It Doesn't Matter, Much

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* * *

Laura looked over at Danny's hand on her shoulder as they left the movie theater. It was nice of him to take her out, to help her to get over Matt. It kept her from moping, even if it was only a charade date with her daughter's ex-boyfriend, their sixth since she'd been dumped, with as many lunches thrown in.

Walking arm in arm with him, like this, felt so natural. It really felt like they were lovers, even if they never could be. Still, the game they were playing was a wonderful escape, except for the complete lack of sex.

That part was starting to hurt. At least before, when she'd had Matt, she could feel a cock ravishing her and pretend that it was Danny's. Now she couldn't even do that. She only had her own fingers, and memories.

* * *

Dan watched Mrs. Carver, Laura, glance over at his hand on her shoulder. He should take it away, he thought. They were playing at this too much, and she was starting to take it too seriously. At first, it was just an easy way to lighten her mood, to help her get over the surprise of being dumped. And after that first amazing experience they'd shared, that one night of forbidden and yet still un-sated lust, it just seemed to fit, with the two of them pretending to be dating, tentative lovers every once in a while.

If only she weren't so damn gorgeous, Dan thought to himself. He knew they looked like the perfect couple together. Sure, she was obviously older than him, but he knew that every guy and every woman, of any age, looked enviously at them. She fit under his arm just right. He glanced down, watching her tantalizing breasts jiggle gently as they walked. She'd opened her blouse so that he could see where her bare flesh disappeared under her bra. She'd said she felt uncomfortably hot. He knew she'd done it for him.

Dan let his hand mischievously coast down her arm, then find her hip and rise back up to just trace and graze the curve of her narrow waist and side and torso, until he felt the strap of her bra, before returning his hand to where it belonged. Her curves felt so good. Dan wished he could find a way to discreetly touch her and look at her, both at once.

He turned his head, tipping it down, to smell her hair, taking in her pleasant, comforting scent. He remembered refusing to smell Megan's hair, that last night that he'd slept with her. The memory made him stiffen, suddenly uneasy.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" Mrs. Carver asked, sensing his abrupt tension.

"Nothing. Mrs. Carver."

"Don't call me 'Mrs. Carver', honey," she said.

"Why not?" Dan asked. "I always have."

It was time to end the game, he'd decided abruptly. They were both getting too involved. He had to find Mrs. Carver another boyfriend, a real boyfriend, and one that wasn't going to hurt her the way Matt had.

She didn't bite. She didn't answer him. She didn't let the conversation continue. She just leaned more snugly into him, while unexpectedly moving one hand to rub his abdomen. It felt uncomfortably familiar and sexual. He should have pushed her hand away, but he liked it too much.

Okay, he'd play along some more tonight, he thought. But he'd start dating again, and stop seeing Mrs. Carver for more than an odd lunch here and there.

* * *

Dan felt his cell phone vibrate for the third time. He'd completely ignored the first two calls. He took a sip of his beer, glancing around the dark bar briefly. He didn't look for too long. He kept his attention on Sara. She looked so much like Mrs. Carver it was almost unsettling. If he could get her back to his place, he wouldn't even make her lay face down. She was the perfect Mrs. Carver doll, a great first step in separating himself from lusting after his ex-girlfriend's mother.

His phone vibrated again. He bothered to at least look at the display this time, and saw it was her, Mrs. Carver. He reluctantly excused himself to drift into a more quiet corner to answer it.

"I'm out at a bar. What's going on?"

"My sink is badly clogged, and it's making me crazy."

"Talk up. Your sink again? You must be kidding. Does it have to be now? Can't it wait?"

"No. I don't want to go out tonight, I want to stay in and cook something. And it's gross. And it's Friday. The building engineer won't be around to fix it until Monday. Please? Just come over real quick? Please?"

Dan looked at Sara. She was staring over at him. When he looked at her she quickly looked away, while taking a deep breath that expanded her chest invitingly. He knew that sign. He could get her to leave with him very soon.

He was ready to say no to Mrs. Carver, when he realized that he'd be dismissing the woman he found most attractive in the world, and his friend, to try to sleep with a woman that looked like her. Somehow, that seemed just too twisted. He gritted his teeth unconsciously as he wrestled with everything.

"Okay, okay. I'm not far away. I'll be over in a minute. It better not take long."

