It Doesn't Matter, Much

He thought briefly about Sara, Mrs. Carver's near twin, back at the bar. He mentally shrugged her off. Dan returned to his own apartment grinning. There was no way he was wasting a night with a stranger after this.

* * *

The next day Mrs. Carver called to tell him her sink was still broken, that he hadn't done a thorough enough job fixing it. He grinned into the phone as he asked when he should come over.

"Now."

Dan couldn't hang up the phone fast enough.

* * *

As he stepped around the corner, he was shocked to see Mrs. Carver tied this time standing up, spread-eagled against her bedroom door. The door was closed, and the colored pantyhose, red, blue, yellow, purple, looped up over and down under the corners of the door, with ends tied to her wrists and ankles, pinning her in place like the beautiful assistant that serves as a horrifying target in a circus knife throwing act. Further pairs of colored hose, green and pink and white, ran in bands across her body, holding her more tightly against the door. This time she could barely move.

She wore her red corset, garters and stockings for him, the same ones she'd modeled before him for that fool Matt. Her hair was tousled into her face, as if she'd been struggling with whoever had tied her up.

Before anything else, Dan went carefully about making sure that all of her bonds were tightened further, before he got too close. She had left some of them lose, so he tightened them all thoroughly.

"Did you think you'd get free?" he asked. "Did you think you could trick me?"

Mrs. Carver watched him in angry silence the whole time, until he finished, stepping back to admire his work, and her. He stood before her, calmly looking down on her bound and helpless body, appraising her as if he were buying a sleek, sporty convertible.

Dan looked, really looked, at her full, naked form for he realized the very first time in his life. Her body screamed sex at him. It screamed and shrieked and begged for him to take her. She wasn't just female, she was achingly female. The large, firm tits. The curving spread of her hips narrowing into a trim waist. The experienced cunt that knew exactly what it wanted, and how to return the favor. The sweetly innocent, yet whorish face.

Her whole body screamed "whore" to him, experienced, willing whore.

Dan mentally slapped himself at the thought. He slapped himself for thinking of Mrs. Carver as a whore. She was so much more, so much better than that. But here she was, tied up for him, displaying herself to him, offering herself to him. She was the world's most perfect and desirable whore.

"What are you going to do with me, Danny?"

"With you?"

"To me. What are you going to do to me?"

"Whatever I want, Mrs. Carver."

"Nothing naughty. You're my daughter's boyfriend, my little baby girl's true love. There are a lot of things you can't do."

"I'll do whatever I want, Mrs. Carver, as much as I want."

"No, Danny. Not whatever you want."

"Whatever I want."

With that he stepped forward, easing his cheek right beside hers. He inhaled, long and loudly, taking in the scent of her perfume and her hair. This time he relished it. He let his nose trace the lines of her temple, and chin, and neck and then shoulder, enjoying her scent the whole time. When his head reached her shoulder, he planted one very light, almost imperceptible kiss there.

"Don't kiss me, Danny. You can't kiss me like that. Not like you kiss Stephanie."

Dan glared at her, then kissed her shoulder again. He repeated his feather light kisses, over and over again, always in a slightly different spot. He covered her shoulder, then worked his way up her constricted arm until he neared the yellow stocking binding it to the door at the wrist. When he'd gone as far as he could he kissed his way back down to her shoulder, to work his way up her neck from there. She turned her head away, as she might from a rapist, but exposing more of her flesh for him to kiss.

"Stop it, Danny. It's wrong. You're a little boy, my daughter's little lover boy. You're Stephanie's."

He worked his way around her neck, covering it with kisses. He worked his way over her entire throat, then to the edge of her chin, then up her cheek. His kisses rained on her face, working their way closer and closer to her lips.

* * *

As his lips neared hers, Laura froze. She desperately wanted to move, to bring her lips to touch his. Laura ached to lingeringly kiss her daughter's young lover. But she wanted to kiss him right, and she wanted him to kiss her right, or rather, wrong. She wanted him to kiss her passionately. She wanted their first kiss to be amazing.

She was afraid that if she forced it, and he pulled away, she would ruin everything, so she stayed utterly, completely still, waiting and hoping for his lips to continue where she wished.

Danny explored her face with his soft, warm lips. He dabbed kisses on her nose, her chin, her cheeks, her eyelids. He explored her brow, then traced a path between her eyes down the bridge of her nose to its tip. There he stopped.

