2 comments/ 11644 views/ 0 favorites Flame's Desire By: SallyJanes Flamingo Browning sat on the floor outside her mother's bedroom, on the eve of her 18th birthday, peeking through the crack in the door. It had become somewhat of a ritual. Her mother, the famous April Browning, was dressed in a see through top and short tight skirt, and wrapped in a bright red feather boa. Her body moved with the beat of the music playing in the background - another private show. For the last 10 years April had danced beneath the bright lights, on stage, in skimpy expensive costumes. She loved to flaunt her body, loved the attention that she got from men. She was featured on huge video billboards headlining shows on the Vegas Strip. She was dazzling, with a lush pale body, curvy in all the right places, and soft wavy red hair cascading down her back. Men couldn't help but watch her. A shameless extrovert, April grabbed the center of attention, and gathered friends easily. Flamingo often wondered why she didn't possess the same outgoing nature; not knowing who her father was, she wondered if he had been shy like she was. She thought being flamboyant might be a lot more fun; yet, she sometimes cringed at her mother's behavior. When April drank, which was often, she was loud and obnoxious, at times cursing in long streams of profanity without a care who listened. Flame knew she had a lot of her mother's features, the creamy smooth skin, high cheek bones, and wide doe like eyes, but without the attention grabbing implants. More often than not, April brought men home after her late show, but never more than one night. Usually just for a few hours in fact. Flamingo never knew what kind of man her mother would bring home. Some were clean cut and sharply dressed in expensive suits, and shoes that looked like they never hit pavement. Others looked like they could have walked right out of an old 70's cigarette ad, clad in tight jeans and cowboy boots. The one thing they all had in common was money, and plenty of it. Just before midnight, Flame heard the familiar two sets of feet walk into the hall. "Can I get you a drink Dick?" April never bothered to whisper. Fame tiptoed to the door quietly, and looked out. Dick looked like he probably had a desk job. He was expensively dressed, but didn't look like he got a lot of exercise during the day. Flame guessed him to be in his 60's. He was on the tall side, with a large belly that strained the buttons on his expensive looking suit. Dick's scent was a mixture of expensive cologne, and cigar smoke that was overly sweet and turned Flame's stomach. Her mother didn't seem to mind. April quickly worked the buttons of his black vest, like she couldn't wait to get to his skin. She made sounds of appreciation in her throat, as she pulled him with her toward the bedroom. She smiled seductively, and looked up into his face. Her eyes were opening wide, her teeth scraping her bottom lip, as she tilted her head to the side and pulled him closer with his dark red tie. His face, as he looked down at April, was an unhealthy looking, blotchy red. It was covered in a light sheen of sweat, and pitted from what must have been severe acne. The look on his face reminded Flame of a movie she once saw, where a starving man had at last been presented with a great feast. His eyes moved over her mother's body much like the starving man had looked at the food laid out on the table. In the movie, she had wondered how he kept from throwing himself face first into the closest bowl. Flame watched Dick, wondering if he would pounce, or restrain himself long enough to get into her mother's bedroom. He pounced. His hands shot out and he grabbed both of April's breasts in his hands. His face became an even darker red, and he groaned as he watched his hands squeeze her breasts through her black sheer blouse. He ground his lower body into hers, breathing heavily through his open mouth. "You were so hot tonight. Every man in the place got a hard on watching you. But I had a feeling you were dancing just for me. You kept watching me. I knew I was going to fuck you tonight. And here we are." As he was speaking one hand found its way up April's very short skirt. April's back was up against the wall. She arched her lower body further into him and slowly started to slide her left leg up Dick's right leg, her knee reaching his waist. She wrapped her leg around him pulling his body toward her. Her hand still held his tie, and she pulled on it, dragging his head down to hers. When April had Dick's face down level with hers, she slowly licked his top lip, then bit his bottom lip, and sucked it into her mouth. "Oh you're right; I've had my eye on you all night." April reached down with her free hand and rubbed it up and down the front of Dick's pants. "Mmmmm, Dick, what a big dick you have." April laughed at her wit, then dropped her leg, and pushed him with both hands toward the bedroom door. "I can't wait to get my hands on you." Dick turned and walked into the bedroom, grabbing one of April's hands as he went. April followed him through the doorway, and closed the door, leaving it slightly ajar. Flame waited a few minutes and then made her way quietly to her mother's bedroom door. The crack in the door left most of the room viewable, including the bed and side chair, as well as the large entertainment center. Flame sat on the hallway floor, hidden in the