“Lover: Analyze this Affair”

Posted by tina on January 25, 20013 at 20:17:45:

“Lover: Analyze this Affair”
(In memory of sherry)
By tina

Sherry had a most marvelous birthday celebration. She had a wonderful dinner with her daughter. Rachel had treated her mother to a scrumptious meal at the Ritz. It had not bothered Sherry in the least that Rachel had put the meal on the “family” tab.
Sherry had hugged Rachel good-bye when her birthday celebration took an unexpected turn. Her lover had texted her the simple message “Happy birthday I’m in the penthouse”.
Jonathan was surprised when Sherry had not dismissed him for the night but had instead asked him to wait. “I’m meeting a friend at the penthouse.”
The chauffeur had replied, “Begging madams pardon but it is rather late.” Sherry had touched Jonathan’s cheek and smiled. “I won’t be a minute.”
Sherry had felt absolutely wicked as she returned to the limo. Jonathan held the door open and the tall blond slid into the backseat. She pulled her fur coat close as she nestled against the leather seat of the limo. Underneath the fur her body was naked except for her lace top stockings and the floral scarf around her throat.
“Hurry, Jonathan,” she called out as the man servant got into the front seat. “Yes, madam,” Jonathan had replied with polite disgust.
“If you hurry you might have time to be of service to my daughter later.”
The rest of the trip went by in chilly silence. There was not a word exchanged as Jonathan politely assisted Sherry from the rear of the limo. He watched the tall blond walk gracefully toward the front entrance of the luxury apartment complex. “Just glad I’m going to be in the arms of the most desirable Owens woman tonight,” Jonathan had thought as he turned away.
“Hello, George,” Sherry greeted the doorman with good cheer. George tipped his cap and told her it was always his pleasure to see her. As the statuesque blond walked toward the private elevator George wondered what she was wearing under the full length fur.
The door to the penthouse apartment was slightly ajar. This did not faze Sherry as she marched confidently into the apartment. “Hello, darling,” Sherry said as she stepped into the plush living room. “Hello, mother,” Zach replied. He was at the window enjoying the extraordinary view of the city lights. As he turned towards her she let the coat fall open. She was amazed how quickly he was upon her. She was in his grasp and he deftly had her on her back. His tongue snaked between her brightly painted red lips. His silk dressing gown soon was parted and her fingers wrapped around his already stiffening cock.
His lips move to the side of her throat. “I missed you at dinner,” she whispered as she guided his now erect dick into her already wet slit. She was always surprised at how aroused she got just thinking about having sex with her son. Even though her son was not an especially good lover she always had explosive orgasms when they made love. She was not given to never over analyze their affair but assumed it was the taboo nature of the elicit business that excited her so much.
Mother and son had quickly created the beast with two backs as they clutched each other tightly. Sherry’s nylon clad legs wrapped tightly around Zach’s waist as he drove his beautiful cock deeper and deeper into her receptive pussy. Time seemed to stand still as Sherry felt the first small orgasm ripple through her body. This wasn’t lovemaking but animal lust at its finest.
She was nearly exhausted from the passionate act when she had finally felt him cum.
“I wonder if anyone was ever fucked to death,” Sherry wondered as Zach finished filling her blond pussy. She could feel his huge cock quiver as her cunt milked his erection. She was lost in the sensation when she tried to tell him what a wonderful lover he was.
“That’s odd,” Sherry thought with sudden shock. She had been unable to speak and then realized she was unable to breath. She tried futilely to tell Zach that she was in trouble when she saw his hands. The ends of her scarf had been clutched in his powerful hands.
“My son, my lover is choking me with my scarf,” Sherry had realized in horror. The lovely blond had always secretly fantasized about being murdered during sex. On more than one occasion she had even pretended to be strangled on her bed as she masturbated.
“Darling, you’re choking me,” Sherry had tried to tell her son and lover. She was terrified when the words had escaped her lips as strangled gibberish.
“Mother, I told my therapist about us and she said I needed to terminate the illicit affair.” Sherry could see Zach’s lips move but failed to understand what he was saying.
Her lungs had begun to burn and she was vaguely aware of her hands, curled into tiny fists, hitting softly against his bare chest. A voice from a long way off was talking about having to end their affair and knowing she would never agree.
“Mother, I know the only way I can end our affair is to terminate you.” She looked into Zach’s eyes and saw her demise. The voice had said something about ending their affair. The voice had said something about terminating her.
“Zach is strangling me to death!”
The room was getting dark and her vision was blurred.
Sherry had felt her swollen tongue protruding from her bright red lips as she realized she was being terminated. Her hands, still curled into loose fists slowly fell away. Zach, her secret lover, had held the scarf tight as he watched the light dim from her bulging blue eyes. Oddly the eyes that stared vacantly up at him seemed no longer to be blue. She appeared to be sticking her tongue out at him which he had thought only appropriate given the circumstances. He finally bent and kissed his mother’s cool cheek.
“Sorry, I knew this was the only way,” Sherry’s lover, son, and killer said by way of apology.
In the cool of the parking garage he dialed Jessica’s number. He used old family friendships and his instinct that the slender blond had always had a “thing” for him to convince her to meet with him.
“Zach, I’m so glad you called,” Jessica said as she thought about her friend’s brother. “Call me next week and we’ll set a time.” He held the strangling scarf up to his nose and smelled Sherry’s scent. “Talk to you soon, Jessica.” He knew the news of the tragic death of his mother would make Jessica even more sympathetic. Zach’s plan was moving along perfectly.