Amanda’s Story ...

“Help? Me? No fucking way!” Amanda’s reply was curt and terse. “I’m perfectly FINE!” Amanda emptied her glass down her throat. “You can’t help me!”

The accusations and attempted intervention had a quickly sobering effect on Amanda. Adrenaline surged through her veins as she shot to her feet. There WAS something bothering her! There WAS reason to worry! But it had nothing to do with ****. It was nothing they could help with. It was nothing she could talk about … at least not with THEM!

The increased sobriety having taken affect, Amanda softened her voice and in a most friendly manner defended herself. “Look. I’ve got a lot going on, and it’s a little overwhelming. I just imbibed a little too much!” She made a point at emphasizing her situation by removing the empty glasses and the bottle of scotch from the table, returning it to the nearby bar. She returned to her neighbors. “Look. I appreciate your concern, but I’m fine. I just need to clear my mind. Maybe a little housework will do the trick. Nothing you gals need to concern yourself over. If you don’t mind, I’m gonna change into something suitable for cleaning. You can see yourselves out.”

Amanda turned towards the steps, watching over her shoulder, waiting for her friends to leave. They silently nodded and rose to their feet and headed towards the door. Amanda was halfway up the stairs when she heard the door close. She turned on her heels and emphatically marched to the door and bolted herself within her little barricade. She harrumphed audibly and strode determinedly to the bar. She refilled her glass to the brim and gulped the contents, luxuriating in the soothing burn. She refilled the glass and this time sipped the scotch.

Her mind wandered, trying to determine how and why her life had been turned upside down.

It all started several days ago. Something woke her in the middle of the night, a SNAP of some sorts, something akin to a twig breaking under the weight of a heavy foot. Joseph was sound asleep, snoring comfortably. Drawn to her feet by an unknown ****, she was compelled to investigate. A light kimono draped over her near naked form, she found herself staring out the back patio in search of the source.

A shadow? A darkened figure gliding in the distance could be spotted. Despite the fear within, she found herself walking outdoors, curiosity getting the better of her, following the figure into the neighbor’s yard. Her feet were moving her along, chasing after the shadow. The fear of being caught sneaking in the dark sending chills along her spine, was numbing in comparison to the racing of her heart, wearing such little clothing over an otherwise naked body.

The slim figure traveled through the Erikson’s yard and into the Keen’s back yard, her own feet seemingly tracing the footsteps of the slim shadow. Without any concern, her body moved onto to the patio and to the sliding glass door. Amanda watched her hand slowly reach forward and slide the glass door open, without any regard for security. The shadowy figure had long since disappeared, but Amanda was drawn forward, pushed by an unknown **** towards the basement stairs. She didn’t want to go any further, but it was as if she didn’t have a choice, her body was not hers anymore. She was moving one bare foot in front of the other, slinking stealthily down the steps. The eerie silence was only broken by the thundering heart in her chest. Step by step she descended into the darkness where a faint yellow light beckoned her forward, like a beacon in the fog.

A doorway, framed by the thin yellow light, stood before her, slightly ajar. Quiet whispers could be heard from the other side, the words unintelligible. Inching ever closer and closer, Amanda found herself trying to peer into the room beyond, even though her mind was screaming for her to turn and run away. She shouldn’t be here, she shouldn’t be spying … and she shouldn’t be lurking around half naked! But her mind was not strong enough to prevent her body from pressing against the door jamb and positioning herself to get a better view.

The whispers had been replaced by soft whimpers, mewls, and coos of … pleasure? Yes! This was the unmistakable sounds of lovers! Amanda could feel an indescribable heat begin overtaking her own body, causing her heart to race even faster, her nipples hardening into painful peaks, not to mention a knowing, wet, itch forming in her loins. Yet her head leaned in, ear pressed to the thin wood door. “Mmmm … Nnngh … Gluckk … Mmmph”. The sounds were soft and feline, definitely a female. Images of what could possibly lay beyond the door began conjuring within Amanda’s mind. And as the sounds continued, the images became more lewd, more pornographic, more sexual, causing her own arousal to skyrocket to unbearable proportions.

