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.