It Doesn't Matter, At All

* * *

Dan felt Mrs. Carver lift her head to watch him. He had to move quickly, if slightly, as she shifted, to avoid accidentally touching her. Part of him thought, hoped, that that might have been her intention.

Once she'd settled herself on her elbows, he looked up into her wonderful, loving, glowing eyes. He made a show of snaking his agile tongue out, letting it cruise all around the edges of her beautiful cunt lips. He wished he could use his hands to spread them wider, to open her to him, but that was against the rules. He repeated the motion, but this time he cheated just a bit, letting his tongue barely touch and brush the tips of her shimmering pubic hairs, knowing that she must feel it.

He worked his way up to her clit, ever so close to touching her flesh, stealing occasional glances to see that she was still watching, and to enjoy the expression of animal lust on her face as he worked. Once he reached her swollen button, he stopped to blow on it, too. As she felt his breath on her clit, Mrs. Carver squealed again, loudly, in delight, and then laughed.

"Oh, yes Danny. Yes, you're good, you're good."

She closed her eyes to enjoy the sensations. He waited until she was watching again to move his tongue in quick, tight circles in the air above her clit, blowing softly on it all the while. If he could actually touch her, he would stay here for hours, doing just this, working her clit over and over with his tongue until she begged him to fuck her, then longer still, until he couldn't take it any more. He wanted to take away all of the years of frustration this sweet woman had suffered through.

* * *

Danny made a beautiful, precious "o" with his lips, shaping them as if he were ready to take her clit completely into his mouth, to suck on it lovingly for her pleasure. Laura threw her head back onto her pillow, immediately regretting that the act hadn't accidentally pushed her tormented pussy against his young, delicious mouth.

She threw her head from side to side, feeling like this torture she'd created for herself was an unbearable agony. She couldn't stand it, having him there, having a handsome, sexy, virile young man right there, ready to fill her needs, yet not. If only he weren't her daughter's one-time lover. And friend. And forever crush, she thought.

"Fuck me, Danny," she begged guiltily, partly as part of the game, but mostly as a veiled expression of her true desires.

"Fuck me as much as you want. Fuck me now."

* * *

Dan stayed where he was, pretending to work on her clit, blowing warm breaths on her thighs and her glistening cunt lips, teasing her incessantly as she begged him to take her. He loved being there, being that close to her, seeing how wet he had made her. The scent of her filled his nostrils in a way no woman's ever had. He'd always sensed it, that scent, but had never knowingly enjoyed the aroma of a woman's sex like he did now.

He reminded himself that she was Stephanie's mother. He had to, to keep himself from abandoning all restraint and plunging into her right at that moment. But if there was any way that he could, he was going to make her come, almost no matter what it took. He was going to be the man that finally made this beautiful woman come the way she needed and deserved.

At last, when he felt he couldn't listen to her pleas for him to fuck her any longer, he slid smoothly up to hold his body over hers, very carefully keeping his arms and thighs and body from touching her at all.

* * *

Laura looked up into Dan's stern face as he held himself above her, propped on two strong arms. She looked down the length of their bodies, watching his thick, rigid cock as it moved up and back in a sawing motion, over her pubic hair and her belly, just as it would if it were inside her. The action worked well because of the wickedly delicious bend in his prick. Without it, his cock head would have been brushing against her skin. Instead, the ridge of his long shaft glided over her like a sea gull skimming along over an ocean.

Dan would move his cock down low, hovering right at the opening of her pussy, threatening to plunge into her at any moment. He would thrust himself forward, always keeping the tip of his cock just away from Laura's cunt lips, always depriving her of the feel of his young cock actually touching her ravenously hungry pussy.

He was so deliciously close. It would be so easy for him to enter her then. He could do it, just once, just for a while, just to let the forlorn insides of her cunt know how it felt. She wouldn't mind. Just for a short while.

She watched his cock move toward her, then pull back, move toward her, then pull back. She waited until she had a sense of the rhythm, his rhythm, then she closed her eyes, trying to imagine it inside her. She moaned quietly at the thought, then more loudly. Soon her own sounds filled her ears as if made by another woman.

She snapped her eyes open, embarrassed that she'd let herself go so far, so fast. She looked into his face, to see him grinning at her. She melted beneath him yet again.

