Chapter 9: Morning Shenanigans...

Fellatio was definitely the best thing to wake up to, ever. It was the first coherent thought Alex had that morning. The welcoming, affectionate mouth and smooth hand that concentrated upon his very erect flesh had him absolutely convinced.

His next thought came out in an appreciative groan. "I'm starting to believe you really like doing this." Alex tilted his head just enough to look down at his gorgeous wake-up call, who simply winked at him and continued. "My life is awesome."

Lorelei paused long enough to say, "Wait for it," then went back to slowly sucking him off.

"...tellin' ya, the women in my life are absolutely no fun anymore," whined the morning DJ from Alex's clock radio. "All my ex wants is alimony and all my wife wants out of me is to listen to her bitch and moan about her feelings and her social life, and—"

Alex laughed a bit. If this guy only knew, he thought, knowing Lorelei had set up exactly that. Soon, Alex reached out with one hand and fumbled for the snooze button. "Jackass," he muttered. The feeling of Lorelei giggling softly added a nice dimension to the sensations her mouth provided. Alex groaned again. His left hand reached down to stroke her hair. His right fumbled for the power cord of the clock radio until he had it unplugged.

"Bet he'd have a happier marriage if he wasn't such a whiner," Alex mumbled.

"Very perceptive," Lorelei broke off to say. "Why do you listen to him, then?"

"He wasn't always there. I keep forgetting to change the station... and I really don't want to think about anything else right now but you and what you're doing."

"Yes, master," she whispered.

She spoiled him for awhile, moving slowly enough that he didn't near orgasm right away. Finally, however, she began to work more intently. The experience quickly went from pleasure for its own sake to a very specific goal. Once again, Lorelei eagerly swallowed down everything he had to give, making sincere, satisfied noises as if it was the best taste on earth. She made sure he was completely cleaned off and every bit of his seed was consumed before she slipped up the length of his body into a grateful embrace.

"Good morning," she murmured, kissing him lightly.

"Good morning to you. So is that part of how you kill people?"

"If I were trying to kill you, I'd never have let you get any sleep."

"I feel like I slept." His eyes opened, and he felt wide awake. "I feel like I slept all night. After having sex all night. Wow, when did I go to sleep?"

"I brought you to sleep at a bit past four, I believe."

"Two hours?"

"It was what you needed. I'm trying to control myself, master," Lorelei conceded dryly.

Alex laughed, then glanced at the now blank clock radio. "Well, now I don't know what time it is. Time to get up and get going, at any rate. Um, you...?"

"I would follow you and bathe you if you like, but it sounds as if you would prefer not to be too distracted this morning."

"No. I mean are you going to be okay with staying today? Or not, really -- I mean, I'm not telling you not to go anywhere, I would just like it if you were here when I come home." He opened his mouth to speak again after a moment, but Lorelei promptly closed it for him.

"If you stammer out an apology for making such a simple request of me, you'll be back to waking up to that insipid disc jockey every morning."

Instinctively, Alex searched for words to apologize for making so many apologies. Then, with Lorelei's hand still over his mouth, he realized she saw that coming, too, and began to laugh. She smiled back at him and let him up. "Go," she said with a shooing motion. "Shower. You smell like you've been having sex all night."

"That's crazy talk," Alex chuckled as he grabbed some clean clothes. "Ask anyone. I don't know what to do with girls. I'm still a pure, innocent virgin."

"We shall have to sacrifice you to some terrible demon princess, then."

At the door, Alex blinked. He turned back to her. "Are you really a prin—"

"No! Go shower!"

He was quick about it. Showered, shaved and ready to go within fifteen minutes. Alex felt more energized than he had in a long time. By then, he had found his cell phone and realized that he needed to get a bit of a move on. Lorelei wasn't in the bedroom when he came in to get dressed, but he paid that no mind. He simply threw on a shirt and some cargo pants, then headed downstairs to grab something to eat.

Outside his bedroom he was stopped in his tracks. Michelle's door was ajar, which in itself wouldn't have been interesting, but his mother was directly in view. She had her back turned toward the door as she got dressed... in black stockings with black garters, a black strapless bra and black thong panties.

Alex was every bit as mesmerized by her as he was by the ladies at work the day before. In fact, it was worse, as her clothing and even something about her posture seemed so overtly sexual.

She looked amazing. They had been at a pool party not too long ago, and while his mother had never been fat, she still had a little sag here and there. Now, she looked fit and trim, arguably ready for modeling.

Michelle stood in her room, looking around for things she needed. Alex got a good side view to go with the look from the rear when she turned to look for something. That belly was tight, and those breasts...

...are not what I should be looking at, Alex thought. He shook his head and quickly headed down the stairs. Not that I won't be seeing that in my head all day long. Holy shit. He didn't feel especially guilty about it, but he didn't think he should fixate on it, either. That was his mother. Still. Wow. Hot.

The thought was enough to make him forget about looking for Lorelei for a moment. He wondered, absently, if she might have something to do with that... or, unsettlingly, if the effect Lorelei's attentions had on his relations with other women might have some effect.

Rummaging through the refrigerator, however, he figured that was unlikely. Lorelei said that had to do with her kiss and scent or something. Yet he hadn't spoken to his mom since he met Lorelei. Even at this moment, he had just gotten out of the shower.

