from another woman performing sinful oral sex on her…and she shamefully welcomed it.

“Oh, Melissa!!” Karen moaned. “I’m…I’m almost…”

The masseuse decided it was time now to end her client’s unbearable suffering and give her the release which she so desperately needed. Melissa dragged two fingers of her right hand along the silky flesh of Karen’s inner thigh, coating them with the massage oil. She then quickly positioned the lubricated digits at the entrance of her friend’s pussy and slid them inside Karen’s fiery depths, up to the hilt.

Beneath the mask, Karen’s eyes widened with surprise from the unexpected penetration. Her shoulders lifted off the mattress as she called out in shock, “Oh my…GAAHHHHHHH!!!”

Melissa sped up the pace, finger fucking Karen’s pussy whilst suckling hungrily on her buzzing clit.

Karen arched her hips high up into the air. “OHHHHH!!!” squealed the middle-aged MILF. “I’m gonna…oh, Melissa!!!! You…you’re gonna…make MEEEEEE…”

Melissa raised above Karen and pulled the mask off. As she continued with her Sapphic finger-fuck, Melissa stared deeply into her friend’s warm, hazel eyes and whispered, “Do it!” With her face just inches away from Karen’s, she added, “Release all that tension, and let it flow out of you!”

Looking up into Melissa’s angelic face, Karen lost herself in the young lawyer’s beautiful, dark, brown eyes. “Oh yes!!” she squeaked, “I…I want…to…”

“Do it, Karen! Do it!!” Melissa commanded. She then curled her slender fingers upwards and began stimulating her friend’s G-spot. “Cum…cum for me…NOWWWW!!”

“Oh, yes…I’m…I’m doing it…Melis…it’s…happening!! Meliss— AAAAAHHHHHH!!!” Karen shouted, as the dam gave way. Her upper torso shuddered in a violent paroxysm and her abdominal muscles contracted, forcing Karen’s body into a sit-up. The climax became so intense that her legs automatically clenched around Melissa’s thrusting hand.

“That’s it…good girl!” Melissa cooed softly, as her friend convulsed and moaned and rode out the ebbing ripples of her euphoric wave. Melissa’s eyes widened in fascination, and she whispered “Wow!” under her breath, as she witnessed small geysers of breast milk jetting from Karen’s rock-hard nipples. As difficult as it was, the young lawyer resisted the temptation to wrap her lips around a pink nub and sample some of Karen’s creamy, life-sustaining fluid. Melissa comforted herself with the knowledge that that could be a delicacy she could taste soon, some other day.

As her climax slowly waned, Karen’s muscles relaxed, and she laid back flat on the bed. A smile crept across her beautiful face, and a satisfied moan escaped her throat as she drifted back down to earth. Her entire body went limp as she basked in the warmth of her post-orgasmic high.

After a short while, Melissas spoke softly, “So, tell me…”

Karen slowly opened her eyes and found Melissa looking down at her with a big grin on her face.

“How was the massage?” Melissa inquired. “Did it meet all of your expectations?”

Karen nodded and replied breathlessly, “Yes…I haven’t felt this relaxed in quite a while…” She then added jokingly, “I think that my legs may be too weak to stand!”

Melissa chuckled, then asked, “Should I go ahead and book you for another appointment?”

Staring back up at her masseuse, Karen bit her bottom lip. Then, without saying a word, she reached up, grabbed the back of Melissa’s head and pulled her down, smashing their luscious lips together in a passionate kiss. Caught off guard by this uncharacteristically aggressive act of the married mom, Melissa couldn’t help but giggle as she tongue-wrestled with her hitherto morally conservative friend.

For the next several moments, the two gorgeous women made out like two horny teenagers on a Saturday night. They communicated their mutual pleasure with loud moans as they licked one another’s lips and sucked on each other’s soft, twirling tongues. Karen found the sweet, lingering taste of her own female essence on another woman to be oddly titillating.

