Valentine's Ghost
[all characters over the age of 18]
Belinda turned around and stuck out her ass, smiling as she examined herself in the mirror. It was Valentine's Day and she had bought some new lingerie to surprise her fiancee with. The set was bright red and decorated with little hearts all over, straps crisscrossing, the sheer material cradling her intimate places on full display. She ran her hands over her tits and ass, fingers lingering over her pussy. She fought the urge to rub one out at that very moment. Her fiancee Robby had been out of town for almost two months now and the anticipation of having his beautiful cock inside her again after so long was driving Belinda wild.
The best part was that her son, Carter, would be out of the house all night. Belinda and Bobby would be able to go as hard and loud as they wanted. Belinda was always something of a screamer, something she had tried to get under control all her life, but she never could. The only thing that actually helped was a ball gag, and Belinda wasn't sure if Bobby was quite ready to be introduced to that.
As much as she loved her fiancee, Belinda worried that he was too vanilla. He had a decent sized dick and could manage all the basics, but Belinda liked her lovers will a bit of an edge. It excited her to be dominated, really used like the slut she couldn't afford to be in her day to day life, the exterior of a responsible mother and businesswoman collapsing into a horny little carnal animal.
Hearing a knock at her bedroom door, Belinda threw a heavy robe around herself and went to see who it was. On the other side was her son, Carter, in a tight black t-shirt and jeans, the faint smell of cigarettes about him. As much as Belinda hated smoking, the smell always reminded her of her father, so she let it slide as much as she could. As long as Carter didn't smoke in front of her--which he seemed to know not to do--she ignored it and they stayed at a happy medium.
"What is it, honey?" asked Belinda, "I'm still getting ready to see Bobby."
"Is that tonight?" asked Carter with a smile.
"Of course," answered Belinda, "It's Valentine's."
"I know, Mom," said Carter, pulling his mother into a one-armed hug, "I'm just teasing you."
Belinda could swear Carter was breathing in the smell of her hair. He had always been obsessed with her hair as a little boy. Her hair wasn't as long as it had been when he was young, so he needed to get in real close to get a good whiff. Belinda thought it was a little inappropriate, but the proximity excited her, so she never complained about that either. Part of her wondered if she gave her son a little too long of a leash. He was never a troublemaker for her, but he had a bit of mean streak in him that jumped out from time to time. She always worried her boy would take something too far someday and she would lose him.
"You still going out tonight?" asked Belinda, her son's face still in her hair. She tried not to sound too excited, but she had really been looking forward to putting a show on for Bobby.
"Sure am," said Carter, pulling away to look his mother in the eye, "I don't know late I'll be back. I'll try not to wake you if it's past midnight."
"Oooo, past midnight," said Belinda, gently grabbing her son's face and cradling it while she looked at him, "Must be some girl you've got. I'd love to meet her. When you're ready of course."
Carter just laughed and gave his mom a quick kiss on the forehead. Belinda blushed at the unexpected affection. Before she could say anything else, Carter spun around and walked off down the hall.
"Have fun," he called back as he rounded the corner, heading towards the kitchen, "Don't do anything I wouldn't do."
****
It was half past eight and Belinda was still waiting for Bobby, half-dressed and holding a wineglass precariously over her living room carpeting. She had texted Bobby multiple times with no response. Around six, she was getting a little agitated and started drinking without him. A small glass of wine turned into a big one and soon she was moving from one bottle to a fresh one. Where Bobby was or why he wasn't texting her back was driving her crazy. Was he hurt? Lost? Had he gotten bored of her and decided to make a point of it by ghosting her on Valentine's day? She really had no idea, and by this point, she didn't really care. She was just depressed and lonely. Most of all, she was stinking drunk.
"Fuck him," muttered Belinda, rubbing her hands over her body, trying to remind herself how sexy she still was. Sure, she was on the wrong side of forty-five and she wasn't the wide-eyed little fuck bunny she had been at eighteen or even twenty-five, but she was still hot. She had filled out and her assets were bigger than ever, but that was hot. She was the woman who every boy wanted to be their mommy. Any young stud would want a run at the milf that Bobby was stupidly standing up.
Mommy. Young stud. Belinda's drunken, horny mind wandered back to Carter. Where was he right now? She still hadn't met this mysterious girlfriend of his. Was he with her right now, somewhere quiet? Had this girl done the same thing that Belinda had done and bought sexy new underwear to wrap herself up in like a present and excite her lover? Was Carter unwrapping that little slut right now, rigid, ready to fuck her tight teen pussy? Belinda imagined being that girl and pulling him in close, smelling that same cigarette smoke that Belinda had smelled earlier, committing that mix of scents to memory as Carter went rigid and filled her up with his hot, young cum.
Belinda finished her wine in one gulp and then poured herself another. Bobby had left her in such a bad state that she was having elaborate sexual fantasies about her own son. She laughed and laughed. How sad and profane it all was. The worst part was that she was so horny she had absentmindedly start fingering herself through her panties while she was thinking of her son's sex life. The image should make her recoil, but she couldn't stop thinking about it. His smells, his strength, the geometries of that beautiful body in violent sexual motion. She had to put her glass down because her hand was acting of its own accord. Once she had both hands free, one slipped into her panties while the other played with her tits again. The material felt good and tight against her body as she worked herself to a climax right there in her living room.
Belinda caught her breath and tried to take stock of her surroundings. She came down from a powerful climax to find herself alone on a big couch in a dark living room. Her sexy underwear and her wine bottles had stopped making her feel sexy and just made her feel ridiculous. She had the thought that she should make herself stand up and move to her bedroom, but the thought became fuzzy and faded into blackness as she drifted into sleep.
****
It was dark out when Belinda woke and felt hands touching her. Her panties where off and she was exposed to the cold night air of the dark living room. The hands that moved over her body seemed to know exactly where to go and where to touch her. This was no fumbling nighttime molestation, but something sensual and exciting, coaxing her awake in time for inevitable sex.
"Bobby?" Belinda asked the black shape hovering above her. Her eyes struggled to adjust and her head ached from all the wine she had consumed, but she knew it must be Bobby, arriving in the night after all those lost hours in silence. The shape did not answer. For a moment, she felt its hand close over her throat, and she got excited at the pressure. The wandering hands played with her breasts before making their way slowly down down her belly and to her thighs, framed by the sexy stocking and garters in a mass of red mesh and little valentine's hearts.
"I missed you, baby," said Belinda, giving herself over to those hands as they moved to her hot inner thighs. She spread her knees for him, leaving her pussy open to his gaze, throwing her head back as she felt hot breath and the exploratory tip of a tongue licking at her clit.
"I want to fuck you so badly, baby," she moaned, almost whining, urging him to finally take her. The black shape of the man took his time, licking and probing her hot pussy, working her towards a climax. Belinda shook minutes later as the feeling finally overtook her.
"Fuck," she muttered as the shivers of her orgasm wracked her body like electricity. She was still catching her breath as she felt her lover move up her body and position something at her sensitive pussy lips. He was hard and thick, but she was well lubricated and ready to take him in with a single well-aimed thrust.
"Oh baby," said Belinda, "You always feel so good inside me. Fuck me on couch, fuck me like your little slave, make me feel good, Bobby."
