Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 18

When he exited the shower, and put on his robe, he was extremely quiet. He stood there, leaning against the wall, watching his wife and daughter making love. It was so caring and gentle, he was jealous. He left the room and closed the door.

Woman to woman, Sharon knew every spot to touch on her daughter's body to multiply her pleasure. Danni's response to this torment and tenderness was, "Mommy, mommy, oh mommy."

Sharon's lips centered on her daughter's face, and her hands were on her breasts, but Danni's hairless pussy was leaking like a faucet, down the cheeks of her ass, and onto the sheets. Danni's hips were dancing all over the bed, begging for her mother's attention, but it was not to be had.

Sharon was going to make her daughter cum, without touching her vagina. With one hand behind her daughter's head, keeping it close to her mouth, and the other tormenting her nipples, she brought her daughter closer and closer to the orgasm she wanted. When Danni could take no more, Sharon moved her mouth down to one of the tormented nipples, suckled it for a moment, and then bit it.

For the first time in her short sexual life, Danni squirted her fluids all over her thighs, and the bed, while screaming her lungs out. When she came down from her high she said, "Mommy, oh mommy, what have you done to me? Am I a lesbian?"

"No Danni, baby, don't you enjoy having sex with your father?"

"Yes mommy, very much, but it is very different with you."

"It is supposed to be different with me, because I am a woman, and so are you. Women are gentler with each other than men are with women. A woman knows her own body, and can translate it to another woman. Just because you and I enjoy each other, does not mean you will enjoy it with another woman. You love having intercourse with me, because you love me, and I love you. It will be totally different outside of this household. The decisions you make, when you are away from here, will shape what kind of person you will become.

For now, you must remember that all eyes will be watching the four of you. Uncle Clark will be running for President, starting next February. Everything you do will reflect on him. I can't tell you how important it is for you to act properly, when you are away from home."

"We have all talked about it, mom. We will do everything to make him proud of us."

"Great, now, where was I. Oh yes, I was at your left breast; I think I will start with your right breast, and worked my way down. What do you think about that, little one?"

"It sounds better than being shaved, while being videotaped by dad."

"Baby, I'll tell you a secret, but you have to swear never to tell him I told you."

"I swear mom, I will never say a word."

"If you tell him you know, he will kill me."

"I promise mom; I will not say a word."

"He didn't put a disk in the camera. He would never embarrass you that way, just in case anyone accidentally got a hold of it."

Danni screamed, "I'll kill him myself. I thought he was going to hold that over my head for life. No wonder Uncle Clark thinks he's the best lawyer in the world. He can lie better than anyone I know, and keep a straight face."

"You have to keep this to yourself, Danni. If you don't, I will not make it to my wedding day."

"Mom, I am not sure which is worse; thinking he was going to hold it over my head or knowing there was no disk in the camera. I think I will wait until after you are married, so you can inherit all of his money, and government benefits. Then I will kill him."

"Danni, you forget one thing; I love him, and I want to spend the rest of my life with him."

"Dammit mom, you had to throw that fly in my ointment. I will think of something to get even with him."

"Do you want to continue having sex with me, or do you want to concentrate on getting even with your father?"

"Sex sounds good to me, mom. It will calm me down, and then I want a chance to do to you what you have done for me."

Sharon smiled, "It sounds like something I can live with. It means everyone in this household will have cum today; some, more than once."

"Yes mom, I know.

****

Julia opened the door and let Sharon in. She said, "You're late."

Sharon looked at her watch and said, "It's only two minutes after 1 o'clock. You told me to be here at 1 o'clock."

"That's right, your two minutes late; be on time tomorrow."

"Shorten your driveway, and I will be."

Julia smiled, "Get in here; I have someone I want you to meet."

"Sharon, this is Carolina Herrera. She will be designing and making your wedding gown."

Sharon stood there in shock. Everyone knew of Carolina Herrera. She was one of the top wedding gown designers in the world, and here she was in her Uncle Clark's home.

Carolina said, "Your aunt can be quite persuasive, Sharon. Very few people in the world yell at me, and ever see, or hear from me again. She flew up to New York, with her Secret Service contingent, and made it very clear that I was coming with her, or my life would be hell from that day on. The way she said it, I believed her. Here I am; let's get started on your wedding gown."

