Author's note: I may have set a new record for the longest delay between installments. My apologies. I'd like to think I can pick up the pace going forward. Since this chapter is a direct continuation of previous chapters, I would suggest starting from the beginning, or at the very least, Chapter 4. As always, I respectfully request your constructive feedback.
Chapter 13. Maria's long wait ends
Tuesday, Sept 2
At the same moment that Maria bent over to pick up her keys, Mary Jacobsen was walking down a jetway at Lindberg Field. She had decided just that morning that she was going to catch an earlier flight home than had been originally planned. The public reason was that her parents already had plans for the day, so she wasn't going to be with them anyway. More than that, however, the new toys that she had rush ordered on-line in the wee hours of Saturday morning would be delivered to her home today, and she found herself unable to focus on anything other than the new pleasures that awaited her homecoming. As she followed the crowd headed towards baggage claim, she reflected back on the path that had led her to this point.
Over the summer, she had grown increasingly concerned about her daughter. Kari had lived at home for her first two years of college at Cal State San Marcos, and her summer breaks were consumed by going out with either her boyfriend at the time or her girlfriends nearly every night. In fact, she and Kari had had a few arguments about how little time Kari spent at home, but in her heart, Mary realized that this was no different from how Mary herself would have been, had she not been a single mother when she was Kari's age. This summer, Kari was back from UCSB, but she spent almost every night on her computer rather than out socializing. She often stayed up till well after midnight, and Mary could often hear the rapid tapping of her keyboard coming through her closed door as she passed Kari's door.
Convincing herself that Kari's internet activity was sex-related, she began to obsess over the possibility that Kari was putting herself in danger. The fear was driven by Mary's own experience: many years ago, when the internet was still young and Kari was elementary school, her own unsatisfied needs for sexual release had led her to the primitive chat rooms of the day. It had become a nearly nightly ritual – put Kari to bed at 9 pm, get out her favorite vibe, then log on and get herself off at least once before her own bedtime. After months of the same routine, she had made the mistake of agreeing to meet with a regular chat partner in person. It had been a terrifying experience – in retrospect, she realized that she had barely escaped being raped.
She had sworn off the internet then, and had somehow managed to get through the following years with her toys and a few one-night stands despite her voracious appetite for sex. Then she had met Jim, and everything changed. They were the perfect match, it seemed, both in bed and out of it. He was the best lover she had ever had, and they both had very high sex drives that seemed to grow, rather than diminish, as the years went by. In fact, with Kari away at school this last year and the house to themselves, the sex had progressed to a whole new level. Many evenings and sometimes whole weekends had been spent exploring their fantasies through role-playing. Along the way, talking dirty to each other had become central to the teasing and foreplay, and in the privacy of their home, their exchanges were often as raw as anything you'd hear in a porn video. Kari's presence this summer had effectively squelched their new lifestyle, and every night Kari stayed home was one more night of sexual frustration for Mary. She didn't want to admit it to herself, but her frustration had mixed in with her fear for Kari's safety and, in the end, drove her to an action that she was not proud of.
Last week, she had walked into Kari's room after dinner to ask her to do a quick Google search for her, figuring she would already be on-line. It turned out, however, that Kari had to fire up her Mac, and Mary had watched closely as she typed in her password. It wasn't hard to recognize what she had typed: layla9. Layla had been their dog since Kari was 10, and had died a couple of years ago when she was 9 years old. Just the day before she left for Arizona, Mary used the stolen password to sneak on to Kari's computer when both Kari and Jim were out of the house. She copied Kari's favorites and history onto a flash drive so that she could look through them later at her convenience on her own laptop.
She didn't get a chance until Friday night in Phoenix, when she had returned to her motel room after leaving her parents. Even though she thought she had prepared herself, her heart started pounding with fear when she began to page through sites that Kari had recently visited: a couple of different chat rooms and a variety of free porn sites. She began to calm down, however, when she realized that none of it was particularly kinky or extreme – in fact, the porn tended towards "classy" heterosexual couplings and the chat rooms she had bookmarked were not into fetish action. All in all, it was pretty tame stuff, in fact, relative to her own sexual proclivities. Breathing easier, she chastised herself for ever doubting her daughter's judgment. After all, Kari had always demonstrated good judgment when it came to sex and relationships – she was no angel, but she was nowhere near as wild as Mary herself had been in her younger years.
