It was mid-morning when the doorbell went off. I was expected a friend of my step-daughter’s. Delia had called and warned me Diana was going to stop by. Diana and Delia were in their second year of a local college together, but their schedules didn’t intersect often. She was stopping by to pick up a couple of things from Del’s room.
No big deal, nothing overly unusual. Diana’s even spent the night often, since she’s living in the dorm; I think she preferred it here many nights. Del and I enjoy her company.
“Hi, Diana, come on in.”
She hugged me. “Thanks for this, I left a couple of things here. I’m sorry for disturbing you.”
“Nothing to apologize for. Do you want some tea before you brave the weather again?” I enjoyed the unexpected visit as a break to the monotony of the day. She is a lovely girl, athletic and in wonderful shape. She was studying sports medicine. I always wish her interest in athletics would infect Delia a bit. Del wasn’t in bad shape, but it was more an accident of genetics than any real effort. I was just like Del in my youth but found, at this point in my life, it required a great deal of effort not to let my hips expand exponentially.
“Thanks, Mrs. Rush.”
“How many times have I told you to call me Debra?”
“I know, I know, it’s a habit.”
“Let me make the tea while you go get what you need from Del’s room.”
When she came back out, she was carrying only her purse. It was a large one; the top was open and showed it held much more than it was when she came in. We sat for several minutes enjoying some hot tea while we talked about several things.
When she picked up her purse to head out, something fell out of it.
I picked it up and I looked at it, stopping before giving it to her. I had no idea what it was, and my curiosity was certainly piqued. “What in the world…?”
Diana blushed and went to take it from me as I stretched the strap between my hands; there was a hard red, what looked like rubber, ball attached. I was clueless. I looked at Diana, hoping for an explanation to satisfy my curiosity.
“Um!” She hemmed and hawed a little, apparently not sure what to say.
I was slowly coming to the realization it wasn’t something she really wanted me to see. I arched an eyebrow and waited patiently. Part of me was laughing inside that I managed to discomfort this rather self-possessed young woman. The other part was honestly curious as to what this thing was.
Diana got her composure back. “It might be easier to show you than describe it.” She took it from my hand, and I realized hers shook slightly, maybe nervousness or something.
She wrapped it around her head, placing the ball in her mouth, then hooked the strap and tugged it to tighten. I was shocked; the ball forced her mouth to open wide. It was some sort of gag? I hadn’t even given a thought to anything related to sex, but suddenly it was obvious.
Before I could do more than stare, she reached into her purse and pulled out something else. She put one around each wrist and with a quick twist, they clicked together like leather handcuffs, which is exactly what they were.
That’s when things got weird. She reached out with both her hands, took one of mine, and placed it on her breast.
I was still mentally not making all the connections and went to pull my hand away, but as I said, she was quite athletic and held my hand against her breast, rubbing it with my hand.
That’s when she made a noise. I can’t describe it, but it was a sound that reverberated right up and down my spine. When I looked at her face, I saw she had her eyes closed and a small drop of spit had collected along the bottom of the ball and was about to run down her chin.
She let go of my hand, but when I tried to remove it from her, she caught it and put it right back.
When I finally stopped trying, she took my other hand and put it to her private parts. Between her hands, cuffed as they were, and her thighs squeezing my hand, I wasn’t going anywhere.
I couldn’t describe to you what was happening, other than she was drooling and breathing far harder and faster as she basically rubbed herself on my hand. I was so taken aback I couldn’t move. Nothing like this had ever happened to me! I hadn’t even given Diana or any woman a sexual thought in my life. Delia’s father was the only man I ever knew in such a way, and after his car accident, I was too busy raising his daughter to worry much about anything else.
I used to wonder at my lack of a social/sexual life, but I had a close circle of women friends. Guys weren’t all that interested in a single mom, well, except for one thing that they figured out they weren’t going to get from me!
In several minutes Diana had a body-seizing orgasm. Even as naïve as I can be sometimes, I recognized what was happening to her. I thought the ball thing might inhibit her breathing, but she sounded like she had just run a fast sprint. When she finally calmed down and let my hand go, she held out her hands to me.
I realized while she could click them together, she needed help to get them apart.