Laura opened her eyes, not even remembering having closed them, to see Danny's face in hers, close, staring at her intently. He moved his lips ever nearer to hers, until they were a hair's width away. She felt the boy's warm, moist breaths on her mouth, one, two, three in a row.

* * *

Her lips looked so luscious. Her mouth was wide, wider than his. Her lips were full, and moist, mostly from licking them in fits of lust. They were slightly pursed, and slightly parted, inviting him, calling him, and waiting for him.

"What do you want me to do, Mrs. Carver?"

"Do whatever you want. I can't stop you."

Their lips were so close, she said the words straight into his mouth.

"But what do you want?"

"I want whatever you want, Danny. Take whatever you want."

"Do you want me to kiss you?"

"Yes."

"Say it. Say you want me to kiss you."

Dan breathed the words onto her lips, then waited to feel her breathe her answer onto his.

"I want you to kiss me."

"Stephanie wouldn't like that, Mrs. Carver."

"I want Stephanie's lover to kiss me. Kiss me hard, Danny. Kiss me. Kiss me hard and take whatever else you want."

He was so close. She was so close. The slightest move would press their lips together and end his torment, and hers.

Dan held himself in check. He longed to kiss her, with a passion that he'd never shown any other woman. Something stopped him, though. He hesitated. It wasn't that it felt wrong. It felt too good to be wrong. Inside it felt right. But it didn't seem like it was time, or rather, it didn't seem like this was the way their first kiss should be, with her bound barbarously to a door, subject to his every whim, even if she was asking for it.

Dan kissed her chin just below the lips, before working his way quickly back down to her neck with a flurry of light kisses. She let out a soft, high pitched whine, a clear expression of her disappointment. Dan smiled to himself at her torment.

He let his lips wander down to her collar bone, then further down her chest. She inhaled deeply and loudly as his kisses approached her breasts. When his lips neared one exquisite mound he let a long, hot, heavy breath touch her, but he didn't kiss her there.

* * *

Laura held her breath. Her entire body stiffened, waiting for the touch of Danny's lips on the starving flesh of her breast. The kisses were so light they were almost imperceptible. His lips were warm and soft, and torturously gentle. They'd missed her own lips, they were impossibly ghostly kisses on the rest of her flesh, but she could endure that and more if he kissed her breasts, if he would only kiss her foolishly forbidden breasts.

Laura screamed inside her head as his lips passed, so close yet not close enough, over the curve of her tit. He breathed heavily, noisily on her skin, and on her nipple, as he drifted over her. She whimpered delicately as she sensed that familiar wet warmth spreading and growing throughout her pussy, bought to life by denying her everything she wanted.

* * *

Dan fought with himself, fought the urge to kiss at least the flesh around her nipple. Once he passed over her magnificent breast, to the ribs beneath, he let the feather kisses resume. Mrs. Carver exhaled sharply when he did, clearly agitated that he'd skipped kissing at the best part, or at least what Dan thought was her best part. More than any other part of her body, and he loved it all, he loved her breasts.

"Don't kiss my tits, Danny. Remember, I'm Mrs. Carver, Stephanie's mother. Don't kiss my tits."

Dan laughed softly at her, then remorsefully continued down her belly. He should have let himself do it, he thought. Enough was enough. He should do it. Cross the line. Fuck Stephanie. Enjoy it. Enjoy Mrs. Carver.

Instead he explored her belly button for a while, giving it several kisses. He briefly, and very, very gently, flicked his tongue into it, like a tiny cock invading a tiny cunt, before moving on. His lips kissed their way over the ridge of her pelvis, to the side of her thigh. From his knees, he looked up into her eyes, as his lips worked their way over the top of her leg toward her pubic hair.

Laura stared at him intently, clearly waiting to see if he would continue. He calmly, mischievously stared back.

"Not my pussy, baby. Don't kiss my pussy. Don't. Stephanie wouldn't like it."

Dan smiled at her wickedly, then detoured down the inside of her thigh, planting hundreds of barely perceptible kisses on her, always avoiding what she really wanted. He avoided kissing utterly improper parts of her. It still wasn't wrong, he thought. These were kisses that, taken one of a time, were perfectly appropriate and acceptable for him to give this woman, a woman that had known him as a child.

