Keeping with schedule, Kendra and Mark made love as
soon as he returned home from work. The newly engaged
couple eagerly leapt into each others arms, despite a
brewing dinner that needed tending. Mark couldn't help it,
he had been plagued with a severe erection the entire drive
home. He had to be with is love. Ever since she agreed to
be his wife a month prior, he couldn't go more than a few
hours without making love to her.
The morning was guaranteed. Mark's morning hard-on
quickly sought relief in the gorgeous, olive-skinned woman
sleeping next to him. Add to that the arrival from work,
and another fucking before bedtime, and the couple made
love an average of three times a day. Weekends were
sometimes higher. With this being a Friday, Mark was
looking forward to curling up with Kendra for hours on end
and loving her to his last ounce of passion.
Depending on how tired they were, Mark and Kendra
often slept naked in each others arms. But this night, they
were awake a good half-hour or so after finishing their
love-making, so both had put something back on. For Mark,
it was a pair of boxers. Kendra put on an enhancing pair of
panties and a nightshirt hat barely covered her waist. They
drifted off to sleep...
Mark was used to their bodies working apart form one
another during the course of the night. So when he
subconsciously realized her warm, sexy body wasn't making
direct contact, his mind found nothing unusual. But when
his middle-of-the-night hard-on asked him to relieve some
of the pressure by slightly humping her ass, he realized
Kendra was gone.
He looked out into the room, unable to see anything at
first. The outside lights allowed him to begin to focus on
the slight images before him. He made out the desk, the
desk chair, and the wicker chair next to the bed. And
Kendra.
She was standing next to the chair, and he realized
she was moving her arm up and down. Mark sat up, and
clicked on the light next to the bed. She was rubbing the
phone between her legs!
"Honey?"
Kendra didn't answer. She continued rubbing the phone
vigorously against her silk panties and the cunt they
covered. Her eyes were glazed, and apparently unfocused.
"Honey?" mark said again as he reached for her.
Kendra started moving. She walked to the bedroom door,
which was left open, and moved past it. She was
sleepwalking! Mark laughed to himself as he realized she
must be rather horny to be making it with the phone! As far
as he knew, Kendra never masturbated. She refused to even
discuss the subject.
He got out of bed and wen after her. He was careful,
not wishing to wake her. He had heard you weren't supposed
to for some reason, and didn't want to give her a heart-
attack. He managed to take slight hold of her arm, and
guide her back to the bed. She hesitated, then climbed
under the sheets. Mark clicked off the lights, and kissed
Kendra on the lips. She stirred underneath him.
"Mmm. Hi, honey. Do you want to make love?"
"Do I ever!"
Mark slid his hand under her nightshirt and began
rubbing her breasts.
"Ooh, Mark, I'm all tingly. How'd I get so horny?'
"Must be sleeping in the same bed with me." He kissed
her again, sliding her panties down underneath the covers
as he did. Kendra kicked them free, and embraced her
fiancee as he mounted her. The weekend was off to a good
start.
Mark had been pretty sleepy when he first noticed
Kendra was missing, and barely remembered the incident the
next morning. The couple lounged around the house, ate
lunch with friends, and had sex a couple of times. The
incident was gone, forgotten.
But when night rolled around once again, and Mark
happened to wake up and find Kendra gone, the memory
returned. "Again?" he muttered to himself. Actually, it was
kind of fun! He sat up in the bed, and strained to make out
the details in the darkness. Mark pretty much figured she
was in the bathroom. She couldn't be sleepwalking again.
But the place was dead quiet, and no light trickled from
underneath the bathroom door.
Mark got out of bed, curious but not really concerned.
He adjusted the stiff cock in his boxers, hoping Kendra
would be up for a middle-of-the-night fucking. He walked
down the dark hallway, still seeing no signs of her. Now he
was starting to get concerned. Where was she?
He entered the living room, struggling to make his way
in the dark. He wouldn't let his mind develop the thought
that she might have left him. She was here... somewhere.
He still couldn't see very well, but his ears finally
gave him an answer. He heard a slight rubbing sound. It was
rhythmic and continuous, and coming from the window. Mark
found the hallway light switch, and clicked it on. The
reflected light from the hallway spilled into the room,
illuminating Kendra's pert little ass humping the lamppost.
Her nightshirt lifted up and down with her rubbing motions,
exposing her cheeks and the thin line of panty that
separated them.
Mark started smiling, but wasn't sue what to say. He
walked up to his beloved, and noticed her eyes were
transfixed in front of her. It dawned on him... she was
asleep!
Mark stepped back and watched. He heard you shouldn't
wake sleepwalkers, and who would want to when she was doing
this?? Kendra's legs were locked around the lamppost, her
hips sliding her crotch up and down the length. Her hands
held the shaft lightly. The lampshade pressed and bent
against the forms of her breasts.