Finally, Melissa pulled back from their hot, Sapphic kiss and said, “I suppose I should take that as a ‘yes’. However, I must say…I’m a bit shocked that you’ve broken your own rule.”

Karen’s eyes went wide with shock as soon as she recalled the rule that she’d previously laid down of strictly of no kissing. “Oh my gosh!” she gasped, as she sat up some. “I’m so sorry…I…I don’t know what’s come over me!”

“Don’t apologize on my account…” Melissa replied, as she grabbed a nearby towel and began wiping her hands. “I enjoyed it very much…you’re a great kisser by the way!”

Feeling her cheeks blush, Karen responded meekly, “Thanks…I guess…but it’s still highly inappropriate.”

Melissa tossed the towel aside and put her hands on Karen’s delicate shoulders. “You shouldn’t feel at all ashamed…that was just a natural, physical response. You were simply lost in the moment.”

“Still…” Karen said, shaking her head. “I’d appreciate it if no one…”

“Say no more…” Melissa quickly cut her off. “You have my word…no one will ever find out.” She then continued, in a reassuring tone, “I promise…what happens in our cocoon…stays in our cocoon.”

Melissa’s uncanny reference to the corny Las Vegas TV ads quickly sobered Karen up. She remembered that both she and Jake had used a very similarly adapted phrase the previous weekend, in order to justify their eventual evening-long night of debased debauchery at the hotel in Atlanta. The memory of how her drunken self had spent nearly the entire night sinfully fornicating with her son in his bed came flooding back to Karen. She justified her shameful actions as the only way she could’ve helped Jacob with a horribly painful condition that she had inadvertently inflicted on him. However, she’d also experienced an unexpected benefit from the unseemly event, in that she undoubtedly had some of the best sex of her entire life that night…all while her oblivious, intoxicated husband slept mere feet away in the very next room.

Now, she was beginning to feel that she had horribly failed Robert all over again. At least in Atlanta, she’d had the excuse that she was ‘helping’ her son. This time however, no matter how hard she tried to put a spin on it, was a true act of infidelity. Because of the evil chemicals coursing throughout her bloodstream, she had basically cheated on her husband with another woman. Karen’s main dilemma confronting her now was that she felt guilty for not feeling more guilty. Was it possible that her current lack of remorse could also be linked to the effects of those wicked hormones?

As her post-massage euphoria faded away, Karen could feel its warm contentment replaced by an impending sense of dread and confusion. Sitting up fully straight, she grabbed the bed sheet that she’d discarded earlier and held the covering up to her chest to meekly conceal her nakedness.

Sensing Karen’s internal struggle, Melissa again tried to reassure her friend, “Karen…you did nothing wrong. It was just us girls having a little fun. I was only trying to give you a little ‘stress reliever’…please don’t feel bad!”

After pondering for a few seconds, Karen shook her head and replied, “To be perfectly honest…I don’t feel bad. In fact…I feel great…you did a wonderful job.” She then shrugged and added softly, “I’m just trying to…process everything.”

Trying to lighten the mood, Melissa responded, “Well, now…since I did such a great job…how about I go ahead and pencil you in for same time, next week? I might even be able to give you a discounted rate!”

Karen chuckled, “Discounted rate, huh? Well, counselor…don’t be surprised if I decide to take you up on that!”

Melissa leaned in close to Karen and whispered seductively, “I really hope that you do…”

The two women stared into each other’s eyes for what seemed like the longest moment. Karen once again lost herself in the deep, dark, brown pools of Melissa’s eyes. She could feel the gap between their faces slowly closing in when suddenly, the spell was broken and she noticed the time on the alarm clock. “Oh, my goodness!” she yelped and stood up from the bed, clutching the bedsheet to her chest.

“What’s wrong?” Melissa asked in confusion, still sitting on the edge of the mattress.

