Lost and found

My mom was a thirty seven year old divorcee. My dad had dumped her over an airhead blonde he met on a business trip in Taiwan. Even I couldn't believe that and my initial thought was 'Geez, what an asshole'. With that said, you can quite guess my mom's perspectives on marriage. Let's just say she hadn't quite gotten over the whole thing yet and was all bitter about the whole happy marriage life bullcrap, as she would usually put it.

What happens when you are thirty seven and doesn't have a husband and your only son is a college student that only come back some of the weekends and holidays? Well, you get a hobby. Which she did. And that is organizing and planning the Divorced Women Come Together annual party. The DWCT was mom's baby which she cared a lot about and took pride of. The event is one of the most sought event in the neighborhood, which kinda give you the idea just how many women are divorced right now. She would often wear the DWCT baseball cap like a badge of honor, as if she's telling the world that she's not one bit troubled by the divorce at all.

Since I am her son, I had to be there whenever the DWCT party hit town. I might have overstated a little when I say 'hit'. The party didn't really hit town. It is planned by divorced women for crying out loud. It was more like a morning mist, which washed over the neighborhood early in the morning, and then disappeared without a fuzz in the afternoon. You literally won't even know it has happened. Still, you'd be surprised by the number of attendees that came to the party.

After being forced to attend the party for the third time, I had come to realize three things. First, most attendees are women in their thirties. Second, if the attendees didn't have a vagina, they were usually toddlers who didn't know any better to not come. Third, boys like me, eighteen and shit, don't come to such parties, like ever. Which only highlight the awkwardness I had to endure every single time since the whole fucking room was filled to the brink with middle age women and screaming sniffling baboons the women brought with them.

Some of the women were bitter like mom and would come by and remind me not to cheat on my future wife like their husbands did to them. Some of the women were just a big pile of sobbing mess hoping to find some semblance of salvation in the party. Then there were the sex-famished cougars who would pounce on you if you so much as forgetting to unzip your pants. Needless to say, I had been 'approached' by said cougars one too many time for my own comfort. Don't get me wrong. They were hot. But they were also around my mom's age and there's that too.

Today, as my never ending misfortune dictated, was the 4th DWCT party. I had driven all the way back from college to my mom's house. When I arrived in the evening, there were canopies and tables being set on the front lawn of the house. There's a banner that said 'Who say you can't have fun when you are divorced?'. I guess fun for single moms and fun for people like me are two entirely different thing.

"Hello sweetheart. You're early today." my mom cooed and wrapped her arms around my neck. "How have you been?"

"I'm good mom." I gave her the usual response. "Are you drinking?" I smelled alcohol in her breath.

"Oh, I'm just enjoying a glass of wine with a couple of friends. You remember Melissa and Charlotte don't you?" From her overly high pitched voice, I doubted that it was only just a glass she had consumed.

"Yeah, I know them."

Melissa and Charlotte had been helping mom organizing DWCT since the 2nd party. They were always there in the party and would stay until late in the evening. Probably that was because both of them didn't have any child, which free up their schedules quite considerably. The fact that these two were also the cougars that I just mentioned made me a little worried for being back.

"Come. Let's get you sorted out." my mom grabbed one of my luggage and began lifting it up the stairs. I followed her and as I did so, I passed the doorway to the dining room and saw the two women waving at me. I waved them back and rushed up to follow my mom.

After unpacking all my stuff, which wasn't really that much, I went to take a quick shower. I put on a round neck t-shirt and a pair of khakis and then headed back down stairs to see if my mom needed any help.

"Oh hi darling." my mom greeted gleefully. She's obviously drunk. If her flushed face was not of any indication, the three empty wine bottles on the kitchen counter certainly were. With her was Charlotte and Melissa, each holding a glass of wine in their hand.

"Hi, mom." I said awkwardly. "Hi Charlotte. Hi Melissa."

"Hi Brandon." the two women said almost in unison. Said would be an understatement. I felt like they had just flirted with me by sounding all breathy and sexy.

Charlotte was a thirty three year old lawyer. She had a head of honey brown hair. She was about mom's height, which was 5'6" and had a really lean but curvy built. Her eyes were hazel, she had small lips and a sharp nose that made her look awfully like a model and undeniably sexy. That was until she began reciting from the constitution that you know this woman wasn't just sex on legs and seriously not someone to be trifled with.

Melissa was a gardener in some sense. She basically went from one house to another beautifying the lawn with colorful flowers and other inanimate adoration. In fact, our little flower garden by the driveway was Melissa's handiwork. While Charlotte could be seen as a sophisticated woman, Melissa was sort of the dutiful housewife type that would make sure the fridge is always stock and the laundry always done. The fact that she's slightly shorter than both Charlotte and my mom made her all the more cute and harmless.

She had a dirty blond hair that was slightly bleached due to overexposure to sunlight. She had rosy cheeks and her face was adorned with bright blue eyes, cherubic lips and cute button nose. If she's ten years younger, she would so totally be my type of girl.

"How much did you drink mom?" I asked. Mom wasn't very good with alcohol. She usually passed out big time if she happened to drink one glass too many.

"Oh, just a couple of glasses." my mom slurred.

"I see." I said without buying it. She obviously had drunk at least a good bottle and a half. "Well, I think it's bed time for you now mom."

"Nonsense." she let out this high-pitch and snorty laugh, a sign that she's about to hit the bunk real soon. I had seen this many time during the first few months of the nasty divorce.

"Come on mom." I said and lifted her up.

"I'm fine. I can walk myself."

"No you can't. Stop struggling." I scolded as I slowly took her out of the dining room. "Sorry about this." I said to the two women still sitting by the kitchen counter.

"It's okay." Melissa said with a smile.

"You go take care of your mom." Charlotte added.

I took mum up the stairs and into her room. I placed her on the center of the bed, pulled out her shoes and then covered her body with the blanket. It's obvious she didn't shower and I knew if she ever missed one, her skin's going to itch like a bitch the next morning. She was mumbling incoherently by the time I walked out with a moist towel. I gave her face and her neck a quick wipe, and I did her limbs as well. Then, I went back down stairs to the dining room.

"How's your mom?" Melissa asked as soon as she saw me walking in.

"She's completely out." I sighed with a tiny pang of embarrassment.

"She did drink almost two bottle." Charlotte informed as she stretched out lazily. My eyes instinctively fell on the two huge mounts and the tiny nubs poking out of the thin fabric of her blouse. I quickly forced my eyes back up to hers but it was too late as she was already smiling knowingly.

"Uhm. It's kinda late. Do you ladies need a ride?" I offered. It wasn't like the two of them could or should drive right now.

"Emm hmm... a ride would be nice." Melissa cooed salaciously and I swallowed nervously. From the way she emphasized on the word 'ride' and the way her eyes fleetingly glanced at my crotch, I doubt she's talking about the same kind of ride that I was thinking.

"Your mom has told us to stay here for the night." Charlotte informed. "We brought a change of clothes for tonight's sleepover and tomorrow's event."

"You have a place to sleep?" I asked. Other than the couch, the only place that they could both comfortably sleep in was my queen size bed.

"We thought we could just sleep on the couch." Melissa sounded like she's purring.

Being raised by a mom who dictated that men should always be chivalrous, I knew I hadn't had much choice but to offer my bed. My mom surely wouldn't like it if I told these two women to sleep on the couch.

"You should take my bed." I said. "Mom would kill me if she sees you two sleeping on the couch."

"Where will you sleep then?" Charlotte asked.

"On the couch. Don't worry, I've done that many times."

"Or you can sleep with us. We won't want you to lose sleep because of us." she offered. It all sounded like she's being kind and all, but I knew she had ulterior intention.

I felt my cock grew hard in my pants as the image of me sleeping with two beautiful sex-deprived women formed in my head. I knew Charlotte and Melissa were cougars from the beginning and they had always made their advances on me quite bloody obvious. Only my mom could be so blissfully ignorant to see it. The only reason why they hadn't gotten into my pants was because my body had never really responded to their advances before. Besides, they had never taken their advances to such blatant level. The wine had obviously loosen up some of their moral restraints.

"Thanks. But I'll be fine sleeping on the couch." I croaked pathetically.

"You sure?" Melissa asked with what I knew was feigned concern. If anything, she looked more like she was ready to tear of my clothes off.

"Yeah. If there's nothing else, I will go up and prepare the bed for you two."

"Thank you, Brandon." Charlotte and Melissa said together. Once I walked out of the dining room, I heard the two women giggled with one another. No doubt, relishing in the fact that my cock was hard under my pants and I didn't put on any underwear.

It took me about ten minutes to put away the things that I didn't wish for the two women to see. My collection of marvel comics was one of them. I shoved everything into a carton box and then slid it under my bed. I went to clear my table a little before taking out the air freshener and gave the room a little spray. Once that's done, I picked up an extra pillow and blanket from the cabinet.

"Your bed is kind a big." Melissa was already standing at the doorway. Her face was redder than I just saw her in the kitchen.

"Yeah." I turned and look at the quasi queen size bed. Since I was much taller than average, which was about 6'4", my mom had the bed custom made for me. I wasn't even sure what size it really was but I knew my high school friend had all said it was big whenever they saw it.

"I'm sure all three of us can fit in." she said coyly while nibbling on her lower lip.

"Yeah. But I think it won't be right." I forced a smile and skirted past her. As I did so, her hand ever so gently brushed against my semi hardened cock, which I knew she did it deliberately.

"I'm not so sure about that." she leaned against the doorway and watched me retreated to the stairs. "It might feel right. Really right."she cooed while her eyes kept staring at my crotch.

I ignored her and turned around as fast as possible. That's when my hard body slammed against the lean frame of Charlotte.

"Whoa, watch it there big guy." Charlotte teased as she looked up to my face. I was a head taller than her and something about her looking up at me made my stomach cringed weirdly.

"Sorry." I croaked and shuffled past her through the narrow space of the stairs. And just like it with Melissa, Charlotte's hand had gently brushed against my cock too and made me already hardened cock even harder. I knew I would have to jerk off later tonight to ease off the sexual tension.

Since I couldn't masturbate right now, I knew I needed distractions to make the clock run faster. I switched on the television and turned to ESPN. While I didn't particularly like football, or anything sporty for that matter, I knew that watching sports were something a man would do. I didn't know who I was trying to proof that I was a man but I watched it anyway.

I didn't know how long I had watched but I reckoned it had been long enough. My cock couldn't wait any longer. I pulled my blanket over my body and inconspicuously rubbed my erection while I pretended to watch the television. I moved slowly so that if Charlotte and Melissa did come down, they would only see a young man watching the sports channel intently and not one that's pleasuring himself.

Then, I let my mind wander into the erotic scene. Charlotte's and Melissa's naked forms materialized and they were doing dirty things to one another. In my perverted fantasy, the women asked me to join them and the two began lapping my hard cock. As the scene unfolded, I rubbed my cock harder and faster.

"What are you watching?" A feminine voice cooed from behind the couch. I froze and slowly pulled my hand out of my pants. I turned my head up and saw Melissa looking down on me. There's a playful smile on her lips as though she knew what I was doing underneath the blanket.

"Football. It's the Yankees against White Sox." I read out from the score bar on the television display.

"Can we watch something else? I couldn't sleep yet."

"Yeah. Of course." I swallowed, feeling the sexual tension building in the air. Melissa walked around the couch and when she revealed herself, I quickly turned my head back to the television.

"What's the matter?" the woman asked coyly.

"Nothing." I muttered while feeling my cheek blushing. The woman was wearing only a t-shirt and judging from the tiny nubs poking through the thin fabric, she wasn't wearing a bra. My cock throbbed painfully with need of release.

She went to the coffee table where the remote control was and bent down to retrieve it. As she did so, the hem of her t-shirt was hiked up above her hips and I was instantly awarded with the full view of her bare butt and pussy. I must have lost my mind because the next thing I saw was Melissa's worried face just a few inches from me.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"Yeah." I croaked like Liam Neeson having a bloody sore throat.

"Okay. Now, scoot over big boy." the dirty blonde said

I moved my huge bulk and spared her a

space to sit. I had kept my blanket on me as I did so since my cock was now as hard as the freaking Washington Monument. My pants were literally a tent right now.

"Give me some blanket." she pulled one portion of the blanket over her slender, folded, legs. She then began to switch the channels one after another, stopping only for a second to check if it was the thing she wanted to see. Finally, she settled for a cartoon that involved a certain queen with icy issues.

I tried to pay attention to the movie at first but was quickly distracted by Melissa's bare foot that kept rubbing along my calve. I looked at her but the woman had her eyes glued to the television. It was almost as if I was imagining things. But I knew I wasn't.

I found myself shifting from the screen to Melissa's breasts. She wasn't as large as Charlotte, but she was large enough that I could see their voluptuous form. My eyes would linger longer on the nipples that was almost visible under the thin white clothing..

"Is there something on my t-shirt?" Melissa asked knowingly.

"Nothing." I looked back to the television while inwardly chastised myself and tried not to jump onto the female sitting a few feet away and fucked her stupid.

"Hi guys, care if I join in?" Charlotte salacious tone punctuated the relative silence.