Dan apologized to Sara, and begged her to wait there for him, then headed out to unclog a sink.

* * *

Laura lay nervously on her bed, naked, wondering if she was making a big mistake. She and Danny had only been "dating" for three weeks now. Danny hadn't seen another woman once in that time, as far as she knew. She'd even heard him blow some of them off when they called. Some woman named Megan seem particularly anxious, and frustrated. She obviously knew what she'd been missing.

Laura wondered wistfully what she herself had been missing.

But Danny had to be ready to explode by this point. After three weeks of celibacy and constant teasing, he couldn't possibly resist taking things a step further now.

She checked the bonds one more time. Tying her ankles to the bedposts had been easy. She'd used pantyhose. For fun, she'd used four different bright colors; red, blue, yellow and purple. She first tied each of the four pairs of hose to the feet of the bed at all four corners. Then she climbed up on the bed and tied each of her ankles, with the yellow and purple, as tightly as she could, so her legs were spread wide. It was hard to move them much at all.

Tying her left wrist with the blue hose had been more difficult, but after many frustrating tries she did it adequately with her free hand. For her right wrist, she'd tied a loose knot ahead of time with the red hose, with a big loop, before she'd tied the left. Then it was just a matter of slipping her wrist into the loop and pulling it taught.

She wasn't quite as well confined as she wanted to be, but it was good enough, or so she hoped.

Now there was nothing to do but to wait for Danny.

Laura started having doubts. What if Danny didn't want to go through with this? Maybe she should have tried to get him drunk, first, or at least talked about it. Hopefully, he'd had at least a few at the bar.

Laura wanted this more than anything right now.

* * *

"Mrs. Carver?" Dan called as he stepped into the dark apartment.

The only light was in her bedroom, so he turned the corner into the short hall to check for her there.

Dan stopped abruptly, in shock. Mrs. Carver lay before him, entirely naked, with her arms and legs stretched out, spread-eagled in an "X", tied to the four corners of the bed with brightly colored, sheer fabric. Her beautiful golden cunt stared straight at him. It was the very first thing his eyes were drawn to. He struggled to look away, taking in her entire form instead.

Her breasts, large, firmly rounded cones, pointed straight up at the ceiling like the pyramids of Egypt, heaving from her deep, slow breaths. He could see her nipples clearly. Their color almost matched her pale skin, being just a delicate shade pinker and darker. They looked frighteningly hard and erect, as hard as he suddenly realized his cock was becoming.

She whimpered as she writhed around, seemingly trying to get free, but not trying very hard. Dan stood entranced by the motions of her body, squirming everywhere, with muscles tightening and relaxing, and her head tossing occasionally from one side to the other, whipping her hair about. Strands of straight blonde hair fell wildly across her eyes and mouth.

* * *

Laura put on as much of a show for Danny as she could. If nothing else, even if he panicked and rejected her, she wanted him to enjoy the sight of her body. She wanted to give him something to remember, something that would give him fits as he tried to fall asleep.

She belatedly wished that she'd worn some of her lingerie for him, something sheer, and inviting, and painfully naughty.

Danny just stood there in the doorway, staring at her body. She stared anxiously at his eyes, trying to adopt the same intense expression that he always wore so easily.

"I had to do this, Danny," she finally said. Her tone was even, with just a hint of tremble, from true nervousness. She had wanted to make her voice breathy and frantic, but was afraid that it would sound corny. To Laura's ears, it came out that way anyway.

"I had to tie myself up, to keep from touching you this time."

Laura tensed as she waited for Danny's response, then forced herself to relax. She closed her eyes, waiting for Danny to tell her to stop it, or to just untie her, or even simply turn and leave her helpless. She couldn't look at him.

He stood there, at the foot of her bed, staring at her for what seemed like an eternity. After a while, Laura couldn't resist. She half opened her eyes, peering at him through surreptitious slits.

Danny began unbuckling his belt.

* * *

Dan tried to take it slow, to be the one in complete control in the room. He forced himself to patiently undo his belt, and his zipper, before kicking off his shoes and lowering his pants. When he took his shirt off, he threw it at her. It landed on her precious tits and her face, startling her. She laughed softly into the cloth.