Once Mary's fears had eased, a vigorous internal debate had begun. Part of her wanted to stop immediately, both because she had sworn off internet sex many years ago and also because she had a vague sense that it was somehow like cheating on Jim. The other part of her was incredibly aroused by the erotic images she had perused, especially the video clips which were so pervasive – years ago, she could remember patiently waiting for her slow modem to download low-res jpeg's, and videos were unheard of.
The debate ended decisively when a new chatter appeared in the room Mary was scanning who went by the name "Anal Lover F38". Mary was also 38, and in the last year, anal sex had become one of her obsessions. After many years of fantasizing about it, she had asked Jim to fuck her ass the first time about two years ago, while they were in the shower. Over the last year especially, she had asked Jim for it – begged for it – many times, but was only willing to do it in the shower, because she couldn't overcome her fear that it would be too messy and dirty anywhere else. She absolutely loved it: the feel of Jim's thick rod plunging in and out of her asshole while he whispered in her ear how good her tight ass felt to him and how he was going to fill her ass with his cum. As he went faster and faster, so did her hand on her clit, around and around. She was always vocal during sex, but the anal orgasms were completely mind-shattering, and she screamed in ecstacy, to the point where they wondered what the neighbors thought. Kari's presence this summer, however, had put an end to the shower sessions. Mary was just not willing to be that loud with Kari just down the hall.
So it was no surprise that the first post by Anal Lover F38 set Mary on fire:
Anybody else out there who loves anal? I'll take a big hard cock plunging deep into my ass over a regular pussy fucking anyday! But tonight I have to settle for my toys and some hot chat. Speaking of toys, right now my ass is soooo full of my biggest butt plug, and my clit is so big, just waiting for my vibrator. Come on guys, tell me how you want to fuck my tight ass! Gals, share your anal experiences! And post some hot vids PLEASE!
Mary's first shuddering orgasm followed just a few minutes later, set off by just a light brush against her clit while she watched the very first vid that was posted of a buxom blonde pornstar – Shyla something-or-other – moaning "oh that cock feels so good" as she got her ass furiously drilled from behind by a huge cock. The next hour was a blur to Mary, as she alternated between reading the torrid exchanges between Anal Lover and her suitors and watching the incredibly hot vids, all the while playing with her own steamy cunt. She let her second climax build for a long time, getting close over and over again but not letting herself go over the edge. She finally came explosively, two fingers shoved up her ass while she frantically mauled her clit with her other hand, her eyes glued to a short loop of an amateur vid that had mesmerized her: a big-titted blonde – no small resemblance to herself – straddling a man who was blindfolded and tied spread-eagle on a bed, bouncing vigorously up and down on his cock, driving it deep into her ass while she rubbed her cunt frantically, groaning out her pleasure and urging the man to fill her ass with his hot cum.
By the time she had caught her breath and cleaned herself up, Anal Lover F38 had finished herself off as well, and was now exchanging tips with some other women. Mary had decided that she could use some advice from the experts, and signed herself on as Anal Learner F38. Another hour flashed by as she got detailed advice on preparing herself to ensure a clean experience, on how to lube up, and last but not least, on the best toys. Before she finally signed off, she had placed a rush order with Doc Johnson for one medium butt plug and one large inflatable vibrating plug, and a bottle of a highly recommended lube.
As Mary walked through the terminal, she could feel the men's eyes on her, hungrily drinking in her stiff nipples plainly visible through the sheer bra and form-fitting dress. She wore no panties under the dress, and the slippery wetness on her thighs was deliciously embarrassing. Stopping at any empty gate along the long hallway, she fired off a quick text to Jim, the naughtiness of it all making her pussy throb in anticipation:
got in OK gr8 2 b home save ur strength cuz gonna f u till u drop 2nite :-) luv u
Jake and Maria walked slowly back through the parking lot of the apartment complex, his arm around her shoulder, her's around his waist. When they got to the car, Jake starting to pull away to head to the passenger's side but Maria held him back.
