Chapter 62: Michelle's Weekend...

Michelle couldn't remember the last time she'd had such a good weekend.

Eddie had left her exactly as she'd asked him to: spread out on her bed, naked and well-fucked. She could have gone for more, and indeed felt insatiable all weekend, but he had made a valiant effort and certainly delivered above and beyond the call of duty. It wasn't like he hadn't gotten the job done one way or the other, either. He was fit, he was fun, he was attentive, and Michelle found that she was delightfully responsive to him.

He'd also been a perfect gentleman. Friday night had been the sort of dinner and dancing that she hadn't had in a long time. He held the door for her, threw his jacket over her shoulders while they were outside, never once got out of line or got cocky. They hadn't even been out an hour, though, before she was very sure she was taking him home with her and not letting him go anywhere until Sunday.

He had only gotten randy and dirty with Michelle at her own very overt instigation. She thrilled to the adorably dazzled look in his eyes when her dress came off. After that, she couldn't resist indulging him all weekend. In fact, she was already thinking of fun and naughty things to do with him the next time she saw him before he was even gone.

The only disappointment -- if she could call it that, really -- was in the way she was still alive with sexual arousal after he'd left. He would have stayed if she asked. She was sure of that. He'd have made another chivalrous foray between her legs with his fingers and his tongue, since his cock had already performed beyond any reasonable expectation and had to be pretty sore by now. Michelle kept herself in check, though, letting him leave her splayed and pleased and happy. It'd be better for both of them if he left her wanting at least a little more.

She thought it over while her fingers moved in stimulating swirls over her clit. It wasn't like she was actually disappointed. A minor inequality in which of them was more eager than the other, nothing more. He was certainly an improvement over her ex-husband in every way.

Neither of them wanted to rush anything. They were old and wary enough not to jump to conclusions. But at the same time, they were clearly looking at one another as keepers. Michelle was reliving all of it as the pleasure between her legs swelled and her breathing became heavier and the doorbell rang.

Dammit.

She seriously considered ignoring it. It wasn't like a person was obligated to answer every visitor. It wasn't as if Sunday afternoon was a likely time for anything more important than proselytizers or kids selling something for the school fundraiser. But Michelle had neighbors, and some of them were single parents, and damn if she didn't know how tough that was. She had extended her hand in aid more than once before. It might be someone in need.

"Just a moment!" she called out, hoping they would hear. She wondered if that call was louder than the ones she'd been giving out all weekend, but shrugged it off. If it was anything important, they'd likely wait. Michelle grabbed her long bathrobe off the chair -- out from under the discarded lacy shelf bra and garters, she noticed with a smile -- and slipped it on. She paused only to throw some lotion on her hands to cover up any other embarrassing scents before she descended to the bottom of the stairs.

Then she opened the door to find herself face to face with her son's older, disturbingly gorgeous and sexy new "girlfriend." Lorelei was there in a blue dress with her hands folded at her front and a soft, friendly expression on her face. "Miss Carlisle," she said, "I hope I haven't come at a bad time?"

Michelle just blinked. "Ah, no -- I mean -- is everything alright? Is Alex with you?"

Lorelei shook her head. "No. I've been with him all weekend, but he met up with a friend and they had some catching up to do. I had a few matters to take care of myself, so I left him to it. My first concern was the hope of speaking with you, if you have the time."

Truthfully, there couldn't really have been a more awkward time. Michelle was just coming off a weekend-long romp and was still very turned on, and now she was faced with this...woman who stirred worrisome feelings in her. But her son seemed perfectly serious about her, and Lorelei seemed both earnest and even a little worried. The last time she'd seen Lorelei was in the hospital. If Michelle turned Lorelei away now, who knows what effect it would have on her relationship with her own son? Certainly nothing permanent, but...

Michelle opened the door further and stepped back to allow Lorelei inside. "Come in, please," she said, brushing a lock of her blonde hair from her face. "I'm sorry I'm a bit disheveled. I just got done working out and haven't had a chance to shower."

"Oh, don't even think on it," Lorelei replied. Her eyes never left Michelle's, leaving the blonde feeling almost trapped. "You look fine. I imagine most women only wished they looked as good when all put together as you do after a workout."

Michelle blinked again. She really didn't know what to say to that. She felt very flattered to hear such a comment from a beauty like Lorelei. Michelle was sure she was blushing. "Um, thank you," she managed, now completely off her game. "Can I offer you coffee or anything?"

"Just your time," Lorelei said. "We got off on the wrong foot and we met under the worst of circumstances, and I know that Alex and I might seem like an unlikely match." Her tone was earnest, apologetic and sincere. There was a penitent look in her eyes that Michelle would never have expected.

Letting out a huff of agreement, Michelle said, "You really are. How much older are you than he is? You do know he's not even twenty yet, right?"

