Chapter 24: The Desires of Michelle...

Michelle knew the dreams would come again. Getting settled for bed, her thoughts had been in a tug-of-war between Alex and Eddie. She felt a touch guilty about that; her son had been shot, for God's sake, and turned out to be running around with a woman so plainly, ridiculously out of his league that it was maddening. He was headed for a crushing heartbreak with that one. With all that, she shouldn't have been thinking about her own flirtatious relations, but there it was.

Thoughts of motherly concern and the excitement of getting such pleasing, intriguing attention from an attractive gentleman (and wouldn't it be fun to get him to be less gentlemanly?) carried her through shedding her make-up, brushing her teeth...

...and fell away along with her clothes as she shed them in front of the mirror.

She undressed slowly, watching herself as her hands roamed her own body. Michelle didn't deeply question how she'd lost that weight, toned up her figure, and improved her complexion. Her breasts had more sag in them before; how could that get better on its own? It was curious, but she did try to take care of herself. Something within told her not to look the gift horse in the mouth.

Egotistical as it sounded, Michelle felt turned on just being herself over the last couple of days. She looked good, knew it, felt energized. And if nobody knew that watching herself in the mirror turned her on, tapping into desires that she had never felt before -- or, at least, never admitted to -- where was the harm? It didn't impact how she treated others.

Michelle's hands moved up her body and gently cupped her breasts. "I've gotten so sensitive lately," as she watched her nipples harden from the light touch. "I really need to get laid."

Michelle then turned and slipped into bed nude. She was turned on, with no one to take care of it but herself. For tonight, at least, that sounded just fine. She had a twinge of guilt and self-deprecation about it, but only a twinge. At forty years old, divorced and dateless for years, Michelle was genuinely excited about being alone in her own bed. Directly across from the bed was a mirror over her dresser, placed there out of practicality but now a vivid enhancement to her solo fun.

She stacked up her pillows pushed away the comforter and the top sheet, settled in against the soft cushioning behind her, and closed her eyes. Her hands slowly roamed all over her body while her mind entertained various naughty thoughts.

She envisioned Eddie crawling up onto her, naked and... well, probably in better shape than he actually was, but it was her fantasy. At least his gut didn't sag over his belt like most men their age. That said a lot. So did the repeated subtle "adjustments" she saw him making in his trousers tonight when she flirted with him at the bar. He seemed to have a rather nice package.

Eddie had a very nice face, and seemed like a very nice man. If he was a few years younger than her, what of that? It wasn't anything like the difference between her son and his new girlfriend.

Mm. Alex and his new girlfriend. That was like shifting up two gears at once. Michelle's breath got heavier, and while one hand still slid up and down her body from inner thigh to breast, the other was very dedicated to the increasing wetness and pleasure between her legs. So shameful to think of her son like that. Alex replaced Eddie in her mind, upright before her on his knees, hands possessively gripping her ass while his cock split her open.

She whimpered as she imagine his hands all over her like he was taking possession of her, his mother. Such thoughts were beyond naughty, and were accompanied (perhaps heightened?) by no small amount of guilt, but then, nobody needed to know.

Visions of rolling in the bed with Lorelei danced in her head, too, and that was about as privately scandalous. Yet she'd had to come to terms with both of these tracks within her over the last couple nights. Michelle had felt attraction to other women in college, but smothered it because of her upbringing. She'd even denied it to her husband -- who would've only sought his own gratification with such knowledge, anyway.

But looking at herself in the mirror, fingers now swirling away over her clit while others teased the rest of her wet flesh, she couldn't deny it. If the woman in the mirror came onto her (and how great was it to actually be that woman?), she'd have to go for it. Figure out some way to meet up, keep things private, have some fun. Why would Lorelei be any different?

A half-formed fantasy of "discussing" the relationship between Lorelei and her son with the dark-haired beauty entered her mind. Standing close enough to feel one another's breath, murmuring softly so as not to be overheard... "I realize you two are going to do whatever you want," she'd say as she slipped her fingers under the shoulder-strap of the other woman's dress, "but I could be convinced to let things run their course without my interference..."

Lorelei wouldn't balk at that. She seemed experienced, collected. Such an aura of sexuality there. Somehow Michelle just knew that that woman would have no objections to another woman's attentions. Maybe I could even have Alex between my legs pounding me mercilessly.

That fantasy, and the orgasm that soon wracked her entire body, brought Michelle to sleep after a very busy day.

In her dreams, however, she got very thoroughly fucked again.

Lorelei came to lay over her, sliding skin on skin and face to face with the mother of her master as she slept. Michelle didn't entirely awaken but wasn't entirely asleep, which was what Lorelei wanted. The succubus slipped over Michelle to bring her damp, needful pussy up against Michelle's. The mother would need more direct stimulation than that, of course, but that was partly why the tail was so useful.

