She confuses you with your father

"Frank?"

Her dark eyes suddenly shine with a brief glimmer of hope. For the first time, you hear a faint tremble in her voice. She stays really still as if she feared that any sudden movement could wake her up of the dream. You stay still too, with no idea of what to do. You know who she thinks you are: your father, her long lost lover. And what would happen if you speak and it's not the same voice? What if you move and something doesn't feel right to her? The room is dark, that could play in your favour, but that's all.

Suddenly, her hand is in your cheek. It feels warm, it feels... Gentle. "You are back... Like you promised..." She says.

"I... I-I..." you mumble in your usual tone. She confuses you indecission with regret and you feel her other hand grabbing you, keeping you by her side.

"Please don't go. Not again..." She sounds ****, she wants you closer. She is gently pulling you in her direction, she want you to get on the bed with her. "It will be better this time, I'll keep my promise"

What promise?

"Please, you are hurting me..." You tell her, feeling her strong fingers clutching your arm. To your surprise, the great lady Cassandra Barton actually seems to care about that.

"S-sorry..."She says. "You were always so shy, so delicate... My flower, my beautiful flower..." She gets up just a little and gets closer to you clumsily, she still can't move as freely as usually, but she overpowers you easily. You smell your mother's womanly lotion close to your scared face and before you can react to it, her lips find yours. It's a clumsy and sloppy kiss, not the dominant bite of the matriarch of house Barton, but the kiss of a shy and timid girl. It leaves a trace of saliva amidst her warm breaths. For the first time you see her, that girl on the photo that Lily showed you, that girl that knew how to smile. She smiles at you, she is just beautiful. She falls back on the bed, her long dark hairs surrounding her like a cascade of black waters and she carries you with her. You fall on top of her luscious body, her generous bosom the landmark of your descent.

Her lips move away from yours just barely. "I need you in me... you cock... Babe, I miss it so much... Take my clothes off... Like you used too..."

You stop for a second... How were you supposed to be used to do that? You see the lady Barton lying before your eyes in all her explendor: her white bussiness shirt, her long and dark suit trousers. The shirt is sweaty and a dark and austere bra begins to be visible below it. Your mother's bra. You move your trembling fingers in that direction and beging to undo the first button of that shirt.

"No..." She says "With you m-mouth... like you used to..." How are you supposed to do that? You move your mouth closer, her raw feminine smell it's much more stronger there. Against your better judgement, your dick gets hard.

"Hurry up... I need you, babe..." She murmurs. You are stuck at the first button. It's much more difficult than you expected! She keeps touching you, making it hard for you to think clearly. The button keeps escaping your untrained teeth

"You were always so shy... So ****... I saw you in that summer yellow dress, you were picking flowers in the countryside... I had never seen a man so beautiful, so delicate... I didn't care what my mother would think, I knew from that moment that you had to be mine, my man, forever, always. You shaked so much when I first touched you... You sang me those prety songs..." Fuck, does she expects you to sing now? "Hurry up... Please..."

You are scared and nervous, you feel that your clumsiness is too close to break the spell she is under. You bite that button away. "Babe!" She screams surprised but aroused, her whole body trembles. You do the same with the next button and she moans deeply. A jolt of pleasure goes through her, ending in a uncontrolable shake between her legs. The need to please her fantasy does not explain your behaviour any more, you need to hear those nice moans again. The third button is beheaded without mercy, and so goes the fourth and the fifth. Not much later, her expensive shirt is a shredded mess, it doesn't cover anymore her sweatty and heavy-breathing torso. Her breast move up and down, still caged, longing for freedom.

"Such rush... Why?" She is looking directly into your eyes, she expects an answer, she needs one.

You try to produce your most high pitched and masculine voice posible. You say what you think you are expected to say. "I-I needed you too, babe... It's being soo long" Was that something you father would have said? You don't have time to figure it out.

Lady Cassandra is still much stronger than you, much bigger. It happens so fast that you cannot even hope to react to it. She is on top now, she has you pinned against the bed. There is no escape. She kisses you, but it's not the same kiss, her possessiveness has return. "You are mine" She says. "I told you... You will always be."

She is the one to break her jeans. She undoes them so fast that you hear something tearing, but you can't see exactly how. Soon, a violent musk invades the room: her pussy is exposed and looms over your cock. Your bulgie is undone with the same carelessness, tearing the expensive silk appart. Her warm hands grabs your member. She is preparing it, making it point up as she lifts herself over it. You want it, you want to know how it feels, but it's so wrong: you are not married, you are tricking her... And she is your mom.

"Wait!" You say, and to your surprise, she stops. She looks at you confused. You have to say something, something that would make her stop. "Remember what you promised?"

Something dark crosses her face, a bad memory from a troubled past. "Please, not now... Don't make me talk about it." It pains her... But you have to know. You have to stop this sinful nonsense.

"Say it... If you love me... Say it."

She remains silent for a few long seconds. There is pain and guilt in her voice. "I promised I wouldn't be like the other women... That I wouldn't be... like my mother... I promised I would make you happy, that I would... but life is so hard... They expect so many things from me..."

She lowers herself over your hardness. A warm and waterly cavern surrounds your cock, it fits so well, it feels so right. Her luscious tights fall against yours and they make a fleshy sound. It was so easy, you were no longer a virgin, she had taking that away from you, so easily.

"I wish the world was just that little meadow where I first took you." She says. "Just you and me, nothing more... Just you and me." She begings to jump and jump, riding you like an amazon, tamming you like a rider would tame the wildest of beasts. Her fleshy cavern vomits and devours your lenght over and over, she jumps high and hard, falling over you with the strength of a war leader, bombarding you from the skies with her flesh. You fear your body breaking before such raw power. The cushion of her plump ass is the only thing that shields you from the terrible ending.

And Terrible it is... Once she starts to ride you, there is no turning back, nothing that you can say or scream stops her, she milks your dick like it was just an object, something to be used and discarted, she delights in your moans and cries equally. She tears her own bra and lets her warhead breasts fall over. They bounce teasingly, like cheerleaders cheering for the rest of her body to maul you. She moans in delirium. "Oooooh Frank... You fill me just the same... It's been so looong... There is no dick like yours. No one comes close!" You are teared appart between pain and pleasure.

She falls over you, her arms surround your head and **** it to sink deeper into her bosom. The warm surface envelops you as breathing becomes increasingly harder, but it feels so good. Her hips keep moving at tremendous speed, ever inch of her interior seems to kiss and lick your rod. She frees you from her breasts and kisses you once more, and both of her mouths are equally sloppy, equally **** to possess you. She cums over and over, drenching your legs in undending fluids. But she is not satisfied until she makes you cum. She wants to feel your hot cream inside her, she wants to be filled by her reward.

That first jet really feels like dying, like your soul and breath scapes you throught the point of your dick. You can't say if you scream of moan. She definetly moans as your seed beggings to fill her. Her eyes are close now, pleased.

Her body hits you one last time with her rudeness as she falls asleep over you.

I would like to dedicate this chapter to my reader Vivitsa, because three comments in a row begging for more deserve some kind of recognition. I hope this one was worthy of your expectations.