Mark slipped his hand in his pants as he watched his
fiancee' stimulate herself. Her panties had become
transparent from her sopping pussy, but her face showed no
sign of arousal or consciousness.
Mark's boxers dropped to the floor as he furiously
jerked his cock. The wonder at her actions disappeared at
his growing lust. The only objects he had ever seen against
his wife's pussy were his penis and her panties. He became
mesmerized by the gold post hugged so tightly against her
by her legs. The gliding of her cunt up and down the length
suggested more of a ticklish feeling than a pounding,
filling thrust inside her. Her hips bounced so lightly with
her strokes down the pole, a movement he had never seen her
perform before. He wanted that bounce on his cock. He
wanted that oblivious attention to his own shaft.
He carefully moved closer. He didn't want to wake her,
especially now. He wasn't concerned about scaring her, he
was concerned about losing his chance for this kind of sex
with his bride-to-be.
He maneuvered his arm near the lamp post and allowed
Kendra's fingers to close around it. Once her hands were
free, he slowly pulled the post from her humping hips and
locked legs. Her cunt seemed to push out, searching for the
lost stimulation. Mark drew her against his body, bringing
her crotch against his own hard shaft.
Kendra resumed her humping motions, but now with her
arms around mark. She rubbed herself up and down on his
throbbing cock as eagerly and as unknowingly as she had
with the lamp post.
Mark began breathing loudly. He wanted to moan, but
feared the sound would wake her. He wanted to push the tip
of his penis into her, but felt that was a sure way to snap
her out of the trance. So he stood there, naked from the
wait down, and let his wife move herself up and down his
cock. The silken panties offered a smooth, sensual touch.
He wondered if it was enough from him to launch his sperm
between them.
The motion became maddening, and he knew her had to
enter her. T hell with waking her up! He had to fuck his
fiancee! He gripped his penis in his hand, and worked it
past the thin, humping bit of fabric that guarded her moist
vagina.
"Uhh.." her first sounds. It was a soft moan. A quiet
response to the pleasure her body was knowing. Kendra's
humping continued, but adjusted to bring Mark's penis into
her. Mark didn't have to move. Kendra repeatedly thrust
herself onto him as the two embraced in standing ecstasy
Mark felt a different and intense orgasm spring from
his body. He came into his beloved Kendra as their two
bodies melded in a late-night fuck. She still wasn't
conscious! Mark picked her up, and carried her back to the
bedroom.
"I was doing what???"
"You were masturbating with the lamp post." Kendra's
face turned beet red as she sat across from Mark the next
morning. The word `masturbation' was enough to make her
very uncomfortable. To suggest she actually did it was
absolutely mortifying. Kendra was simple in her sexual
attitudes. She always called it "love-making" never
"fucking" or any of the other many phrases used to mean
sexual intercourse.
"Do you remember?"
"You're making it up!"
"I'm, not, you were rubbing yourself on the lamp
post."
Kendra had been sitting across from her husband
dressed only in the bra and panties she had been wearing
all night. She had removed the nightshirt and replaced it
with a robe, which she now closed in retribution. "How dare
you say that!" She turned away in shame.
"It's no big deal, honey. You're body wanted it.
granted, I wish you woke me up, but you weren't in a normal
mind. It's just as well, I enjoyed watching you."
"I think you dreamt the whole thing!"
"I can't believe you have no memory! You don't
remember fucking me?"
"Mark!" Kendra whined. "Must you use language like
that? Must you reduce our acts of love to something so
vulgar?"
"So you do remember!"
Kendra was about to respond, when they heard a knock
at the door. Mark got about, smiling at the horrified
Kendra, and went to answer it.
"Alan! Hey, come in. We're just sitting down to
breakfast. Want some cereal?" Mark motioned for his long-
time friend to enter. The two had met in school, and had
remained good friends ever since.
"Morning, Kendra."
"Good morning, Alan." Kendra pulled her robe a little
tighter. A few moments earlier, and her breasts would have
been mostly bared. She tied the robe shut, glaring at Mark
as she did, and poured some cereal into her bowl.
Mark grabbed a bowl for Alan from the cupboard.
"Kendra is a little mad at me this morning. I caught her
sleepwalking last night, and she thinks I'm making it up."
"Mark!" Kendra whined.
Mark mouthed "Don't worry" as Alan reached for the
cereal box. He wasn't going to say what she was doing
during her sleepwalk, so Kendra relaxed a bit.
"Sleepwalking, eh? Did you wake her up?"
"Nah, they say your not supposed to. I found her in
the family room. She doesn't remember a bit of it."
"Must be some kind of stress or something. I don't
know, what causes sleepwalking?"
"Who knows?"
Alan looked towards Kendra. "Have you ever sleepwalked
before?"
"Not that I know of."
"Must be the wedding. You've put the girl under too
much stress, my man!" They all laughed with the comment.
Kendra loosened up as the morning progressed. Alan
left after an hour, and Kendra became apologetic.