darkness. April had removed her skirt and blouse, and was standing next to the bed in her thigh high stockings, heels, and black lace strapless bra, with matching garters. She didn't have on anything else. Dick was looking at her with a big hungry smile on his face, as he removed his shirt and pants. "This is what you've been waiting for right here," he said, as reached into his boxers and pulled out the biggest cock Flame had ever seen. It was so thick and long, and the tip curled upward. He was stroking himself with one hand, while his other hand began to rub his big hairy chest and stomach. He had big hands, but they weren't big enough to close around his fully erected cock. Flame silently shuddered at the thought of such a huge cock being squeezed into her small body. She shuddered again, but her cunt quivered. She was sure he was just too large, even for her mother. "Yes it is, you are hung like a prize Kentucky stallion" April purred. Her voice was syrupy, full of apparent admiration. "Think you can handle all this?" Dick did not have a poker face. He looked like he knew he had the winning hand, and was about to take the pot. He definitely did not suffer from any kind of inferiority complex, Flame thought. She imagined for a moment that he was one of those guys who stood at the urinal in the men's bathroom, and watched other men's reactions to his massive cock. She could just see the look he would have. He would really enjoy the fact that he had the biggest cock most people had ever seen. "Oh, I think I can handle you, but we'll just have to wait and see wont we?" April was still smiling, and didn't look the least bit frightened. She walked slowly and confidently over to Dick who was now naked, and draping his clothes across the chair. As he turned to face her again she slid up to him, placing her hands on his chest, and sliding them up to his shoulders, as the rest of her body moved forward softly into his. She stood on tip toe and whispered in his ear, "I want you to go lie down on that bed, hands above your head, and holding onto the slats in the head board, flat on your back. Do you understand?" "Yes." The one word was all he said as hurried to follow her instructions. The bed creaked with his weight, as he flopped his body over onto his back with no grace at all. He lay on his back, his big belly jiggling as he moved. His cock was lying against his stomach. April disappeared from Flame's view for a moment. When she returned to the side of the bed, she had a set of hand cuffs. "I think I'll just make sure your hands don't get in my way." April sat across Dick's chest, her naked pussy an inch from his face, as she leaned forward and snapped on the hand cuffs, making sure to run them between the slats. Dick closed his eyes and inhaled her scent. "How does that feel?" April asked. Dick was watching where April's pussy was rubbing against his chest. "Oh, that feels real good." He said. "Does it?" April asked, as she started to move her hips back and forth. Her ass and pussy rubbing against him even more. "Yes, it does, but if you scoot that ass back a little bit further, it would feel a hell of a lot better." "Oh, I bet it would, but I have the control tonight. You have no say in the matter, none at all." "Aren't you supposed to give me a safe word?" Dick asked, obviously amused. "No safe word. When I'm done with you, I'll let you go. That's the only thing you need to know. You wanted to know if I could handle that cock of yours, now I want to see if you can handle me." April rose up off of his chest, her legs spread, feet on either side of his chest. It was a wide stance due to his size. It opened her pussy completely. April watched Dick's face as she stepped forward, her feet against his shoulders. Standing over him, she slowly removed her bra. The chain on the cuffs clattered as Dick tried to reach forward with his hands. "Damn!" He shouted. "Sit on my face baby, give me that juicy pussy." April laughed. "I don't think you understand the concept yet Dick. You want this pussy?" April placed a hand on her belly, and slowly moved it down toward her pussy. Using one finger, she very lightly touched her clit, and then moved further down to touch the wet opening. "You want this wet pussy Dick?" "Yes, let me lick that wet pussy, give me a taste." April stepped forward again, her feet at his ears. She bent her knees, bringing her pussy to within inches of his face. Again the cuffs clattered against the bed as he tried to rise up. April stood up and placed her foot on his chest. "Don't make me tie your head down. Be a good boy and lie still." "Fuck, those heels hurt!" Dick said. "Yes, I know, so lie still." Dick lay still again. April placed her foot back down by his head. Again she bent her knees, bringing herself within inches of his face. She started playing with herself, using her fingers to massage her clit, and moving lower to enter her pussy. Flame could hear the wetness as her fingers moved in and out, a wet suction, and slapping as she moved her hand faster and faster. Then a quieter swishing type sound as her mother vigorously massaged her clit. Dick opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, then started flicking it as if he actually had it on her clit. April stood up again. She turned around, her back to him, but straddled him again. She slowly started to sit on his chest, looking over her shoulder watching