Sharon still had not said a word. She was in awe of the woman. She had seen her work in the bridal magazines, on the morning news shows, and on celebrities at red carpet events. She never expected to meet her face to face.

Carolina said, "Sharon, you must talk to me; tell me if you have any ideas in mind for your gown."

Finally, Sharon said, "I have seen and admired your work for years. I never expected to meet you

Sharon gushed over Carolina's work for the next few minutes, but had only one specific item in mind for her gown. She wanted her shoulders covered. She did not like the exposed look of modern gowns, for young women. She had four children, and wanted a more demure look. This was her second marriage. She was not a virgin, and did not wish to look like one.

Carolina smiled. "Sharon, you have no idea how many second marriage brides want to go the other way. They want to look as sexy as possible for their new husbands. It is refreshing to know someone that values tradition. Let's go into the library; I can take your measurements there; then we will start looking at fabrics. Tomorrow the work begins. I will have my tailors with me, and we will start taking drawings of your body. Friday, we will put fabric against your skin to see which works best. Then I will go back to New York, and start putting something together. You will be coming to me, from that point on. I cannot travel with a dress that is held together by pins."

Sharon asked, "What are we going to do about the dresses for the girls?"

"Julia has that covered. She is going to take the girls to Bergdorf Goodman. They have a line of my ready to wear dresses. Take them there as soon as possible to be measured and fitted. Pick out your color; if one store doesn't have four of them, they will call their other stores and get them for you."

Sharon said "Just think, Julia, Fred gets to miss all of this fun. He is probably laughing at us right now."

Julia replied, "Trust me, Sharon; if you let a man plan a wedding, it will snow inside the church, rain inside the banquet hall; and your aircraft will be delayed on the tarmac for 12 hours. Finally, to top off your perfect wedding day, when you get to the hotel you were supposed to spend your idyllic honeymoon at, it will burn down. Otherwise, you wedding day will be perfect. "

Carolina, Sharon, and Julia laughed all the way to the library.

****

3. Callalily Christine Callaway and Harold Walker Chase.

"It's not happening Callie, I won't do it."

"Payne said you were extremely wealthy. You have to have more than one friend. I want you to invite some of them to the wedding."

"The people I dealt with were not friends. They were either employees, or competitors. My product turned out to be better than theirs, that's why Microsoft bought me out for a ton of money. Now, I help people start up new companies. "They are not friends Callie. I make money off of them if they succeed, and lose money if they fail. I have business relationships, not friends."

"I will not have your side of the church empty, Harold."

"Callie, the only reason I am going to be at that church is you. I wouldn't care if it was empty as long as you are there with me."

"I am going to make a phone call, Harold, just like you did for my dress."

Harold laughed. "If you are threatening me, tell me who you are going to call."

"I am going to call Payne. I am going to have her lean on Dycke so hard, he will be forced to tell her if you have any mutual friends."

"If you do that, the wedding is off."

"That's fine with me, Harold. If that's how much you love me, I will pack up my clothes, and move in with my mother, until I can rent another apartment. It should not take me long to do it. I have excellent references, and plenty of money. You can keep the clothes I bought in Paris, especially the bikinis."

"You don't fight fair, Callie."

"I don't have to fight fair, Harold. I just want you to open up a little, and invite people who were your friends. You have closed yourself off from everyone you ever knew by moving here. I am ecstatic that you did, but you belong in the big city, making bigger deals, and doing what you do best."

"I stopped doing that, because I did not want to die, before I was 50 years old. It takes an awful lot out of you, when you are running a business by yourself, and you are the one that is responsible for writing the programs."

"What you are telling me, Harold, is you did not know how to delegate responsibility to other people. You didn't trust anyone enough to give them the keys to the kingdom, while you wrote your program. What you didn't realize was, "The Programs are the Kingdom," and without that no manager could do any harm to your company. They would not see it, until after you copyright it, and patent it. After that, they can do you no harm to you, either."

Harold grabbed Callie around the waist, and tried to kiss her.

She said, "Since we are no longer in a relationship, I am not obliged to kiss you. You don't love me anymore; I am going home to my mommy."