"I'm sorry for snapping at you this morning." She
kissed Mark's cheek as she spoke.
"So, you admit to masturbating with the lamp post?"
"Of course not. I don't remember even dreaming. It was
simply a fantasy in your mind."
"I swear it wasn't!"
Kendra pressed her finger to his lips. "Shhhh. I like
that you fantasize about me. Now... what was I doing in
this dream of yours?" She dropped her robe to the floor.
Mark eyed the gorgeous, sexy body in front of him.
God, he loved the blend of her skin with those dainty white
panties. Her breasts heaved with anticipation. Mark knew
last night was real, but had no problem in making it real
again.
When bedtime came again Mark didn't give a thought to
Kendra's previous night adventure. He crawled into bed,
made love to her, then quickly fell into a pleasant sleep.
Two nights, two sleepwalks. Mark wondered if a trend
was forming. Then he wondered if she had done this before,
and he had missed it! That would suck! He had to know if
she did this often, or at least if she would do it again.
Kendra was a very deep sleeper, perhaps that's what allowed
her to sleepwalk in the first place. As she prepared for
bed that night, Mark set his watch alarm. It was a fairly
quiet sound, and probably wouldn't wake her. But he
wouldn't have any problem responding to it.
They went to sleep. As planned, the alarm woke up Mark
a few hours later. He felt for his sleeping wife-to-be. His
hand mushed into the softness of a breast. He gently
stroked her prized anatomy, then rest the alarm. A little
later, he awoke again. Kendra was still sleeping
beautifully next to him. One more time, he thought, then
drifted back to sleep.
The alarm went off for the third time. The soft
beeping awoke him, and he quickly moved his hands to locate
the body next to him.
It wasn't there.
Mark sprang out of bed, wondering what sort of action
his wife was performing now. he was half-excited, and half-
concerned. What was making her get up in the middle of the
night and find something to stimulate her cunt? Was he man
enough for her? Was she faking her ecstasy?
He hurriedly checked the bathrooms. No Kendra. He
stormed down the hallway and into the living room. He
flicked the light switch. No Kendra. Now he was starting to
feel more fear than excitement.
Where was she?
He was about to start searching the closets when he
felt a slightly chilly draft spill across his legs. The
doorwall was open! The night sounds poured into the room.
He moved quickly to the open glass, noting the sound of
sprinklers as he did.
Kendra was outside. She was standing off in the
distance, on the public area of grass between the
buildings. Water sprayed into a fine mist around her face
and shoulders. But it was a steady, bursting stream that
shot out of the sprinkler and against her soaked panties.
There she was, standing bare-breasted over a sprinkler that
turned its spray onto her, past her, and then back across
her in a quick motion.
The force of the sprinkler looked powerful, and Kendra
was slightly hunched as she received the impact of the
spray against her cunt. The water splashed up her body, and
large droplets fell from her hardened nipples to the
ground. She wasn't as motionless as she had been before.
She now played slowly with her breasts, spreading the
flowing water across her chest and stimulating her nipples
as the hard throb of the water splashed against her pussy.
The sound of the interrupted spray seemed to perfectly
capture the concept of dousing silk panties. A rippling
sound... a sweet, silky rippling sound that was more
enticing than the sound of the water against her skin.
Mark quickly realized his wife was in plain view for
all to see. She was dressed only in panties, and those were
so completely soaked and battered they looked like the
water would rip them off at any second. He heard a soft
moan make it through the crash of the water. If anyone was
awake and looking out their window, they would see Mark's
fiancee's naked body enjoying a heightened sexual arousal.
But, oh God was it hot! Mark once again felt a
swelling in his pants. It was as if an entirely different
side of his wife-to-be lived in her unconscious mind. A
sexy, thrilling, fuck-me-hard type of personality that he
wanted to surface. She was so gorgeous, so sexy... if she
only fully utilized that power in their normal love-making!
Mark didn't see any lights or staring eyes. As far as
he could tell, everyone in the complex was nestled in their
beds and fast asleep. Too bad for them. They were missing
an image of beauty that Mark couldn't imagine being
surpassed. Those glinting, dripping dopiest on her legs.
The second skin of transparent white clinging to her
buttocks. Her poised, yearning body desperate to be
satisfied and filled with manhood. Mark dropped his shorts
and pulled off his shirt. He let his penis flop naturally
as he walked over to Kendra. He stood behind her, and
slowly let his body press against her backside. His
nakedness meeting hers... his lust intertwining with her
lust....
He moved his hands onto the wet silk. Her skin was so
smooth and soft. The dampened panties felt heavier as he
slid them down Kendra's legs. Her fresh, dripping pussy
continued to receive the splash of the sprinkler as it
moved across her body. Some of the spray made it to Mark's
face and dripped into his mouth. He drank the blessed water
and began licking the moisture from her bare legs.