him, as she brought her ass close to his face, and then slid it forward out of his reach. The movement was dragging her wet pussy through his hairy chest. "Mmmmmm, that feels good. That hairy chest is scratching me where it itches." April started moving on him. Her hands braced between her thighs, as her hips moved back and forth quickly on him. "Oh, that feels so good. I could cum like this, using just your hairy chest." April stopped her movements and glanced at him over her shoulder again, "But I have other plans." Dick moaned and closed his eyes tight, his hips moving up off the bed in a couple of small thrusts. "Suck my cock baby." "My, you are a slow learner Dick." April reached and placed her hands on bed at Dick's hips, bringing her face down to his cock. Flame watched her pucker her lips and blow a long breath on the head. Dick thrust his hips again hitting April on the chin. April sat up, turned around, and pinched Dick's nipple. "Ow! Hey that hurt." "Yes, I know. Lie still." April stood up on the bed again. She moved down to stand between his legs. "Spread 'em." She said. "Yes maam!" "Now you're learning." Dick spread his legs, making room for her. April crawled on her hands and knees, placing her mouth on his hairy balls and sucking. "Oh yes!" Dick moaned. April continued upward. Placing her tongue at the base of Dick's cock and slowly licking all the way up the length of his cock. When she reached his tip, she laid her chest on top of him, and started sliding like a snake up his body. Her breasts were sandwiching his cock. Her mouth was taking tiny bites of his belly and chest as she moved. When her hips reached his she put her hands on the bed and lifted her upper body off of him, dragging her pussy up his entire length. She moved back into a sitting position on top of his cock. She sat there grinding herself against him. "Mmmmm, you're so hard and hot, and so slick now. You feel so good on my pussy." "Yes, mmmm, you feel so good on my cock." April reached up and pulled a bottle from under the other pillow on the bed. She opened and poured some of the liquid into her hand. She began to spread it all over Dick's cock, from top to base. Dick was squirming and panting as she did. "Baby, I'm not going to last long if you keep doing that." "Dick, you'll cum when I tell you to cum, and not before. Do you understand?" "Yes." He forced the word out through clenched teeth, as April kept applying lube. "There, that should do. Remember to lie still. If you don't, I will have to stop what I'm doing and punish you. Do you understand?" "Yes." April stood up straddling his hips, and reached down to pick up his cock. "Put your feet on mattress, and bring your legs closer together." When his legs were in the position she wanted, April put one hand on his knee, as she held his cock with the other. She slowly started to lower herself onto him. "Don't move Dick." April was going really slow. Flame was sure any moment she would give up and tell the man he was just too big. Then she started moving up and down. Still supporting herself with both hands now on his knees. Flame heard Dick breathing hard and moaning. April kept moving, using her arms and legs to continue to move up and down on the tip of Dick's cock. "Oh fuck, that feels good." Dick said. April stopped for a brief moment and took him in further. Again she moved up and down on him. Flame watched Dick's face, it was so red, and sweat was rolling from his forehead. His teeth were gritted evidently trying not to cum. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." He was whispering. When Flame looked back at April again, she was sitting fully on Dick. She had taken him in completely. She was using her arms and legs again to move up and down in a slow rhythm that got quicker and quicker. He was sweating profusely now, breathing loudly, and fast. Flame couldn't watch anymore, she was afraid the man was going to have a heart attack. Flame hurried quietly to her room. She closed her door and sat in her bed listening. She could still hear his breathing, getting louder and louder. He was moaning with every exhale, faster and louder. "Uhh, uhh, uhh. I gotta cum." He roared. "No." Flame heard April say. "Ohhh fuck, please. I'm gonna blow." "Almost there, I'll tell you when." His moans were so loud, and so fast, Flame covered her ears and closed her eyes, wishing it was over. "Now, Dick!" "Ahhhh, Fuck! Yes. Uhh, uhh uhh." The bed was hitting the wall now with each "uhh" Dick uttered. "Yes, yes, yes!" April yelled. Thirty minutes later the front door opened and closed. Dick was gone. He hadn't had a heart attack. Flame looked at the clock in her room. It was 3am. She laid down and finally closed her eyes to sleep. 