I felt my heart would explode as soon as I saw Charlotte's choice of nightwear. It was a translucent girly pink negligee that did little to cover her feminine body. Not only that, she didn't wear any underwear. Her nipples and triangular pubic hair were on display.

"Yup. You can sit on the other side." Melissa smiled brightly, as if it was all the plan after all.

Charlotte, oozing all sorts of male wet dreams out of her body, sat on the other side of the couch, effectively trapping me in. I even watched her bent and landed her cute ass onto the cushion.

"Uhm... you ladies need anything from the kitchen? Water or snacks or something?" I asked, hoping to find an excuse to escape.

"I was wondering if you have something long and hard that I could suck on." Charlotte sighed and looked at where my crotch would be.

"Yeah, that would be nice." Melissa added.

"Uhm..." I swallowed down a nervous tick. I knew where they were going, but I would be damned if I fucked my mom's friends right in her house. "There's beef jerky in the kitchen."

"I prefer something thicker." Charlotte remarked as she licked her lower lip.

"And raw." Melissa chimed in.

"Uhm... I'll see what I can find." I jerked to a stand. The two women yelped as they fell onto one another and hit each other's on the head.

I quickly retreated into the kitchen with a pounding heart. My cock was rigid and the taut on my pants obvious. I knew exactly what they wanted and I was sure it wasn't the raw frozen frankfurter hotdogs in the freezer that they wanted to suck on. And boy did I want to let them have what they wanted. But I didn't want my mom to lose them as friends. My mom would be furious if she even knew that the two had just tried to seduce me, let alone to actually have sex with me.

I went to the kitchen sink and gave my face a splash of cold water to calm my libido down. Then, I went to the fridge, grabbed the orange juice and down half a quart straight from the bottle. The cool liquid quickly stifled out any fire still hanging about in my loin. When I turned from the fridge, I was met with the angry gaze of two very beautiful women. They had their arms folded.

"For Christ's sake Brandon, how obvious do you want us to be?" Charlotte scolded.

"Haven't we given you enough clue? Just fuck us already."

Wow, that was the most direct form of sexual request I had ever received in my entire life.

"I'm sorry ladies. But I can't. You are my mom's friends." I explained, hoping that they would see the situation in the same light as I did.

"So what? It's not like she's going to know." Charlotte huffed.

"Well, she will. And she will be disappointed in you both and me." I countered.

"If you don't tell her, and we don't tell her, she can't know it." Melissa explained.

"Are you telling me to lie to my mom?" I felt a surge of anger coursing through my veins.

"Seriously? Like you have never lied to your mom before?" Charlotte retorted with a scoff.

"This is different."

"Oh come on kid. Believe me, no one tells their mom who they fucked. Like ever." she remarked further.

I frowned as I contemplated her words. It was kinda true since I had had sex with Jessica when I was in eleventh grade but I still hadn't told my mom. The weird thing was, I never planned to. Which made me all the more angry that these two were trying to manipulate me into giving in to their sexual urges.

"But you are her friends." I snapped.

"Yes! We are. But we are also two lonely women that need the touch of a man." Melissa interjected.

"The thing is, Brandon. We trust you and you are the man of our desire. Can't you see that?" Charlotte said.

"But my mom won't be happy about this."

"We know." Melissa rolled her eyes in exasperation. "That's why we bought her the wine and hoped that she drink herself out, which she did."

"You what?" I couldn't believe this.

"Listen Brandon, we did what we have to do. We both have wanted you ever since you took care of us when we were drunk at the 2nd DWCT party. You've been so respectful. We know you are the one that will give us the pleasure we seek. We trust you and we know you will treat us with respect even on bed. God, the fact that you haven't jumped on us and fuck our brains out on the living room is a proof of that." Charlotte explained.

"But you practically drugged my mom." I pointed out.

"She drank the wine herself. We didn't force her." Melissa reminded defensively.

"It's okay Melissa." Charlotte held up a hand and looked at me. "We will leave the choice to you, Brandon. We know you want us. Your massive hard-on is a dead giveaway."

I stared down and sure enough, my cock was tenting up my pants. I would be lying if I didn't find these two women sexually attractive. I wasn't a monk for crying out loud.

"We will go upstairs now. We will be on your bed and we will be naked." Charlotte continued. "The door will not be locked and you can come in any time you want and we will be ready to take you. You are an adult now and you can decide for yourself whether you want to jerk off on the couch tonight or fuck us on your bed."

My cock twitched at the offer. When Charlotte finished the speech, she dragged a reluctant Melissa out of the kitchen and up the stairs. With the two women gone, I leaned back onto the fridge as if I had been placed a ton of weight on my shoulder. I gave my face a hard rub and took a deep calming breath.

I couldn't help but to find some merit in Charlotte's words. Although they were my mom's friends, my mom certainly didn't need to know who I was fucking. In fact, I didn't think anyone would tell their mom whom they had casual sex with. Next, my mom had many friends, so much so that I doubt she would consider Charlotte and Melissa, whom she only met once a year or so, as her good friend. Moreover, between my legs was a massive hard-on that only the feminine comfort could get rid of it. The feminine comfort that was in the form of two beautiful middle age women who were currently lying on my bed.

"Shit!" I hissed and trudged up to the stairs. I only hesitated a little before I pushed open my door.

Charlotte and Melissa were sitting on the bed and as promised, they were naked. Completely. No negligee or t-shirt. They looked at me questioningly while I tried to get my brain in one piece.

"I don't have condoms." I informed. Fucking my mom's friends was one thing. Getting them pregnant in the process was an entirely different thing.

"I had my tubes tied." Charlotte shrugged.

"I'm on pills." Melissa informed.

"STIs?" I raised a brow, perhaps in my own way I was trying to dissuade them from going through with it.

"Zilch." Charlotte announced.

"Me too."

"Okay. Good. Good." I nodded like an idiot while standing still by the doorway not knowing how to proceed.

"So, jerk off or fuck us?" Charlotte asked with a raised brow.

I stepped into the room, closed the door behind me and locked it. "I'm going for the latter."

"Yes." Melissa cheered and I saw Charlotte smiled.

I pulled my t-shirt over my head and then undid my pants.

"Wow, you are big." Melissa remarked with astonishment. "I'm a little bit scare letting you in."

"Oh. I see." A pang of disappointment shot through me. I hadn't really thought through about that. The last time I had sex with Jessica, she had complained the very same thing as well and I ended up tearing her pussy.

"Come here, silly." Charlotte chuckled. "She's just teasing you."

As if my body had a mind of its own, I began to walk to the two women. My eyes were on their naked forms, shifting from one set of perky breasts to another and then back. Now that they were completely naked, they looked nothing like the thirty odd years old they really were. They looked more like they were twenty five.

"Uhm... what should we do first?" I asked in both excitement and anxiousness. I never had sex with two women at the same time before.

"Just go with the flow." Charlotte clambered over and wrapped her slender arms around my neck. She then pulled me to her and our lips met. My cock throbbed instantly as I tasted Charlotte's soft lips. I munched her lovely softness for a while. Then, she parted her mouth and allowed my tongue to slip in and consumed her further. While I was lost in the sweet taste of Charlotte's mouth, I felt my cock being grabbed and the tip being wrapped with something warm and wet.

"God." I let out a shivering whimper and looked down. Melissa's head was right between my legs. Even though I couldn't see what she was doing, I could certainly feel it. Her tongue was lapping on the tip of my cock while her delicate fingers explored my shaft and balls.

"Come here you." Charlotte cooed and pulled me for another hot wet kiss. She tilted her head and pulled against me harder, as if she couldn't get enough of me. I closed my eyes and let my body go with the flow as Charlotte suggested. My hands began to move on their own. One rested onto of Melissa's head and caressed her scalp, as if rewarding her for being such a good sport. The other hand moved to Charlotte's velvety breast and kneaded her feminine flesh.

"You are so thick." Melissa whined. She actually whined."I can't get you in my mouth."

Charlotte broke off the kiss and her lips curved a playful smirk. "Let me try." She scooted back a little and then leaned down towards my cock. Melissa was still holding the base of it and guided it so that the tip was now facing Charlotte. I swallowed a whimper when Charlotte began to lap the shaft. There's something extremely sexy having your cock being at the center of attention of two naked women. I closed my eyes and took in the warm and wet sensation of her exploring tongue over my hard cock.

"He's so big." Charlotte let out a girly giggle while Melissa nodded in agreement. Then, she mouthed over the tip of my cock and pushed herself forward until half of the length was now deliciously embedded inside her mouth.

"Oh, god." I groaned. I had thought that sex with Jessica was the highlight of my life. I was never so wrong.

When I thought my cock could go no further, Charlotte leaned forward and my cock slid deep into her throat. An electrifying shiver shot through my body threatening to turn me into a hot mush. Her throat squeezed the head of my cock, sending wave after wave of stimulation that threatened to make me cum. I could already feel my balls twitch with the promise of voluminous release.

"Oh, you are so much bigger than my pathetic husband's." Charlotte remarked breathlessly when she resurfaced.

"Let me try again." Melissa pulled my cock away from Charlotte and sucked in my cock into her mouth.

I groaned at the delicious sensation of her tongue rubbing along the underside of my shaft. When I looked down, I saw only half of my cock was inside Melissa's mouth. She had tried to take in more but with the head of my cock already pressing against the back of her throat, I knew this was her limit. Still, it was incredibly hot seeing how committed she was to try and get everything in. When she pulled out, her pouted in defeat.

"No fair. I can only take in half." she said it as though swallowing my cock in was some kind of competition between the two.

"It's okay. I like it just the same." I remarked in a shuddering voice. I wasn't lying. Both mouths made me feel like I was in heaven. I could already feel my impending orgasm lurking around the corner.

"My turn." Charlotte grabbed my cock and began throat-fucking it as though her life depended on it. I shivered with so much excitement I could see stars forming in front of me. It was fast and dirty and noisy. And the fact that this was a lawyer that earned more money in an hour than my mom could earn in an entire week was nothing short of an epic fulfillment.

Then, the chivalrous part of me struck me. The two had been pleasing me and until now I still hadn't returned the favor. My eyes went to the two women's butt, propped up for the taking while they were busy handling my cock. I pressed my hands on their backs, one of each woman, and slid along their backbone, in between the crevice of their butt before finally resting in what must be the wettest pussies I'd ever touched.

"Oh, yes. Brandon." Melissa cooed. Charlotte let out an appreciative moan too.

Their openings were slick with their arousal. I curled my finger and plopped a knuckle into both welcoming pussies, eliciting two delicious squeals from the women. The walls of their pussy were slick and prunny. I leaned forward a little, giving me the space to slide a whole finger into them.

"Yes. That's it." Melissa cried. "Finger my pussy, Brandon."

From the way Charlotte moaned, I knew she too wanted to be fingered just as much as Melissa. I began to move my finger in a come-hither manner and rubbed against the prunny skin of their inside. Melissa's pussy clenched around my finger while Charlotte's pussy gaped. Who knew two women could have such different response while being fingered by the same guy.

Feeling bold and inextricably horny, I slid the second finger into their wet holes and fingered them harder. Melissa squirmed and let out a girly yelp. Charlotte arched her back and began to rock her butt in rhythm to with my moving fingers.

"Let me do it too." Melissa breathed and pulled my wet soppy cock out of Charlotte's mouth. Then, drool and all, she took it all in and began throat-fucking my cock all the same. It might not have gone in all the way but it was still cripplingly good. Like, I couldn't even feel my legs anymore. Charlotte tilted her head and forced her way in the narrow space afforded between the bed and Melissa's bobbing head and began licking my balls.

"Ah, Melissa." I whimpered. "I'm coming."

I thought Melissa would take the warning and pulled my cock out of her mouth. But instead, she bobbed her head faster and faster. My entire body turned into granite as the sexual pleasure continued to build. Then, the floodgate collapsed. The surge of cum rushed out of my balls, through my throbbing cock and then squirted right into Melissa's closed mouth.

Melissa squealed in surprise as my cock continued to fill her mouth with my seeds. She wouldn't have expected such a huge load to be shot into her mouth. Even I hadn't expected that. God, I felt like I had just shot her mouth a week's worth of cum.

When my cock stopped twitching and the cum ceased to come out of my tip, Melissa pulled back and sat back up with her lips closed. She was smiling giddily as if she had a really big secret she wanted to show us. Charlotte sat up too and then looked at Melissa.

"Show us." the lawyer ordered.

When Melissa opened her mouth, my jaw dropped. The entire space where her tongue would be was completely filled with my cum. It was easily the largest shot of cum I had ever discharge through a single orgasm. I suddenly felt embarrassed and heat began to rise to my cheek.

"You can spit it out." I offered with a cupped hand.

Melissa closed her lips with a smirk and shook her head. Then, without looking away from my eyes, she swallowed the whole thing.

"You don't have to do that." I cried out in horror.

"I wanted to." she said.

"How does it taste?" Charlotte asked with an unwarranted sense of curiosity.

"A little bitter. But overall, I will say it's one of the best I've swallowed." the dirty blond woman giggled.

Charlotte turned to me and frowned at me, as if I had done something wrong. As if I shouldn't have cummed in Melissa's mouth but instead in hers. Then, her eyes fell onto my limp cock laying flat on the bed.