That’s when things started working in my brain for me. What was this doing in Delia’s room? As much as I didn’t want to face it, I knew what that answer had to be!
She calmed down and took the gag off. Without a word, she stepped over to the sink and rinsed and dried it. Then after a small pause, she turned and faced me. “Thank you, I really needed that.”
She got her stuff and went to walk out. She was going to leave me standing there. That’s when I realized I was excited like I don’t ever recall being before.
She turned before going out the door and changed her mind for some reason. She walked back to me and dug into her purse. I thought she was going to try and gag me, but instead, she took out a piece of cloth and put it over my eyes, a blindfold.
She whispered, “Unlike the gag and cuffs, the blindfold accentuates every touch and intensifies the sensations.” She ran a finger up my bare arm as I shivered. I could hear her clearly, and the coconut scent from her shampoo and conditioner washed over me as well. She then touched the side of my neck, tilting my head to one side. At the same time, she lightly scratched a nail over the inside of my elbow and kissed the side of my neck. I heard a noise that sounded a lot like the ones she had made a few minutes ago. I was aghast at realizing I was the one making it.
Diana stood behind me, her hands wandering aimlessly and unexpectedly. One moment they were on my hips and pulled me toward her, then they would rub across my belly and stroke under my breasts or rub the small of my back under my top.
I couldn’t help my reactions as her hands knowingly seemed to heighten the sensations without touching any place I would normally consider sexual. My heart was pounding in minutes. It got to the point where… “Please!”
Her hands stilled on my upper thighs. “Please what?”
“I don’t know!” I said, not recognizing the plaintive whine in my own voice.
“It’s alright, Debra, I know!” Her hands became firmer and she cupped my butt with her right hand then slid it between my legs, pressing upward while rubbing back and forth. Her left hand traveled slowly to my face, pausing at my breasts. I was breathing much heavier and the noises I was making were coming from somewhere deep within me. I could feel her hot breath on my ear and neck as she pressed her body against my hip.
“Suck on my fingers, get them wet!”
I couldn’t do much as two fingers went into my open mouth. I tried to suck on them, but every time her right hand went forward, I would cry out, opening my mouth. A few seconds later, her fingers disappeared and then I felt them at my waist pushing into my slacks. I knew where she was going and not very long ago I would have fought against her even thinking of touching me. Now I welcomed it, I wanted it, I needed her touch. Her two hands were doing things to me I never, ever imagined. One from behind was massaging, pressing through my slacks.
The other invaded inside both my slacks and my panties. She touched me, I felt her touch me, but that was all I remember. My brain and body went someplace else and all I saw was white!
I came to in the strangest of places, my bed. The clock showed it was nearly noon. What an incredible dream! I felt how wet and sticky I was when I realized I was also nude. I never sleep in until noon and I certainly never went to bed naked!
As I stirred, Diana walked in from the bathroom.
She was naked and her body looked unbelievable. I always knew she was in shape, but she looked like a bodybuilder, every muscle sharply defined and her breasts firm with surprisingly large nipples. She didn’t say anything but slipped into bed with me. Our bodies fit well together as she lay against me, her knee over my hip.
I felt her wetness as she pushed against me and kissed me. The kiss had a feeling of familiarity like we had done it many times before, but I couldn’t remember what occurred after I went blank.
Diana then rolled on top of me, between my legs, holding herself up with her arms, and looked down on me. That’s when I heard the front door.
“Delia!”
Diana laughed, “She already knows.”
“How?”
“I called and told her, of course. And let me tell you, she is so jealous!”
“Jealous?”
She smiled a tender smile.
“Yes, she and I both have thought about you like this for ages. She never thought it would ever happen. I think I was more hopeful.”
There was a knock on the bedroom door. “You two decent?”
Diana shifted, lying on her side facing the door. She called out, “Oh hell no, but we are covered!”
Delia came in with a huge smile on her face. She sat on the edge of the bed and swatted Diana on her butt. Then she did the unthinkable and started disrobing.
“Delia, what are you doing? I’m your mother!”
She paused and looked at me. “Step-mother, and for the first time I can remember, I am going to keep that firmly in mind!”
As we both watched her, for some strange reason the theme from ‘The Twilight Zone’ was running through my head!