He wanted to fuck her in the stream, but knew the
intense shot of the water wouldn't do his groin any favors.
He pulled Kendra down to the ground, and turned her towards
him. The sprinkler now shot into her back with a low thud.
He still received the misty spray that splashed over her
shoulders. Steady streams of water ran down her chest. Mark
moved his mouth to her right nipple, sucking the soft pink
and tasting the sweetened water.
Her body chilled him slightly as it dripped onto him.
He moved her to his lap, eager for his cock to find the
pleasant warmth inside her. He buried his face between her
breasts, nuzzling the tender flesh and the water that ran
down his cheeks. He lowered her onto his penis, and loved
her slowly as he caressed his love and the water caressed
them both. Kendra didn't moan, but her breath suffered
short interruptions with his slow, methodic thrusts. He
continued to suck at her breasts, which now easily popped
out of his mouth as he bounced her on him. He pecked at
them, sometimes waiting for a large drop to from on the
nipple before taking it into his mouth.
He wondered quickly if anyone had come to their window
since the fucking started. He didn't care. He was making
love to his future wife, and nothing else mattered.
"Oh, Kendra, oh baby..." he came inside her, filling
her already wet cunt with his sperm. He moved her body up
and down, enjoying the slurping sounds his entered penis
made in her pussy... enjoying the sight of fresh, clear
water running down her stomach, onto his shaft, and onto
the ground beneath them. He allowed her body bend
backwards, causing his penis to slip out of her cunt. The
spray shot into his chest as it moved in its semi-circle.
He admired Kendra's wonderful frame beneath him, and
watched as the water mixed with his sperm and carried it
into the earth.
God he loved her.
If only she could be awake. if only she could feel
this complete bliss and incredible love while she was
conscious. Mark didn't let himself get discouraged. If her
subconscious was calling for it, eventually it would
surface. Eventually, her deepest yearnings would come
forward and her true sexuality would be known. Nothing
could stop that.
Mark carried his future bride back into the apartment,
her dripping wet panties laying softly over her breasts.
As he expected, Kendra didn't believe the description
of the event. Mark tried to convince her, even showing her
the still damp panties, but Kendra wouldn't buy it. She
wouldn't make love in a public place, she was sure of that.
Intimate emotions and activities were meant for private
places and pleasures. And she certainly didn't need the
help of a stiff sprinkler stream to quench her sexual
appetites. She was a normal girl who liked normal love-
making.
The weekend was over. Mark went to work on Monday
morning still thinking about the sex he had enjoyed. He
couldn't help but tell someone. At lunch, he called his old
friend Alan.
"She's still sleepwalking?" he asked when Mark began
the story.
`Yeah, but you won't believe this... she's getting off
while doing it!"
"Getting off? What do you mean?'
"She was, ahh, rubbing herself on a lamp post the
first night."
"Holy shit! That must have been cool!"
"It was!"
"Did you wake her up and do her?"
"No, man, that's the weirdest part! I took off my
clothes, pulled her into me, and she never woke up."
"You fucked her, and she didn't wake up?"
"Yeah!"
"God, you must be a lousy lay!"
`Shut the hell up! Get this -- last night, she went
outside, and stood over a sprinkler!"
"What!!!"
"Yeah, it was incredible! She was naked, except for
her underwear, and stood in the spray of the sprinkler,
which happened to hit her... you know where."
"And you didn't call me?"
"Um, no. I was too busy fucking her. Besides, you
don't get to see her naked, that's my job."
"I'll fill in for you if you want."
"Hey, watch it! Don't make me worry about you!"
"Sorry, I'm just kidding. So let me get this straight.
You fucked her outside last night?"
"Yep."
"And no one saw you?'
"I don't think so, but I wasn't really paying
attention."
"All I can say is: don't let anyone spend the night
any time soon."
"That's for sure! I wonder how long this will go
on..."
Indeed, the question was quite pressing to Mark. on
one hand, he hoped her excursions into unusual sex
continued. on the other hand, he really wanted to know why
she was doing this. He still wondered is she wasn't happy
with their waking sex life. Or maybe she really wanted to
experiment, but couldn't consciously cope.
The night seemed to take forever in coming. Kendra
joked about sleepwalking as she climbed into bed wearing a
rather skimpy nightie.
"Will this help your fantasies tonight?' she asked.
Mark eyed the pink outfit. The top was wrapped tightly
around her chest, and went only just below her breasts. It
tied in front with a nice plunging oval revealing a serious
amount of cleavage. The strap was at the top of the oval,
and the loose ends hung down her chest, occasionally
brushing against the bare flesh as she moved over him. The
frilly panties caressed Mark's bare legs, and quickly put
his lust in overload.
He rolled on top of her, and slid his cock under the
top, wedging it between her silky breasts. God... he
thought... who cares if she ever sleepwalks again? And with
that, he made love to her.
