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                    Mary and Susan
                    Chapter Two
                    By Ron


     A week after my encounter with Mary on the couch, Susan, her mother, and I were talking
about me moving in on a permanent basis. I looked forward to it in a lot of ways but remained
concerned about my attraction to her daughter. I suppose it showed because she asked me what
was wrong.
     I couldn't just come out and tell her I fingerfucked her cute little girl to an outrageous
orgasm on the couch. I wanted to be able to walk out of her living room with my nuts still
attached to my body, not tastefully displayed in a frame on her wall. I'd thought of how I could
broach the most forbidden of subjects over the last week, but had come up against nothing but
horrifying obstacles. One was spending the rest of my life getting buggered in prison. Another was
having my voiced raised an octave along with a funny walk and not being able to shower in a
public place again without having to answer a lot of personal questions. Or, at the worst,
becoming the star attraction at a funeral and traditional wake that not even my own mother would
be able to attend in good conscience. All the imaginable outcomes were filled with scenarios of
me not having a good day. 
     Susan looked at me with a quizzical smile and flat out asked, "Now look, if there is
something wrong you need to talk about or just get out in the open with me, come out with it.
Have I been a good lover for you? You have been for me. Is it the usual fear of commitment that
men have when thinking about a long term relationship? Is it money? We both make enough to be
comfortable. Together we could do pretty well. Does having a child to care for worry you? I've
seen you two together and you're quite capable of being a father to Mary. She respects you and
looks up to you, you know. Come on, what could be holding you back?"
     OH SHIT! The worst thing to have to hear. She wanted the dead level truth and I knew
she saw right through me in conversations like this. Any hedging or hiding would result in her
pressing until I came out with it. It had happened a few times before when I had something inside
that was worrying me but didn't want to look at, much less let it out in the open for anyone else's
view. Not just her view but anyone's. In those times she coaxed it out, bit by bit, until enough was
out to make me realize I could put all my trust in her and expose myself and any problems I had to
her. It wasn't always comfortable and I spent a couple times crying on her shoulder to release the
pain I'd held inside. But after I got honest with myself and with her, the problem seemed to ease
off until I could look at it square in the face and accept myself for what, and who, I was.
     I said to her, "It isn't money or the loss of freedom I had as a bachelor. I am falling in love
with you more each day. Spending all my time with you is something I look forward to. My life
alone looks pretty empty in hindsight after these last few months. I will admit the thought of
permanent arrangements scare the hell out of me. That can't be too much of a surprise, it scares
anyone who is truly serious about another. 
     "As for you being my lover, well, you are a great lover! I've experienced a level of
prolonged passion with you I didn't know I could have. You are always willing to try another
way of pleasuring us together. You're very patient with me. I know I'm not a very playful person,
I never have been. I've only 'played' brain games. In bed, I don't know how to just play like a
little kid. I'm always so serious! Has this been a problem for you?"
     "No, not really. At first I saw your hesitance just a lack of risk taking. Then I saw it as a
seriousness in finding what I liked you to do for me. That's ok. I like it in its own way. In time
I'm sure you'll get used to me and get better at the sheer fun of playfulness. But that isn't the
question here is it? There's something else underneath that stubborn mantle that's bothering you.
I can see it in your posture and expression. Maybe it's too much for you right now but it's going
to come out sometime. It has to come out sooner or later or it'll just fester in its secretiveness. I
will not tolerate that at all. Having something blocking our relationship is not a healthy thing to
have hanging over you or over me.
     "Now, what do you want to do about it? Hide inside yourself or get it out on the open?
I'll wait if I have to but I won't wait forever. I want to go for everything with you. I'm not
concerned about the length of time I spend with you but I will have everything from you as long
as it lasts. You'll always have everything from me. Do you hear what I'm saying here? All or
nothing for both of us. Maybe you can't face it today but face it you will, sooner or later. But
don't expect me to hang on forever. The sooner we get past this block the sooner we can get on
to other things. No impediments, no holds barred."
     My respect for Susan got another boost hearing her talk in earnest about us. And about
me. I started to feel like a real shit not letting it out. But my fears just wouldn't allow it. Now I
was in a real pickle and that was for sure. The age old adversaries of fear and trust.
     I held her hand and said, "I hear what you are saying. No holds barred, no holding back.
But I just can't get past my own fears right now. I ask for your patience in this for a little longer.
