E. Make - Maidenhood Lost

With Neal? No! she moaned, shocked by the forbidden desires that consumed her. Not with my own son!

But the thoughts refused to leave her. She wanted him, wanted his young cock buried deeply in the hot channel of her pussy. Wanted to feel his weight pressing her down into the bed, pinning her beneath him and his plunging prick, No, she denied herself the wicked excitement of imagining her son mounted atop her willing body. Jeff, I want Jeff!

In and out her probing finger drove with increasing vigor. Another fingertip inched upward toward the swollen nubbin of her clit, rolling and rubbing the extended bud of pleasure, as she imagined herself once again beneath Jeff's virile body. She could feel him inside her once again. She could taste the wonderful satisfaction of his cock slithering in and out of her cunt.

Her mind could picture the young man she had met in Chicago. His face smiled down at her, a face that… reminded her of Neal. The revelation shocked and excited her at the same time. The digit within her pussy jerked in and out with renewed need. Jeff had reminded her of Neal.

She came, muffling her groans and moans by throwing her face into a pillow. And when at last her finger slid from her body, she realized the truth of what had occurred on the convention trip.

She had taken Jeff to her bed because he had reminded her of Neal!

Marta didn't regret having agreed to Neal and Kari's outdoor dinner. It had been good and she hadn't had to do anything except sit there and enjoy the cool evening and some very tasty wine coolers Mitch Mason whipped up.

She did admit a few tinges of jealousy as she watched Neal and Kari. Their hands were constantly sneaking touches here and there and their bodies brushing together with decided intimacy. She tried to ignore them, but with her recent admission to herself it was impossible. She watched her son through newly tinted eyes of desire.

When Neal suggested that he treat Kari and her sister Janice to a movie, she was almost relieved to see them leave. Although there was a nagging suspicion at the back of her mind that the sudden interest in the movies was planned to leave her and Mitch alone together.

Not that she minded. Mitch Mason interested her very much, an interest that had grown during the summer, although she had made no attempts to cultivate a relationship. The interest was mutual, though again Mitch had not pushed himself into her life. But she could see the interest in his eyes when he looked at her. It wasn't the normal eye-balling men give a woman like they were sizing up a piece of meat they intended to purchase. His gaze definitely held sexual overtones, but there was something else which she couldn't pinpoint, but liked just the same.

And unlike most men with the hunger of sex in their eyes, Mitch had never been aggressive. It was almost as if his eyes were saying he found her attractive and he wanted her, but he could wait until she was ready for him. On more than one occasion she had felt the yearning to give into those dark eyes, but the fear of destroying her reputation in the town had kept her from anything rash.

"Like another drink?" Mitch asked, rising from the lawn chair next to her and walking to a pitcher sitting on the picnic table. "Mmmm hmmm," she nodded. "Whatever you brewed up there I've definitely acquired a taste for it."

"The secret is in the wine you choose," he chuckled. "Always use cheap wine. No need wasting good wine when you're going to mix it with soda. Cheap wine is usually sweeter and when you squeeze in a couple of fresh lemons, it makes an unbeatable cooler.'

"The only thing is, the drinks have given me a bad case of the munchies," she smiled.

"Despite the nice meal the kids fixed up," he answered, "I must admit I've got the urge to nibble on something.

"How does a nice big wedge of cheddar cheese sound?" she asked.

"Great," he nodded.

"Good," she answered, rising and walking toward the back door of the house. "I'll see if I can dig up some crackers too."

When she returned to the back yard a few minutes later, Mitch had liberated the table cloth from the table and spread it on the grass. With two drinks in hand, he nodded for her to join him.

"Hope you don't mind, but for the past ten years I've lived in apartments and I just can't get enough of just sitting around on a nice, thick lawn," he smiled.

"Not at all," Marta answered, tucking her legs under her as she seated herself across from him. "Sometimes at night, I come out here and watch the stars for hours."

"The stars are another thing I missed while working in the city," he replied, taking a piece of cheese she offered. "When I was a boy, I lived in a town about this size. My father was an amateur astronomer. He had this telescope he had built himself. Some nights we'd go out and use that old telescope for hours. I used to know the name and position of most of the constellations and major stars."

Marta didn't comment but leaned back, her eyes rising to the sky.

"I think I'll get one of these redwood fences for our yard," Mitch mused. "You could sun bathe in the nude and no one would ever be the wiser."

"Unless they lived in your house," Marta smiled. "Two stories, remember?"

"I promise only to take occasional peeks," he smiled in return.

She laughed, her dark brown eyes sparkling in the soft glow of the porch light that filtered into the darkness of the evening.

"Seriously," he grinned, "you've got a nice place here. Most definitely a home and not a house."

"Are you trying to say my house has that lived-in look?" she answered.

It was his turn to laugh; "A home that has the feel of a woman that cares."

"Thank you," she nodded. "I've tried to do the best I could. It hasn't always been easy, but Neal and I've managed fairly well."

"Neal's a nice boy," Mitch answered. "I've met some of the boys Kari dated when we first moved here. I was pleased when she and Neal started going out together."

"I'll tell Neal he meets with your approval," Marta answered.

"Oh, no you don't," he shook his head. "We fathers, especially those of us who are stepfathers, have to keep up the big, bad, old man image. Can't let any of these young whippersnappers think we actually approve of them dating our daughters."

If you only knew, she thought, but said. "All right, I'll keep your secret."

"Good," he smiled. "But at the moment I find Neal's mother a much more interesting subject."

"There is not much to say about Neal's mother," Marta smiled. "I don't think you'd find her a very interesting person. She works, eats and sleeps."

"Alone?" he suddenly questioned, his eyes homing in on hers.

"I don't see that's any busi… "

Her words were muffled as he leaned forward and lightly kissed her lips. She was surprised, but she didn't jerk away from him.

"I'd like to make it my business," he answered, his eyes meeting hers for another instant. Then his head moved forward again.

There was no surprise in his kiss this time, but still she didn't pull away. His tongue flicked against her Ups, parting them, then moving into her mouth. His arms closed around her drawing her closely against his chest. She wanted to wiggle free, but she didn't. There was no resistance in her. She couldn't fool herself by saying she wasn't interested in this man. Because she was. He was attractive, even a little more than a tad bit sexy. He felt good, his chest mashing against her breasts, his arms wrapped around her.

Just this once, she told herself knowing that was lying and this once would open the way for other nights, If word ever got out to the town gossips, it would ruin her. But for some reason it just didn't matter at the moment.

Almost of its own accord, her tongue flicked over the oral probe he explored her mouth with. His kiss was gentle, but firm. It asked and demanded at the same time. She answered both by snuggling closer to him. Her breasts seemed to strain against the bra that held them, trying to escape.