As Karen wrapped the whole bedsheet around her naked body, she replied, “I hadn’t realized it was getting so late!”

“So?” Melissa replied, shrugging her shoulders. “You have somewhere to be?”

“No…” Karen responded as she blew out one of the scented candles. “But I do need to get cleaned up and get started with dinner soon.” She then went on to blow out the rest of the candles.

Melissa glanced over at the alarm clock and nonchalantly stated, “Oh, you’re right…it is getting late.” She then turned to Karen and added, “Time sure flies when you’re having fun!”

Karen scoffed, as she opened the blinds, “Ha-ha…very funny.”

Melissa stood up, walked over, and collected Karen’s robe. “You mind if I hang around a little longer? I’d like to be here when you give Jake the good news.”

Stepping up to Melissa, Karen replied, “Of course. In fact, you can tell him yourself if you’d like. I’m sure he’ll have plenty of questions that you’d be better suited to answer, anyhow.”

“Probably…” Melissa responded with a smile. “Besides…I think I owe him a ‘visit’ since I had to leave in such a hurry, the last time I was here.”

Karen immediately understood what the term ‘visit’ meant. “You know…you don’t have to do that every time you come over.”

“Oh, I know that…” Melissa said, smiling and nodding her head. “But the thing is…Donnie’s been pulling such long double shifts all week at the hospital that I haven’t even seen him since Saturday. When he is home, the poor man’s so tuckered out that all he has the energy to do is to eat and then go straight to bed.”

Karen shook her head and said sympathetically, “I’m sorry…that must be quite frustrating…for both of you.”

Melissa took a deep breath and sighed, “Yeah, it is…but unfortunately, that’s the way of life for an ER resident.” She then handed Karen her robe and added with a cheeky grin, “So, as you can probably understand…I need to work off a little uh…’stress’ of my own.” She then gave Karen a knowing wink.

Karen shook her head and giggled, “You know…you’re beginning to remind me of my younger sister.”

“Oh really?” Melissa replied, arching her eyebrows. “I’d love to meet her someday.”

“Perhaps we should arrange that. I’ve got a feeling that you two would get along splendidly.” Still wrapped in the bedsheet, Karen walked to the door and added, “In the meantime…I’m going to go take a shower.”

Melissa responded, “Okay…while you’re doing that, I’ll go ahead and straighten up in here.” Before Karen could walk out the door, the young lawyer put her hand on her hip and added, “Or…if you’d prefer, I could join you, and ummm…wash your back for you?”

Karen stopped in her tracks and chuckled as she realized what her friend was suggesting. Permitting Melissa some liberties as she conducted massages on her in their ‘cocoon’ was one thing. However, taking it any further than that was a step that the conservative wife wasn’t yet prepared to contemplate. She turned and replied, “I appreciate the offer, but I think I can handle this one on my own.”

Melissa shrugged, “Okay, well…maybe next time, then?”

Karen didn’t answer the question. Instead, she dropped her head and sighed. “Now I’m convinced. You and my sister would definitely get along…like two peas in a pod!” She then turned and made her way down the hall toward the master bedroom, calling back over her shoulder, “I shouldn’t be but a few minutes.”

“Take your time!” Melissa hollered back. “I’ve got this covered.” Her imagination began to run wild as she watched Karen gliding down the hall, wrapped in nothing but the bedsheet. The aroused attorney’s mind then drifted off into a daydream, in which she and the statuesque MILF shared a steaming-hot shower…their slippery, naked bodies pressed against one another, wet and glistening with scented soap, as they made out feverishly beneath a splattering cascade of water.

The naughty little fantasy continued playing itself out in Melissa’s mind as she began putting the massage supplies back into her duffle bag when, suddenly, a realization popped into her head. She gasped aloud, and her eyes widened as it dawned on her. “Huh!” she whispered, looking back down the empty hallway. “She didn’t say ‘no’ about next time!”