His waking up may have been a coincidence. It may have
been the kind of sudden awakeness anybody might feel in the
middle of the night that they quickly fix by immediately
falling back asleep. But maybe it was a spark in his mind
that Kendra might be up and unconscious again. He reached
for her delicate frame. She was gone.
Where is she now? Where? And what is she doing? Mark
sprung out of bed. He didn't check the bathrooms. he
immediately went to the doorwall. Like the night before, it
was open.
But Kendra wasn't in sight. No sprinklers were
running. No nothing.
A few invisible patios away, an old man sat in a
chair, thankful for the unexpected luck he was receiving.
He had stepped out with a beer to enjoy the night air and
hope it could cure his insomnia. He had drank about half of
it, not enough to make him drunk, when he heard the sound
of a doorwall opening.
The beer wound up on the ground. Most of his muscle
control left as soon a she saw an angelic form approach him
dressed in a pink nightie with a cleavage-revealing oval in
the front and a pair of soft, frilly panties.
Kendra stared ahead with blank eyes. She didn't
respond when the man whistled at her. Her hips swayed as
she continued to walk. her unsupported breasts urged
against the pink top with maddening side-to-side jiggles.
The old man couldn't help it, he moved into her path.
"Where are you going, young lady?" he made no effort
to hide his viewing of her chest.
Kendra didn't answer. But she did stop. She stood a
few inches from the man. The tips of her breasts were
almost touching him. He admired her body for a few moments,
then realized she hadn't spoken. He finally looked at her
eyes, and saw they were focused on nothing in particular.
`Drugs. You gotta love `em. Come here, princess..." he
took Kendra's hand and led her to the patio. The old man
looked around as if he expected the man she was with to
come running up to them. She had to be with some guy. A
woman that looked like this, that was dressed like this,
had to have a man waiting to fuck her. But this was his
moment, his stroke of luck. Kendra showed no signs of
disgust has he closely examined the texture of her skin and
the nightie so tightly pressed against it. He eyed her
panties, and the few small wrinkles that formed at her
pussy. But his eyes really locked on the oval. The dark
shadow formed by her two converged breasts was absolutely
mesmerizing. The faint tan line that cut across the
flesh... the tie that hung so loosely, so invitingly, off
to the side. The old man pulled it.
The top undid easily, and Kendra's breasts burst forth
with naked freedom.
"Oh, honey... oh wow..." the old man stared at her
pink nipples, then raised both ands to grope he fullness.
Her eyes rolled back as he made contact with the smooth,
firm flesh of Kendra's breasts. His fingertips grazed her
nipples. His mouth hung open with a rush of pleasure his
old mind had nearly forgotten.
"Get your hands off her!"
Mark yanked the old man away from his fiancee.
Kendra's breasts flopped with the motion.
"You fucking son of a bitch! What do you think you're
doing?"
"I'm sorry, I didn't know she was with anyone... I..."
"Do you go around feeling the tits of every woman?"
Mark wanted to hit him, but was afraid a punch would kill
him.
"I didn't ... she didn't... the old man turned and
bolted inside with the speed of a teenager. Mark shook his
head and looked at Kendra.
"Kendra..."
No response.
"Baby..."
Still nothing. Mark slapped her lightly across the
face. Still nothing. He looked at her naked breast. He
gripped her left nipple, and squeezed hard.
"Uhhh!" Kendra took a deep breath of pain and shock.
"Kendra... are you ok?'
"Oh, God, what's going on?" her voice was full of
terror.
"It's ok, baby, it's ok. You've been sleepwalking
again."
Kendra's eyes darted around as her mind tried to
awaken.
"You're ok. You were just asleep."
"It's true. You were right. Oh my God!"
"It's ok. Nothing happened. Come on, let's go inside."
Kendra looked down and realized her bare breasts. She
clutched the nightie over them, and fell into Mark's arms.
she was barely able to move her own legs as they returned
home.
After being inside a few minutes, Kendra calmed down,
but still seemed dazed.
"Oh, Mark. I don't know what's happening. Why am I
doing this?"
"Do you remember anything about these walks?"
"No, I... wait. Oh! That old man was feeling my
breasts!"
"Yes, he was. But I stopped him."
"I can barely remember it. It seems like a dream..."
"Can you remember any of the other times?"
"No, I don't think so."
"Honey, we have to figure out what this is. We have to
find out what is making you take these sleepwalks."
"I'm sure it's nothing. Just a phase."
"But, baby, it could be a dangerous phase. You could
have been raped tonight."
"But I wasn't. You found me."
"You have sleepwalked four nights in a row. What if
one of these times I don't get to you fast enough? God, I
don't want to think about what could happen! Please, let's
get some help."
"What kind of help?"
"Let's call your mother. She's a psycho therapist or
whatever. maybe she can figure this out."
Kendra stiffened. Her mother. They had barely seen
each other the last few years. At once she felt a great joy
at seeing her but at the same time felt a sense of dread.