"I will tie you to our bed before you are allowed to leave this house."

"That's kidnapping, Harold, it also sounds very kinky."

"Let's go with kinky Callie, I haven't used my ties in years."

"Harold, are we getting married or not?"

"Only for 70 or 80 years, Callie; after that we will renegotiate the terms of our marriage."

"I will have fucked you to death by then, Harold. There will be nothing to renegotiate."

"In that case, let's go into the bedroom, and help me find my ties. We can start on that promise now."

"This will be a first for me, Harold."

"It will be a first for me, also. If it becomes too intense, tell me to stop, and I'll think about it."

"Sometimes Harold, I think you have a mean streak in you."

"I have to keep up with you, don't I?"

He smacked her on her ass and Callie yelped.

"Don't get used to that Harold."

"Stop wiggling that thing in my face, and I won't hit you."

"That's the way I walk."

"Then get used to having your ass smacked every day."

"I hope I have twins, the first time we have children. I can't wait to see you running around after them, when I go back to work."

"Dycke and I talked about that. He told me I was an idiot to agree to those terms. He also told me I should go back to work, and you should stay home. I could not break that promise to you, so I have decided to go another route. I am going to build us a bigger house, capable of having four live in nannies. Two for the daytime, for our children in the daytime, and two for the late afternoon and nighttime, until our children go to sleep. I will see them occasionally, when they are behaving. When you come home from working a day shift, you can play with them. When you come home from night shift, you can play with them. When you come to bed, you can play with me. Dycke was a wealth of information. Now you know why he is my best friend."

"I am going to kill your best friend, when I see him. No, I am going to call Payne, and have her kill him for me. There is no sense in having me go to jail. She can say Robert pushed him over the railing, and both of us will be rich and free."

"Baby, get on our bed, I am going to tie you up and make you cum like an elephant."

"I have never seen an elephant cum, knowing you; I will probably just 'Dribble.'"

"I'm glad you said that Callie. Anything more than a 'Dribble' means I have been successful."

He put Callie in the middle of the bed, and placed a pillow under her ass. His oversized bed was so wide; he had to tie three of his ties together to reach each post. He asked her if she was comfortable, and when she said she was, he pulled his ties tighter.

"What the fuck are you doing, Harold?"

"I am making you uncomfortable, Callie."

"You are pulling my arms out of their sockets."

"Perfect, now I have to complete the work on your legs."

"Are you sure this is your first time, Harold?"

"I watch porn on my computer. It is very educational."

"Pervert!"

"Don't you tell me you have never watched porn on your computer, Callie? You will have to go to confession, and keep that poor priest in there for a week."

"I take the Fifth Amendment on that question."

"Will Payne, tell me the truth?"

She yelled, "Ow," as he pulled her legs wider apart. "You know I am going to get even with you, if it's the last thing I ever do, Harold."

"Just remember, Callie, all you are going to do is 'Dribble.'"

"Bastard; using my own words against me."

"I forgot to tell you there is one more part to this seduction." He went to his nightstand, and took out a blindfold he had not used since Callie moved in with him.

When he approached her with it, her eyes opened wide, "No you don't, Harold!"

Harold laughed, "Stop me." He lifted her head, put the elastic band behind her ears, and kissed her. "Goodnight my love."

He lowered the sleeping mask over her eyes, as she cursed him.

He moved away from the bed and stayed silent for a moment, as she continued to yell at him. Finally, he said, "If you don't stop yelling, and behave, I will go to a restaurant and have dinner. Then I will go to the multiplex and see the "Rocky Horror Picture Show." And when that is finished, I will stop for ice cream on the way home. I should be back in three or four hours. Would you like me to do that for you, Callie, or are you going to behave?"

"You wouldn't dare, Harold. I would shoot you on-sight the next time I see you."

"The choice is yours baby. You can have prolonged sex with me, or you can have my prolonged absence. You have two seconds to answer me?"

"I'm cold Harold; heat me up, please."

"Since you said it so nicely, I believe you meant prolonged sex."

"Yes, prolonged sex, please Harold, I'll be good."

