Laundry

Dara sat watching the television as the night wore on. Tony had, with his dad's permission, gone into the basement, where a little office was set up, to apparently work on a computer project for school. David had enough of watching television and announced he was heading upstairs to read a book, and go to bed. He waited momentarily to see if Dara was going to join him.

Dara shifted uncomfortably knowing that she should probably do the same, but was afraid to fall asleep and allow her mind to wander. She suddenly remembered that she hadn't done the laundry and decided that would be a suitable distraction until she could fall into a deep enough sleep. She truly felt **** and helpless, but was fighting her subconscious thoughts with whatever energy she could muster.

"I'm just gonna do a couple loads of laundry and then I'll be up." Dara accepted a quick kiss goodnight from her husband, as was his normal routine, and watched him go up the steps, leaving her alone ... with her thoughts! She had managed to make it through the day. While as stressful as it was, she had managed to keep her unexplained infidelities hidden from the two special men in her life. But what about Colin? She couldn't explain or fathom any reasonable cause for her recent behavior. She swallowed a huge lump that had formed in her throat, trying to stifle the recollection of his penis and how it fit perfectly within her mouth! She felt the knot slowly tighten within her stomach feeling a knowing hunger begin to grow anew, despite having finished the pizza. As the knot tightened, it seemed to squeeze juices that began filling her pussy, a warmth spreading from within. Her hand instinctively traveled over her taut abdomen caressing the flesh beneath the little sundress she'd been wearing all day. Her hand managed to reach the swollen mound of her pubis when suddenly, "STOP IT!" Dara bolted upright on the sofa stomping both feet firmly on the carpeted floor. She quickly covered her mouth, wondering if anyone heard her sudden outburst. She listened intently for a few minutes, and hearing nothing, breathed a sigh of relief. '_I got to keep moving, keep busy, stop thinking ... stop thinking about ... stop thinking abut Colin's cock!'_ "DAMNIT" Dara whispered her disgust and rose to her feet, quickly gathering the laundry and hauled it to the basement.

At the bottom of the steps, she turned and passed by David's office. The door was closed and she could hear Tony tapping away at the keyboard on David's computer. She considered checking in on Tony to make sure he was okay, but decided against it. Rather, she pressed her ear to the door to listen more closely. It sounded as if he were whispering to someone, or maybe just talking to himself. However, the rhythmic tapping of his fingers against that keyboard, kept Dara glued in place. She closed her eyes and within a few seconds was recalling the familiar sound of keystrokes as Colin tapped away, she on her knees awaiting his acknowledgement. 'I need a young man's cock ... to drink from.' The words echoed in the canyon of her mind, once again, a truth she could not deny. 'Haven't got enough ... taste some more!' A unique saltiness began to fill her mouth as she began salivating. Her mind easily conjured up the image of Colin's impressive cock, standing proud and firm. 'Satisfy ... very nice ... cooperative ... helpful ... in need!' Dara stuck the middle two fingers into her mouth and began suckling her digits. 'Cock hungry ... favorite cock ... fingers are really a cock!' Dara's hand was pumping in synchronization to the keystrokes on the other side of the door, her cheeks hollowing as she orally laved and loved the cock sliding in and out of her mouth. She absentmindedly slipped the 'cock' from her mouth and slid it down to her creamy, engorged labia, running it back and forth along its length. 'Masturbate ... want ...' The slicked digits easily penetrated the entrance and delved deep into her sodden depths. Once again, each thrust into her depths was timed perfectly with the keystrokes pounding away on the other side of the door. Dara could feel herself getting close, her vaginal walls clutching tightly to the invading member. 'Fingers are really a cock ... masturbate ... want cock ... favorite cock ... in need ... such a SLUT!' "Unngh FUCK!" Dara erupted in a gushing orgasm, unable to stifle her release, suddenly realizing her outburst as the tapping had ceased and Tony's realization that his mother was on the other side of the door.

"Ma? Is that you? Are you all right" Before Dara could even respond, Tony was standing at the opened doorway, towering over her as she lay sprawled out on the floor, leaning over the laundry basket.