The Harem Ch 3
Rachel went about her usual Saturday morning routine with little thought. She was NOT a morning person and she was so susceptible to hangovers that she thought her head was going to split open like a rotten watermelon. A shower did not help things and it took way too much effort to get dressed.
"This," she said to herself in a whisper that wouldn't make the headache worse, "is why I don't usually drink." Four glasses of wine should not have made her pass out, or given her a hangover like the one she had.
Thankfully, Mom was waiting for her in the kitchen with a tall glass of orange juice, four advil, and buttered toast.
Rachel did not notice that Mom's hair was messier than normal for a Saturday morning. She didn't notice that Mom wasn't wearing any pajamas under her robe or that her cleavage was deeply exposed. She didn't notice Mama's nipples were hard enough to be visible through the robe. They were in fact, so fiercely visible that she may as well have been topless. What Rachel did notice was the smell of sex. More than anything that made her lift her head from the dazed stupor of morning hangover and look at her Mom with surprise.
"Yes, Sweety?"
"Mom." Rachel struggled to form sentences. "Did you go out again after we got home last night?"
"No. Why would you think such a thing?" Mom poured herself a cup of coffee and sat on the opposite side of the kitchen bar counter.
Rachel shook her head. "Must be my imagination." Or the crazy ass dreams about sex. She thought about those dreams, about the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and how if she hadn't woken up hung over she would have woken up horny. She looked at her mom and appreciated how hot she was. She was the reason that Rachel often wondered if she was gay, if she needed to try dating girls for a while. There were enough moments like this one, where Mom looked especially sexy and the feeling of sex was just everywhere and Rachel felt herself getting wet at the idea of her nearly naked mother, that Rachel had actually started looking around at girls to date.
But now was not the time to worry about that. She bolted down the advil and juice. "I should go."
Mom nodded. "I'm taking River to the mall later if you want to join us for lunch. Mark may come, but I'm not sure."
Rachel nodded, grabbed her books and opened the front door. And she paused. Mark's car was parked in it's usual place on the street.
"Mark's home?" She asked. "I thought he was staying at a hotel last night."
Mom shook her head. "Things went badly."
Rachel felt the blood drain from her face. "How badly?"
Mom laughed, "He got out of there before things escalated. Now go to class. I'll tell him to tell you the rest later. Or you can text him once you're on campus."
Rachel ran back to her room for her phone, then ran out the door. She was going to be cutting it close.
Susan watched her daughter head off to school wondering how much of Rachel's seeming confusion was due to the hangover, and how much was due to the obvious show Susan was putting on. She looked down at herself. It was probably equal amounts of both. It made her smile to think her daughter's sexuality was budding like that. She must have been about the same age when Daniel first suggested some experimentation. She sighed. "How young we were."
Susan checked her daughter's room for anything she may have forgotten, (besides her phone) but didn't find anything obvious. Rachel it seemed had managed to get herself out of the house and to class without missing anything despite the horniness and hangover. Good for her.
River would sleep for another two hours at least, and Rachel wouldn't suddenly rush back home for anything she had forgotten. Susan smiled and went back to her room with two cups of coffee.
Mark was awake on the bed, watching her as she entered.
"Good morning, Baby," Mama said. "I brought you Coffee."
Mark sat up in bed. "Put the coffee down for a minute." Mark said.
Mama obeyed, putting the two mugs on the dresser.
"Take your robe off."
There was no hesitation as Mama untied the robe and dropped it from her shoulders. She stood naked before him, on display. Her c-cup breasts sat naturally on her chest. The dark brown areola and nipples were hard and engorged on her breasts that held a rich olive color even in the heart of winter. Her black hair fell around her shoulders in a mess after the previous night's festivities in contrast to the neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair between her legs.
Mark swung himself to a sitting position and took his mother's waist, pulling her to him. He lifted his head to look at her face, even though he was level with her belly. "Mine," He said.
"Yours," Mama replied.
Mark leaned his head down to smell his mother's scent. He breathed in the heady taste of her skin. The beast was no longer a separate entity that had to be mollified and caged, but a fully integrated part of Mark. That part wanted to roll in her scent. It wanted to rub up against her to get her scent on him and his scent on her. Mark held his mother's hips as he nuzzled her belly with nose. He held her as he began kissing and licking her skin. He held her as he started to bite on her belly and hips.
He dropped to his knees before her and moved his hands to her ass as he buried his face in her pubic hair to inhale the rich aroma of her arousal. Mama put her hands in his hair and ran her fingers through it as he kneaded the firm globes of her ass. Mark would forever struggle to describe his mother's scent. It was like sunlight in a kitchen window, or Christmas morning after a long car ride. It was like putting your feet up after a long walk. It smelled like coming home.
He reached between her legs spread them apart enough that he could dive in between them and taste her. Mama didn't fight him. She smiled and laughed at his enthusiasm. "Have as much as you like, Baby."
Mark didn't need a second invitation, but he didn't dive in either. He was a careful, measured young man who liked to take his time with the things he enjoyed. Meditation and mindfulness had taught him the value of taking his time while taking his pleasure. He used his lips before he used his tongue. He used his tongue before he used his teeth. And once he had used his teeth, he used them all together to great effect. He caressed and pinched and teased Mama's pussy lips with his mouth until he felt her juices dripping down his chin. He teased her clit with his tongue, at first refusing to touch the little member that strained out of its hood in its desire to dance. He teased it until Mama moaned and tried to grind her clit into his mouth.
"Don't tease me like that Baby."
"You like to be teased," Mark said. "Tell me I'm wrong."
Mama whimpered as Mark's fingers spread her pussy wide and he could see each fold and curve of her engorged lips. "You're not wrong, Baby. You're just so good at that. When did you get so good at eating pussy?"
"An artist is hampered by his medium," Mark said, "I find myself no longer constrained." He lifted her off the ground and tossed her onto the bed.
Mama let out a squeal of surprise and joy as Mark threw her onto the bed. Mama spread her legs willingly and Mark dove in. He sucked on her clit as his tongue flicked over and around it. At the same time he took two fingers and started massaging her g-spot. Mama whimpered and moaned as he played her body like a piano until he brought her pleasure to a crescendo.
