Mafia Desire (Erotica)

“You don’t? Why not? You don’t find her attractive?”

“She’s awfully cute–”

“Yeah, that’s what she says.”

“–but she’s your daughter, so it would be pretty strange.”

“Yes, I suppose so. But she seems to have her heart set on it, and I’ve never been able to say no to her. So you’ll do it?”

“Well, I suppose so.”

“Good! How about tonight?”

“Tonight! That’s awfully fast.”

“No time like the present. Anyway, she seems to be in a hurry.”

“Well, okay.”

“Great. I’ll give her the good news.”

Joyce waited until she and her daughter were getting dinner ready. While Joyce was marinating some chicken and Hilary was preparing a hefty green salad, Joyce said with faux casualness, “Okay, dear, you’re on with Gerald tonight.”

Hilary almost choked on the piece of radish she’d stuck in her mouth. “What did you say?”

“I said, you and Gerald will be, um, cuddling tonight.”

“You mean it? Tonight? Oh-boy, oh-boy!”

“You don’t have to be quite so excited.”

“Well, it’s a big deal, isn’t it?”

“It certainly is. But just to clarify one point: you’re not going to, um, get knocked up, are you?”

Hilary rolled her eyes. “Jeez, Mom, I’m not that stupid. I’m not ovulating, if that’s what you mean.”

“Just checking.”

“You gonna give me some tips on what to do?”

“I’m sure you know what to do.”

“I know the basics. But can’t you tell me anything?”

Joyce paused for a fraction of a second. “Well, there is something I’d better tell you.”

“What?”

“It’s just this: Gerald’s member is, shall we say, rather substantial.”

Hilary grinned broadly. “You mean he has a big cock? Can’t you just say it like a regular person? ‘His member is rather substantial.’ Gee whiz, Mom, we’re not in the nineteenth century.”

“I just thought you should know.”

“Well, how big is big?”

Joyce held out her hands about eight inches apart.

Hilary raised her eyebrows. For the first time her enthusiasm seemed a little dampened. “Wow, that is big. Do you think he’ll be able to get it in me?”

“I don’t think he’ll go in all the way.”

“Thank heaven for small mercies. It’ll hurt, I guess.”

“Of course it will. You do still have your hymen, don’t you?”

“Sure I do!”

“Well, I don’t know. Some girls stick things up themselves and break their own hymens.”

“I’ve never stuck anything up myself, Mom.”

“Good to hear. Well, it’ll hurt, and you’ll bleed a little.”

“Only a little, right?”

“Right. It’s never very much.”

“Fine. Anything else I should know?”

“Well, you must know all about foreplay.”

“You mean sucking his cock?”

“That’s one thing.”

“He likes that?”

“Of course. Every man likes that.”

“Will he do stuff to me–foreplay, I mean?”

“I’m sure he will. He’s very considerate.”

“Well, yes.”

“Wonderful! I love to come!”

This enlightening conversation was interrupted by the man of the hour, who sauntered hesitantly into the kitchen. The women’s talk came to an abrupt end, but Gerald could tell from their red faces that he had been the subject of discussion.

Dinner was a strange affair, as the three of them sat around trying to pretend that the thing that was going to happen that night–Gerald taking Hilary to bed–wasn’t really going to happen. And yet, Hilary was as bubbly and chatty as always, not aware that the two older people at the table weren’t saying very much.

After dinner, the three of them tried to watch a movie, but no one could remember any of it after it was over. When they had turned the lights back on in the living room, Hilary gazed wide-eyed at Joyce and said, “Is it time, Mom?”

Joyce heaved a big sigh. “I suppose it is. You two go up and–enjoy yourselves.”

“Yippee!” Hilary gushed as she leaped up from the sofa, dragged Gerald to a standing position and led him upstairs.

Joyce had magnanimously let the couple use the master bedroom for this sacred occasion. Hilary, bold as brass as she usually was, experienced a bit of awe when she entered the room that was usually off-limits to her, and especially at the big king-size bed. (This was not in fact the bed or the room where she’d been conceived almost nineteen years ago: Joyce and Richard had lived in a crummy little apartment at the time.)

Twirling around in an ecstasy of anticipation, she began tossing off her clothes with abandon–halter top, short-shorts, bra, and panties. When she stood naked in front of Gerald, it was he who gawked at her with awe and wonder.