"Do you like it, Mrs. Carver? Do you like having my cock slipping in and out of you like this?"

"Laura. Call me Laura."

"Do you like having my cock in you, Laura?"

She smiled up at him, while closing her eyes and nodding, returning to her world of imagined fulfillment.

"Yes, baby, yes. I do, I really do."

"You like my cock?"

"Yes."

She lay there for a long time, occasionally opening her eyes to see him studying her face, or to watch his cock as it moved across her. She spent a while studying his expression, too, smiling at him, being sure to let him know she liked it, loved it, in fact. His eyes were so intense. He looked so serious, like it was so important to him to get this right, to make her happy. Nowhere in the world was she ever going to find a man like this darling, attentive boy.

He was patient with her, unhurried. Laura closed her eyes, lost in that thought, lost in the idea of being slowly taken by this strong, giving young man, her own daughter's one time lover. He'd had Stephanie. She'd had him. This was the boy that had taken her own daughter's virginity. The thought suddenly set her clit throbbing, thrilling her as her pussy grew wetter.

He broke the silence abruptly.

"Show me you like it," he said, his voice suddenly deeper, and more commanding. "Show me what you'd do with my cock, if you could."

Laura's eyes opened again, drawn by both the words and the tone. Danny shifted his body abruptly, moving smoothly onto his back beside her.

* * *

Dan watched as Mrs. Carver, as Laura lifted herself up from the pillow. Her breasts floated over him, pleading with him to reach out and touch them. As he lifted his mouth to them she froze. He moved as close as he could, as close as he possibly could, with his lips, then froze there, too, to stare up into her eyes.

* * *

Laura could feel his breath on her nipples now, thrilled again that he'd moved so quickly and easily to them, that he was so drawn to them. His breath was hot and moist, warmer than it had felt against her wet cunt. She eased herself forward, mischievously trying to force contact between her nipple and his lips, but he saw it coming, drifting back just enough to keep her away.

Laura laughed aloud at him, and herself, for being caught trying to break the rules. He moved his nose and his cheeks around her skin, as if he were caressing the smooth curves of her tit with his face, with the scruff on his chin. He did that for a while, shifting between her breasts, seemingly enjoying this more than anything, which made her enjoy it all the more. He looked up at her with his own green-brown eyes.

"Suck my cock, Mrs. Carver. Suck your young lover's cock. Suck it like Stephanie did, like your daughter did."

The harsh, nearly incestuous words excited her more than anything yet. She hadn't expected it to. She had been trying to think of Danny only as a young man, one she knew intimately, one she respected, and one she was physically attracted to, but not entirely as her lover, her daughter's lover first, and now her own. She was constantly aware of the fact, but kept pushing it back.

She knew that was a lie. She knew all along what she was doing and thinking. But when he had said it out loud, when he had put it into words, it all came bubbling to the surface. It thrilled her.

"I can't wait to suck it, Danny. Mrs. Carver's going to make love to your beautiful, young, innocent cock like no other woman ever could," she said, making her voice as breathy and as sexy as she could, feeling suddenly, unstoppably wicked.

* * *

Dan watched as Stephanie's mother lowered her sweet, beautiful mouth towards him. She stopped to look at him. Her bewitching, beautiful face gazed lovingly and lustily into his eyes past his own rock hard cock. He felt it twitch and respond, almost as if he could come at that moment, just at the sight of her.

Her enticing, full, wide lips opened slowly, dramatically. She placed them just short of the base of his cock, then let them glide erotically but casually up the length of his shaft, always just a fraction of a twitch away from touching him. She moved back to the base the same way, then repeated the motions. There she copied him, blowing on his cock, at first softly, then more firmly, with hot, heavy, tickling breaths. She moved her lips up and down the length of it, along the outer ridge and the sides, and even the head, blowing on it the whole time.

Dan sucked in a sharp, loudly appreciative breath of his own, then released a moan of sheer, sinful pleasure.

* * *

The sounds he made for her were fantastic. She didn't think she'd ever want to listen to a man again, unless it was Danny enjoying the pleasure she was bringing him.

Laura moved to position her face in front of the very tip of his cock. Once there she opened her mouth as wide as she could. She had to be careful, now, or she would touch him. She concentrated as she slowly, carefully, precisely lowered her lips over his cock, taking it as far inside her mouth as she could without letting it skim her lips or teeth or tongue.