I'm not ready to look at it yet. Let me stew on it for a couple days to work up the nerve to let it
all out. You've watched me in the past weeks let out more and more in talking with you. It's been
difficult on more than one occasion and I have felt better about the problem and even better about
myself after I finally let go the discomfort of talking about some of the deepest parts of myself.
It's not easy for me. I do give everything I have but it's not very comfortable sometimes. Some
things about myself I haven't looked at for a long time. Getting at them is hard. You have been
patient and I can't tell you how much I respect the strength of your patience. It's a lovely part of
you."
     She sat silent for a few moments then replied, "Thanks for sharing that much with me. It
looked hard for you to get it out. To admit your feelings of fear and almost tell me you can't fully
trust in me yet. I heard it. The part about not being comfortable with some parts of yourself is
understandable. Everyone has parts they don't want to talk about. Parts of themselves they're not
proud of or not comfortable with. I have them too, you know. I just haven't let them out. Some I
may not even know about on the surface. They're buried in me too. Sometimes I get weird
feelings about you. Some things that have happened to me in the past have been coming to the
surface since you've been with me. I haven't shared them with you yet. I haven't straightened
them out in myself yet. I suppose it's unfair to tell you that I haven't shared with you everything
about myself while I'm asking you to get it all out for me to see and hear. We can work out
anything together, ok? When the time comes we'll get it all out. I hope you can have patience
with me too in this."
     She had secrets too? Boy was she ever good at keeping it out of sight. I never suspected
she had things about her she didn't want out in the open yet. A softness for her kindled in my
heart once again as it seemed to do more and more often in the past few weeks.
     "Well, we seem to have a lot in common, don't we?" I smiled at the shared secretiveness.
     "If we didn't have a lot in common I wouldn't have let you in my home or bed. And I like
both of them. So don't feel you have to fear recrimination or rejection from me just because you
have things inside you don't think I want to hear about. If you just share them with me, I'm sure I
will listen with a forgiving heart. And an open heart. Keep that in mind as you think about what
you want to share with me and when you want to share it. Are you comfortable with that?"
     "I've seen your forgiving heart, Susan. It's wonderful to feel your love and patience, and
forgiveness that I haven't even felt the need to ask for. I will give thought to what you've said
here. You're in my heart."
     She softened her look even more, if that was possible, and put a gentle kiss on my lips
which I returned in kind. 
     Mary came out of the kitchen about this time and giggled at us. I thought she was getting
used to finding us kissing on the couch. We did it often enough.
     She looked at me and gave me a little smile, sort of like a Mona Lisa smile where she had
just found out she was pregnant, or just found out she wasn't. A smile ripe with feeling and
emotion. I returned a grin but little more could I allow. It made me wonder how much 'exploring'
she'd done in the last week. Damn, I had to get off this track and do it right now.
     "Did you get your homework done there, champ?"
     A funny change of expression crossed her face and after a short hesitation she said, "Yeah,
it wasn't hard. Easy stuff really. Just a page of Math and some reading."
     Susan said, "It's getting a little late, dear. How about taking an early bath and come back
down for some TV or part of a movie before bedtime?"
     "Oh, come on Mom. I won't stay up late and you know I always get to bed on time. Well,
almost all the time."
     "You do at that. So give me a kiss and head upstairs for a bath. I'll see you when you get
back down, darling." Susan reached out and give Mary a kiss on the cheek and patted her behind
as she headed toward the stairs.
     Mary turned and gave me a look, skipped back to the couch and surprised me with a
chaste kiss on the cheek, turned quickly and ran up the stairs.
     Susan gazed at her daughter lovingly as she turned the corner toward the bedroom. "She
certainly seems smitten by you, doesn't she? Giving you a kiss on the cheek is not something she
gives out for everyone. When she was little she had to be around a person, even my parents, for a
couple days before she would show any physical affection. So giving you a kiss is something you
should treasure."
     I did treasure it. It was lovely.
     I responded, "Really? She doesn't kiss everyone? I'm a little surprised by that, being your
daughter." I hoped only the intended meaning came out. "You kiss splendidly. Want to see if you
have what it takes to pass on those abilities?" With that I reached out and caressed Susan's cheek.
She got a dreamy look and scooted close and wrapped her arms around my neck.
     "Maybe I'll have to demonstrate that I do have what it takes. As for Mary, she can't help
inheriting my lips and my love of kissing a gorgeous hunk of manhood like yourself. Come over
here and get your just desserts!" she commanded.
     I could only obey.