She didn't really want to have to recount the sexual
escapades she had shared with Mark. But then again, it was
mother. She would be understanding.
"Ok, we'll call her tomorrow."
"Good. In the meantime, I'm barricading the door."
Kendra smiled weakly.
Margaret arrived the next evening. She was about eight
hours away, but had no hesitation in rushing to her
daughter's aid. Mark had met her only once, but felt very
comfortable with Kendra's mother. Margaret was an
intelligent, understanding woman who possessed a great love
for her daughter.
The three went out to dinner, and re-aquatinted
themselves with simple talk. Margaret didn't feel the need
to dive right into the analysis. Instead, she wanted to get
a feel for the everyday life the two shared and see what
influences could be upsetting her beloved child. She
offered to sleep in the family room, and try to keep an eye
out for another sleepwalk. They all agreed locking the
doors was a good idea. They also tied strings to several
objects that would knock them over if a door was opened.
They all went to sleep that night, comforted by their
precautions.
Finally, a night passed where Kendra remained in her
bed. The couple didn't make love, as they felt a little too
self-conscious with her mother so close. But they woke up
happy and excited at the lack of unusual roamings.
"I still think we need to figure out what may be going
on." Margaret said at breakfast. Mark and Kendra quickly
agreed. One night of normality was no guarantee she
wouldn't sleepwalk again.
"So how do we begin?' Kendra asked.
"Well, I want to talk to each of you. Not just
together, but separately. It might be easier to talk
without the other one around."
"We don't have any secrets from each other." Mark
insisted.
"I'm not saying you do. But there may be things you're
not totally comfortable saying in front of the other. Don't
worry, we'll all talk together, too. I just think this
could be a big help. Mark, I'd like to start with you. We
have some time before you leave for work, right? Let's talk
now and I'll talk with Kendra while you're at the office."
Mark agreed and soon found himself in the bedroom with
Margaret. Kendra went about doing the dishes, and made
enough noise to prove she wasn't eavesdropping.
Mark sat on the bed, wondering what Margaret would
ask.
"How do you like fucking my daughter?"
Mark was prepared for that!
"Well? It's ok. I know you're having sex. You're going
to be married, and you're living together. So, how do you
like fucking her?"
"Ahh, umm. Ahh... It's great. She's wonderful."
"Are her tits big enough for you?"
"I beg your pardon?"
"Here tits, her breasts... are they big enough for
you? Are you a breast-man?"
"Absolutely. She has beautiful breasts. They're
perfect."
"Is she a good lover? Does she suck your dick, take it
in the ass, or anything else you wish she'd do?"
"Um..."
"Sorry if I seem bold. believe me, after twenty years
in the business, I've heard of some pretty weird stuff.
Sometimes I think I'm desensitized."
"It's ok. It's kinda cool, actually. To answer your
question, she does give me blow jobs, and she does it well.
We don't have anal sex, but I've never asked."
"Does she dress the way you like? Lingerie? Garters?
Leather? Anything a little more unusual?"
"She wears lingerie for me. yeah, she wears what I
like."
"Is there anything about fucking her that you don't
feel satisfied with?"
"No, like I said, she's great. Well..."
"What is it?"
"Let me get this straight. I love your daughter. With
all my heart. I love having sex with her. She turns me on
and is very satisfying. But... sometimes she seems
reserved, or a little too conservative. I mean, I like
romance as much as anyone, but sometimes I just want to
fuck, you know? Raw animal sex where all our inhibitions go
out the window. But Kendra likes it to be sweet, romantic,
and normal. She won't even call it fucking, just love-
making."
"I see. You want more carnal sex with my daughter."
"Yes, but not just that. Like I said, I love her. I
love being with her. I want both."
Mark had expected the talk to deal with more than
their sex life. But Margaret ended the conversation there
and said his information had been very helpful. With that.
Mark finished getting ready for work. Kendra looked like
she wanted ask what they talked about, but refrained. Mark
wondered what would happen when he got home. Would his
future wife turn into the fully developed sexual creature
he hoped for? Or would she think he was a pig and call off
the wedding? He didn't really think that would happen, but
was a little uneasy nonetheless.
Kendra finished up her morning chores after Mark left.
Margaret sat and watched her daughter perform the duties
she used to do. She had raised Kendra by herself, after she
divorced her husband. She never regretted it. She loved her
daughter and felt she needed no one else to make her happy.
Kendra finished her chores, took a shower and got
dressed. She was a little sleepy, and blamed it on her
restless nights. Margaret waited in the bedroom, and was
seated on the bed as Kendra emerged.
She sat down with her mother, dressed casually in a
pale blue shirt and a pair of cut-off shorts. She was glad
to see her mother again. Something was stirring inside her
that she hadn't felt since she was still a girl living at
home. She had known great love in her house, and could feel
that love returning as Margaret sat a few feet away.