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“Thank you, precious Lord!” Karen whispered, as she gazed down at the early-pregnancy test displaying those two beautiful words: NOT PREGNANT. She felt a wave of relief washing over her, having once again dodged another bullet after her night-long ordeal of hormone and alcohol-fueled sex with her teenaged son at the hotel in Atlanta. It had been almost a week ago, but Karen had been anxiously nervous over the entire time since that night, and now she felt a huge burden lifted off of her shoulders. Even though she had willingly allowed Jacob to flood her womb numerous times with his potent sperm and chemically-supercharged young semen, the experimental birth control drug Midoxinol, which she’d only begun taking shortly prior to that wild night of forbidden fornication with Jacob, seemed to have worked like a charm…just as Brenda had promised.

Karen had spent an entire morning earlier that week, anxiously driving to and from LaGrange, a sleepy, leafy town just as far away as Macon, but further west and closer to the Alabama border. She didn’t want another awkward encounter with Darlene, that nosy cashier from last time, and so decided a change of scenery and entirely different drug store was warranted (even if it meant a slightly longer drive). Fortunately, her cash purchase of another EPT went without a hitch and, just like in Macon, she hadn’t recognized anyone, nor had anyone recognized her.

Back home at her bathroom sink, Karen looked up and glanced at her reflection staring back at her in the mirror. After several seconds, a strange sense of nostalgia overwhelmed her as she gazed at the more mature, but still beautifully buxom woman in the reflection. Karen absentmindedly loosened the sash of her robe and allowed the silky garment to fall open in front, partially exposing her naked body. Her eyes traveled down along her feminine curves and succulently hormone-enhanced breasts, before finally settling on her stomach.

Fixing her gaze in the mirror, Karen turned sideways, then held the robe back and ran her left hand slowly over her soft tummy. Her mind drifted back to the two previous times when her mostly flat torso had proudly displayed a gloriously ripened baby bump, each time that she’d carried her two precious, unborn children.

Karen always felt that the privilege of being a mother was one of the Lord’s most precious and sacred gifts. The ability to conceive, give birth, and nurture a child was a true honor and a blessing. In her mind, it was a way for women to continue God’s plan and participate in bringing forth to fruition His miracle of life into the world. She then remembered a verse from the Bible, Psalms 127:3— “Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord, the fruit of the womb a reward”.

Looking back down at the EPT sitting on the countertop, Karen reread the words: NOT PREGNANT. As happy and relieved as she was with the result, a small part of her still felt a tinge of regret and disappointment. The middle-aged mother couldn’t help but feel a slight sense of melancholy at the realization that she’d likely never again experience the thrill and excitement of a new life growing inside of her womb.

“Mom!” Jacob’s voice rang out from the hallway.

Suddenly pulled from her daydream, Karen quickly closed and re-tied the sash of her robe.

“Mo—oooom?” Her second-born called out once again, as he entered the master bedroom.

“In—in here, Jake,” Karen replied, as she snatched the EPT from the countertop. She then slid it into the pocket of her satin robe for safekeeping, until she could dispose of it properly and above all, prevent Robert from ever catching sight of it.

When Jacob arrived at the bathroom doorway, he found his gorgeous mother brushing her hair in front of the mirror. “Mornin’ Mom!”

“Good morning, Sweetie,” Karen replied, as she continued to run the brush through her silky-smooth, dark-brown locks.

Jacob leaned against the door frame and asked, “I heard the garage door closing earlier…did Dad leave already?”

Continuing to face the mirror, Karen replied with an exasperated sigh, “Yes…he’s already left. Another early morning meeting at the office.” Still feeling guilty about the previous Saturday night at the hotel, the lovely housewife had tried to entice Robert for sex for the past several days, including that morning for some pre-dawn bedroom fun. However, the loyal, hard-working husband somehow always declined (though not without reluctance) due to a lack of time or just plain exhausted from the ever-growing demands of his job.