"You better start making that cum again. I want to taste it too." she demanded while patting softly on my cock.

I swallowed nervously at the promise of second orgasm. I wasn't sure if I could go on then. Guys couldn't cum and then cum again within a short period of time. I needed to wait at least a good half an hour before I could even start getting hard. Besides,

I usually just fell asleep right after cumming. But still, with two naked women still sexually unsatisfied, I knew sleeping now would make me the biggest asshole in the whole wide world.

"Um... I don't think I can get hard anymore for now. But if you want, I can..." I looked down at Charlotte's pink pussy adorned by an upside-down triangular brown bush.

"You can what Brandon?" Charlotte smiled coyly. "Eat my pussy?" she finished it for me and I nodded like an idiot.

"Only if you don't mind, of course." I quickly added and felt the humiliation rushed over me. I had always wanted to eat a pussy, wanted to smell it and taste it. But when I had wanted to try that with Jessica, she refused by saying it's dirty.

"Do you want to eat my pussy?" Charlotte asked seductively while molding her soft feminine body against mine. Melissa was covering her mouth trying not to snigger out loud at the side.

"Yeah. I always want to try. If that's okay for you." I felt the blood pumped in my ear. Would the two considered me as dirty for wanting to lick their pussy?

"Of course it's okay." she leaned forward and kissed my mouth. "But I haven't shaved. So, it's a little mangy down there. Will you mind?"

Mangy was not the word I would use. Her pubic hair was anything but mangy. It was almost was if it's an arrow directing me where to go. But with my mouth no longer able to form coherent words, I simply shook my head.

Charlotte backed away and propped a pillow on the middle of the bed. She laid her hips on the pillow and lied down on the bed. The pillow acted as a raised platform so her pussy was angled upwards. Then, she parted her long luscious legs. I watched the pink pussy opened slightly, as if it was telling me to come in. My cock, to my amazement, began to harden again.

"Have you eaten a girl before?" Charlotte asked.

"No." I shook my head as my body trembled with sexual excitement.

"I can teach you." Melissa offered with a giggle. "You lick here in an up and down motion." she pointed at the vertical slit between Charlotte's pink lips.

I went prone and wrapped my arms around her thighs. As instructed, I stuck out my tongue and began licking the slit. At first, it was more like testing the waters. I wiggled the tip of my tongue against the soft lip of her pussy. A salty, musky, taste hit me. It was a very weird taste. A taste that I had never tasted before until now. I found that I quite like the taste. I pressed my tongue harder to get a better taste. To my surprise, the pussy parted and my tongue basically went in a little.

"Oh yes. That's it Brandon." Charlotte breathed.

"Put your thumb here and rub it." Melissa pressed her own thumb on a tiny nub at the top end of the slit and gave it a few rubs.

"Ahhh..." Charlotte squealed in delight.

I did as taught and began rubbing the tiny nub. Charlotte immediately went bananas and writhed like a maimed snake on the bed. Her hands ran into the thick lock of my hair and began clutching it hard. It was a little painful but I ignored it. The woman had just given me the best blowjob ever and at the very least I should endure a little pain.

The deeper I tasted the more I found the taste to be stronger. It was almost like the more I moved my tongue, the more her pussy rewarded me with the taste I sought. Then, an epiphany came to me. I plunged in two fingers into her honeypot and fingered her hard. As predicted, her pussy oozed out more sweet juices into the open where I lapped it up immediately.

"Oh God. Brandon." Charlotte groaned.

"This is so hot." I heard Melissa said. "Charlotte, do you mind?" the woman asked breathily.

"Come here." Charlotte responded.

I had no idea what the two were up to as I was too focused on tasting the sweet pussy in front of me. When I came up for a breather, I was surprised to see Melissa straddling Charlotte. The dirty blonde was kneading her own breasts while Charlotte was eating her out. Melissa's dreamy sex-dazed eyes landed on mine and a lazy aroused smile curved her lips. If my cock wasn't hard before, it certainly was now. All hint of exhaustion from the previous orgasm had completely disappeared and my cock was in dire need of release once more.

I looked at Charlotte's pink pussy. I rubbed the soft velvety lips a little and then spread them open with my thumbs. The hole was wider than before, to a point that I could almost see her inside. My cock throbbed and ached. It wanted to be milked. No, it needed to be milked! And I could easily see where it could get what it needed.

I sat upright and positioned myself until cock was now nuzzling against Charlotte's pink pussy. She obviously hadn't got a clue what I was up to as she was busy with working on Melissa's pussy. Melissa on the other hand knew and gave me an encouraging nod.

I rocked my hips forward and felt the Charlotte's pussy parted and engulfed my entire length. The pussy immediately clenched around me hard and I groaned at the pleasure surrounding my cock. Charlotte screamed in what almost sounded like she's in pain and I immediately froze. The warm inside of her began to gnaw at the solid intruder that had found refuge inside her, as if trying to expel it out.

Realizing what a jerk I was, I felt a pang of guilt and my stomach cringed uncomfortably. I had just hurt her. And worse, she didn't even give me permission to penetrate her. What was I thinking! I wanted to slide my cock back out but I hesitated as the pleasure was too great to not keep going on.

"Don't stop, Brandon." Melissa said. "She likes it."

"But... she just screamed."

"Yes. But did she tell you to stop?" Melissa pointed out the obvious.

Not only did Charlotte hadn't told me to stop, she had kept her legs wide open too. It wasn't like Charlotte was too busy munching on Melissa's pussy that she couldn't have said stop.

Once I had that figured out, I began thrusting my hips back and forth. My cock slid out and in, out and in, and her pussy sucked and milked me. I let out an animalistic growl that I didn't even know I was capable of making. The pleasure was simply beyond this world. Having sex with Jessica was exploratory. Having sex with Charlotte was ecstasy. No, fucking Charlotte was ecstasy.

I watched the woman's breasts moved up and down as I pounded against her hard. There was even this naughty watery sound at each thrust, like it was an indication of how much her pussy had wanted me. I cupped her soft breast with one hand while mouthed over the nipple of the other.

Her feminine body molded against mine as our forms joined in a fluid and synchronous motion. I could smell her arousal, taste her perspiration on her skin, and feel the trembling need of her nubile body. All of that made mindless machine that had only one objective. That was to fuck her hard and rough and use her pussy for my pleasure.

When I felt a fresh batch of cum began to pool inside my balls, I knew I had to pull out. It wasn't because I was afraid of cumming inside her. I was afraid of cumming, and then getting too tired to continue with this whole thing. So, with a smidgen of rationality still intact, I did the right thing and pulled out of her pussy. Charlotte immediate let out a frustrated sigh as I had no doubt just denied her an orgasm she wanted. But not for long as I replaced the demanding vacancy between her legs with two fingers and began fingering her hard.

Charlotte began to writhe and her legs kind of flail around. Then, with a loud squeal, the woman arched her back and shuddered violently on the bed. A tiny amount of watery substance was squirted out of her clenching hole. And then, she collapsed onto the bed and went limp. I hadn't even got time to realize that I had just given a woman an orgasm for the first time when Melissa clambered towards me and then took my lips.

"My turn." she moaned when she broke off the kiss and gave my hard cock a seductive rub.

I was expected Melissa to lie down only to watch her got onto four and turned back to me with a shy grin. Her pussy was drenched and I had not doubt most of the wetness was Charlotte's saliva.

I had seen people doing the doggy style through my generous perusal of pornographic material. But never in my life had I dreamed of doing it to a beautiful woman that's almost twice as old as me. And boy, my cock certainly wasn't complaining with the pussy in front of me. While Charlotte's was hairy, Melissa's was as completely bare.

I quickly knelt beside her and guided my cock to her wet opening. With firm grips on her hips, I pushed forward and at the same time pulled her towards me. I felt her pussy spread around the head of my cock and then rimmed along the shaft until her pussy had engulfed me entirely.

"Ahh..." Melissa yelped. "I can see why Charlotte screamed."

"Am I really that big?" I asked with a hint of embarrassment at the same time I felt a little proud.

"Yes. You are." she mewled. She then arched her back and lied her head onto the bed. "Now fuck me as hard as you can."

I clenched my fingers around her hips and pounded my hips against her ass. My cock plowed through the tightness of her pussy again and again and again. The woman shivered at the harsh assault against her pussy but from the looks of her eyes she seemed to be overwhelmed by the pleasure to care what was happening between her legs. It was almost like she was my slave, positioned for me to take and use her. My cock thickened with that notion and I hammered onto her faster.

"Oh yes, oh yes." Melissa cried. Her eyes were half opened and glowed with lust. The kind of eyes I only saw in porn when the women were really stimulated.

"I'm coming inside you." I heard the words being said. "You are my cum slut."

What the fuck! Where have I learned those words?

I stared worriedly at Melissa fearing that I might have just offended her. But instead of rage, I could only see pleasure. Pleasure that seemed to have kept her tamed and forthcoming. Pleasure that seemed to have immobilized her body for my cock to exploit. Pleasure that made her replied, "Yes, use my slutty pussy to cum."

That was all it took for the fresh pool of cum in my balls to rise up through my cock. I shuddered and let out a groan as rope after rope of cum spurted deep inside Melissa's pussy. She moaned and squirmed as warm spunk fresh from my balls began to fill her up. My abs clenched a few more times, clearing out the cum left inside me and into her welcoming pussy. For a good measure, I pounded her pussy a minute more until she shivered and squealed to orgasm.

Then, woman collapsed onto the bed and her eyes fluttered in daze. I leaned away and tried to catch my own breath while watching my cum leaked out of her pussy, down her thigh and onto the bed. When I had sex with Jessica, I had used a condom so I was never privy to such situation. I had always wondered what it would feel like to see my own cum leaking out of a woman's pussy, Oddly enough, it felt powerful. Like injecting a part of me inside her and marking her in the process. Like telling everyone that this woman is now mine.

Then it clicked. Sex was a power struggle between the two individuals. While women had power to choose who to have sex with, men obviously had the power over women on how to have it. I let out a soft chuckle and shook my head in disbelief. I really had just fucked my mom's friends and not only that, I had made them both orgasm.

"You came?" I heard Charlotte asked. When I turned to her, she was staring at Melissa's crotch longingly. Her face was still flushed from the previous encounter and her hair was a little disheveled. Perhaps that's the infamous sex hair that I'd heard of.

"Yeah." I said coyly.

"Are you tired?" she turned to me with what seemed like a hopeful look.

"Kind of." I let out a yawn.

"Oh. Okay then." there was a hint of disappointment in Charlotte's tone. But before I figure out why, she leaned over the night lamp and turned off the light. "Go on, we should sleep now. We have to wake up early tomorrow."

I couldn't help but to notice something was wrong with Charlotte. Still, exhaustion had come to me like a vengeful bitch and I let out another yawn. "Okay." I lie down beside the now sleeping Melissa and felt Charlotte shifted on her side of the bed.

"Good night." she said.

"Good night." I replied. I closed my eyes and let the exhaustion washed over me.

I didn't know how long I had slept but I reckoned it wasn't long. My body still felt the exhaustion from the sexual marathon I just had. The room was still dark, which meant that the sun was no where near coming out yet.

Melissa was right beside me. She had nuzzled her head against my neck. She had one arm and one leg over my naked body. Her breasts rose and fell as she slept blissfully by my side, sending one warm breath after another to the back of my neck. It felt weird to be hugged by a woman during sleep. Almost as if she trust me so much that she would just sleep right there, as if she knew deep down that I wouldn't hurt her, as if I would shield her from the evil beyond. It made me feel very protective. It made me feel, strangely enough, more manly.

I stretched one arm out to search for the second woman that I felt deserving of my protection. But as I searched, I realized Charlotte was no longer at her side of the bed. I gently nudged Melissa off me and laid her on her back. She moaned a little in protest but otherwise remained asleep. My body, as if having a mind of its own, leaned forward and I pressed a possessive kiss on her head. I then pulled the blanket over her naked form and climbed off the bed.

After putting on the khakis that I had so haphazardly discarded on the floor, I went out of the room. I noticed the toilet door was opened. That meant, for whatever reason, Charlotte was down stairs, since the only other room on this floor was mom's.

I headed down stairs and quickly found Charlotte sitting by the kitchen counter. In her hand was a glass of wine. When I got closer, she noticed my presence and quickly wiped the corner of her eyes.

"Hi." she said with a throaty, thick, voice. A voice that sounded like she had been crying for quite some time. As I got closer to her, I began to see the redness surrounding her eyes and the paleness of her cheeks. Her disheveled hair made her look even more pitiable that I couldn't help but to feel protective over her. She looked like a hurt puppy needing someone to take care of her.

"Are you okay?" I asked as I took the seat in front of hers.

"Yeah." she sniffled and tilted her head like all crying women liked to do. As if it would force the tears to fall back in or something. "Oh, I'm fine."

"You don't look fine." I pointed out the obvious.

"It's nothing. You should go back to sleep."

I could have walked away and pretended not to have witnessed this. But every cell in my body wanted me to stay, to find out what's making this lovely lawyer crying her eyes out. I reached out my hand and rubbed my knuckles tenderly along the stream of tears flowing down. She closed her eyes and leaned towards my touch. Then, she began sobbing.

