Message-ID: <27362asstr$973883402@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <383791977.973463046101.JavaMail.root@web349-mc> From: Red Redman Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-WM-FaxTo: X-Original-Subject: Aniv - Flash: Sublimation {Redman} Subject: {ASSM} Anniv-Flash: Sublimation {Redman} Date: Fri, 10 Nov 2000 14:10:02 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: assm-admin Sublimation {Redman} She wore a blue paisley wrap-around dress that tied in front. Her body made every male who met her want to reach out and untie that knot, as though she secretly desired to be suddenly undressed. She was five years older than I was, and had the lean look of a woman used to denying herself. She was a neon light, flashing brightly at my libido. I could try sparkling repartee in an attempt to lure her to my bed. Or I could write a story about her. The story was easier. * * * * * Gloria stood at her kitchen counter making her son's breakfast. Sam came into the kitchen, giving her a hug and a peck on the cheek just as every morning. He wasn't one of those standoffish teenagers. Maybe it was because he wanted every opportunity he could to be close to her. God that dress looks hot, he thought, appreciating her sexy blue paisley wrap-around dress. It made him want to reach out and pull the end, untying it quickly, leaving her suddenly exposed . . . suddenly naked. But his mother had never given him any indication that she would accept such an advance. Not the way Rachael had. Just then, Rachael walked into the room. She was the spitting image of mother, only younger. She had a lean look as well, but the knowing glance and the sexy sway of her hips when mother wasn't looking reminded Sam that Rachael, at least, never denied her urges. As they all sat down at the breakfast table, Rachael winked at him. Sam blushed, remembering the way she had come to his room last night, and again this morning. She certainly had denied him nothing either time. He had wanted remove her seductive clothing piece by piece, kissing each spot of pale flesh as it appeared. Rachael had let him. He had wanted to crawl between her legs, kissing and licking her pussy for hours. Rachael had let him. When he needed swift release; Rachael fucked him, quick and rough, needing it as much as he did. Even when he wanted to make love to her gently, whispering obscenities and calling her by mother's name, Rachael let him do that too! Gloria worried about her son. He was daydreaming again. She knew he wanted to be a writer and appreciated his vivid imagination, but he needed more interactions with the real world. "Greg, will you answer something that's been troubling me?" "Sure Mom!" "Do you ever regret being an only child? Not having a sister of brother to grow up with?" "Not really, Mom. Besides, if I ever did, I could always imagine the perfect companion, in my head." Gloria shook her head, concerned. That's exactly what I mean, she thought to herself. Rachael gave Sam a wink, knowing Gloria would never understand, and ran her tongue sensuously over her lips. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+