"I know," Lorelei said. "I am indeed much older. Even older than I look, I'll admit. But in that, I have to tell you that Alex is...everything I have ever wanted. I won't say that the difference of age and experience is an issue, but in some ways it's a bit of a comfort for both of us."

"You know he's never had a real girlfriend? But I take it you've had some other relationships?" Lorelei nodded slowly. "Several. I have been married, actually, and widowed."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. It's now ancient history, and loveless at the end if I am to be honest about it. What I mean to say is that I have had more than enough of what I don't want to know the true value of what I have now."

"You don't think that'll change with time? You don't think that you could find what you want with someone closer to your age and experience?"

"There will never be another man for me like Alex. Miss Carlisle, I will never leave him for anyone else, nor will I ever cheat on him or even look astray. Were there any oath I could take on that to convince you, I would gladly do so. I am here because I don't want you to worry about what will happen between your son and I. He means so very much to me. I would never hurt him."

Michelle frowned. "Look, he is an adult now. He has to make his own mis—choices," she corrected, but then sighed. "I'm sorry. You're right; I'm worried about this. You. I'm judgmental. I'm protective. My son and I have always been very close."

"He has said as much, and it is obvious in the things he doesn't say. He thinks the world of you. I have no wish to come between you...though inevitably that is something that can happen when a son or daughter takes a lover."

Michelle shook her head. "I was ready to let him go when he tried to join the Army. He wants to stand on his own two feet and I don't want him to lean on me anymore than he has to. Look, I'm sorry if this seems blunt, but you look like you're doing pretty well for yourself. What is it you do for a living?"

"I have had a couple of career changes," Lorelei said without missing a beat. "Mostly in the entertainment field. At the moment, I am somewhat blessed with leisure time. But regardless, I have a number of investments and I own several businesses that can essentially run themselves. Nightclubs and such."

"You're an entertainment entrepreneur," Michelle said with more than a hint of skepticism.

"I understand you're a businesswoman yourself. I would be more than happy to go into details, but I'd hate to change the subject here."

Exasperation prevented Michelle from responding right away. She was still energized and aroused from her wild weekend, which had ended a little too soon for her taste just minutes before. Lorelei was fabulously beautiful and standing almost uncomfortably close, leaving Michelle feeling very naked underneath her robe. Yet here they were talking about the most important person in her world in a context that Michelle was really not comfortable with.

She took in a deep breath and released it. Her mouth twitched in a grin of wry amusement at Lorelei's claims and her own frustration. Michelle needed to shift into cutthroat businesswoman mode and felt like she just couldn't get entirely there. She put a hand on the banister of the staircase next to her as if to steady herself.

"Sure," Michelle managed to say. "My point is that he's young and idealistic, but he has no real direction in his life yet. But nothing he's ever been interested in is the sort of thing that pulls in a lot of money or status."

"I'm not sure why that would matter? I'm certainly not interested in him for those things."

"No, but there's...there's an ambition gap there. Priorities. When he was ten and it was just him and me after I got divorced, and I pay all the bills let alone buy him presents for Christmas, he said all he wanted was to see me be happy. And he meant it. What ten year-old thinks like that? And that's how he's always been."

A quiet, soft smile spread across Lorelei's face. "That doesn't exactly lessen my feelings for him."

"No, but don't you...I'm not trying to call you materialistic. I hardly even know you. But everything about you just says to me that you and he must have such very different mindsets. You don't think that would have an effect on the health of this relationship in the long-term? You don't think someday you'd see him as...I don't know, lazy? Unambitious? I mean, he's not, but whatever he does with his life, I doubt it'll be anything that makes lots of money. You'll wind up feeling like you're carrying him. That doesn't sound like a potential issue to you?"

"Not at all. We've already talked about finances. Miss Carlisle...we both love Alex. You as a mother should, I as his lover. As I've said, you mean the world to him. Everything I've heard about you says you are a wonderful person. It pains me to think that you would look on me with suspicion or disapproval."

"Did you say 'lover?' You met a week ago," Michelle said. "Seems like a bit of a rush for someone who's older and wiser."

"I did, but it's not a rush," Lorelei said, smiling soothingly and almost innocently. She even put her hand over Michelle's on the banister. Michelle's eyes turned to it as her breath turned a touch shaky. Lorelei continued, "As I've said, this isn't so much about getting to know him. I've seen all I need. I know all that I must. I love your son, deeply and more truly than anything I've ever known. He loves me. We have trust."

"S-so wh-what's my say got to, um, matter in this?" Michelle swallowed. She glanced up at Lorelei. The dark-haired beauty was maddeningly self-composed, even smiling disarmingly.

"I want you to be more comfortable with me. With my relationship with your son, but also just between us, specifically."