"What is it? Charlotte."

"It's nothing." she sobbed.

"You are crying. It must be something."

"It's just..." she choked and let out a torrent of sobs.

I palmed her face and then rubbed my thumb across the wetness under her eyes. I didn't know why I did that. I just did. It felt right to do it. I didn't press her any further. I waited. I waited for her cry to die down and occasionally wiped away her tears from her eyes. When she composed herself enough, she let out an shuddering sigh.

"It's really stupid." she finally said. "Remember that... I told... you... I had my... tubes tied." she said between sobs.

I nodded.

"My ex-husband... he didn't want any kids." she began. "He told me... that I should, you know... get my tubes tied. He didn't really... trust birth control."

"Why?"

"He said they could fail." Charlotte let out a sad laugh, as if the excuse was a mockery of her intellect.

"And you went for the operation?"

"Yeah. Love can make you do stupid things." she explained in morbid amusement. "A year later... he said he wanted kids. Then he fucked one of my bride's maids, got her pregnant and took her to Europe." she burst into a gasping wail. Her body shook so hard with sadness that I had to take the glass of wine out of her hand.

"It's so... stupid." she cried out. "I'm so... so... fucking stupid!"

"Hey, stop it." I cooed and went around the kitchen counter. I wrapped my arms around the sobbing woman and hugged her tightly from behind. My heart clenched sickeningly at her wailing. As I hugged her, I noticed the cut marks on her wrists. Suddenly, I felt angry. My jaw clenched hard with rage and I wish I could punch that bastard right in his fucking face. I had thought my dad was an asshole. Now, he seemed like a freaking saint compared to Charlotte's ex.

"It's okay. You are okay." I whispered softly into her ear as I held her shaking body still.

"The children that he has with the woman... I saw it on Facebook. They are so beautiful." the woman wailed with regret. "I could have children too. But I was so stupid!"

She then screamed a silent scream before gasping horribly like a maimed animal. It was very painful to watch. It was painful to see such successful woman fell prey to pricks and got herself hurt so badly. It was also insightful in the sense that there were horrible people out there in the world. Horrible people that had made this little damsel here crying out her guts.

I didn't know how long I had held her. It felt like eternity, for I couldn't bear to see her to be so sad, and at the same time it felt too short, for I wished to hug her forever. I wish I was more capable all of the sudden. I wish I wasn't a college student so that I could take care of her and Melissa. God! I wanted to take care of these two women that it shocked me.

"Thank you." Charlotte finally said when she calmed down enough.

"It's my pleasure." I said awkwardly as I moved back to my seat. "You did give me the best orgasm I ever have." I tried to lighten up the mood.

Charlotte chuckled and rolled her eyes.

"Technically, Melissa was the one who made you cum." she said with a light smile. "Twice." she begrudgingly added.

"Is that why you were sad?" I asked, recalling the sadness I heard in her tone when we were about to sleep.

"Not really." she looked at her hands and blushed.

Then, it all sort of clicked into place. Her ex-husband had left her because she couldn't bear him child. And her husband had left her for another woman. In other words, her husband chose another woman over her because she couldn't fulfill his desire. I had cum twice in Melissa. In some sense, I had chosen Melissa over her. I chose Melissa to fulfill my desire and not her.

"Was it because Melissa was able to make me cum and you didn't? And that reminded you of your ex leaving you?" I articulated the question cautiously.

She held her head down in silence. I watched her played with her fingers as if she was contemplating something.

"Yeah. That's about it." she muttered. "It's stupid. I know. I should have gotten over it. It's been so long."

"It's okay. You've been strong."

"Thank you." she looked up and smiled at me. It was the sweetest smile I'd ever seen in my life. The kind of smile that made you think that angels might exist. "You are a wonderful person, Brandon."

A shiver ran down my back. I felt my cock stiffen and I shifted on my seat. It didn't help that this woman her was wearing nothing but a t-shirt, the very same t-shirt that Melissa had worn. A choice of attire that did nothing to cover her lovely mount. "Uhm... thanks." I said shyly while trying to cover the erection from her sight. I shouldn't have worn a pair of briefs.

Her eyes drifted down and then she laughed. "Oh Brandon. God, you can still get hard, after all that?"

"I can't help it." I protested.

"Am I really that sexy?" she teased.

"Yes. You are. And you know it." I pointed out.

"Well, I'm going to head up for a wash. You can jerk one off here." she sniggered. I watched her hips swayed sexily as she walked to the doorway. When she was about to turn around the corner, she bent down and hiked up the t-shirt and offered me a view of her round butt. "For you to masturbate to." she chuckled and then left. I began to doubt if she's really thirty four years old, and a lawyer for that matter.

My cock was hard as a freaking rock with that little side show. But I was so not going to be teased to masturbation that easily. I went to the sink and filled myself a glass of water hoping the long gulp would ease off the sexual tension between my legs. It didn't. My cock remained hard and eager to get inside the warmth of a woman.

As I leaned against the kitchen sink, I began to recall Charlotte's words before we slept. She had asked if I had cum. She also asked if I was tired. I was too exhausted then to put the two together. Now that I thought back about it, especially after learning about the horrible betrayal she endured and why she had been sad, a new revelation came to me.

She wasn't really asking if I was tired. What she really asking was if I could go on and choose her, to fuck her, and then cum inside her. My lips curved to a smile as I shook my head in disbelief. Since she was so kind to tease me with the glory of her ass, I made up my mind to repay the gratitude. Besides, if fucking Melissa was of any insight, it would be that a girl loves a little rough play when it comes to sex. I turned off all the lights on the lower floor and then went up the stairs.

Charlotte was obviously still in the bathroom as there's light coming from under the door and there's the sound of running water. I stood at the doorway and waited patiently for my little minx to come out. The sound of running water soon stop and the door was swung open. Charlotte collided onto my hard body and recoiled backwards.

"Oh, you're fast. Did my teasing helped?" she looked up to me and cast me a knowing smile.

"I didn't do it." I said sternly, trying to keep my dominant persona.

"Why, you hand's not good enough for you anymore?" she chuckled and tried to skirt past me. I leaned to the side and block her from going out. When she moved to the other side, I simply followed and blocked her again. "If you want to use the bathroom, you have to let me out first." she scolded lightly.

"I don't want to use the bathroom." I stepped forward which forced her to step back. She frowned at my seemingly rude behavior. As I advanced and she retreated yet again, she started to realize what I was doing. Then when we completely cleared the doorway, I swung the door shut and then locked it.

Then it was just her and me in a small confined space. Charlotte began to look around her like a cornered prey seeking escape. But there was no where to run and no where to hide. The only point of escape was the door and my 6'4" frame was in the way.

"Then what do you want?" her voice became thick with arousal. Her eyes twinkling with lust as she looked at mine.

"You." the word came out almost sounded like a growl. I edged her backwards until her knees hit the toilet. With a light shove, I forced her to sit on the toilet. She let out a squeak as her butt landed on the seat. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and held her head in place. At the same time, I yanked my shorts off, releasing the massive hard-on between my legs.

I moved her head forward while pointing the tip of my cock at her rosy lips. Without a word, her mouth opened wide to receive me. My cock slid through the warmth and dampness until the tip hit the back of her throat. I gave her a light nudge and her throat opened up, allowing the tip of my cock to slid further in.

I shivered and groaned at the sweet pleasure engulfing my cock. I felt the tightness of her throat pressing on me as if she really wanted to swallow me whole. When she pulled back, she let out a satisfied sigh and stroked my cock with her hand.

"Spread your legs and play with your pussy. I want you wet." I demanded. Or I forced myself to sound demanding. I wasn't very good with telling a woman what to do since I never quite had that experience. But judging from the way this petite lawyer mewled, I was pretty that I was doing it well.

Obediently, Charlotte parted her legs and began fingering herself. At the same time, she sucked my cock with due diligence. I kept my grip on her hair and slowed her down if she moved too fast. I only wanted her to wet my cock and keep it hard while she got herself wet. After all, my cock deserved her pussy and I planned to make sure that's what it got tonight.

"Is your pussy wet yet?" I asked.

"Emm hmm." she nodded with my cock still in her mouth.

I yanked her head away from me and pulled her onto her feet. I spun her around and pushed her back down until her stomach was on the toilet seat. I grabbed her hands, crossed them over her back, and then held them together by the wrists. It was rough on my part and based on the lovely girly sounds she's making, she obviously had liked the rough play too. I hiked up the hem of the t-shirt to her waist and rubbed my fingers along the seam of her sex.

"Do you think you can tease me and get away with it?" I didn't know how I had come to say that but I did. And god it sounded really powerful and dominating. A thrill ran down my spin as I watched this successful woman squirmed under my grip.

"No." Charlotte moaned.

Enough said. I moved to position and shoved my cock right in between her wet lips. Her pussy widened and absorbed me into her. Charlotte yelped at the forceful intrusion and squirmed on the toilet seat. I moved my cock out of her pussy only to have it roughly pushed right back inside.

"Ahh..." she screamed. It was the same painful scream that I heard when I first fucked her. I kept still and when the seconds passed without any verbal complaint on her part, I resumed my pounding.

My cock plundered the tightness of her pussy hard and fast. Charlotte had squirmed and shuddered, tensed and struggled as I fucked her. I had to leaned more weight onto her back to keep her still, to keep her pussy in place for my cock to exploit and ravage. Sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed in the small confined room. She whimpered and mewled, but never complained, never told me to stop.

I kept my pace and Charlotte's pussy absorbed every hard thrust without fail. Her pussy had clenched and gaped against the raging intruder. Delicious friction of her pussy lips along the length of my cock pushed me further and further into the brink of release. Cum began to flood the base of my balls and my body tingled with the promise of orgasmic release.

"I'm going to cum soon." I announced as electricity shot through my loin. My pounding intensified. My balls clenched. Charlotte cried out at the fierce, repeated penetration of her pussy. A cry that could wake potentially anyone within a mile from us. I immediately reached out to her mouth and clasped it shut, muffling out her lustful cries. There in, I shifted to the highest possible gear and ravaged her pussy with every last fiber of strength I could muster.

Finally, orgasm washed over me like a thirty foot wave, sending my body into overdrive. One thick rope of cum after another spurted right into Charlotte's eager pussy. As the warmth of my seed spread inside her, Charlotte reached her own climax and shuddered violently. Her cries had turned to guttural moans. Her pussy clenched and milked and sucked my cock, forcing more cum out of me. I kept her body pinned and her mouth muffled and continued fucking her for a good minute, until my cum had frothed inside her pussy and my cock began to really ache, until her body succumbed to another shuddering, back arching, toe curling orgasm.

When I pulled my cock out, I watched my cum flowed out of the gaping pussy and landed on the tiled floor of the bathroom. I grabbed several squares of tissues and gave the thoroughly fucked pussy a good wipe. Then, I pulled Charlotte to her feet, only to have her body limped against mine. I quickly held her up by her waist to keep her from falling onto the floor.

"Hey?" I asked, suddenly feeling worried that I might have gone overboard.

"Emmm..." she murmured and snuggled against my chest. Her eyes were shut as if she's already asleep.

I lifted her up with both arms and carefully brought her out of the bathroom. Seeing my mom's door, I realized how much of a blessing it was that my mom wasn't woken up by Charlotte's cries and came to check. I took Charlotte into my room and then laid her down on the bed. Melissa was still sleeping soundly on her side of the bed, which was a surprise all on itself. I grabbed a portion of the blanket and lifted it over Charlotte's body. Just like with Melissa, I bent down instinctively and kissed Charlotte possessively on the head.

"Good night." I whispered and gotten no response. She was already in deep sleep.

I went out of my room, gone back to the bathroom, gave myself a quick wash on the sink put on my shorts and went down stairs. Exhaustion had its vicious grip on me. I clambered onto the couch, propped up the pillow, and then lied down for the night.

As I contemplated in the darkness, I wondered how had two women made me feel so complete as a man just over one night. A pang of disappointment shot through me as I suddenly took in the realization that this was a one time thing. Why would a women like them, successful and beautiful, would ever want an ignorant teenage boy that still let his mom clean his room to be with them forever. I was clearly just a temporary fix for their loneliness. Slumber came soon, but it was a disturbed one.

CHAPTER 2

I woke up in the morning to a chorus of laughter coming from the dining room. I sat up and immediately regretted my choice of sleeping on the couch. While the cushion was decent, the length of the couch was nowhere near sufficient enough to fit my large frame. My back ached like a bitch. When I tried to move, I was rewarded with an excruciating cramp on my left leg. I must have groaned because Charlotte came out from the dining room looking all worried. It only took her a second to realize what happened. She rushed to my side and raised my leg.

"Keep still." She scolded lightly when I tried to stop her from helping.

"What's wrong?" I heard my mom asking.

"It's Brandon. He's having a cramp." Charlotte informed.

"Oh dear." My mom uttered and came to my side. "Is it because of the couch?"

I would have said yes on any other time. But I knew better. I knew it had something to do with what I had done to Charlotte and Melissa. I must have stressed the muscle too much during the heated engagement and now I was paying the price.

"Yeah. It's too short." Charlotte affirmed without losing a beat. As if that was what it really was.

"I thought so." My mom sighed. "You're legs are too long. You should have slept in my bed."