He sat on the bed beside her. As he tugged his shirt off of her, he revealed that beautiful, wide, full lipped mouth, wearing a bright, satisfied smile. He continued drawing his shirt gently toward himself, watching jealously as the fabric enjoyed a light caress across her round tits, jerking slightly as it caught at and then exposed each erect nipple in turn.

Mrs. Carver looked at him, her expression calm but otherwise unreadable, and he looked back at her, keeping his own face stonily serious.

"You can't fuck me, Danny," she told him. "You can't touch me. You're Stephanie's lover, not mine."

"I'll do whatever I want with you, Mrs. Carver," he told her.

Dan rose up onto his knees, towering over her, looking down at her exquisite face beneath his raging, surging cock.

* * *

After months, after wasted months, his cock was finally there again. Danny's cock was right there, so close she could touch it, if she hadn't foolishly tied herself up first. She knew now that it wasn't just part of the tease. She really did have to tie herself up, because without doing so she would be hungrily holding his cock in her hand right now. Laura had to squeeze her eyes shut at the thought, scolding herself, fighting back the guilt and enjoying the vivid image of the fantasy, all at once.

He was Stephanie's lover. Once lover, at least. Her daughter's once lover. And if Stephanie had her way, he would be again. Maybe not now, but soon, once they both graduated. And the boy was half her age. She'd watched him grow up, for Christ's sake. She'd watched him ride his bicycle down the street, proudly wearing his little league uniform.

Now his magnificent, tempting cock was right there.

She opened her eyes again, wondering what Danny would read in her face. Would he see the confusion, or the fear, or the lust? She was sure that everything was written there and easy to see. It was embarrassing, but at the same time she wanted Danny to see it all. She wanted him to sense every emotion she was feeling.

Danny was silent as he leaned forward, lowering his cock to within tantalizing inches of Laura's face. She watched as it grew, until it filled her vision, becoming the only thing that she could see, his cock, and his sandy brown pubic hairs, and his young, taught, athletic abdomen. Laura smoothly raised her head up, trying to take his young, hard cock into her mouth.

Danny jerked away. He was too quick for her.

"You're obviously not tied up well enough, you nasty little minx. I'll have to watch myself with you. Keep you out of trouble."

"I'm supposed to keep you out of trouble, little boy," she said evenly, almost as if by keeping her voice under control Danny might make a mistake and allow himself to get too close. "I'm old enough to be your mother. I fed you snacks at my kitchen table."

Now he could feed her a snack, she thought to herself.

Danny looked at her, still serious, then let his eyes leisurely coast down across her body once more. As soon as he did so, she wriggled some more for him, pretending to try to work herself free of her bonds.

Danny moved abruptly. Laura froze as he smoothly straddled her torso, not touching her, but balancing his cock and his balls just above the steep valley between her breasts.

* * *

"You want to tit fuck me, Danny? Is that what you want? Do you want to tit fuck your girlfriend's mother?"

"Ex-girlfriend."

"Stephanie wouldn't like it."

Dan felt his cock twitch and surge impulsively. The sound of her voice was exquisitely sinful. She was fucking him now even when she talked to him.

"Do you want to slip that cock across my tits? Do you want to fuck Mrs. Carver's tits?"

She inhaled, just like Sara had in the bar. Her magnificent tits rose toward Dan, seeming to grow before his eyes, straining up toward his cock. The sight of it was overwhelming. Dan almost fell on her then and there, abandoning all restraint and sense of conscience.

"Is that what you want, Mrs. Carver? Is that all you want?"

She didn't reply. She just gave him a wide, close mouthed smile, as she closed her eyes and turned her head to the side.

Dan focused on his cock, with her beautiful body right beneath it. Yes, he thought, he did want to tit fuck her. He'd imagined it since he was sixteen, and all of his friends talked openly about it. He'd told them to shut up, that she was Stephanie's mother, and he'd kill them if they even thought about it again. Then he went home and imagined it himself.

He wished he could bring himself to actually do it, but he kept thinking of Stephanie. And snacks at Mrs. Carver's kitchen table.

* * *

Laura felt the bed rocking. The motion tugged alternately on her wrists and her ankles where she was bound, rhythmically, as if her whole body were a cock being moved back and forth over the mattress. She opened her eyes to see Danny staring down at her as he slipped his hips, and his cock, forward and backward, within her cleavage yet without ever touching her breasts, his balls swinging back and forth like a pendulum. Laura arched her back, trying to bring them into contact. She brushed him ever so slightly before he lifted himself away.