Once she'd gone as far as she dared, Laura closed her eyes and held herself there, enjoying the thought of her position, and wishing she had the nerve to close her mouth on him. Then she imagined the boy coming, then and there, in her mouth. She imagined him overwhelmed by the sight of her with her mouth around his cock, so overwhelmed that he would shoot a satisfying blast of cum straight onto her eager, waiting, parched tongue.

* * *

Dan could feel his eyes open wider as he watched Mrs. Carver lower herself onto his cock, actually taking him into her mouth. The raw heat of her breath and mouth that close to his cock, surrounding it, was mind wrenching. He didn't think any woman's mouth, any woman's cunt, had ever felt that hot, and she wasn't even touching him.

Nothing, no real blowjob, no experience at all, in his entire life, was ever going to match this.

His hands found the sheets at his side, grabbing them in bunches to help fight back the urge to surrender to his lust. They offered a feeble substitute for what he wanted, to instead reach out to grab her head and force her completely onto his aching dick.

"Oh, God, Mrs. Carver, Shit, shit, shit. Laura, please, please..." he begged, knowing, hoping she would ignore him, but hoping, wishing she couldn't.

Mrs. Carver pulled her mouth away as she shifted positions again. When she did so, she flipped her head to clear a lock of hair from her eyes. The action tossed her long hair about. It fell across his cock in a rush, breaking the rules. It was only the slightest breeze of a touch, the feather touch of her long hair, but compared to the extended torment of imagined contact, it felt like a strong, firm hand grabbing and squeezing his shaft. The sudden, undeniable, physical sensation, after the seemingly endless moments of suffering, was exquisite.

* * *

The loud, tortured moan that came from Danny's mouth shocked Laura, almost sending her into an orgasm herself. She could actually feel her own clit pulsing, throbbing with the need to come. She hadn't intended to, but she'd touched him with her hair. She decided now that that was allowed by the rules. She purposely lifted her head to move it about, dragging her long straight hair back and forth across his stomach and inner thighs and his raging, pleading cock.

"Laura, Mrs. Carver, sweet Laura, sweet, hot Mrs. Carver, yes, please, yes..."

Danny's pleas were endless. He begged and begged for her to tease him, as if she would ever have the will to stop herself.

* * *

Dan looked down to watch her. She was cheating with herself, too. She had one hand between her legs, gently rubbing her pussy. That was absolutely cheating, he thought. He should be doing that for her.

He watched, enchanted, as Mrs. Carver lowered her eyes to the side of his shaft, agonizingly close, staring at his cock. She fluttered them, brushing her eyelashes quickly across the sensitive skin. He sucked in another sharp, approving breath.

"Come for me, Danny. Come for me like you did for Stephanie."

"I will, Mrs. Carver. I'll come for you. I'll come even more for you."

She started to moan loudly, uncontrollably, as she rubbed herself harder and faster. Her head moved more quickly, too, violently whipping her hair across his cock. The feel of it was incredible. He had already felt that he couldn't take any more, that if she simply looked into his eyes at that moment he would come for her. But now, with her hair whispering against his skin, back and forth, like the cunt of a phantom, he knew he wasn't going to last much longer. He never thought it would happen, that this game would ever take him this far, but he felt himself build to and past the point of complete release.

* * *

Laura had been holding herself back, trying not to come, slowing her own fingers and fighting back the feelings of love and lust and longing. Then she watched in joy as Danny's cock suddenly stiffened. A moment later a wave of cum shot out of it, spewing drops across his belly as far as his ribs. Some of them landed on her golden hair, delighting her.

He had come for her, and on her, if only on her hair. The darling baby had come on her. She had made the boy come on her.

His cock jerked again. She watched smugly as he came again, at her whim, leaving more pools of cum above and below his sexy navel. The drops gathered into rivulets in the sharp creases between his abdominal muscles, glistening for her in the soft, dark light like diamonds.

Laura listened then to Danny's panting breaths as he recovered from the experience. She felt him move, lifting his head to look at her. She eagerly looked back at him, grinning.