She shouldn’t be here. She shouldn’t be spying. Yet, her hand pressed lightly against the door, pushing it gently more open than it already was. Her mind was screaming for her to stop, to turn away and return home, Instead, her feet remained planted as the room came into focus. There he was, Tony Keen, Dara’s son, standing naked next to a desk, his hardened cock waving proudly before him. Her eyes immediately settled on the glorious specimen, it’s thickness and length quite impressive. Thick virile veins traveled along its length to the mushroomed cap. So entranced with his cock, Amanda barely registered the naked female kneeling before him, long brunette curls shadowing her face and figure from where Amanda stood.

“You like what you see!” His voice was deep and resonating, causing a shiver to run along Amanda’s spine. It wasn’t a question, it was an affirmation of fact. Amanda did like what she saw! … WAIT! Was he talking to her, or the young lass at his feet? …. Amanda could feel her body tremble with nervousness and excitement.

“You want what you see!” Another, more powerful shiver ran along her spine, goosebumps rising along her tender flesh. Amanda could feel her nipples hardening as his words seemed to echo in the small room. Again, it was a statement of truth, to which Amanda found herself nodding, as was the girl at his feet.

“My pleasure is your pleasure!” This time, Amanda’s body shuddered with a fiery warmth radiating from within, settling quickly in her loins. She watched, frozen in place as the young girl had a similar reaction, convulsing ever so slightly before the Adonis-like figure.

“Go ahead! You can help yourself! There’s no reason to deny it! You want it! Your body wants it!” His words were hypnotic, burning a permanent imprint upon her soul. Amanda couldn’t stop her right hand from snaking beneath her short silk robe, tantalizingly teasing her left breast as she watched the young girl do similarly while trying to grasp his manhood with the other. The dainty pale hand couldn’t envelop the mighty shaft, her fingers unable to meet her thumb. Amanda couldn’t deny it, even if she wanted to. Her body was aflame with desire and it needed immediate attention. Amanda gripped, tugged, pinched, teased, and toyed with her left breast, as she watched the young girl trying to manage the monstrous meat stick. She too was painfully mauling her own breasts as she alternated hands between her breasts and his cock. She stroked along his glistening length, fingers flicking over the ridged crown before retreating to the base, slowly picking up speed as time passed.

Amanda was so engrossed with the live pornographic scene before her, combined with her own achingly taut tits, that she never registered the fact that the silk sash fastening her robe together had come undone, freeing her flesh to the damp chill air in the basement. Her breasts were now bared, the kimono spread open, dangling dangerously off her shoulders, both hands attending to the orbs giving them the attention they so desired. And she continued to watch.

“It’s never enough! I want more! You want more! Your body wants more! Give in! Just do it!” Amanda’s mind was a blank slate, explosions thundering through her entire being, making her toes curl against the cold cement floor. There was not a single thought that registered, other than the need to satisfy a seemingly unquenchable yearning from deep within. Her right hand trailed along her quaking abdomen, feeling it twitch beneath her touch. Her left hand was brutally mauling her bared breasts as her kimono slipped off her shoulders, gathered awkwardly around her elbows. Her right hand delved under the thin band of her lavender lace panties. God, they were soaked! A single finger traced along the flowering folds, confirming how wet she was. Reaching the upper crevice, she circled her pulsing pea, already peeking out from its protective hood. Amanda stifled the moan that almost escaped, biting her lower lip in the process. The single digit easily plunged to the hilt, squirming and slashing through the syrupy nectar flowing freely. Her eyes fluttered, struggling to focus on the scene in front of her.

Two dainty hands now enveloped the entirety of his thickness, fingers interlocking as they pumped the blood engorged member that seemed to grow even larger. She guided the monstrosity towards her mouth, planting gentle, loving kisses upon its head. She snaked her tongue around the tip with seeming practiced ease before drawing it into her mouth. Her hands continued to pump the shaft as it plunged deeper with each stroke.