"You slut, you're not tied down tightly enough," he told her. He slipped off of her to move around the bed, checking and tightening each of her bonds in turn, blue, purple, yellow, then red. He completely retied her right wrist to the bed post, making it considerably more taught, stretching Laura almost painfully across the mattress.

"That's still not good enough," he told her. "You can still wiggle around too much."

Laura stared at him, wondering what he'd do. For a brief moment she worried that he might not return to her now. She squirmed left and right, feeling the soft, constricting burn of the hose that bound all of her limbs.

Her fears were instantly allayed, as he climbed onto the bed to kneel beside her.

"Okay, you can't be trusted, so I can't get too close to you," he said. "But you touched yourself the last time, that was allowed, so now I get to touch myself."

With that, Danny held his cock in one hand. He started to stroke it, right over her. Laura writhed some more, struggling to get free, knowingly giving Danny an erotic show, as he jerked off over her. Laura moaned and pleaded with him, staring at his cock the whole time.

"Let me help, Danny. Let me touch your cock and help you come."

"I could help you, Danny. Stephanie got to touch your cock, I know she did. Let me love your cock, too."

"Let me make you come, Danny. Let me be the one to make you come."

The more Laura talked, the faster Danny pumped his cock with his hand. He closed his eyes briefly, panting softly, before jerking them open to stare into hers. His gaze raked over her body as he started to moan. Laura worked at memorizing the sound, creating a recording in her mind that she could play back whenever she wished, the sound of Stephanie's handsome young man coming for her mother instead.

"Come for me, Danny. Come for me, and come on me. Come on my tits, Danny. Come on your Mrs. Carver's delicious, lonely tits."

* * *

Mrs. Carver's begging was driving Dan well past the brink. He looked at her gorgeous body beneath him, and the way she wriggled and moved for him, straining to get free, to touch him.

He should do it, he thought. She wanted it. He wanted it. He shouldn't actually fuck her, but he could tit fuck her. Why not? As it was, he was going to come on her. He was going to come on Stephanie's mother's tits, the most beautiful and erotic tits in the world.

With that thought, it was too late. He felt his cock swell in his hand, the skin growing more taught, as the cum filled his cock and strained to break free. He let out a long, loud animal groan, grasping at and losing any conscious thoughts of doing anything further, anything other than coming at that moment. He watched with a feeling of elation and freedom as the cum burst from the tip of his cock, spraying drops across his Mrs. Carver's heaving tits. Large drops pooled on her hard nipples, dripping down the curves of her breasts. One blast shot up to her collar bone, under her neck, regrettably not nearly close enough to her beautiful mouth.

She stopped squirming then. Instead she arched her back, thrusting her tits at him, trying to make certain that every drop hit her. She squealed and laughed as he came on her.

"Oh, God, yes, Danny. Yes, baby, yes, cover me, cover my tits. Come for me some more. Keep coming for Mrs. Carver. Give me as much cum as you gave my baby, my daughter, Stephanie. Please."

She looked up into his eyes then. He felt a sudden warmth flood through him as he looked into her beautiful green eyes, and she looked back at him lovingly, and smiled.

"You're a naughty boy, Danny. You came on your girlfriend's mother. I wanted you to fuck me, but you didn't. Now I'll have to wait. Selfish."

Dan didn't answer her. He slouched back onto his heels, then reached forward to brush some loose locks of hair from his Mrs. Carver's angelic face. Her hair had scattered all about in her throes of lust. He took his time arranging her hair. Whenever his hand came near her face, she closed her eyes, purred and pressed her cheek against him. He rewarded her with one soft, slow caress along the ridge of her chin, before backing off to stand on the floor.

"Your turn," he told her, untying just her right hand, after which he retreated further away to sit on the edge of the bed to watch her make herself come, while watching him. Her hand snaked along her body, slipping easily into her golden hole, where it started to play. It didn't take long for her to climax, but once it started it seemed to last for hours. She stared harshly at him the whole time.

* * *

When Dan stepped out of Mrs. Carver's apartment, he closed the door behind him and quickly leaned against the hallway wall, letting out a long, deep breath.

They must be crazy, he thought, then he thought about Stephanie. They must be positively crazy.