It was just that she was wearing lingerie, and bound to a door, and he was giving her not one tender kiss, but thousands. And his cock was harder than it had ever been in his life. His cock was begging him to stop playing games. It was almost ordering him to stop playing games. He needed to give it what it wanted, and what he knew the teased and taunted Mrs. Carver wanted as well.

Dan let his lips wander so close to her cunt. He moved his face closer, right before her, inhaling loudly while grinning up at her anguished expression. He even let his lips wander through the ends of her pubic hair, letting them tickle his lips, and letting her feel just how close he really was. When he did so, it was her turn to inhale loudly, followed by a tortured moan.

Dan spent an eternity teasing her, kissing almost every conceivable part of her body, except for her breasts, and pussy, and ass, and her own beautiful, full, wide, tempting lips.

* * *

The torment was absolutely killing her. Laura started to writhe again in her bonds, this time not as a show for Danny, but because she was truly trying to break free. The feel of his hot lips just barely touching her skin was killing her. The way he maneuvered near but then stayed away from the most sensitive parts of her body was agonizing. She had been sure that this time he would give in, that he'd finally surrender and take her, giving her what she knew they both wanted and needed.

Reverse psychology wasn't working. Her pleas for him to stay away hadn't lured him in. She abandoned any thought of ploys and manipulation for sheer, unrestrained, passionate candor.

"Damn it, Danny, fuck me. Fuck me now, Danny. Stop it. Stop teasing me and fuck me."

Laura shocked herself at the strength of the emotion in her voice. She glared down at Danny, who was grinning evilly as he worked his way back up her body, lingering on her belly, moving ever closer to her breasts or her crotch, only to suddenly reverse and wander elsewhere.

"Do it, Danny. No one will know. I won't tell. I can't stop you. Fuck me. Fuck me just like you fucked Stephanie. Fuck me harder."

He laughed coarsely at her. He stood up, stepped back and grinned at her yet again.

"My cunt is so wet, Danny. Touch it and see. It's wet for you. It's wet for my daughter's young lover. Fuck it like you fucked my little girl's cunt. Fuck my cunt like you fucked Stephanie's."

Laura stared down in delight and triumph as Danny, once again, began to undo his belt.

* * *

Dan couldn't believe the look of uncontrollable lust on his Mrs. Carver's face as he removed his pants, letting her once again see what she'd done to his cock. He stood naked in front of her for a while, waiting for her to start whimpering in frustration. It didn't take long. Her eyes darted between his own eyes and his cock.

"Oh, please, Danny. Don't stand there. Please fuck me. Please."

Dan smiled at her again.

"Is that what you want, Mrs. Carver? You want this cock stretching your pussy?"

"Yes."

"What if I don't?"

A look of panic flooded into her face before she recovered enough to smile at him.

"I know you do. I know you want it. It's yours, Danny. My pussy is yours, right now, if you take it right now. Mrs. Carver's pussy is yours. I'm giving it to you."

Dan stepped up to her, just inches away. Her head lunged at him, viciously trying to kiss his lips, forcing him to reflexively jerk back, laughing as he did.

"Danny!"

He eased to the side, out of her reach, so she couldn't try again. She pulled down on the bonds over her head, stretching them some. She looked up at the purple one on her right wrist, the one most carelessly tied as she wriggled her arm, trying frantically to find a way out. When that failed, she fruitlessly looked at each of the other bonds, looking despondently for any mistake Dan might have made in securing her.

"Is this what you want?" he asked, as he rubbed his cock lightly against her side, just above her hip.

Her eyes grew wide as she realized what he'd done, that this young man had touched her with his cock.

"More, Danny. That, and more."

Dan touched her side again with his cock, then pressed it firmly against her. She let out a low moan, at first closing her eyes, then snapping them open to look down at it pressed into her skin.

"Like this, Mrs. Carver?"

"Yes. No, no, not like that. In me, Danny. Put it in me."

She moved her eyes frantically, searching his face for some hint of weakness, while letting her own expression continue to plead with him.

Dan ignored her. Instead he closed his eyes, losing himself in the feel of his cock brushing against her warm, yielding flesh. He rubbed it back and forth, and up and down, against her. He moved over to her belly, rubbing it there. She looked at him lovingly, and he stared back into her eyes with the same expression.

"Like this?" he asked her. "You want me to move my cock in you like this?"