* * *

Dan lay there at that moment, totally in love with Mrs. Carver, with Stephanie's mother, his ex-girlfriend's mother, his friend's mother. He was utterly entranced by the sight of her as she extended her tongue and lowered it only to stop, tantalizingly short, of each drop of cum on his belly. She moved from one drop to the next, pretending to lick and kiss and suck his belly clean. She smiled as she mimed relishing and greedily swallowing every drop of his cum.

He instinctively reached toward her head with one hand, only just remembering to stop himself in time. He allowed himself one, brutal moment of pretending to press her head against him, to slip his fingers into her golden hair and force this sweet, attentive, experienced woman to take his cum more eagerly. When it became too much, he let his hand drop to his side where he once again grabbed handfuls of sheets in frustration.

She looked up at him with a face full of pure, kittenish lust. She was so beautiful.

"You fucking sweet minx," he growled at her. "You fucking, beautiful, sweet, evil minx."

She pushed herself upright. He looked at her large breasts in the dim light, then let his eyes wander down to where her hand still gently rubbed her clit. He felt further frustration that he couldn't help her more, that he was failing her. He'd come, she'd made him come, and he couldn't do the same for her.

She moved then, abruptly, purposefully, to carefully straddle him, balancing on the balls of her feet, always sure to avoid contact, always sure to obey the rules.

She hovered there, with her cunt just above his tormented, but satisfied, cock. He'd come, yes, but he still needed more. He needed to be touched. He needed to touch her. He desperately wanted to feel himself inside of her. The thought of it kept him hard.

She rocked back and forth, as if rubbing her pussy against him, all the while rubbing her hands on her clit. When she moved, she was close enough that he could feel the searing heat of her, the heat of Mrs. Carver's burning golden cunt on his now hypersensitive prick. She cheated further, letting one long finger slip into her slit, then she withdrew it, glistening, for him to see.

"See what you're doing to me, Danny? Tell me you want me, too. Tell me you want me the way I want you," she begged.

"I can't, Mrs. Carver, I can't have you," Dan replied, his voice hoarse and throaty.

"You can't, but tell me you want me. Say it!"

"Fuck, yes, Mrs. Carver, fuck yes, I want you."

"Call me Laura, Danny. Say it again, Danny," she pleaded. "Tell me what you want to do to me."

Her voice was rising, becoming frantic. The pace of her hand against her cunt had quickened, too. She had one finger deep inside herself now, while the heel of her thumb made harsh, violent circles on her clit. She drew her breaths in sharply, in a staccato of quick, short, bursts. Each time she exhaled a small squeal escaped from her throat.

"I want you, Laura, I want to fuck you. I do," Dan said boldly, forcefully, leaving no doubt that he truly meant it. "I want to fuck the shit out of you, Laura, I want to fuck you all night long, I want to fuck your sweet, loving, hot, wet cunt all fucking night."

"Me too, Danny," she cried. Her words became almost incoherent as her body began to shudder in climax. "Me too, I want to fuck you, too, Danny, I want to fuck my baby's lover. Please fuck me, please. Fuck me like you fucked Stephanie. Fuck me even harder. Please fill me with your young, big, beautiful cock."

Her pleas turned to screams mixed with moans. Her head whipped about, tossing her hair through the air. Dan watched her tits vibrate marvelously, rocked by the force of her orgasms, until she fell to the bed at his side, panting and laughing and moaning, all at once.

* * *

It was still dark when Dan awoke, with Mrs. Carver calmly asleep at his side. In their sleep she had rolled over beside him. Her head rested against his shoulder, finally and completely breaking the golden rule of the night.

Dan kissed her once, on the forehead, for real, praying it wouldn't wake her. Then he carefully and quietly left the bed and the room. He dressed thoughtfully as he looked out the window at the city skyline.

He wanted to stay. He wanted her to wake up in his arms, but there was no way he could. They were both going to be mortified in the bright light of day. They probably wouldn't even be able to speak to each other for weeks.

She was too important to him, and he to her. He had to get out now, to give her her space, and to let them both come to grips with what they'd just done.

Somehow, though, he didn't feel guilty just yet. He wasn't sure that it had even qualified as sex, or cheating. He and Stephanie were long broken up. And after all, they hadn't touched each other. He never laid a hand on Stephanie's mother. It didn't count. It didn't matter.

But she'd come for him, and she had made him come more forcefully and satisfyingly than he'd ever thought he could.