Maybe she'd just been working out more than he thought? Maybe she met someone at the office and didn't want to say anything yet?

Cereal implements in hand, Alex settled down at the dining room table. It wasn't a big dining room, providing just enough space for a decent table right outside the kitchen. The thought occurred to him as he began to eat that the table was just big enough to throw a woman on and have his way with her. He chuckled, thinking it was silly that he was still thinking about sex after the night he'd just had, but then maybe that's how things would be from now on. It didn't seem so bad.

As if to punctuate that, Lorelei rounded the far corner of the kitchen and came walking through it toward him. She wore one of his dress shirts, unbuttoned, and not much of anything else. The whole "girl in man's shirt the morning after" thing had always seemed like a contrivance for photo spreads and movies to him before, but now he was a believer. Lorelei sauntered in as he watched her, then planted an affectionate kiss at the back of his neck. Her hands slipped around his chest, then down, and even began opening his pants up.

"I like the way you look at me."

"I like looking at you."

"Alex, are you talking to someone down there?" his mother called down. Her footsteps down the stairs made plenty of noise.

Alex looked up to Lorelei in concern.

"She cannot see or hear me," Lorelei shrugged. "And she'll just ignore anything that would indicate my presence." Then a naughty smile overcame her. "In fact..." she murmured. Before Alex could say anything in reply, Lorelei ducked under and backward to move under the table. She moved like some sort of ninja.

Just as she did so, Michelle came into the kitchen.

"Hey, sleepyhead," his mother smiled. Alex was staring almost immediately; she wasn't entirely done dressing yet. Her make-up was perfect, but her clothes weren't yet done. Her own dress shirt wasn't completely buttoned and she was still fumbling with her skirt. It all left her showing off alluring cleavage and flashing bits of her lingerie as she adjusted things in what was an entirely unnecessary display... not that Alex was coherent enough to think it contrived. She did an excellent job in capturing a very naughty secretary look.

"...Mom?" Alex stammered.

Soothing, enticing hands freed his rock-hard phallus from his pants and underwear.

"Yes? Hm?"

"Ah. Is that, um, a new outfit?" Those hands began to stroke him with an expert touch.

"No, silly," she smiled. "I mean, it might fit a bit better. I lost a little weight and decided to treat myself to a few accessories," his mother winked at him.

His mother never winked at him. It seemed innocent enough. Not exactly flirty, just maybe confident or conspiratorial. But winking just wasn't in her non-verbal vocabu ---

-- a warm, beckoning tongue swept along the length of his flesh.

"Do I look good?" Michelle asked, turning this way and that. He was now completely in Lorelei's mouth.

"You do. I mean, yeah, Mom, you look great. Uh, but... your skirt's not zipped," Alex gasped out.

"Oh. Could you help with that?" she asked absently as she moved closer and turned away from him.

That black silk thong was showing. So was the top of her garter. Somehow, his mother had gone from "my mom's pretty for her age" to "oh my god, dat ass." He reached over to take hold of her skirt and zip it for her with trembling, embarrassed hands.

So wrong.

Alex could feel the mouth on his cock curl into a mischievous smile. He felt the light touch of her teeth.

The task finished, Michelle turned back to him and said, "Thank you," with a pleasant smile. She slowly began buttoning her shirt up the rest of the way. Alex's mother seemed utterly oblivious to both his staring and what she was doing to invite it.

So very wrong.

"You were out really late on Sunday night. What were you up to?"

"Yeah. Just. Um. Photography homework. I didn't want to leave it until last night." Lorelei's smile had faded back into sweet, sucking lips.

"Well, that's progress, I guess. Always procrastinating. Anything new at work?"

"Not... really?"

His mother shrugged. "Well, we've got clients coming in today. They'll probably want to go out to some bar or something afterwards. Salespeople," she said, rolling her eyes.

"Tricksy people."

"Yeah."

"Just terrible, going out to a bar. Some nice, handsome guy might make a pass at you. Try to get your phone number or ask you out. Dangerous stuff." Alex responded while trying to not be distracted by Lorelei's tongue against his balls while being buried in his throat.

"Oh. Pfff. Sure," Michelle blushed. "Anyway, I might be home late."

"Well," Alex said, trying to blink away the sensations overwhelming his cock for just a moment of seriousness, "if you have a couple drinks and you're not sure about driving, don't feel bad about calling me for a ride home. I'll come get you. It's okay."

Michelle shrugged. "Sure, honey. I've got to go."

"Um, Mom? Your shirt's not buttoned right." Lorelei's ministrations grew more intense. He fought to keep his eyes from rolling back into his head.

She looked down at herself. "Oh, you're right. Yikes," she mumbled. A moment later, the buttons were fixed so she wasn't showing off her cleavage like before. "Thanks."

With that finally fixed, she didn't look so overtly sexy. Just pretty and vibrant and well put-together... but Alex knew more than that, and couldn't get it out of his head.

She paused to bend over a bit and give Alex a kiss on the forehead and a look down her shirt that he couldn't possibly turn his widening eyes away from. "Have a good day!" she waved on her way out.

As soon as she was gone, Alex had both hands on Lorelei's bobbing head. Interrogating her could wait 'til she'd finished what she started.