After hours of delay, Ben is able to book a flight on another airline that will fly south of the snowstorm and get him home to Louisville sometime after midnight. His original first class, a one-stop flight that would have gotten him home by eight o'clock is indefinitely delayed due to a snowstorm moving across the Great Lake States. The new flight is a direct flight traveling south of the storm with two stops. That flight will get him home well after midnight.
The heavy wet snow is just beginning to fall in Louisville when Ben walks out of the airport. He is totally exhausted from the trip and can't wait to get home and snuggle in his warm bed. The whole area is rapidly turning white with fresh snow, and the streets are getting dangerous to travel. It takes Ben an extra 40 minutes to navigate the icy streets home. He is glad to see Todd's jeep parked in front of the house. If Todd had waited until morning to come home, the roads would probably have been too dangerous to travel. Todd would have been stuck at the college until the roads were cleared.
Ben parks in the garage and enters the kitchen through the garage door. The first thing he notices he Todd's two suitcases in the laundry room. Next, he sees Todd's shoes, shirt, trousers, socks, and undershorts piled on the floor of the kitchen. They don't look wet or soiled, and he wonders why his son would just dump his clothes in the kitchen and then obviously continue on through the house in the nude. That's something he will ask Todd about in the morning. Right now, he is so worn out from his trip, all he can think about is a good night's rest. Ben piles Todd's discarded clothes in the laundry room then heads towards his own bedroom. He has to turn the hallway light on the find his way.
When he enters his bedroom, it is partially illuminated by the light in the hallway. He can see that Marilyn is soundly sleeping in their bed and is glad she is asleep because he is too tired to engage in any kind of welcome home love-making. He turns the hallway light out then strips down to his boxer shorts and t-shirt. After slipping into bed, Ben detects the odor of scented candles and surmises Marilyn probably had a romantic event planned for his homecoming. Within a matter of seconds, he is sound asleep.
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Marilyn is the first to wake up. She lay beside Ben watching him sleep and recalling the incredible sex they had enjoyed the night before. She is delighted that Ben had followed her roleplay script correctly. It was one of the most magical love-making sessions they have ever had together. Before last night, Ben would usually start with kissing a bit, and then have sex missionary style until he climaxed. Soon afterward he would roll over and fall asleep. Most of the time he was never concerned with her orgasm, but last night was unique. He was like a different person altogether. He surprised her by starting with nipple play that led to an immediate orgasm for her. He then skillfully fingered her to almost another orgasm before sliding down and using his tongue to push her over the edge to a second orgasm. Ben usually skipped oral sex on her, but last night he outdid himself. His tongue had become a tantalizingly magical love instrument.
Even his kisses were more passionate and more romantic than ever before. When he did slide his cock into her, it seems to be harder and thicker than ever before. His remarkably thick cock stimulated every nerve in her vaginal walls. Something she doesn't remember ever happening in the past. She recalls having two more amazing orgasms before he flooded her pussy with more cum than usual. After that everything is a blank. She doesn't remember falling asleep.
Ben wakes up a while later to find Marilyn watching him sleep. She is smiling, and her eyes are filled with love. His first thought is; "WTF." He had expected her to be angry because he'd gotten home so late and didn't wake her as usual. He can't understand the happiness in her smile.
"What?" He groans.
"Thank you, Ben. Last night was the most wonderful, the most incredible love making session I have ever experienced in my entire life," she coos as she combs her fingers through his hair.
Here it comes, Ben thinks to himself. She's angry, but she is going to take the sarcasm approach instead of her usual angry remarks. He'd had every intention of making love to her when he got home, but the flight delays and the itinerary changes made him so tired. He was honestly relieved to find her sleeping when he got back. He would never admit that to her, but it was a welcome relief to just go to sleep.
"So, if that is supposed to be meant as sarcasm just keep it yourself!" Ben growls at Marilyn. "It's not my fault you were sound asleep when I finally got home."