     After Mary was sent to bed Susan and I showered together and toweled each other off
luxuriantly. The feeling of taking care of each other's body needs like this always intensified the
closeness. And got our skin ready for the evening's delights. 
     That night in bed I went farther with Susan than I had before. I started to let out some of
my desire for more intense love-making. It was a risk but I had to start letting myself go unbridled
if I wanted to go after everything with her.
     "Susan, have you ever tried some of the more exotic forms of pleasure?"
     She gave me a quizzical look  and asked, "Well, I'm not sure what you mean by that so
I'd have to refrain from answering until you tell me what you have in mind."
     Well, here it goes. "Have you ever tried something kinky like light bondage or getting tied
up? How about a touch of discomfort, you know, like spanking or anything?" I asked.
     She got a funny look on her face and told me, "I tried it once but I felt so vulnerable. As
for hitting, there's no way that I could do that. How could I make you feel pain to feel pleasure?
I've never even thought of it. I always imagined it like in gay bar or something. You know, rather
sleazy."
     I wanted to try anything to get myself all the way out in the open. Either it was a serious
thing or it wasn't. "No, it's not like that at all. Well, it can be. But almost anything you could
come up with could be sleazy in a sleazy environment. With us together we could do some things
like that to experience the vulnerability. Being tied up is something I've done a couple times.
Weird at first but kind of enjoyable. But I have done some spanking during sex. It wasn't all that
bad. It did intensify my climax. I don't know how that works but it does."
     She thought a moment and said, "I'm willing to try it if I can feel safe about it. What do
you propose?"
     I was ecstatic. Just what I wanted to hear. "Tonight, I want to spank you. It won't be hard
and you can always stop if you don't feel safe. We can do it with you on top and me spanking you
during sex. Or I can spank you before to get your body excited. Especially if I use my fingers on
your clit at the same time. How does that sound?"
     "That sounds exciting in a way. I still don't know about what it would feel like but I'll
give it a try."
     With the risks in front of us we went for it. I would have to tell her how to do things until
she felt comfortable about the sensations and erotic arousal a good spank could give.
     "Now I want you to lie on the bed face down. Just to get started. I am going to spank
your backside young lady, and get you ready for me. This is going to hurt a little at first but if you
can hold out for a bit, you'll like it in the end." She flipped over and my eyes drank in the 
vulnerable ass cheeks presented to me. I sat down near her hips and massaged her butt. The
muscles relaxed from their tenseness as I kneaded my fingers in their softness. "Ok, her it goes.
Just lightly at first, but as you get used to the idea, I want you to ask for more. You have to ask
me for more if you want to do this right. Are you ready?"
     Her head nodded but her butt tensed up a little at the thought then slowly relaxed. I raised
my palm and came down on her flesh. Smack. A little one that wriggled the skin and softness
underneath. Than a few more. SMACK SMACK, SMACK! Each one a little harder than the last.
They caused her body to jump a little and raise her butt up allowing a better target each time.
     I asked her, "How was that? Did it hurt too much?"
     She turned her head toward me saying, "No, that wasn't bad at all. Just how hard can it
get before it hurts?"
     "Come up here on my lap and I'll show you." I pulled a chair next to the bed to sit on.
     She raised her hips off the bed and got up. She stood over me and put her hands on the
bed jutting her butt out over my legs. "Go ahead and lay over my legs. Then I'll give you a better
spanking. And I can feel your body at the same time. Push yourself out towards my knees. There,
just like that. Now I can get to your slit."
     I reached between my legs and slid under her hips with my hand feeling the hair tickle my
fingers as I approached my target. When my fingers touched her skin it was soaking wet. My
previous treatment of her butt had got her heated up alright. Now to get her up on the edge. The
fingers of  my other hand massaged the skin again then kneaded down into the butt muscles
relaxing them and giving me a thrill at the same time. I hadn't really gotten this serious in
touching her butt before. Just the usual touches and strokes when she was on top of me. Now it
was exposed for my every touch. It was wonderful.
     Time for more. "Now I'm going to give a few more light ones then some harder ones. If it
gets to be too much, let me know. If you want something special, tell me and you'll get it." I
raised my hand.
     Hard down it went. SPANK! The flesh jiggled. Again, SMACK! Then one for each side.
SMACK SPANK. Each one moved flesh and raised reddened marks in their wake. She writhed
under the blows.
     SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!. Three rapidly together. More. SPANK SPANK SPANK. 
