Her Mothers Pussy Part 2

Her Mothers Pussy Part 2


Now it's not that I can't go several days without a man in me, and I can always find a fan to feed on from time to time, but why deny myself? Especially since I discovered a way to have my fun AND help my new friends. Just before games, I fuck the opposing team. I saunter into the hotel where they are staying and saunter out the next morning leaving the starting – interesting word –lineup and coaching staff with a three day testosterone deficit. You probably don't follow such things, but the Wizards are on top of their division and sports commentators are talking about their incredible home court advantage.

Which brings me back to the point of this letter Jesse tells me that in a couple of weeks the March Craziness or something like that begins. They want me to go with them – Jesse knows what I do to the other teams but I refuse to go off in Utah or Kentucky or some such God forsaken place out West. Consequently, I shall have some time on my hands. Perhaps this would be a good occasion for you to bring your young man to visit me.

Love,

Mother

Rose shook her head. Mother is forever discovering new coteries of men, each one better than the last. Crusaders, Florentine artists, Cavaliers, Redcoats, the post-Terror Directory, Confederate officers, Doughboys, RAF pilots, French underground, Astronauts, Rock Bands! Rose also knew her mother would not understand what she felt for James: she didn't understand it herself. James was so far beyond a delightful source of the sexual energy she needed to survive, so much more than a wonderful lover. She had felt the attraction the first night when he had struggled, with a will more fierce than any she had ever encountered, not to defend himself against the desire she forced into his mind, but to be a gentleman, to do the right thing. She had spent days of almost round the clock sex attempting to break that will. His body was hers, but his will had not broken.

And then, suddenly, he yielded. He obeyed at the hint of her desire, not a command even, at knowing what would please her. It was easy to forget that she had power over him because she never had occasion to use it. She supposed that she could still prove her control by making him do something foolish like bark like a dog, perhaps but why do that? Slowly she realized there was only one explanation for his unconcerned devotion: he had fallen in love with her. And with that revelation came another and more shocking one: she might be falling in love with him.

Without her instructing him to do so, James gradually assumed management of her properties. The income from her assets – gifts and bequests from countless former lovers, even poorly invested far surpassed her needs. James put them into a foundation that protected them from taxes and made them yield a market return, enabling Rose to increase her giving to local causes. How could her mother understand a man like that?

Rose didn't know if her mother had ever been in love. Her cynicism about men suggested she had been -- unhappily. Perhaps it had even been with her father. Rose had never quite gotten a clear story about who he was: a general of the Golden Horde? A Saracen pirate! A wizard in Haran al-Rashid's court! A Mogul prince, He must have been swarthy; Rose did not get her dark complexion and black eyes from her porcelain-skin mother. Mother had named her Rose, meaning diamond in Arabic, suggesting a Middle Eastern conception. Rose had given up trying to find out centuries ago.

As long as Rose could remember, her mother had satisfied her needs by taking, draining, and discarding an endless succession of men. She never exactly mistreated them, but the tumultuous, submissive sex left some of them psychologically bruised, craving sexual domination few women are able to supply. Rose was more than a little apprehensive about taking James to meet Mother. But there was little doubt that her mother's suggestion was a veiled command. And Mother was still Mother!

I'm home sweetheart! Sang out James's lovely baritone voice Rose's heart skipped a beat. For the moment her concerns evaporated. She heard the thud of heavy bundles. James came in smelling at her heightened senses – of leather and burlap, animal feed, and his own sweaty masculine essence. His face broke into a broad contented smile when he saw her. She grinned as she saw his nostrils flare slightly when he noticed the way her flimsy garment half concealed, half displayed her ample hips and large round breasts. The strong, intelligent, handsome man before her was totally in love AND in lust with her. The latter she could create at will; the former was a blessing beyond her power to command.

She almost ran to his arms. No power of hers made him enfold her close against his hard young body and kiss her as he did. She felt his erection through the rough work clothes. She pressed herself against it and her breasts to his chest, letting her perfume fill his head, feeling his heartbeat accelerate. He would be hungry after a long morning's work. A hearty stew was simmering. It was a bit of an imposition not to give him lunch immediately, but she didn't think he'd really mind a delay. She felt both heat and wetness in her pussy. I need you, my darling. Take me to bed, she whispered.

Only minutes later her joyous cries startled their nearest neighbors, a family of chipmunks in the woodpile.


To be continued


By nutbuster