He turns away and covers his head with the blanket and groans. Marilyn is at first puzzled at his remark but then can see he is not faking his reaction. It takes a minute to sink in, but the sudden realization of what may have caused his angry reply strikes her in the gut. Her face flushes red, and she feels a sudden rush of nausea as she jumps out of bed and races to the shower. Her head is throbbing, and she gasps for air as the hot water cascades over her sexually sated body. She is wondering; if that wasn't Ben, then who in the hell had invaded her bedroom last night. Who had taken her to sexual plateaus never before reached? Who delivered the mind-blowing sex? Marilyn feels a sudden wave of guilt for the thoughts that follow. Whoever he was, she is ashamedly thinking, is more than welcome to come back anytime. She quietly admonishes herself for entertaining that thought and gets out of the shower.
Marilyn returns to the bedroom after her showering and finds Ben is still sound asleep and lightly snoring. She puts on a terrycloth robe and hurriedly collects the scented candles, and other sex paraphernalia used the night before. Marilyn stuffs them in a pillowcase and hides them in the back of her closet. Still baffled, she makes her way to the kitchen for a much-needed cup of coffee. She doesn't see the roleplay instructions on the table. Someone removed them during the night. Apparently not her husband. She rushes to the back door to see if her note was still taped to the door. The note is also gone. On her way back to the kitchen she sees Todd's suitcase in the laundry room.
"Oh my God, no! "she mumbles under her breath. "It couldn't have been Todd. Oh, dear God please tell me it wasn't my son, Todd."
Marilyn undergoes a sudden flash of panic as she races upstairs to her son's room. The note from the back door and the roleplay instructions are lying on Todd's desk. It's true. Todd had been her mystery lover from the night before. She feels sick to her stomach. When she turns to look at her son, he is sleeping on his back in the middle of his bed. He is nude and has a morning woody that would put most men to shame. Marilyn's eyes lock onto her son's erect cock and all the exciting memories from the night before come flooding back. She tells herself she should have known by the hardness and thickness it was not Ben's cock. She also feels she should have known that it wasn't Ben because he had never satisfied her with his tongue before. In fact, he rarely, if ever went down on her without her insisting. She had been so enthralled in the moment and the pleasures of last night that she didn't question any of the visible signs pointing out it was someone other than Ben delivering the fantastic sex. Her head feels like it is going to explode. She needs to call her daughter, Amy. She rushes back down to the kitchen and nervously punches Amy's number into her cell phone.
Amy answers on the first ring and says, "Mom, I have been waiting for your call. Was it as wonderful as we thought it would be?"
"Better than we could have ever imagined!", Marilyn excitedly replies. She doesn't know why she is so excited inside. Considering the apparent mix-up, she should be terribly distraught, but strangely she feels her panties become very moist as a chill travel up her spine.
"So, I assume by your excitement that he didn't just give you a quick fuck and then fall to sleep this time. Tell me all the delicious details. Did he follow the suggestions on our instruction sheet? Did he get creative with his love-making? Did he finally eat your pussy until you exploded with a magnificent orgasm? Did he experiment with anal? Did he...?"
"Wait a minute, Amy." Her Mother interrupts her in mid-sentence. "Slow down and ask me one question at a time, but before you do just let me say that last night was totally marvelous. However, it wasn't without a few surprises."
"What do you mean? Surprises?"
"Well in answer to your first question; YES, he did follow the instruction sheet we carefully crafted. I think he tried to implement every suggestion we listed. And the answer to your second question is a definite YES. He was very creative. He even did things that were not on our list. And I am also pleased to report he used his magnificent tongue to deliver the most exquisite climax ever. I have no complaints about his performance. None whatsoever!"
"Well...if he did all of that the way we planned, what was the surprise?"
Marilyn hesitates a moment before blurting out, "It wasn't your father that came to my room last night and roleplayed the scenario we so painstakingly put together."
Amy gasps and then screams, "Oh my God, Mom, what are you saying?"
"I'm saying that for some unexplained reason your brother came to my room and made the most intense love to me that I have experienced in my entire life. He must have seen the note taped on the back door and misconstrued it as being meant for him. Why we may never know."
Amy clears her throat and says in a barely audible voice, "That may have been my fault he thought the note was meant for him."
"What do you mean, your fault?" Her Mom abruptly asks.