"Does..." Michelle swallowed. "Does he know you're here?"

"No. I know he wanted to work this out with you, but I did, too. I saw that there might be an opportunity today and took it. I imagine a businesswoman such as yourself would understand the value of opportunism," Lorelei grinned.

That hand over Michelle's moved, gently and enticingly, with Lorelei's fingers caressing over Michelle's wrist. It should have been awkward. Unwelcome. Michelle didn't pull away.

"I don't...keep secrets from my son," Michelle managed to say.

"I do not ask you to," Lorelei shrugged. She stepped a little closer, and her voice became softer and more conspiratorial. "But there is secrecy and then there is discretion. I wouldn't be here if I thought for a moment that it would displease Alex, Miss Carlisle."

"Michelle," she corrected, a touch more softly than she had intended. She was having a lot of reactions that she didn't intend, in fact.

"Thank you," Lorelei smiled. "You should know that Alex and I have talked about secrets, Michelle. He really doesn't mind if I have a few."

"Wh-what kind of, um, secrets?"

"Intimate ones," Lorelei murmured.

A thrill ran through Michelle's center. She wasn't just a little rocky from her weekend with Eddie anymore. She was actually horny all over again now. Something in Lorelei's voice as it drew closer and quieter gave her the sort of vibrant rush that Michelle had felt all week when she went to bed, only it wasn't just under the surface this time.

She was completely amazed by this feeling of arousal. Couldn't explain it, didn't understand it. She also couldn't understand how Lorelei had come so close to her, or why she wasn't objecting.

"We should really get to know one another much, much better, Michelle," Lorelei said. She was close enough to kiss her.

Michelle's mouth and throat felt very dry. "I thought that's what we were doing," she said with an equally soft tone. She didn't mean to drop her voice like that. She meant to keep things casual, to avoid sending out the wrong signals. She had trouble thinking of what those wrong signals were and how to avoid them.

"Better than mere conversation," Lorelei corrected, and then kissed her.

Michelle didn't mean to kiss back. It was reflexive, involuntary. Her eyes went wide. She hadn't meant to do it, but she had, and she couldn't deny that it felt incredible. Lorelei's hand was still over hers on the banister. She touched Michelle's free arm with the other, slipping down along her elbow and wrist as she kissed Michelle again. This time it was no surprise at all, but Michelle still did nothing to stop it.

Suddenly Michelle felt as if all Eddie had done was tease her all weekend to get her spun up and vulnerable. That was crazy, of course, and unfair. He'd been wonderful. She'd take him again in a second. She wished desperately that he were here now, because maybe, just maybe, he'd be able to turn her away from kissing this utterly undeniable woman who was now slipping up against Michelle without meeting the slightest resistance.

Seconds later that void of resistance became actual cooperation. Michelle's eyes fluttered closed. Something she had only toyed with in dreams after a brief dalliance in college became a very real and deep desire. Lorelei was touching her. Michelle touched back. The kiss became hungry, passionate. Michelle brought her free hand up along Lorelei's shoulder. Lorelei's hand then moved to the sash of Michelle's bathrobe, slipping it open.

Michelle didn't stop her.

The hands on the banister fell away, only to quickly become part of their mutual exploration. Michelle's robe was open to her now. The feeling of Lorelei's touch against her bare skin made Michelle feel as alive and were met with as much of a welcome as any lover in the past. Michelle felt her nipples hardening, felt the burning need between her legs for the touch of her son's—

"I can't do this," Michelle gasped. She didn't step back, though. Lorelei didn't let up, merely moving from Michelle's mouth to her neck. "I can't. You're my son's girlfriend. I can't."

"I have permission to play with other women," Lorelei murmured soothingly. Her every word came in just the right tone to drive Michelle wild. "He doesn't mind. He wants me to have what I want. But it's sexier if he doesn't know about this."

"He's my son."

"He is my lover. I would never betray him." Lorelei's tongue trailed maddeningly behind Michelle's ear. "I am here because it is not betrayal. It's an indulgence."

"Eddie. I'm seeing someone." Lorelei's hand slid up Michelle's side underneath her robe and cupped the side of her breast. It felt incredibly good. Michelle wanted more.

"Have you made a commitment?"

"No."

"Then what Eddie doesn't know won't hurt him. When there is a commitment, we will come to an understanding. Until then...let me be the happiest secret of your life."

Michelle opened her mouth to say something else in half-hearted protest, but found it filled with Lorelei's lips and tongue. Her hands came to Michelle's and guided the blonde into slipping the shoulder straps off of Lorelei's dress. Michelle only needed that little bit of encouragement; she willingly did the rest of the unwrapping herself and allowing Lorelei to do the same for her.