"Yes, Danny. Put it inside me and move it like that, just like that."

Dan felt himself building toward orgasm again. He let out a low moan to let Mrs. Carver know.

* * *

The bastard was going to come without fucking her, Laura thought. She desperately wanted to make him come, but she needed to end the game now. She needed to have him fuck her.

"Please don't, Danny. Please, please, fuck me. Make me your lover. Or your slut. Whatever you want to call it. No one will every know, Danny. I won't tell. I can't get away, I can't stop you. Please."

The more she begged, the faster and harder he rubbed his cock against her. Laura realized now that she'd lost. She had to take what she could. At least she could feel his cock. She moved with him now, writhing as much as she could to help press herself against him, in rhythm with his desires.

"Okay, Danny, okay, come for me. Come for Mrs. Carver. Come on your girlfriend's mother. Rub your beautiful cock against me. Show me how hard I can make you come against my body."

She stared into his face. His eyes had been closed, concentrating, but at her words he opened them again. They glazed over, filled with lust and fear and longing. He looked frightened and lost. The poor dear looked so frightened and lost.

Despite the bonds, Laura took control, once again Mrs. Carver, the Mrs. Carver that at one time had protected her daughter from him, but in so many ways had mothered him, too.

"Do it, darling. I want you to do it. You can fuck me another time. Come now, come for me. Come on me now, right now."

* * *

She pushed him so far over the edge with her words he thought his entire body was going to explode and vanish. In only moments he felt the cum surge into his shaft. He felt that familiar illusion just before he came that his cock was growing, that it was thickening and lengthening by inches. It felt as if it swelled beyond the point of bursting. There was a feeling of sudden release, like the crack of a whip, as a stream of cum burned through him to shoot from his cock head onto Mrs. Carver's belly.

Dan squeezed his eyes closed while growling at the sensation, the complete euphoria that overwhelmed him as his cock took complete control of his body and trumpeted it's satisfaction throughout him. Only half consciously, he could feel himself rubbing his cum between Mrs. Carver's belly and his cock, spreading it around, enjoying the new sensation of feeling his now slippery cock slide frictionlessly across her hot skin.

* * *

Laura watched Danny's face intently as he came, and afterward. The hot blast of cum on her felt as good as it had the previous day, but when mixed with the feel of Danny's cock against her, it surpassed in eroticism any other real sex she had ever had. She stayed there, letting Danny rub himself against her as long as he wished. She encouraged him.

"Did you like that, Danny? Did I make you feel good? Mrs. Carver wants you to feel good, Danny. Laura wants you to feel good. I want to make you feel really good."

Danny opened his eyes to gaze at her through a foggy curtain. He looked sad, but in a good way. He was calm, even serene. He looked lovely, Laura thought, if that was a fair word to use for a man. Not a boy, she thought, a man.

"I love you, Danny," Laura said.

He turned and walked away from her.

* * *

Dan found a knife in the kitchen as quickly as he could, then hurriedly returned to his bound would be lover. He lifted the knife up to cut one wrist loose, then took a long step back. Before he could, she reached out to run her hand through his hair. She tried to hold him close to her, but he tenderly, though irresistibly, backed out of reach.

"Come for me again, Mrs. Carver," he told her. "Come for me again, Laura."

She held his gaze as her hand fell obediently to her belly. One finger slipped through his cum, gathering it. She slowly lifted it to her tongue. She stared at him intently, defiantly, as she tasted it, then sucked on the finger, cleaning it completely. She made a show of rolling her tongue around in her closed mouth as her hand moved down again to her belly.

This time she covered all of her fingers with his cum, but instead of moving them up to her mouth, she slipped that hand down into her cunt. Dan watched in fascination as Mrs. Carver, Laura, rubbed his cum around her cunt lips, and over her clitoris, then finally pushed two cum sticky fingers inside herself. She quickly moved to gather more of his cum, and push it eagerly into her pussy.

"You should have fucked me, Danny. Your cum should already be inside me."

Dan looked from her golden haired slit to her exquisite face, then back again, entranced by the sight of this over excited woman patiently filling herself with his cum.

* * *

Laura rubbed her clitoris feverishly now. She drove her fingers into herself, trying wildly but ineffectually to buck with her hips. The red and gold and green bands of stockings restrained her too thoroughly. Even so, the thought of her situation drove her closer and closer to the feeling she wanted.