She was super-petite–only five foot two, and with the figure of a pixie or elf. This wasn’t to say she didn’t have nice curves: the swell of her hips and bottom was enough to make any man salivate. And although she was constantly denigrating her smallish breasts, they suited her general figure perfectly. As Gerald looked at her, he couldn’t help letting out a whimper. But otherwise he remained motionless in the middle of the room.

Hilary, hands on hips, stared back at him. “Come on, guy! Let’s get on the move!”

And Gerald continued to stand there like a statue, she took the initiative. Approaching him, she reached up to unbutton his shirt, pulling it off over his head. Then she addressed herself to his pants. Falling to her knees, she found that his belt was a tad tight, but she managed to unbuckle it, then unzipped his khaki pants. As they fell to the floor, she saw with wry pleasure that his underwear was pretty seriously distorted. Did I do that? Well, of course I did!

And she pulled his briefs down to his feet.

His cock leaped out at her, wagging like the tail of a dog. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw how big it was: since it was now right in front of her face, it looked even bigger. She held it in a firm grip at the base, amused at how her hand was barely able to wrap itself around the shaft. The tip was poking out of the foreskin (Gerald was uncircumcised), and after only a moment’s delay she popped it into her mouth.

Both of them let out little moans of pleasure. Gerald found that Hilary’s small mouth felt very different from Joyce’s as it encircled his member, and Hilary found the feel and taste of a man’s cock very distinctive. There’s no feeling like it in the world, is there? She didn’t exactly know what Gerald liked, so she tried everything: kissing and sucking the tip, licking the whole shaft like a popsicle, and even craning her neck down to stick his balls into her mouth. She’d heard men loved that–and Gerald’s moans became quite a bit louder when she rolled that big sac around in her mouth.

After a few minutes, Gerald couldn’t take it anymore, and he lifted Hilary up off her feet and kissed her firmly on the lips–getting a taste of his own cock in the process. Then he lowered her to the bed, placing her on her back as she instinctively spread her legs. She suddenly became fearful of what was to happen, and hoped Gerald would be as gentle as he could be; but Gerald had other things in mind.

As he had done with her mother, he first paid a lot of attention to those cute little breasts, then slid down her body so that he was facing her pussy. It was damp, but not as damp as it needed to be for the main event. So he buried his face in it, and now it was Hilary who groaned heavily as she felt a man’s lips and tongue on her labia and clitoris for the first time. And when Gerald inserted a tongue into her vagina as deep as it could go, he felt that ridiculous obstacle that he would be destroying in a matter of minutes.

But he was intent on making things as pleasant for this inexperienced girl as he could; and so he continued his licking. Hilary quickly became aware of what he was intending: He wants to make me come first. What a gentleman!

It didn’t take long. Both the feel of his questing lips and the sight of his head bobbing up and down in front of her sex caused her to feel the heavenly sensation that she had already come to love: a sort of warmth that radiated out from her pussy, cascaded all over her body, and then seemed to explode in her brain, causing her to cry out and hold Gerald’s head in place, as he continued licking while grabbing her round butt with both hands. Her orgasm went on and on–far longer than it did when she pleasured herself–and her eyes rolled in her head as her jaw dropped, her tongue stuck out of her mouth, and her legs quivered spasmodically as if she was being electrocuted.

When Gerald stopped, she felt a sudden crash that almost made her weep. She wanted more! But she knew that her partner himself was getting anxious to move on to the next part of the drama–and by now she was ready too.

He climbed up her body, placing his trunk between her legs and staring down benevolently at her with a soft smile. “Are you ready, dear?” he said.

“I–I think so,” she said, again feeling a bit of anxiety.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

“You need to be sure, Hilary.”

“I’m sure. Yes, I am! Please go in me.”

There was just a hint of melancholy on Gerald’s face as he brought his cock close to that magical opening, now dripping wet with her juices. He got in about an inch or so, and then got stuck. Looking down at the girl, he saw that she had closed her eyes tight shut, bracing herself for what she knew would be at least a little discomfort. Gerald cursed Nature for designing things in this clumsy way. Men never felt pain during this procedure; so why would a woman’s first time inevitably hurt her? What the hell was the use of that damn hymen anyway?

He didn’t pause to find out. A single forceful thrust punctured that little membrane like the popping of a bubble, and he muffled Hilary’s whimper by pasting his lips against hers.

She instinctively wrapped her legs around his hips as he got into a smooth but relentless rhythm. The sharp pain she felt had turned into a strange feeling of expansion, as her vagina worked to accommodate this large member for the first time. For a few moments it felt as if Gerald’s entire body was going into her; but in a surprisingly short time she got used to his pumping.