Her first kiss awakened Michelle's lips, coercing them into opening for the invasion of Lorelei's tongue. Weak and mostly asleep but still very appreciative, Michelle's arms closed around her fantasy lover as they kissed. Her hands roamed, as did Lorelei's. The two writhed together in passion. As with the rest, Michelle didn't question the sensations between her legs.

Lorelei smiled wickedly as she slide her tail back and forth between Michelle's lips. Michelle laid back and relaxed even more as she simply gave in to whatever was touching her so arousingly. She spread her legs wider and lifted her hips slightly wanting more.

Fingers ran though Michelle's hair, gently pulling her head back. She obliged, exposing her neck to Lorelei and getting the gentle, sucking kisses that resulted. "Tell me your secrets, Michelle," Lorelei whispered to her.

Michelle panted in a mix of pleasure and shame. "I'm becoming a slut."

"Ssshhhh, it's okay, it's okay," Lorelei soothed her with kisses and whispers trailing all around her ears, her neck, her mouth. "Trust me. Tell me."

"I'm so horny... I want sex so bad... I need you so badly."

"I'm here. I'll take care of you, don't worry," Lorelei grinned audibly. Her tail gave another long stroke of Michelle's lower lips, and the mother shivered. "I won't leave you 'til you've cum again."

"Thank you," Michelle managed to say before her mouth was devoured by another long kiss. She couldn't stop moving against the body laying on top of her. Every inch of her felt so wonderful. She almost felt electrically charged with pleasure. "I put on a show for my son today," she confessed in whispers. "I was a such slut right in front of him. He had to have seen so much. I wanted him to bend me over the table and fuck me. I'm so bad."

"Your son doesn't see anything wrong with a woman being slutty," Lorelei's smile brushed against Michelle's quivering mouth. "As long as you're discreet. Were you slutty for anyone else?"

"Just you. Just you. Oh..."

"Good. You don't have to be a slut for your son anymore, Michelle."

"Mnh. No?"

"Only as much as you like. I won't ask anymore."

"Are you mad?"

"No," Lorelei breathed, kissing her encouragingly. "You did very well. I just had to see... if it pleases you, do as you like. But now I know that you'll be a slut for me, won't you?"

"Yes. Oh yes."

"Don't be ashamed. Your son would approve, if he knew. Don't feel ashamed at all."

"He would?" She gasped softly as both of their hands continued to roam. Their bodies rose and fell with one another's pleasures.

"Yes. What's wrong with being sexy? Having sex? Even if it's lots of sex? Alex just doesn't want you hurt. Were you slutty with others?"

"No... just Alex and you. Mostly with you." Michelle moaned loudly and uncontrollably then, a product of Lorelei's rewarding touch.

"Not even with Eddie? He seems like a nice man."

"Oh. I like Eddie. I thought about it, but we got called. Alex was hurt."

"Yes. But tomorrow?"

"I should stay home with Alex tomorrow."

"No, Michelle. You need to go to work and talk to Eddie again. Alex will feel bad if you stay home with him. He'll be fine. I won't mind if things start between you and Eddie. We will still have our time. Not every night, but you'll be satisfied."

"Hhhhh. Maybe. Maybe." Her hands went to the sides of Lorelei's breasts, sliding to cup and fondle them. Lorelei rose up a bit on her knees to allow for it.

"What else, Michelle?" A tongue snaked under her ear, darting under her lobe.

"My son's... girlfriend. Lorelei."

"Mmmm, yes."

"I don't trust her, but I... I want her."

Lorelei's eyebrow rose appreciatively. "Are you comfortable with that?"

"No. She's another woman. Am I... am I becoming a...?"

"No, Michelle," Lorelei chuckled soothingly. "You are what you've always been, but have always denied. Enjoy it. Would you steal her from your son?"

"No. I don't want to hurt him. I want him happy. She just seems so beyond him. She's so beautiful."

"Give them a chance," Lorelei whispered. "Maybe it will work out fine. But if you want her, but wouldn't steal her, then what are you thinking, naughty girl?"

"Nothing," Michelle breathed back. "Just fantasies. She's so hot and sexy."

"So are you," Lorelei said into their next long, passionate kiss. Lorelei ground herself against Michelle, letting up in neither her kiss nor her attention to Michelle's building climax. She had accomplished everything she needed here. Gratification could be found, surely, and she enjoyed Michelle and all, but there was an ever-closer bond of pleasure and... more in the other bedroom.

Lorelei timed it carely and slid her tail deeply into Michelle's pussy causing her to moan loudly. She started pummeling and twisting her tail inside Michelle as she continued licking and kissing her neck and ear. Lorelei then kissed her way to Michelle's lips and kissed her passionately.

The grunts, moans and sighs of Michelle's mind-numbing orgasm erupted directly into Lorelei's kiss. The succubus lingered long enough to soothe and settle her partner back into slumber with soft kisses and affectionate tones. With a last look at Michelle's naked, sated body, Lorelei left the bedroom quite pleased with herself.