"Honey, it's talk time." Margaret looked at her
daughter with an all-in-one motherly, stern, and caring
look. She stood up, an walked over to Kendra. She moved
behind her, and began rubbing her shoulders. Kendra slumped
slightly in the couch, enjoying the relaxing sensation.
"Oh my dear, we haven't had one of these in far too
long."
Kendra smiled at her mother, and enjoyed the firm rub
on her shoulders a few seconds more before Margaret broke
the contact.
"You remember how we used to talk, right, dear?"
"You remember how you never kept secrets me, and how
you could always expose yourself to me."
"Yes, mother."
"Good my dear." Margaret smiled down at her daughter.
She was as comfortable as she had always been. As receptive
as she had always been. This would be as true a bonding
moment as they had ever shared. She tapped Kendra's
shoulder.
"Take off your blouse." Margaret kept the caring
look. "Take off your shorts."
Kendra nodded. She stood up, then moved her hands to
her hips, and pulled the cut-offs down. Margaret eyed her
daughter firmly.
"Oh, my daughter. My pretty, little daughter."
Margaret watched as the smooth texture of Kendra's legs and
panties wrinkled and jiggled with the motions of undress.
Kendra didn't think twice about removing her clothes in
front of her mother. She casually tossed her shorts in
hamper and faced her mother.
"To your bra and panties dear, strip down to your bra
and panties or we can't have a true talk."
Kendra unbuttoned her blouse as assuredly as if she
were alone. Her breasts exposed themselves without shame,
and remained covered by a sheer, sexy bra. Kendra adjusted
the cups, fitting them more firmly to her breasts. She
looked up at her mother with a face looking for approval.
Margaret eyed her child. Her child, now dressed only a
bra, a pair of panties, and a completely unbuttoned blouse.
She was absolutely beautiful.
"Come her, baby."
Kendra stepped over to her mother without a thought.
They embraced tightly. Margaret ran her hands over Kendra's
bare back, then sat back down on the bed as Kendra remained
standing. She took Kendra's hand into her own.
"I'm so glad we can talk like this. I'm so glad I can
share my thoughts with my beautiful daughter, and she can
share hers with me."
"Yes, mother."
Margaret began lightly stroking Kendra's hips, running
her fingers over the panty straps.
"Is everything ok with you and Mark?"
"Yes, mother. Everything is fine."
Margaret moved her right hand to Kendra's lower
abdomen and rubbed the silk panties with her index finger.
"Is he able to satisfy you?"
"Yes, mother." Kendra stared straight ahead, and felt
her fall into a trance of remembrance.
Margaret's hand slipped between Kendra's legs. Kendra
squirmed slightly with the touch to her pussy, but didn't
attempt to move away.
"Is his penis big enough for my little girl?
"Yes, mother."
Margaret continued rubbing her daughter as she eyed
the smooth, creamy, olive skin of Kendra's body.
"Oh, my daughter... my beautiful, sexy daughter... are
you satisfying him, my love?"
"I think so." Kendra was still lost in thought. Her
head swarmed with the old memories of her mother's touch.
Those long ago days as an early teenager. It came flooding
back into her thoughts. Each day, each moment returned as
though they had been stored in a dream.
With her motherly comfort, Margaret would massage
Kendra's young cheek and shoulders. As Kendra's firm, young
body grew, the action progressed to her chest, then to her
buttocks. And eventually, Margaret rubbed Kendra's vagina.
It was a mother's touch, always loving and comforting.
Throughout her childhood, Kendra felt the calming hands of
her mother on her body. They soothed her, comforted her,
and stimulated her.
It truly picked up when Kendra's budding breasts
required her first training bra. An ecstatic Margaret
proudly clasped the new garment over the bumps forming on
Kendra's chest. She rubbed them for Kendra several times a
day, insisting the stimulation would cause them to grow.
Each morning, Margaret would make Kendra stand before her
and remove the bra. Margaret would feel for breast-growth,
and report the exciting increases with gleefulness and
encouragement.
Kendra felt welcomed and accommodated into the world
of womanhood, and trusted her mother's guidance.
It wasn't long before Margaret began substituting
Kendra's simple undergarments for more lacy and silky
choices. The panties became skimpier, silkier, and
certainly more mature. The bras became larger as Kendra's
breasts grew, and possessed the same alluring quality her
panties now demonstrated.
Kendra started finding young boys waiting for her when
she got home from school. She was to go into her bedroom,
wait for her mother to pretend to leave, then seduce the
young lad into sex. Most mothers feared their daughters
becoming sexually active. Margaret watched from the closet.
She offered advice on seduction techniques. "Show more
cleavage, flash a bit of your bra, let your skirt ride up
your legs, bend over..." And she provided plenty of thought
on Kendra's sexual techniques as well. "Ride him on top,
moan more loudly, suck his penis for longer..."