"Sorry." I apologized, though I wasn't sure what I was apologizing for. For getting a cramp and making her worry, or fucking her friends on my bed till the dead of night. And looking at things, my mom obviously had no idea what went on yesterday. After all, Charlotte was still here.

"You don't have to apologize, dear. I'm proud of you for letting the women to sleep on your bed yesterday." My mom smiled.

"Yes. Brandon is such a gentleman." Charlotte added with a warm smile.

"What's wrong?" Melissa came up from behind my mom and looked at me.

"Brandon's having a cramp." My mom informed with resignation, as if she was guilty for not being able to do anything else.

"Oh, crap. Was it because..." Melissa clamped her mouth shut with her own hand as her face began to flush. Charlotte looked at me and the worry in her eyes reflected mine.

"Yeah, it's because he gave us the bed and slept on the couch." Charlotte quickly interjected.

"Yeah. That. Right." Melissa began to let out a nervous laugh. "Thank you for letting us sleep on your bed." She said when she had calmed herself enough.

"No problem." I said curtly. Before I could beat myself at the thought that I had just lied to my mom in front of her face, my mom had cheerfully told the three of us how proud and lucky she had such gentlemanly son. The three of us, who all knew better, kept our lips shut while smiling in agreement. I kind of felt bad for my mom, for not telling her the true nature of the cause of my cramp. But then again, I didn't usually tell my mom about almost everything. Especially not this.

"Well, I'll just leave Charlotte to take care of you." My mom sighed and then turned back to the dining room. "Melissa, could you help me bring out the champagne."

My mom retreated back to the dining room and Melissa followed behind. When the two disappeared into the corner, Charlotte twisted my ankle and my thigh twitched painfully. I winced and frowned at her. Instead of apologizing, the cheeky woman was smiling triumphantly.

"That's for making me sore down there." She said and my cock woke up from its flaccid slumber and began to harden at the memory of our moments in the bathroom. "And this is for making me feel like a woman again." She cupped my face and then leaned in to kiss me on my lips.

She parted her lips and her tongue found mine. Our lips wrestled and our tongue danced as I inhaled her scent and tasted her mouth. My cramp by then had already become a distant past. We didn't know how long we kissed, but we knew we needed to part soon. Charlotte was the one to break off the kiss. She let out a frustrated grunt when she did as if she hadn't had enough of my lips.

"Thank you for last night." Charlotte said with a lovely smile on her face. I could really get used to seeing that smile every morning.

"I don't mind doing it again if you want." I blurted out the words before my brain was able to stop it. God, even as I listened to the words, I felt like a horny piece of cock desperate to find a hole to jam into.

"I'm sure you do." She gave me a conspiratorial smile and fleetingly look at my crotch. I didn't need to look down to know what she saw. "But some other time. My vag is a little sore."

"Okay." I muttered, trying not to sound disappointed. I knew grown women hated men who only wanted sex from them and I didn't want to give her an impression that I was one. Still, I would be lying if I said I didn't want to fuck her again the way I did in the bathroom. Charlotte, despite my effort, seemed to see into my mind as she teasingly patted my cock.

"We could do it sometime this week." She suggested with a naughty grin. The kind of grin on the face of girls at the cover of an adult magazine. The grin that said come fuck me.

"I won't have to go back to college till next Sunday." I said quickly.

"If you can come to my house, say, tomorrow, I think we can do something about this erection." She rubbed her small hand along the thick hardened shaft. I squirmed on the couch with a need cum again. "I finish work at six and usually reach home at about seven. You can come by then."

"Okay." I nodded. I didn't want to seem desperate and overly giddy so I kept my expression stoic.

"That's it then. I will cook for us both." She said and then headed for the dining room. Before she turned to the corner, she gave me a wink and then walked to the dining room to help out my mom.

The party soon started. Patrons, mostly divorced women and toddlers, began to fill up the tables. Cars began to clog the otherwise empty driveway and spilled out over to the curb. Soft classical music was playing in the background. Kids were running on the lawn chasing one another with hand pistol. Caterers were already setting up the table with trays after trays of delicious delicacies. Chorus of laughter occasionally punctuated the already chaotic cacophony.

My mom was busy ushering the ever growing number of guests to their seats. She had the usual DWCT baseball hat on her head and made sure every guest had one on theirs as well. Why little girls were given the same hat to wear was really beyond me. It was almost like a sick joke on itself. Like the girls were already the members of this circumstanced group, destined to spend their entire adult life as divorced moms. I wish mom would spare them the white-blue cotton hat and gave them something more appropriate to put on the head. You know, like party hat or glittery paper tiaras.

Melissa was busying herself with taking care of the kids. She followed everywhere the kids went to and cleaned up whatever mayhem the kids left in their wake. Discarded paper cups, broken plastic cutlery, crumpled tissue, Melissa had picked them all up without a fuzz. In fact, as I observed from afar, she almost looked like she's enjoying it.

Charlotte was the director of operations. She basically single-handedly managed the crew of waiters and waitresses and delegated tasks from sending out food to refilling condiments with exceptional mastery. I hadn't a shred of doubt that she was used to telling people what to do. There's an air of authority surrounding the lean and curvy frame of the lawyer which made it seemed all the more amazing. I even saw the look of admiration on the crew's eyes, as if they hadn't been led with such efficiency before.

I, on the other hand, tried to be the least conspicuous wallflower possible. I had placed myself at an unremarkable spot on the lawn, standing there to deliver the necessary pleasantries should it come my way. It was also the least crowded spot, which had spared me a great deal of 'you should take care of your mother' and 'don't cheat on your future wife' sentiments. I got it, ladies. You don't have to remind me every freaking minute.

While men were assholes at times, I didn't think all the divorces were the men's fault. Some, yes. But certainly not all. Women could be assholes too. From their whinny complaints to their extensive choice of provoking vocabulary, even Gandhi would have had trouble keeping cool. With that said, I found a particular annoying woman among a group spewing out wretched gospel about how men are pigs and will never be enough for women. The fact that the other women surrounding her nodded their heads in agreement made me feel even more pissed off. God, this woman needed a therapist. From the things she said, it was amazing that her husband beat the crap out of her with a baseball bat or something.

"Hi, are you Halley's son?" I heard a feminine voice coming from behind me. Halley was my mom's name. When I turned around, I saw a tall lean woman with a head of black breast-length hair. She was wearing a long sleeveless black dress that accentuated the curves of her hips. She had an olive complexion that made her look athletic and wild. Her face had a hint of Eastern European features, sharp nose, high cheekbones, smoky eyes. I didn't miss the fact that her irises were gray, which mean she's of a Russian descent since most Russians had gray irises. There's an air of command emanating from this woman and I could almost immediately feel the power dynamics between us. Obviously, I was on the lower end.

"Yeah. I am." I smiled the usual 'nice to meet you' smile and held out a hand. She shook my hand with grace and confidence. "You are?" I asked.

"Nice to meet you, Brandon. I'm Paulina. I just moved into this neighborhood about a month ago." She said and I detected a hint of Russian-accent in her words. Or it could be Ukrainian. "I heard there is a party going on today, so I thought I should drop by and see what the party is all about."

"Well." I gestured half-heartedly at the banner undulating in the light breeze hanging on the roof of one of the canopy. "It's a party for divorced women."

"Wow. It really is a party for divorced women. From where I came from, divorce is not something people would celebrate." She let out a light chuckle.

"And where are you from, Paulina? If you don't mind me asking." I probed curiously.

"I'm from the UK. Before that, I was a Russian." She laughed. "But I'm not a spy." She remarked jokingly.

"It doesn't matter, really. As long as you are divorced, you are welcomed here. The women here can be quite, as the English would put it, disagreeable if they know you aren't divorced. Which brings me the next question, are you divorced?"

"Twice."

"You are a member already then." I quipped and we both laughed.

"Anyways, I wanted to meet your mother and the women over there," she pointed at the group of women sitting around one of the tables, "told me that you will know where she is?"

"She's probably in the house." I recalled seeing my mom walking back into the house after the last DWCT hat had been dispensed. I would place my bet that's she getting more out from the room by the kitchen she used to store the DWCT stuff. "You should be able to find her in the kitchen."

"Well then. It's a pleasure meeting you, Brandon."

We gave each other another polite shake of hands before Paulina headed over to the house. As I watched Paulina's retreating frame, my eyes casually ventured down along the length of her curvaceous body. She almost looked as good as Charlotte but a whole lot taller. She could certainly pass for a model and looking at the defined sway of her hips, she could very well be one.

After a while, Melissa came by with a bunch of children chasing behind her. She had her hair tied in a tight bun with a few stray strands of hair flowing down in front of her face. A sheen of sweat had formed on her forehead. She was having a blast with the children, whom she was playing catch with. I watched with amazement how much Melissa suddenly looked like a mother. I could really see her pregnant while holding another child in her arms. She cast me a bright grin as she approached me. Then, she went behind me and held me out like a shield against the horde of excited toddlers.

"Protect me, Brandon." She pretended to be in distress and the children giggled at her apparent helplessness.

Feeling like playing along, I spread out my arms and made a growl. The children squealed and then scattered off in every direction.

"Those children certainly are a handful." Melissa chuckled while heaving breathlessly.

"That's children for you. They have a lot of energy." I sighed, remembering the terrible incident where I was forced to entertain a group of four year olds by my mother on the first DWCT party. They had an unlimited capacity for fun and games. Something that even the fifteen year old me couldn't cope with. Still, Melissa didn't seem to be distressed by the children's endless demand for excitement. She looked like she enjoyed it tremendously.

"As if you have the room to say that?" her lips curved into a mischievous smirk. "You really think I didn't hear what you did to Charlotte last night?"

I felt heat rising on my cheek. "It was that loud huh?"

"God. Only your mom could sleep through that." She rolled her eyes. "Sorry for the cramp though. And thank you."

"Thank you?" I cocked an eye.

"For doing what you did last night. I don't mean it in the 'thank you for the meal' kind of way. More like thank you for letting me experiencing life again." She explained. Her face softened into a wry smile. "I really needed that."

Suddenly, I felt the urge to ask why she went through a divorce. From the look of her melancholic face, I knew what I'd done last night must have reminded her of her divorce as it'd done to Charlotte. Charlotte told me her tragic story and I wanted to know Melissa's too. But I suppressed my prying curiosity since it would not be decent to ask. Instead, I focused on the matter at hand. A sneaking pack of children were congregating behind Melissa. Each of them had a smug grin on their face, like they relished in the idea of finally outsmarting their prey.

"They are behind you." I informed Melissa. The moroseness on her face vanished as her lips curved into a bright smile.

"Well then, got to go now." Melissa whispered and then burst into a sprint. The children screamed with renewed animation as they chased after their escaping prey.

It was almost eleven and my stomach began to growl in protest. I went to the row of food. I grabbed some hor d'oeuvres with cream toppings, few strips of bacon, a piece of grilled steak, some steamed broccoli and some watermelon. I cramped every thing into one plate. I never liked to put my food in different plate like more of the guests. It didn't seem practical. Then, I went to into the house. I would never eat at the guests table anymore ever since the first party. Apparently, some divorced women had a lot of resentment in them and I was not a particular fan in listening to those resentment all the time while I ate.

When I got into the kitchen, I found Paulina and my mom chatting away by the kitchen counter. They seemed to be having a very animated conversation from the way the two kept laughing and smiling at each other. I figured they didn't want to be disturbed so I headed out to the dining room instead. In the dining room was a bunch of women in tears seemingly crying their eyes out for the ill-fortune life had given them. Well, I didn't need to be a part of that and decided to go to my room.

Once I got behind the door, I locked it and ate at my desk. I sent a text to my mom telling her that I was eating in my room so that when she needed me for something, she could look for me there. My mom, especially at times like these, didn't like to play hide and seek when she wanted to look for me. It made her nervous and jittery. Not that I hated her for that or anything.

While downing the third bacon strip, my phone buzzed with a new message. My best friend Jason had just messaged me and asked me about my party. All my close friends knew about my mom and the DWCT party she organized. None of them ever attended though. Not that I would blame them. I mean, the party were filled to the brink with women at my mom's age. Not a single woman below the age of twenty could be found here. Not even below the age of thirty as the matter of fact.

Bro, rockin the party? his message read. He knew how the party was like because he came to the 2nd DWCT party out of a dare. He went home about fifteen minutes later, not after stealing some food for himself first, which was typical of him. I couldn't help seeing him smiling while typing this.

It's f'king awesome. U shud come. I typed sarcastically.

Nice try. But no. Wanna hangout 2nite?

Where?

Bill wanna LOL. U good? Bill was another friend of mine that's addicted to League of Legends. With that said, he was a sore loser too. If the game's winning, he would laugh and cheer. But if the numbers went against him, he would be all pissy and saying things that would get him punched in the face.

Nah. I'll pass. I rather spend my time mowing the lawn. I typed. I didn't particularly hate Bill. But I never liked sore losers so there's that. Mowing the lawn would definitely be better than being on the other end of Bill's beratement.

I get u. Can I chill in ur place then? Bored af here.

U come at 5. Cleanup will be over then.

Great! Cya.

Cya.