He kissed her and said, "Callie, you are never been good, while we are having sex. You are always fantastic. Now it is my turn to pleasure you."

Callie knew Harold was always a slow starter in bed, and his passion grew into a fire as time moved on. She expected him to move at the same pace this time. However, her body reacted as if it was hit by a bolt of electricity, when his fingers opened her pussy, and he licked and bit her clit, without warning. She screamed in surprise and she came unexpectedly.

She had not felt the bed move as he transferred his weight, and slipped between her thighs. His thumbs held her pussy open, and his tongue was feasting on the fluids that were flowing out of her, like a river.

"My dear, you are dribbling like an open faucet. I am going to need a very large container to store the overflow. It will help rid a third world country of thirst."

"Shut the fuck up, Harold, you cheated. You never started there before."

"We are doing a lot of firsts tonight. There are many more to cum."

His tongue continued attacking her pussy, as his hand move between the cleft of her ass. He played with the little puckered opening.

She tried to get away from his finger, and said, "Harold, what's gotten into you?"

As soon as she said it, he pushed the finger into her ass as far as it would go. He felt her anal muscles clamp down on his digit, as he started pumping it in, and out of her.

"Callie, it would seem nothing gotten into me, but something has gotten deeply into you."

"I know that you asshole."

"Be nice Callie, because it's your asshole. If you continue to taunt me, I will grease you up, like the advertisement said, and shove my fist up there."

"Harold, you have to stop watching porn. You are getting too many obscene ideas from it."

"How would you know dear?"

"I saw the same...Oh Fuck."

"I nearly got you Callie."

"You talk too much, get back to work."

"Trust me, baby, if this was work, there would be no unemployment problem."

He continued assaulting her front, and rear openings, until he felt her body go rigid, again. He moved his left hand to her clit, as her hips reached for the ceiling, he squeezed it tightly between his thumb and forefinger. Callie came in pulses and Harold's only wish was that he had it on film.

As Callie was recovering he said, "We have to try that again dear. I have never seen anyone orgasm like a machine gun before, and I am going to have to get another towel. This one is already soaked."

"I am not talking to you anymore, Harold."

"Do you have another orgasm in there that I failed to get out the first time? Is that why you're being so testy now, my love?"

"Keep your hands away from me, Harold. I can't see what you're doing and you have me all tied up. I am helpless and you are laughing at me."

"Yes, you are both those things, but by God you are gorgeous."

"You are not going to get on my good side by flattering me, Harold."

He didn't even try to get on her good side. His tongue gently nudged its way under her clitoris, and lifted it, until it between his teeth. When she was ready to explode, held her hips tightly, bit the little nub gently, and managed to continue to hold it between his teeth, as she exploded into another ballistic orgasm.

As she recovered, Callie screamed, "You are a fucking dead man, Chase."

He nipped her again.

She came again, her lights went out, and when she recovered she said "You bastard, I am going to cut your balls off."

Harold released the little nub, crawled up her body, kissed her nipples, licked each of her breasts completely, and kissed her passionately.

"If that is a nice way to talk to your fiancé?"

"When I am finished with my fiancée, he will not be able to walk for a month."

"I thought that's what we were doing now?"

"Fuck you, Harold, and the horse you rode in on."

"So far, my love, we have not gotten to the fucking part, and I did not ride to my home, on the horse. You drove me here."

"Your sense of humor is improving, Harold, but I will select out of you very soon."

Callie was determined that the cry on her lips for her next orgasm would remain there. She did not want to give him the satisfaction of hearing her cum, again. She had always been in control of her body, not him, not any man! She should never have allowed him to tie her up like this, but she did, and now...

Harold moved quickly down her body, and bit her protruding clitoris, again. He waited between her thighs, for her explosion; verbal and physical. Both arrived simultaneously.

Callie screamed at an octave above 'High C.' Ecstasy and Agony collided in her sensory system. Her body no longer answered to her demands. Harold's mouth and hands were rerouting circuits, from her brain, demanding more and more fluid. Her body kept producing it, until she was flowing like the Missouri River, in flood stage. Harold was there, at the apex of her thighs, lapping up and sucking out every drop of her essence. He held onto her, as she trembled, shook, and finally succumb to sleep.