     I pressed my other hand into her slit and flicked her clit a few times. Each touch made her
butt jump. I took advantage and layed a spank down. A flick of the clit and up she raised, down
came my hand, SMACK! Then a flick on her clit. Up she came, down I came, SPANK! Moans
and groans came from her. Her butt started to turn a deeper pink.
     SMACK flick SPANK rub, moan. At least fifty smacks with my hand and harder rubbing
on her clit brought gasps and moans rising in tone and passion. I was getting close to really
getting her off big time.
     SMACK SMACK SMACK my hand slapped down. Louder groans. Then she started to
shiver a little. It was time.
     SMACK SPANK SPANK SMACK went my hand as my fingers ground her clit hard into
and around her pussy. Her moaning stopped for a moment. I pinched it and twirled it hard. Very
fast and hard: SMACK SMACK SPANK SPANK. She started to yelp and then she came hard .
Really hard! Leg flailing, yowling, back archingly hard!
     "YAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH! UHHH UNHHH UNHH UHH UHH HUHHN"
     Her body collapsed across my legs as her juices flowed freely around my fingers, I let
them wriggle around her slit for a few moments.
     She turned her head to me and gave me an evil grin growling, "Get your ass down here,
now!"
     The Command in her voice got me moving. Untangling her legs from mine I got up and
sat down on the bed as Susan got up and jumped on me crushing me down to the bed under her
weight. Her lips came down on mine and mashed my lips, her tongue ramming into me, causing
me to flounder for breath itself. Holy shit, what had I unleashed? 
     "Get up you!" 
     She commanded, I jumped. She slid under me and grabbed my dick and pulled it, with me
helplessly following after, right down to her pussy lips and she rammed her hips up to my hard
member. A gentle prod on my part and it slipped gently into her entrance. 
     Susan shocked me now. "Damn it, GET IN!"
     With that she grabbed my butt, pulling the cheeks apart, and rammed me down into her.
     "Now give me all you've got! I want it so hard and fast you won't be able to stay on top."
     My God, I'd created a monster. This one in big girl's clothes. Or lack thereof.
     I rammed into her as deep as I could and pulled back to ram it into her again. Over and
over. I got used to the timing and position and sped my ramming thrusts up to a fast tempo. So
fast and hard I could hardly get a breath. All my efforts were concentrated on pounding her pussy
faster, harder while hanging on for dear life. Her moans started right off. Like I'd never heard her
make. To hear such sounds so early in our lovemaking was not the norm. But I didn't have the
time to think any further than that. She wanted  me to give her everything I had. I'd better start
doing more and thinking a lot less.
     Groans turned to loud moans. Then into squeals. Then snarls. She raised her head and put
her mouth on my shoulder and bit. I yelped. "Ow, that hurt."
     "Keep up the prick action or you'll feel more than that! Now get it going!" she snarled. 
     I could feel movement in her hands as they scraped hard up my and back toward my ass.
Then a curious loss of contact with her hands. Suddenly I felt it. SPANK! A loud stinging pop hit
my ass and my ears at the same time. I rammed down in reaction. As I raised up I felt air move on
my back. SPANK! This one hurt!. I rammed down and raised up then back down hard again
burying my heated cock  to the hilt. As I came up, SMACK! It felt great! SPANK hump SMACK
hump SLAP POP SMACK SPANK !!! 
     We kept it up for a few more minutes, our moans and groans getting loud, even to us. The
spanking kept on. I knew I was going to be sore after this but couldn't think of that now. 
     My cum was starting up from my nuts and I growled out the feeling. Susan rammed up
into me harder than ever before, bouncing me up from her gushing pussy only to grip my
cockhead at the top of my bounce to yank me down into her again sliding deep into her heat. This
caused me to start yelping as my climax started. She felt it or heard it, I don't know, but the next
feeling I had was of half a dozen VERY hard spanks. Nothing like I'd ever felt before in my entire
life.
     We both came so intensely we smashed our bodies together and ground around deep into
each other. Pulling ourselves closer together we rammed tongues in mouths, our skin rubbing and
sliding in our sweat. Her nipples ground against my chest hairs as we laid against each other and
slowly collapsed. With a gentle turn we lay side by side and just admired each other.
     This was the closest we had ever gotten inside ourselves in our passion. Shit, it was the
most powerful sense of complete sexual satisfaction I'd ever known. We fell asleep tangled
around each other smelling like a couple cats in heat.
     Looking back, this night is what opened Susan up to forms of sexual expression and
pleasure that soon would not only impress, but outright shock me. That story later.


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