All the while, Margaret beamed with pride at the
sexual blossoming of her daughter. She noticed the heads of
males turn to linger their eyes on Kendra's slim and
curvaceous body. She no longer had to arrange for men to
come home and have intercourse with her daughter. Soon,
Kendra was being asked out regularly. Margaret always
stressed the importance of having sex with these men, and
continued to watch her daughter receive the large, eager
cocks from her vantage point in the closet.
There was something about Margaret's voice...
something about her intentions and tone that kept Kendra
from questioning her mother. Even at seventeen, Kendra was
dressed daily by her mother from complete nakedness, to
sensual underwear, to provocative skirts and tops. Each
evening Kendra would come home and receive a rub down and a
bath from her attentive Margaret. She would be completely
comfortable in her gorgeous nakedness. In Kendra's mind, it
was love. It was love that flowed with the glistening
droplets of water down her chest. It was love that massaged
her inner thighs with soap. It was love that stimulated her
clitoris and nipples, teaching her about her own desires
and wants. And it was the same type of love the men
demonstrated for her body. Only they did it with their
penises and with much less tenderness.
The relationship lasted until Kendra left for college.
The separation from her mother was a difficult one for her
to handle emotionally. She felt desperate for the
attention, and asked the men on campus to make love to her.
Somehow, they didn't seem to measure up. They ripped her
clothes off, and fucked her without intent of emotion. She
hated it, and she hated the F-word that so truly captured
the spirit of the men who penetrated her.
But at the same time, she began to realize, albeit
subconsciously, that the "normal" love in the world came
from a man, and not her mother. And that was to be one man.
Yes, she had to devote herself to one man, and experience
love and love-making with that one man for the rest of her
life. That one man turned out to be Mark.
Kendra went limp as her mother's fingers stroked and
calmed her vagina. Her panties shifted up and down slightly
with the motions of Margaret's fingers. It was so calm...
so good... so familiar. Kendra felt like a girl again, safe
and protected by her mother's touch.
"Baby?"
"Yes, mother?"
"I want to help you find what's troubling you."
Margaret's voice was directed to her daughter, but her gaze
was turned outside the window. "Ok, dear?"
"Ok, mom."
"Kendra, I want you to lie down and go to sleep. I
want you to feel that it is bedtime, and experience the
world of sleep as you have been the last few nights.
Kendra stepped away from her mother, and stretched
across the bed. She was perfectly on her back, and folded
her arms gently across her stomach. Her blouse hung open,
and her breasts heaved gently to her sides as far as her
silky bra would allow.
Margaret watched Kendra's beautiful eyes close and her
lips part slightly. She then turned again to the window,
noting a dozen or so young boys playing in the courtyard.
It was only a few moments before Kendra was deep in
sleep. Her breasts heaved with slight breath. Her knees
turned slightly outward from lack of tension. And her
fingers lay limply across the olive skin of her stomach.
Margaret took in the beauty of her daughter. She gazed upon
her as Kendra slept quietly. She watched with a caring,
prideful face at the sexy wonder to which she had given
life.
A good amount of time went by. Then, Kendra's fingers
twitched. "Ooo..." Kendra moaned very softly, with more
whisper than tone. Her right hand slid down her abdomen.
Her index finger extended, and pressed against the silk
covering the folds of her pussy.
Margaret leaned forward, and whispered softly. "Go
forward, baby... satisfy your yearnings..."
Kendra rose form the bed. Her eyes opened, but started
with the glaze of oblivion. Margaret stood in front of her.
"Come... come.. " she motioned with her hands and
spoke quietly. Kendra followed her mother out of the
bedroom. "Outside... you must go outside..."
Kendra didn't speak a word. She didn't give a look.
She didn't look at her near naked state, she didn't re-
button her blouse. Instead, she went out the doorwall that
Margaret had opened.
Kendra walked into the square. In a matter of seconds,
the young boys turned to her. Their eyes immediately
detected her panties, and the long olive-skinned legs.
Kendra's eyes were open, but started blankly ahead with no
particular focus.
The boys expected her to say something. They expected
her to somehow explain the fact she was walking around
outside half-naked. But they really didn't care... that
crotch... that cunt... They felt a simultaneous hard-on at
the sight of her hips moving slowly towards them. They knew
who she was. They had noticed her firm, sexy shape with the
fervor of budding sexual interest. They all ogled Kendra
whenever she walked by, and showered her with luscious
stares when she graced the confines in a small, feminine
bikini. But this was her bra and panties. The meaning, the
secretness, the forbidden nature of the lace and silk that
covered those precious parts. Oh God, this clearest image
they could hope for of what it would be like to fuck her.
Not that fucking was entirely the action they conceived of,
they were almost too young for that. All that mattered was
this beautiful woman in her underwear. The sight was
enough.
Margaret smiled as the boys froze in their places and
admired her beautiful, mesmerizing daughter.