After emptying my plate, I dropped onto my bed. I knew I was sleep-deprived and the ache reverberating through my body was a clear sign of that. Without much to do now other than to wait for the party to end, I decided to take a little nap. I pulled my pillow into a tight embrace and snuggled into the softness. There's a feminine scent clinging onto the sheets of the pillow that belonged to Melissa and Charlotte. Suddenly, I wished they were here with me. Not to have sex, but just here lying next to me as we cuddled in warmth.

I woke up some two hours later by the hot summer heat. My back was already sweating from the weak air-conditioning. I went to the windows and looked out to the lawn. Evidently, the guests had thinned considerably. Charlotte was laid back on one of the lounge chair at the porch with a glass of champagne in her hand. Melissa was sitting by the table waving longingly at the leaving children. The crew of waiters and waitresses were now clearing the tables of dirty plates and cutlery. My mom was standing by the mailbox sending off the leaving guests. About damn time, I muttered to myself.

I went down stairs with the dirty plate in my hand and past the plate to the first waiter I saw. I went to my mom whom was standing by the curb and she quickly beamed me the lazy smile that I recognized.

"Are you drinking again?" I frowned. I didn't particularly like my mom getting drunk. The fact that it was only two in the afternoon didn't help.

"Only a few glasses of wine, dear." She defended. "I was drinking with Paulina. It'd be impolite not to."

"Well, as long as you don't pass out like you did last night, I'm fine with it." I grumbled. Not that I wouldn't be a little delighted if she did pass out. After all, whatever happened last night happened because my mom passed out.

"Don't worry, dear. I'll control myself." She chuckled and then giddily added. "Or Paulina would."

"What about her?" I raised an eye.

"Oh dear, she's just so..." my mom sighed like a teenage girl admiring a rockstar. "... sophisticated and empowered, you know. She's just so domineering it's ugh... I don't know how to describe it." My mom pouted.

A shiver ran down my spine as the implication of what I had just witnessed hit me like a truck. If I didn't know better, I would have thought my mom just had a crush on another woman. Which was impossible considering how my mom hated the whole gay pride movement thing. She wasn't particularly hateful towards homosexuals, but she certainly didn't go with the whole same sex marriage concept. In fact, she told me once she had a lesbian roommate and how much she hated the woman for bringing other woman into the room to have sex with.

"Sounds like you like her a lot." I remarked casually.

"Oh, I love the woman." She sighed with utter admiration. "She's a successful fashion designer and has five boutique in the UK under her name."

"Wow." I would have thought Paulina was more of a trophy wife kind of girl than a businesswoman.

"Amazing, right? And she told me all about the dresses she designed and how lovely I would be wearing them." My mom elaborated cheerfully.

"Uh huh." I felt a weird sensation bubbling in my chest, as if it's trying to make me see the obvious. "You should meet her more."

"You think I should?" she whipped her head towards me so quickly I thought she's about to pounce on me.

"Why not?" I shrugged.

"I don't know. She seemed so busy you know. She might not have time for me."

"She has time for the party, surely she has time to meet you." I said, not entirely sure if I said that because it's the truth or because I thought that's what my mom needed to hear.

"Hmm..." my mom contemplated. "Maybe I should."

"Is she still here?" I asked as I looked for the lean Russian woman.

"No. She went back. She said she has something to take care off. Do you think it will be weird if I send her some of the remaining grilled steak and bacons? There's quite a lot of it left and I want to give her some."

I wasn't sure if someone as lean as Paulina would fancy a couple of pounds of American grill steak and greasy bacon strips. From the way her body looked, she obviously took care of what she put in her stomach. But that didn't seem important at the moment so I decided not to bring that up. "Do you know where she live?" I asked instead.

"Yeah. She lives just two streets away." My mom said excitedly, like she couldn't believe Paulina was that near to our house. "I'll should go and pack the food now."

out sexiness that would make Freud cum in his pants. Two fingers were inserted into Melissa's pussy to draw out the creamy stuff trapped inside. Melissa undulated her hips as she enjoyed the penetration of her sex all the while calling Charlotte's name.

I thought my cock could never get hard right after orgasm. I was never so wrong. As I watched the women indulged themselves, my member grew harder and harder until it stood poise once again. Charlotte gave me a knowing look without stopping her teasing on Melissa. My body began to move on its own. My feet trudged forward, one step, and then another, until I was right behind Charlotte. The lawyer arched her back slightly, angling her pussy upwards, wanting me to take her.

I guided my cock until the head was pressed between two glistening lips of Charlotte's opening. Slowly but surely, her pussy widened and then swallowed the head of my cock. The lawyer mewled and pushed herself against me. I watched with shuddering excitement as my cock gradually disappeared between the crack of her butt cheeks. The sensation of my cock and the friction between her wet hugging walls and my shaft were staggering.

"Brandon, do it slowly. I'm still a little sore." Charlotte moaned.

Heeding her plea, I undulated my hips in a sedated pace and I slowly fucked her. As I did her pussy, my hands explored the softness of her velvety skin. I leaned forward until my chest was leaning against her warm back. My hand continued their venture, seeking out untouched region and making sure every inch of her body was thoroughly felt up. My palms soon resided beneath the substantial weight of her breasts, my fingers toying her erected nipples.

"Ahhh... Brandon." Charlotte cried.

My cock twitched at the cries of pleasure. It needed more stimulation, it ached to pummel and ravage the hole it was in. My hips began to move faster, my cock eliciting more pleasure from the friction against her moist walls. When Charlotte did not protest, I increased the pace a little more. I continued to do so, increasing the speed bit by bit at Charlotte's perpetual complacency. Before long, I was humping against her round ass as fast as I did when I fucked Melissa.

Charlotte was no longer paying attention to Melissa. Her attention had shifted. She leaned her face against the soft cushion of the couch while crying out my name in sexual ecstasy. Her pussy gripped against my cock hard, bringing me closer and closer to my release. Then, as if possessed, I pounded against her pussy hard, disregarding her prior request completely. Charlotte did not protest, instead, she arched her back and angled her pussy to better receive my merciless assault.

"Oh yes, Brandon." Charlotte squealed and her body rocked violently. Her pussy clenched around my cock tightly, demanding for my release. I grabbed her hips and yanked her onto me. I placed my lips against her shoulder blade and sucked hard as I continued my pounding against her opening. My balls tensed up, forcing the cum through the narrow space of my urethra before unleashing out hot ropes of cum out of my cock and into Charlotte's pussy.

"Brandon." She moaned as orgasm ripped through her body. She had, perhaps instinctually, tried to lunge forward to remove herself from the impalement of my cock. I, perhaps instinctually as well, held her in place while my throbbing cock gradually filled her up. I peppered her back with kisses, especially on the hickey that had formed, as we waited for the aftershock of our release to wither down.

Once we regained sufficient senses, I began to dress up and so did the two women. I couldn't say I didn't enjoy looking at the two women struggling to stay on their feet as they put on their pants. I wondered if this was what male pride feel like, to realize that you've made to women so satisfied they couldn't think straight enough to keep their feet under themselves. When I saw Charlotte and Melissa struggled to hook their bras, I went to help them out. They were appreciative of my help and both of them kissed me on my cheek before putting on their tops. To our relief, my mom did not walk in on me fucking her friends. Nevertheless, I didn't think we all would have stopped anyway until our release so there's that.

Melissa and Charlotte, once their strength returned, went up to the bathroom to take a quick shower. While I was exhausted from the two orgasms, I forced myself to start cleaning the house. My mom could never do it alone and I knew exhaustion from sex shouldn't be an excuse to skip out on house chores.

Charlotte was the first one to come down. When she saw me cleaning up the mess, she volunteered to join in. I told her that she didn't have to since she was a guest, but Charlotte insisted. Melissa soon joined when she too had taken her shower. I took care of the kitchen and dining room, which was littered with used paper plates and dirty dishes, while the two took care of the living room and the porch.

I first brought the stacks of dirty plates to the kitchen sink and placed them into the dishwasher. Once that's done, I went to clear up the kitchen counter and dining table. I even gave the floor a quick vacuum before mopping it with plain water. It wasn't as decent a job as my mom would have done, but still the kitchen and dining room were much presentable than before. Time passed so quickly that I didn't even know how long I'd been cleaning until my best friend showed up.

"Dude." I heard a familiar voice calling me as I was tying the last bag of trash. "Who are those girls at your porch?"

"You're early." I turned to see my best friend Jason standing at the doorway. Obviously, the women had let him in the house. "And I wouldn't call them girls. They are my mom's friends." I said, insinuating the age of the women.

"Holy shit man. They look hot." Jason exclaimed while leaning out the doorway perhaps in an attempt to check out Charlotte and Melissa. I didn't know why but I found his untimely presence a little annoying despite the fact that Jason always dropped by my house in similar fashion.

"Hi Paulina. Uhm... why are you picking up my mom's phone?"

"Oh, she's..." there's a deliberate pause as if Pauline had turned her head or something, "... currently busy right now."

"Okay." I frowned as I wondered what my mom could be busy with at a neighbor's house. "Can I speak with her?"

"Hold on."

There's some shuffling sound and some other weird noise that sounded like moans. I might have heard wrong though. Then, my mom was on the line.

"Oh hi, dear." She sounded breathless.

"What are you doing there?" I asked. "And what's that sound?" I could hear a faint buzzing noise that hummed incessantly through the phone.

"Uh... ahhh... I'm just... you know... talking with Paulina." She stuttered like a Marathon winner who had just finished the race giving an interview.

"Why do you sound so breathless?"

"Paulina... is showing... me how to... ahh... use a machine."

"A machine?" my forehead crumbled with disbelief.

"A treadmill... yeah... she's showing me... how to use... a treadmill."

"A treadmill?" Then, I shook my head to clear out the frustration. "Well, whatever. So when are you coming back?"

"I'm not sure... ahhh... that depends. Don't wait up for me."

"Okay. You... uh... put Paulina back on."

"Da, Brandon." Paulina voice came back.

"What's my mom really doing?" I asked again.

"Running on my treadmill." She answered without losing a beat.

"Ugh... really? I'm sorry for that. You really shouldn't put up with her too much. She sometimes doesn't know how to control herself." I shook my head dejectedly.

"I understand what you mean." Paulina chuckled. "Don't worry, your mother is in good hands."

"Well, thank you for taking care of her. And don't let her drink any alcohol if you can. I don't want her to get drunk again?"

"Again?" there's a hint of surprise in her voice.

"She got drunk last night already. So..."

"I see. So, your mother has gotten herself drunk last night as well, huh." Paulina said it in the way that it didn't feel like the words were for me to hear.

"Yeah, till she passed out. Anyways, when she's done, just give me a call. I'll walk over to your place and take her home."

"Don't bother Brandon. I believe your mom is going to stay here for quite a while. I'll send her back when she's done." I couldn't help but to notice the threatening nature of her tone.

"I really don't want to trouble you, Paulina." I insisted.

"It's of no trouble, Brandon. I love your mother's company anyways. Bye bye."

The call ended abruptly. I stared at the screen of the phone wandering what the hell had just happened. The conversation with Paulina felt really strange yet I had no idea why. My train of thoughts were shattered when Jason called out from the living room announcing to me about the reshowing of Batman, the Dark Knight Rises. I shoved my phone back into my pocket and headed back to the living room.

As the movie credits started to roll, Jason and I talked a little bit more about my university life. There wasn't really much to talk about really. Pursuing a bachelor's degree in Electrical Engineering wasn't the pinnacle of social happenings in the university. And as always, our conversation quickly boiled down to the girls I met there.

Although I was taller than him by about 5 inches, he had a much bulkier physique. He liked to go to the gym and worked out at least five times a week. He looked like a younger version of Tom Cruise, with the short messy golden brown hair and a looks that most girls would find hot. And I sometimes did find myself being jealous of him being able to get laid so easily.

While the college had a lot of girls, some really pretty too, but they were almost always exclusively in the social sciences. With that said, the only girls in my course were those nerdy looking kind that wore sweatshirts and straight jeans to class. Not the kind of girls that Jason would consider as hot so I said no. I turned the question to him and as expected, he'd set his sight on yet another girl that was way out of his league.

Jason, how should I put it, wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer. He and I was sort of the Yin and Yang symbol. While I was smart and introverted, Jason was stupid and couldn't stop getting himself the attention of the people around him. While I was rational with my actions, Jason was the one that lived on the edge of chaos.

I didn't particularly liked his personalities at times but our decade long friendship had straightened out our differences that we didn't bother leaving one another. Besides, if I had a dead hooker in my bed, who else was going to bury her if not Jason, though I did have to add that his stupidity might mean getting me caught anyways.

So when I heard he had wanted to go after Charlie Yates our high school beauty, I let out a laugh. Charlie was smart and rich and completely way the fuck out of Jason's league. Hell, she wouldn't even bat an eye to me even if I had the largest yacht under my feet. She was not the kind of girl that would waste her times on guys like us. Still, I believed that a guy should dream big and gave my buddy some encouragement to draw her a heart on her Starbucks coffee cup should she ever ordered from him again. And yes, Jason worked as a Starbucks checkout. And he also unbelievably loyal and perhaps that might be the virtue enough to sway the beautiful rich girl.