“You can’t take your eyes off it!” His words, again, filling her mind and imprinting upon her soul. Amanda tried to convince herself that Tony was talking to the girl on her knees, expertly sucking his shaft, but there was no denying that his words were having an effect on her. Amanda knew she couldn’t look away. She had to see it through to completion … her completion! Her fingers were now furiously fucking her own pussy, driving her to the brink of explosion. She could no longer deny the hunger, the release her body craved. The hand mauling her tit, slid down to join the other, pushing her panties over her hips till they slid effortlessly to her ankles. Leaning against the door jamb, she stepped out of them and widened her stance, granting her easier access as she continued watching the young girl repeatedly take that glorious cock, deeper and deeper with each pump of her hands. With two fingers fucking her furrow, Amanda focused her free hand on her clit, feverishly flicking the pea, causing her body to ripple in tiny tremors as she continued watching the young girl, now effortlessly deepthroating the cock.

Amanda was teetering on the precipice of an orgasm, wanting desperately to dive into the depths of a glorious abyss. She was close, and she could tell he was too. His chest was heaving as his breaths quickened. His hips were thrusting more urgently, now fucking the willing face beneath him. The sounds of his moaning were mixed with the wet sounds of his cock slamming into the back of the girl’s throat. Thick tendrils of saliva were coating his cock on each withdrawal, gravity causing them to drool onto the young girl’s chin and breasts.

Amanda’s breathing had quickened also, matching Tony’s, breath for breath. Her fingers were matching his pace and his verocity. It was as if he was fucking her pussy instead of the young girl’s face.

“I’m gonna cum,” he announced.

Amanda hissed a whispered, “Yesssss,” as his hands weaved into the young girl’s locks, finally pulling her long curls away from her face as he gripped the back of her head for leverage, finally revealing the young beauty’s face to Amanda.

“Ohmigod,” Amanda cried out in a failed attempt to stifle her outburst. Falling into the waves of ecstasy crashing down upon her, Amanda was unable to move, her body convulsing wildly. Her eyes were fluttering, going in and out of focus. She was unable to move as Tony turned his head towards her, capturing her naked form, with both hands still caught in the proverbial cookie jar. Feelings of embarrassment collided with euphoria as her body continued through a series of aftershocks. She was unable to move as her eyes finally focused on the young girl who had been expertly servicing the cock which was now erupting wildly, spraying thick comets into her mouth, across her face and into her hair.

“Tami? …” Amanda could feel her throat tighten as the whispered words spilled from her lips. _Tamara … Tamara Tanner … My daughter Tami! _With her hair pulled back, still in the firm grip of Tony’s fist, Amanda could clearly see her own daughter’s face covered in a thick layer of fresh hot cum. The smile on her face gave her the look of a young porn starlet, eyes caked closed as her tongue continued laving the lance that had speared her throat.

The freedom that had abandoned Amanda earlier, suddenly returned, granting her access to her own body once again. Her mind scrambled to make reason for it all. Without further thought or care, Amanda turned away and ran back up the steps and into the midnight air, but not before catching a sly smirk on Tony’s face.

Once outside, Amanda stopped only once, to make sure she was still breathing. She inhaled a deep breath, feeling as if she hadn’t breathed for the past hour. Her lungs hurt as tears filled her eyes. Amanda ran! Through the Keen’s yard, through the Erikson’s yard, and into the sanctity of her own, before stopping at her own patio door trying to calm her nerves and steady her breathing.

The tears continued unabated for what seemed like an eternity, until there was nothing left in the tank. Only mildly calmed, Amanda’s nerves were again rattled when she tied the sash on her robe. It was then that she realized that her purple lace panties were still laying on the Keen’s basement floor. Panic again set in, her heart, and mind, set racing anew. Her nerves were rattled. There was only one immediate solution.

Amanda walked through the door, silently sliding it closed behind her, leaving it unlocked for Tami. Amanda strode towards the bar, glad to finally have control of her mind and body once again. She grabbed the decanter of scotch, added some ice to a nearby glass and poured a more than generous amount into the glass. It went down easy, and so did the second and third. It wasn’t until the fourth glass that Amanda’s nerves had numbed, dulling every thought and emotion so that she could calm down.