Author's note: Ok. It's been a long time; I know. I lost my editor... life happens... and haven't been able to find one that clicks with me. So, this one is self-edited; not a good thing. Please forgive if there are glaring plot mishaps. Comments welcomed, and please vote. All right reserved.
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I sipped on my Scotch and continued to let the movie play, turning the volume up enough so that she could hear it as I knew it would tease her even more. After several minutes I disappeared into the kitchen, and then snuck back to her door to listen in, expecting Rita to be masturbating quietly. I was quite surprised to hear her snoring. I shut the TV down, and headed off to bed myself, setting my alarm so that I would be up first.
After a couple of hits of the snooze button, I was out of bed at 7. Smiling to myself with my wicked thoughts, my cock was already twitching. I quietly approached Rita's doorway and peeked in. She was still asleep, but, in tossing and turning through the night, she had pushed the covers back and was completely exposed. She was lying on her back, with her legs spread a bit, and her arms tucked under her pillow. The harem top had shifted during the night, allowing her boobs to be fully exposed, as if the harem material hid anything in the first place. I contemplated where to take the current situation. I remembered drifting off to sleep with fantasies of tying Rita up while she slept, but I rejected that for the time being, saving it for later in her visit. I also contemplated walking in and plunging my cock deep into her open pussy, ravaging her in her sleep. Again, I chose to save that option for later.
I also contemplated leaving her alone and heading off to work, to see if she obeyed my orders of no masturbation without permission. I knew I could check up on her remotely, as I had already wired my place for remote monitoring of the many miniature video cams that I had placed strategically for security purposes. The idea of catching her breaking the rules and having to punish her had some appeal. I dismissed that thought as I had realized the night before from her response that she was looking forward to being punished, and would obviously disobey me at some point as part of our sexual games.
While I contemplated my options, I admired Rita. Here was a lady in her early fifties, displaying the wonders of modern health care, or rather modern 'body enhancement.' At 5' 8", Rita had always had a slim body, and was blessed with genes that helped her maintain her sleekness through the years. With the addition of Henry's largesse on her doctors, her now sculpted body appeared to be one of a thirty-year-old. And while I had always considered Rita as sexy, she had now ascended to the image of sex goddess. Even though she was lying on her back, her breasts mounded pleasantly and attractively on her chest, unlike some of the obscene breast enhancement jobs seen in porno movies. Her nipples, although not as hard as they were the previous night during our erotic interlude, stood atop her breasts begging for attention. Even though Rita had had two kids her abdomen was flat and firm, and any stretch marks were barely visible.
My eyes drifted lower to her teasingly displayed pussy. She was completely shaved, and her pussy lips only hinted at the enjoyment offered through a deeper exploration of that region. And that was when I made my decision.
Rita was still sound asleep as her breathing was steady and deep, accented by an occasional snore. I moved to the foot of Rita's bed quietly, and carefully spread her legs wide. She twitched once, but resettled into sleep once I had her legs spread wide. Her pussy lips were slightly engorged, but remained closed protecting her most intimate parts. I carefully kneeled on the bed between her legs. Minimizing my movement, I reached up to her nipples and started caressing them lightly with my fingertips. I was hoping to arouse her sexuality without awakening her; at least not yet. I continued to stroke her nipples lightly and patiently, knowing that arousal would come slowly. After several minutes of sensual ministrations her buds became noticeably larger giving me the telltale sign of her arousal.
I slid my left hand lower on her body, as my right hand alternated attention between her nipples. I sensually dragged my forefinger across her belly button, lingering a moment to tease and explore this oft forgotten erogenous zone. After a few seconds at this way stop, my finger continued its southward journey, soon finding her well protected slit. I took a moment and lubricated my finger with my saliva, and started caressing the outer lips of her love channel, teasing them open. I continued to caress her nipples and pussy lips, carefully monitoring her breathing to ensure her continued sleep. My cock was hard by now, hoping, with its usual independent mind to follow my fingers in exploring Rita's sexuality. Years of fantasizing about this particular woman pushed my erotic thoughts into near overload. All of my fantasies of Rita had long since been filed in the "Great fantasies never to be enjoyed" drawer, yet here she was splayed out in front of me to do with as I chose, not only this morning, but for the next couple weeks. I could feel the pre-cum on my penis, even though I had paid it no attention whatsoever.
I continued to caress her most intimate regions while teasing her nipples. My patient effort was eventually rewarded with her arousal. Her outer pussy lips became engorged with blood, and slowly opened themselves to my probing fingers. I found her clit and teased it with light caresses. I lowered my finger to her opening and felt the first hints of moistness. I continued to alternate my caressing of her opening and her clit, wanting to stimulate full arousal without waking her up. After a few more minutes, I had her in a reasonable state of arousal, as juices were soon leaking out of her pussy.
At that point, I turned up my attention level by leaning over and bring my mouth to her pussy. She smelled delightful, and I wasted no more time, planting my mouth on her pussy with my tongue finding her clit. I teased her clit with my tongue, feeling it harden. After a few minutes of licking, I sucked it between my teeth, and started nibbling lightly. From the sound of her breathing, I was pretty sure she was still asleep. But, when she spread her legs more, I looked up and checked. Her eyes were still closed, and she hadn't changed position, but I had no real clue whether she had awakened or was still in a deep sleep. Not that it mattered.
It wasn't much longer before her juices were flowing, exciting my taste buds even more. I slid my hand under her nice tight ass, and pulled my mouth tighter against her cunt, plunging my tongue deep into her now welcoming love hole. I fucked her with my tongue a few strokes, and then lapped at her clit. It wasn't much longer before I could hear her moaning in excitement. I didn't even bother to check on her wakefulness. It wasn't much longer before her sleep or pretend sleep came to an end.
My tongue was buried deep in her pussy when she moaned, "Oh, god, don't stop. That's feels so good. Suck on my pussy. Oh, yeah, push your tongue in deep." I did as she asked, allowing her to experience this wake up call any way she desired. I wasn't disappointed.
"Oh, yeah," she continued. "Now, suck on my clit!" I did as she asked finding it larger and harder than before. I pulled it between my teeth and nibbled. "Fuck, yes! Don't stop. Oh, fuuuuuck. I'm cumming!" she screamed drenching me with love juices and creating a large wet spot on the bed.
I slowly relaxed my attention, and while she was recovering, I left the room, and went into the kitchen to make some coffee. A few minutes later, I heard the toilet flush, and Rita joined me in the kitchen, her face still flushed from her recent orgasm, and her harem outfit still clinging akimbo to her neck and waist. She came up to me and started to give me a peck on the cheek. I turned to face her, and our mouths met. Our tongues joined each other in an all out deep kiss. With some token of guilt, I reminded myself fleetingly that this was my cousin, as if a French kiss was more incestuous than what we had already done together. After a lengthy tongue dance, we pulled apart. Rita looked up at me, and whispered as if to keep it a secret, "Thanks for that awesome wake up call! What a great way to start a day."
"Yeah, you're welcome, but don't count on that every morning."
Rita plopped down in one of the dining room chairs, responding, "Oh, heavens no. That would be way too boring."
"Oh, so I was boring this morning?" I looked at her with mixture of anger and curiosity with her answer.