"She recently dyed her hair to dark brown." Jason supplied.

"Show me." I said and Jason began browsing through Instagram. One thing rich beautiful girls can't stop doing was posting their fabulous photos online on basically everything they did. Eating, shopping, walking, jogging, working, leaving the house, watering the plant, at the gym, especially at the gym, and many other daily routine that no one really give a damn about. Unless of course if you are pretty, then everyone gives a damn.

When Jason showed me the image of a brown haired girl looking dreamily into the snow covered Alps under the glory of the brimming sun, I felt my jaws fell open. Her eyes were glistening with a sense of hope as it reflected the warmth of the sun. The light complexion of her round face, reddened at the cheeks by the frigid temperature of the highland, made her looked all the more alluring against the white backdrop. A few tresses of her hair hung haphazardly down one side of her face made her looked all the more wild and sexy and I felt the usual attraction that I experienced when looking at really pretty girls.

"Cute right." Jason said triumphantly as if he was showing off a prized pet or something.

"Yeah. I guess she is." I said nonchalantly, not wanting to display any signs that I was into the girl. Besides, I already had two beautiful women and I didn't need another one.

"Man, I wish I can be her boyfriend."

Wish was the right terminology used. Wish implied impossibility, which was exactly what it was. An impossibility. But I didn't want to kill his mood so I let him dreamed on. He would soon come to learn the cold hard truth of rejection. And I would be there to take care of him should that day come.

After the not so enlightening conversation, we went and reheated the leftover food for our dinner. We worked our way through a quarter of them. By then, we were already stuffed to the brink. We spent a little more time talking about random stuff until Jason decided it was time to call it a night.

After Jason had left, I called my mom again. It was already ten and I didn't particularly not knowing where she was and what she's doing. The terrible months of constant self-destructive tendencies in her right after the divorce made me very a vigilant person especially when it came to her well-being.

"Hi, Brandon." My mom's voice came through. She sounded like she had just woken up.

"Were you sleeping there?"

"Oh. Yeah. I just dozed off." She let out a yawn.

"It's already ten. Are you coming back any time soon?" I asked irritably. "You shouldn't bother Paulina too much."

"Hi Brandon." Paulina was speaking now. "She's not bothering me. And no, she's not coming back tonight. Halley and I have something to uh... discuss. She will be back tomorrow."

"Oh. But-"

"Good night Brandon."

"Wait-"

There was a chorus of girly giggles before the line went dead. I looked at the phone as I wondered what had just happened. And why was Paulina right by my mom's side when my mom said she had just woken up? Where was my mom even sleeping in? It didn't take long for me to realize the obvious but some part of me still couldn't accept that though. It was just too absurd to even consider it, let alone to accept. I guessed I would find out from her once she's back.

CHAPTER 3

The fact that she was wearing a three-inch heels made her looked all the more alluring and sophisticated. She was wearing a white blouse and a thigh length pencil skirts with cutting that accentuated all her curves. I felt a sudden urge to push her into her house, shove her skirt up and fuck her right at the entrance.

Charlotte opened the front door and walked in. I locked the door behind me and followed her into the living room. There's a large brown sofa set around a small coffee table stacked with paper work. Three large book cases occupied one side of the wall, while the other side contained a piano and an aquarium with a few colorful fish swimming in it. The lights were casting a warm orange glow to the homey looking carpet on the floor that grandmothers would own.

I always thought Charlotte would keep her house immaculate. She seemed like the kind of person that liked order. But this house was nothing like what I had imagined. In fact, this house almost looked like it didn't belong to Charlotte, but a cat owning fifty five year old retiree.

"This is for you." I said and handed the bottle of wine to her.

"What's this?" she asked with an amused smile, as if she thought of me being cute for getting her a gift. "Oh wow. You have expensive taste." She raised a brow as she pulled out the Merlot.

"It's nothing." I shrugged, downplaying the amount of hurt that piece of fermented grape extract had caused me. Especially during the checkout.

"Did you buy it yourself?" she cocked an inquisitive look at me.

I blushed a little but managed to give her a 'no big deal' shrug.

"My my, Brandon, breaking the law are we?" she gave me a snide smile.

"I break the law for you." I quipped only to regret how incredibly cheesy I sounded.

"Well, I guess I can't report you then." She let out a purr as she pressed her body against mine. "Tell me, how much did you spend on getting this?"

"It's a gift. You aren't supposed to know the price." I felt heat rising on my cheeks.

"You are really cute, do you know that?" She wrapped one arm around my neck and pulled me down. Then, she planted a quick kiss on my lips. "Thanks. We'll open it during dinner."

She walked away into where I believed was the kitchen. I heard the fridge opened and closed, and shortly after Charlotte came out again.

"I'll get a change. And then I will start preparing dinner." Charlotte told me as she headed to the stairs.

I didn't know what had possessed me but I followed her. I wasn't sure at first if I was being too bold but I wasn't really thinking straight. Women said men think with their cocks and now I finally understood in the truest of sense what that actually meant. She went into her room but didn't close the door. I pushed the door open and saw Charlotte unbuttoning her blouse. She spotted me on the large mirror mounted to the wall and cast me a sly grin. When she peeled away the white fabric from her skin, she revealed a pair of breasts cupped by a lacy purple bra.

"Do you mind?" she asked as she swept her hair over her shoulder and revealed the clasped of her bra. I walked towards her and then unhooked the undergarment. She pulled the straps away from her shoulders and let the lacy material fell to the floor. My eyes were transfixed at the reflection of her naked upper body. My hands, with a mind of their own, went and cradled the voluptuous masses. I couldn't believe how much I missed the touch of her skin until that moment and I didn't want to stop touching her. The way her eyes fluttered dreamily as I felt her up told me that she didn't want me to stop either.

"We haven't prepared dinner." She reminded with a throaty voice.

"No, we haven't." I mumbled softly as I nipped against the softness of her shoulder. She smelled incredible. There's a hint of perfume mixed with something else, something feminine, something that made me want to immerse myself into it.

My hands released her breasts and went down to her waist. I trailed my fingers along the waistband of her skirt and unclasped her pencil skirt. I shoved the skirt down past her ass and watched it fell onto the ground. She was wearing a matching purple lacy panties with flowery embroidery that partially revealed the milky skin beneath. A second later, her panties joined the rest of the discarded garments on the ground.

"Your turn." She pouted.

I was less than elegant when I shed my clothes. It was hurried and clumsy and I had no doubt that Charlotte could see the desperation I had for her through my haste. I wasn't joking when I said I couldn't wait. When I was completely naked, Charlotte turned around and gave my hard throbbing cock a few firm strokes. Burst of pleasure reverberated through my body and I shuddered helplessly at her touch.

"Looks like dinner have to wait." She said and I couldn't agree more. "Let's take a shower first."

"Okay." I mumbled like a brain-dead moron.

She grabbed me by my hand and pulled me into the bathroom. Her bathroom was much bigger than mine and had a bathtub by the tiled wall. She stepped into the bathtub and I followed her. I stood patiently and waited for her to turn on the water. It wasn't those troublesome twin knobs where one had to manually control the flow of hot and cold water to hit the right temperature. It was one of those modern water temperature control system where all you need to do is to set the right temperature and press a button. A torrent of water began to rain down upon us and when I looked up, I saw the largest showerhead ever.

"Now, come here." She purred and wrapped her arms around me. My hands went to her ass and pulled her up slightly as I reached for her lips. We locked together and tasted each other while the water petted down on us. I had never had a shower with another person before but I thought I could really get use to taking shower with Charlotte.

I didn't know for how long we kissed under the shower. Eventually, Charlotte turned off the water and squirted some body shampoo onto the cup of her palm.

"Time to wash you up big guy." She grinned and began applying the shampoo on my chest. I watched her scrubbed me thoroughly and made sure every part of my skin was covered with the lavender scented shampoo. She did my arms, legs, back, chest and my ass. Then, a playful smile curved on her lips as she squirted another palm full of shampoo. She spread the scented substance over both hands and with one hand, she cupped my balls and the other she stroked my shaft. My knees almost gave way as the wave of pleasure came crashing onto me.

"There. All clean now." She said after rubbing my cock twice longer than the length of time she took for the rest of my body. "Now, my turn." She said.

I squirted a generous dose of shampoo onto my palm and applied it on her body. Her skin felt buttery and smooth to touch. I spent an awful amount of time on her breasts, squeezing and kneading the soft feminine lumps against my palm. I wanted to do the same to her pussy the same way she did to my cock. She stopped me instantly, telling me that it would hurt like hell if shampoo, or any other wash product, ever get inside her. Something that I didn't know until that moment.

tucked the loose strands of hair behind her ear. Perhaps if I kiss her, she will wake up, I thought. I moved closer to her and gave her lips the best kiss that I could manage. Then, she cracked a smile and opened her eyes.

"Morning." She said.

"Morning. You have to go to work." I reminded.

"Work." She gave a long and lazy sigh. "I don't want to." She protested.

She looked infinitely adorable and for some reason, I wished I was a millionaire so that she didn't have to work anymore. But a wish was an impossibility. I simply stroke her soft hair, perhaps in an attempt to coax her into waking up and go to work.

"I wish I can just stay here with you." She murmured.

In that moment, a profound realization kicked in. A realization that made me feel so ashamed of myself that my mouth tasted bitter. Could she really just stay here with me? Could I even afford it? She must have lots of bills to pay and I was by no means capable of providing for her. At least not yet. I suddenly found myself worried of her being reliant on me. The thought made me feel even worse than being punched in the face.

"I had a great time yesterday." She let out a yawn and broke my train of taught.

"Me too." I muttered.

"Can you come again tonight?" she asked.

"I am going to Melissa's." I reminded after some hesitation.

"Hmm... crap. I forgot about that." She grumbled. "Okay then, what about Wednesday?"

"Wednesday is okay." The words tasted bitter as it came out of my mouth. I didn't know why it felt wrong saying that, it just did. But I agreed nonetheless.

"Wednesday." Charlotte grumbled. "I guess there's nothing we can do about it." She rose from the bed and went straight to the bathroom.

We had breakfast, which was the leftover pasta Charlotte made yesterday. After a brief talk on some trivial stuff, we both left the house and parted ways. She drove to work and I drove back home. I thought I would leave the house a very happy man, but instead, I felt empty. I felt oddly vacant and insignificant. I kept replaying the moments I had with Charlotte and wondered where it had gone wrong.

My thoughts were swept out of my mind when I came across my mom's car. The car was parked at a driveway of one of the many houses along the street I was driving down. It didn't take much to realize that the house was Paulina's. I slowed my car down a little and tried to look through the windows, hoping that I would see something that would shed more light onto the relationship between Paulina and my mom. Unfortunately, the curtains were closed off. With a little more disappointment than I had when I left Charlotte's house, I drove back home.

I would be meeting with Melissa today but since she didn't tell me what time I should be dropping by, I decided to call her and ask. After the third tone, she picked up.

"Hey Brandon." She said breathily.

"Hi. What time will be the best for me to come?"

"Oh, you can come right now, if you want."

"I have some times to do, will it be okay if I come by lunch time?" I asked. I needed to finish the job for my friend's father today. The deadline was the next day but I didn't feel like dragging it longer.

"Oh. Well, if you are busy then I guess there's no helping it." She sounded disappointed.

"See you later then." I muttered, feeling a little bad for making her wait.

After a quick shower, I resumed my work on the side job I took. I organized the layers of design and double-checked the design for flaws. When I was satisfied with the board's functionality, I saved the files and sent it to my friend's father. Since his father had his own PCB fabrication equipment in his garage, my friend told me that I only needed to send his father the design and not the fabricated board. That obviously made my job much easier. A phone call later, his father happily wired two hundred dollars into my account.

I left my house at around two in the afternoon. Along the way, I made a short visit at a store to grab a box of exquisite chocolate for Melissa. It was, to my embarrassment, much cheaper than the wine I bought for Charlotte. I wouldn't be able to afford a tortilla back in college if I spent too much then.

It wasn't hard to spot Melissa's house considering the fact that she's a professional gardener. It's not often to see a fully equipped, professionally installed, hot house on the front yard.

"Hi, Brandon." Melissa greeted breathlessly at the front door. I saw beads of sweat clinging on her forehead.

"Hi," I said and handed her the box of chocolate. "Here."

"Why thank you. Come in." she took the box and stepped back to let me in.

The first thing I noticed when I entered Melissa's house was how much the whole place smelled like a florist. I wasn't surprised when I saw the whole living room was filled to the brink with basket of neatly bundled flowers. There were tulips, lavender, roses and other exotically looking flowers that I had never seen.

"Sorry about the mess. The client just changed her wedding schedule. The groom's grandfather hasn't got much longer to live and the family wants to get the wedding done as soon as possible to honor his dying wish or something." she said while trying to clear a path for me to walk in. I quickly went and helped her out. I lifted a few baskets and gently stacked them up by the wall.

"When is the wedding?"

"It was supposed to be this Sunday. They've changed it to tomorrow. I need to cut all the flowers and pack them neatly and sent them to my friend's office later this evening. She's the wedding planner, by the way." Melissa explained while hectically took a bunch of flowers and placed it on the coffee table.

"You need any help?" I asked as I watched the petite blonde scampered away with flowers.