Their nude bodies pressed together as they devoured one another's kiss. Lorelei began to use her nails. Michelle tensed and squirmed against that delicious touch, pulling herself very close. They stayed in that long exploratory embrace for as long as Michelle could stand it. Finally she broke off the kiss, leaning back to look on the other woman.

What Michelle needed to see was an absence of arrogance. Confidence and excitement were fine, but Michelle couldn't stand to see her partner gloating if she were to escalate. Michelle might not have been the instigator, but she wouldn't go to bed as anything less than an equal.

The only things she saw were hunger, passion, and hope.

"Come upstairs," Michelle rasped. She took Lorelei by the hand and let her to her bedroom, feeling sexy and beautiful and only just dirty enough to make it that much more exciting. She blinked when she saw the state of her bedroom, but then Lorelei was smoothly against her back with those amazing hands teasing her here and there.

"There was a very lucky man in this room not long ago," Lorelei observed in Michelle's ear.

"I wanted more," Michelle admitted, leaning back into Lorelei. "He was great, but I was... I'm so hungry."

"He will rise to the occasion," Lorelei smiled. She kissed Michelle's neck, dragging her teeth along the other woman's skin while one hand slipped between her legs and up all the way. Before long, Michelle allowed herself to be laid on her back in the bed. Those gentle, electrifying talons of Lorelei's scraped over Michelle's shoulders and then down across her chest, drawing Michelle into an involuntary, squirming arch before letting her settle back again.

Lorelei's smile was predatory and playful at the same time. She leaned in to Michelle, one hand between the blonde's slightly spread legs while her breasts hung against her partner's. Michelle ran her fingers through Lorelei's silky black hair, pulling her in for another ravenous kiss. There would be a lot of that, they both knew. Michelle's mouth plunged into Lorelei's while the aggressor's fingers began to dig gently into Michelle's very welcoming pussy.

Experience didn't seem to be a problem here. Lorelei welcomed Michelle's touch, giving in at every turn even while she remained on top. Her composure seemed to finally wane when Michelle brought one hand up between Lorelei's own legs. The seductress trembled and let out approving noises, but she didn't tumble. If anything, the way she held herself above Michelle even as she was so blissfully manipulated gave Michelle a sinful measure of satisfaction.

The fact that Lorelei came first made Michelle even more satisfied. Suddenly her kiss had slackened, her mouth opening to allow loud moans of pleasure to escape. It seemed unreal that Lorelei could keep up the pace of her attention between Michelle's legs even as her face contorted in ecstasy, but it happened. Michelle's own orgasm was well on its way while she was treated to the spectacle of Lorelei cumming on top of her and on her hand.

When the moment passed, Lorelei's eyes fluttered open. A very satisfied yet still excited smile spread across her face. Michelle basked in that beauty even as her mind and body were flooded with endorphins from Lorelei's touch. Lorelei's head descended, kissing Michelle's full breasts with abandon even as Michelle's pussy tightened and began to send convulsions through her entire body. Where Lorelei had moaned out nonsensical pleading noises, Michelle was given to loud, hoarse breathing when she came.

They laughed together in one another's arms as Michelle came down from that height of pleasure. "This isn't something I've ever done," she admitted.

"I'll be very happy to show you," Lorelei offered smoothly. "It will only get better with practice." "What, how to fool around behind my son and my boyfriend's backs?"

Lorelei grinned. "That, too. Alex is fine. He will enjoy the suspense and the suspicion, I promise you. But I will not come between you and Eddie. I don't want to ruin that for you. When the time comes, we will work out whatever we must."

"I shouldn't be okay with this. I'm not okay with this."

"Your smile and your body say otherwise," Lorelei countered. She kissed Michelle, who willingly kissed returned her affections.

"Why are you doing this?" Michelle asked.

"Because I am allowed. Because you are a beautiful person," Lorelei said, moving down along Michelle's body with short but voracious kisses that kept Michelle's body afire. She paid close attention to Michelle's full, sensitive breasts. "Because you played such a part in making my love who he is. Because you clearly deserve far more pleasure than life has offered you and because I want to enjoy you for myself."

Soon, Michelle was looking down over her own blonde pussy at Lorelei's mischievous eyes. "Also because I can't resist a little naughty fun," Lorelei admitted before she started driving Michelle out of her mind.

After several hours of kissing, playing and cumming later, Lorelei left Michelle in much the same state as Eddie had before her. Michelle lay on her bed feeling beautiful, feeling sated, feeling like an unmitigated slut. She had just ended the most romantic and sexy weekend she'd had in years by fucking another woman, and her son's own wildly inappropriate girlfriend at that. It didn't make the situation between Lorelei and Alex any more realistic. She couldn't help but admit that she truly believed Lorelei loved him, but all the rest...

Michelle lay in her bed feeling beautiful, feeling sated, feeling like an unmitigated slut...and feeling not the least bit guilty about any of it.