"If you don't mind getting your hands dirty, that is." She said.

A minute later and I was inside the hothouse looking at racks upon racks filled with colorful flowers. Melissa rushed to the tool box and took out a pair of cutters.

"I want you to cut the stem of these roses..." she gestured at the entire rack filled with white colored roses. "... about right here." She pointed a third way down from the bud at the stem.

Melissa went off to the other side and began snipping off the roses. Not wanting to disappoint, I went straight to work. I never gardened before but cutting flowers shouldn't be difficult.

"Cut it at an angle." Melissa called out. "Like this." She showed me the end of one of the roses she cut. The end of the stem was cut at an angle, making the stem looked like the sharp end of a simple spear. "That will expose more of the inside of the stem, making it easier for the roses to take in water."

"Not by blood." Melissa clarified. "She's Julia's niece. I'm Julia's BFF. And so she gets another aunt for free."

After cutting up all the ribbons to the required length, I helped out with the wrapping. The first I wrapped was a complete disaster. The roses I bundled up looked like I was intentionally trying to ruin the wedding or something. They were so terribly wrapped that even donating them to charity would be an insult to the recipient.

"Not like that." Melissa laughed. "Phoebe, help him out."

The girl frowned as if she was reluctant to help. I didn't want to pressure her into helping and told Melissa that I would be fine just by watching how Phoebe wrap the flowers. Melissa slapped down my suggestion, saying that it wouldn't help if she doesn't teach me personally.

With great amount of hesitation, Phoebe took two stalks of roses from Melissa and placed it on few sheets of chiffon. She placed the whole thing on my hand and guided my other hand to fold the chiffons step by step. I watched intently and absorbed as much details as I possibly could. Several demonstration later, I was able to pull off a decently wrapped bouquet.

After about three dozen or so bouquets had been wrapped and prepared, Melissa brought in a large plastic object that looked like a really large chalice. It was later, after we spent almost an entire hour slotting flowers to fill it up, that I knew what it was for. It's a large flower stand.

"You can do the other one with Brandon. I will see what else I can help Julia with." Melissa informed and then walked out of the room.

The room became ominously more awkward than it was.

"So, it's just us." I tried to break the silence.

"Yeah."

I guessed that was an improvement. I looked at Phoebe whom was now seemed more engrossed with getting the ribbon curled than to be having a conversation with me. Despite that, I felt like I needed to talk with her. She had been peeking at me too many times for me to not feel like there's more to us than sitting together in silence. It must have been like ten times or so she had glanced at my general direction.

"Is there something on my face?" I asked curiously. I mean, I hadn't shaved today and I might have looked a little mangy. Or maybe she wanted to talk but was incredibly shy. I did know a few girls back in high school that were so shy to start a conversation that they stressed themselves out trying to talk.

"No." she muttered. Okay, she's definitely a shy girl.

"How long have you been working here?" I attempted again.

"A few weeks. Just for this summer."

It didn't take much for me to make the connection. "Summer holiday?"

"Yeah. I'm a sophomore." She said demurely.

"Oh. That explains it."

"Explain what?" she finally looked at me.

"I mean, you look kind of young."

"I see."

"What are you majoring in?"

"Psychology and philosophy."

"There's psychology and philosophy course in high school?" I asked. The young girl nodded. "Oh. That's cool."

The situation returned to its frigidly awkward state. Phoebe went back to curling ribbons and I felt the urge to do something. I pretended to be busy by gathering the flowers. It was the kind of moment where the conversation died prematurely and you need to quickly find something to do to justify its sudden termination.

The awkwardness didn't last. Melissa came back with a whole bunch of other things for us do. We decorated cards, printed out the corrected menu, and rechecking the list of names of people that were invited to the party. To my surprise, there were more than eight hundred people attending. That certainly explained the insane amount of flowers we had to pack.

When I asked, Melissa told me that this was a once in a life time opportunity for Julia's company. The bride was the daughter of a billionaire while the groom was a rising star in a recent movie blockbuster. Due to my ignorance towards recent screenings, I didn't know who he was. Nevertheless, the wedding of the 'perfect' couple was something not to be missed and would be televised. Hence Julia's frustration to get things done quickly and perfectly.

"I think you need coffee." I suggested and Melissa couldn't have agreed more.

Unfortunately, the coffee machine was down. It had been down for a week and so was the mood of the entire office. Apparently the water wasn't heated and the coffee that came out was nothing short of an abomination. I gave a quick check on the machine, took out the back panel, saw a burnt fuse, made a temporary fix by jumping the connections with a thin piece of wire and the coffee came out was once again drinkable.

The look on Melissa's face was priceless when I brought her a steaming cup of coffee. Julia came in later, her hair disheveled and in dire need of a perm, to thank me for fixing the coffee machine. I told her that it was only a temporary fix and that I needed to find a new fuse for the machine. It's really a fire hazard without a fuse.

During dinner time, Julia ordered pizza for everyone. Since everyone was busy with their work, I decided to be the waiter of the day and served everyone. I brought the pizza to every desk and when they finished cleared out the empty paper plate. I even went around to make sure their paper cups were filled with the drink of their choosing. Melissa told me, perhaps out of guilt, to stop but I told her that I was fine with it. I liked being busy.

Hugo was a little more intimidating to serve than the other employees. While he was polite with his words, he did blatantly flirt with me every chance he had. Every time he took the cup from me after I did the refilling, his fingers would graze mine. Unfortunately for him, I was not gay and had no interest in him.

It was almost nine when a loud shriek pierced through the relative silence of the office. Everyone craned their head over the cubicle wall to see what's going on. It was Phoebe. She was cursing and banging at her laptop as if her laptop was choking and she's trying to dislodge something. Julia rushed to her side and asked her what's wrong only to be told that she had accidentally tipped a cup of orange juice onto her laptop. The two tried again and again to restart the laptop only to find it not responding. That laptop is screwed, I thought. I imagined the tiny ICs and capacitors being sizzled by the high current coursing across the whole board.

"The wedding schedule, crew positioning, family placements, speeches, seating arrangements..." Julia gasped. "Tell me you've printed them."

Phoebe, who now looked like she had just drunk a bottle of bleach, squeaked and shook her head. Julia raked her fingers through her already messed up hair and groaned.

"How could you be so..." Julia hissed in frustration and stopped short of saying something really mean. Phoebe was already in tears.

"Calm down Julia. Haven't you got back up?" Melissa asked.

"No. We don't." Julia groaned. She looked a little less pissed off at Phoebe and more to herself now.

"Told you we should have gotten a backup server." Hugo sighed dejectedly while rubbing his already stubby chin.

"Do we have enough time to redo everything?" Melissa asked.

"No." Julia shook her head dejectedly. "We can barely get everything done, and now this." The office environment suddenly seemed tensed and I knew exactly what everyone was thinking. Is it over, then?

"It's just the files you need right?" I asked and every pair of eyes turned to me.

"Yeah. Phoebe was going to print them." Julia said while looking at me hopefully.

"Well, why not just unplug the hard drive from that laptop and use it as an external drive on another computer?" I suggested and was given a confused look by everyone in the room. Seriously, I thought to myself, can they really be this clueless about electronics? "Hard disks are built to last and most are water resistant." I explained in hopes to make them understand. Their clueless looks only made me realize that demonstration would be best to explain what I meant.

A few minutes later and I had the hard drive pulled out from the drive bay of the laptop and connected it back into one of the unused SATA port in a desktop computer. The driver icon popped up on the screen and when I opened the drive, Julia let out a sigh of relief at the familiar sets of folders. The room burst out into a cheer as if I had just did the impossible, which seemed really unnecessary.

Melissa gave me a pat on my ass and winked at me. Julia pulled me into a grateful hug, which seemed really out of place because I didn't really do anything at all. I ended up helping them to set up an online cloud storage for them to upload their important files online temporary and suggested them to hire someone professional to install a more robust server backup.

With nothing else to do, I went to the pantry to get myself a cup of coffee. While waiting for the water to boil, Phoebe came in. Her face was red as usual. She looked me in the eyes and stuttered out a thank you before running back out of the pantry. It wasn't the best thank you I'd received in my life but I guessed she must have lost a kidney saying that.

We finished a few minutes after midnight. Everyone left together. I noticed Julia patted Phoebe on her shoulder and Phoebe placed her arm around Julia's waist. The strain in their relationship they encountered a few hours ago was nothing but a faded memory.

"You really are handy." Melissa said in the car.

"It's nothing." I shrugged. Not to look down on them or anything, but swapping out hard drive is hardy the epitome of human success.

"Julia invited us both to hang out at the wedding tomorrow to thank us. We don't need to do anything, really. We just go there and eat, I suppose. Maybe listen to a few speeches. Are you up to it?"

"What time?" I asked nervously, suddenly remembering that Charlotte invited me to her house.

Melissa seemed to see through me when a smile curved her lips. "Charlotte?"

"Yeah." I nodded.

"Don't worry. The wedding's from morning till late afternoon. She'll still be working."

"I guess you are right." I said. "Okay. I'll go. But don't I need a suit?"

Melissa cracked a mischievous smile and told me she got just the right suit for me. When we were back at Melissa's, she told me to take off my clothes. A few minutes later, she came back to them at living room holding what looked like a really well made tuxedo. She told me to put it on and I did. It was a perfect fit, except for the pants, which was almost a foot too short. Fortunately, I did have a black slack pants that matched the color of the tux.

"My God, Brandon. You look delicious." Melissa purred, tip-toed up, and gave me a hard kiss on my lips. My cock stirred and hardened a little.

"Whose tux is this?" I asked.

"My husband." She said. "He had good taste in what to wear."

I supposed he really did. Why else would he spend a gut-wrenching amount of five thousand dollars for a set of clothing? I wouldn't even spend that much on my favorite soldering table.

Sudden, a cold realization set in and I stared at Melissa for a long time. I froze as thought ran wild in my head. No divorced woman with any self respect would refer the man she left anything other than asshole, jackass, and some other choiced words. Much less husband. My mom, for instance called my dad an asshole.

Melissa saw my confusion. She felt like saying something but then she clammed up.

"Let's get that out of you." She said with a wry smile.

After I got out of the suit, I went upstairs to the bathroom to take a shower. Moments later, Melissa came in. She was naked and didn't hesitate to join me in the shower.

We kissed and rubbed against one another until the hot water ran out. Unlike Charlotte's digitized heating system, Melissa still used the twin knobs kind. I had accidentally knocked the blue knob a few times and we jolted as the frigid water hit us. I would mutter an apology and Melissa would drag me back in for another hot kiss.

It's almost like she's taking out her frustration on me in the form of bodily contact. Like she couldn't get enough of me to a point that it felt odd. Something wasn't right.

Once we dried off, we headed to the bed. Melissa was much assertive than Charlotte, I supposed. She pushed me onto the bed and gave me a blowjob right there and then. I watched her stroked and sucked my cock as if it was her favorite toy. I came quickly and just like before, she swallowed the load. I decided I would return the favor and ate her pussy. She moaned and gasped and yelped. When her pussy was wet and gaping, I pushed my hard cock into her. She gasped at my intrusion and mewled when I began moving.

After a while, Melissa told me to roll onto my back. I didn't know what she was up to but that mischievous smile told me that it would be something I like. She took a piece of ribbon and tied my wrists against the headboard. I tested the restraints. It wasn't tight and I could easily break them if I chose to.

"Keep your hands up and no cheating. You cannot break the ribbon. Promise?" she leaned so close to me that I simply had to give her a kiss.

"Yes."

"Okay. Good boy."

She straddled my waists and grabbed my cock. Pointing my cock upwards, she lowered herself. I moaned at the delightful sensation as my cock disappeared into her pussy.

"Oh, god." I shivered.

"I've always wanted to ride you." Melissa moaned.

She raised her hips. Her pussy gripped around me hungrily as if it didn't want to let me go. Then, she lowered her hips, taking my cock into her wet pussy one more. I hissed. My body shook so hard it was hard to keep my hands up.

Melissa picked up the pace. Her movement was hard and fast. My cock slid in and out of her slick hole like a well-oiled piston. In front of me was her perky set of breasts, flushed with arousal, jostling up and down, begging to be touched and kneaded. If only my hands weren't tied.

"I'm cumming." I groaned. The familiar pressure had once more reached a feverish point. Melissa, upon hearing that, only hastened her movement. Up and down, up and down, her hips moved efficiently. Her pussy engulfed me again and again. Delicious pleasure rippled across my body. There was no stopping it anymore. I shuddered as jets of hot cum erupted out of my throbbing cock and into her.

"Yes. Brandon. Cum inside me." She hissed. A low moan rumbled through her throat as if she's savoring a very delicious of meal. Her face glowed with carnal lust under the orange lamp. A sheath of sweat clung on her forehead as she basked in her own orgasm. Then, as if her soul had left her body, she slumped on top of me. Her forehead pressed against my lips.

I tugged hard against the ribbon and broke free. Then, with care, I lifted Melissa off me and laid her on the other side of the bed. There's a rivulet of tear rolled down her cheek. I wondered if that was because she thought back about her past. I tugged the edge of the comforter and pulled it over our naked body. Then, I dozed off into a deep sleep.