2 The following day Flame began packing her belongings for her move to the college dorm. It seemed like a never ending task, and by 9pm she was exhausted. She showered and climbed into bed, then dozed off early, due to last night's lack of sleep. It seemed like she had just closed her eyes when she heard the front door open, and a deep masculine voice, followed by her mother's laugh. She lay silent in her bed listening to their movements as they made their way to the master bedroom. Flame could smell a spicy somewhat outdoorsy scent in the air. It literally made her mouth water. She liked the smell, and the deep warm sound of his voice, that reminded her of warm liquid chocolate, so rich and sweet and sinful. She slid quietly out of bed to see what he looked like. Her room was dark, with no light to escape into the dimly lit hallway. Her mother had just turned on the light to the bedroom as Flame made it to the door. The view from behind was even better than the smell. Broad shoulders, dark hair that looked slightly damp, narrow waist, long legs. He looked like a business man, but not a desk jockey. He looked a lot more rugged. Flamingo felt an instant pull of attraction. The man was gorgeous. He could be a model for a soda commercial. Flamingo could picture him shirtless on a hot sunny day, his head tipped back as he drank an icy cold beverage, drops of water dripping down onto his golden brown, sweat drenched chest. Flamingo fantasized about licking those droplets from his skin. He would taste salty, and be so warm against her tongue. "Welcome to my home Tom." April said. There had been lots of "Toms" over the years, several "Dicks" and "Harrys" as well. Her mother brought home all types of men, some attractive, some not. When Flame was younger she was told to never come out of her room unless her mother called for her. And for the most part Flame did what her mother told her to do. But tonight, like many others, she was drawn here by the sounds, and even the smells. She couldn't explain it, she just knew she had to watch. She waited at her own door for several minutes, until she heard the squeak of her mother's door being closed. Then she crawled out into the hall, not making a sound. There was a beam of light shining through to the hallway coming from the lights in the bedroom. She stopped beside it and looked through the crack of the door. Tom was seated in the chair that sat up against the wall. His back was mostly to the wall, but Flame could see the side of his face as his eyes followed her mother around the room. Her mother had lit some candles, and turned to turn off the lights in the room. Flame leaned back to make sure she wouldn't be seen. After the light had been turned off she scooted closer to the door. Her mother went to the enclosed tv and computer stand, and turned on some music. It was a blues song. Flame knew the song, 'My Handy Man.' A slow, seductive rhythm started playing. It reminded Flame of an old 60's movie. It made you want to just close your eyes and sway. And that's what her mother began to do. She had her hands up in her long, red hair. Her eyes were closed. Her head was tipped back and to the side drawing Tom's eye to her long, slim, neck. Her hips were moving slowly with the music. She was wearing a tight black and red dress that hugged every curve. It dipped low between her full breasts, showing a generous amount of cleavage. Her mother had large beautiful breasts that defied gravity, and sat perfectly front and center on her chest, thanks to the help of one of Las Vegas' top plastic surgeons. Her nipples were the size of pencil erasers, and were surrounded by a dark circle of rosy, sensitive skin. Flame glanced down at her own chest, wishing her b's could be d's. She had smallish nipples compared to her mother. But what they lacked in size, they made up for in sensitivity. She loved the way her body responded when she swept her thumb across her nipple, imagining that it was a man's tongue. Her mother continued to dance, and to tease. She spread her legs far apart stretching the fabric of her dress tight at her hips and thighs. The dress was short, barely coming down far enough to cover the curve of her rounded ass. As she swayed back and forth, her hips doing a figure 8, she let her hands fall from her hair. Her fingers started trailing down her neck, down chest, and skimming down to her breasts. Stopping there for a moment and squeezing herself. Her hands were cupping and lifting, offering herself to him. Flame's Desire Flame glanced at Tom, wanting to see his reaction. He was sitting low in the chair, his legs bent and his feet flat on the floor. His upper body was almost lying in the chair. One hand on the arm of the chair, the other slowly stroking the front of his dress pants. Flame could see his bulge from where she sat. Watching his hand move slowly over himself, as he watched the woman in front of him, made Flame's pulse race. Again her mouth was watering, her heart pounding, her skin was burning. She could feel goose bumps breaking out on her skin, even on the top of her head. It felt like an electric current moving through her entire body. He liked watching. Flame wondered how it would feel to be dancing in front of him like that. Having the confidence and security to put herself on display for a man's pleasure; for this man's pleasure, to have his eyes burn into her, to feel his desire for her, and to see it on his face. She closed her eyes and in her mind took her mothers place. Her hands running through her long strawberry blonde hair, her deep green eyes focused on the man in front of her, her long, lean body, swaying to the music. Her hands going to her breast, squeezing her taut pink nipples until it was almost painful. Moaning softly at the pleasure her body was feeling, and at the lust reflected on Tom's face. Flame opened her eyes, afraid she had just moaned out lout. But no one had heard, her mother was still dancing, Tom was still watching, and stroking. She wanted so badly to see him stroking without his clothes in the way. As if on cue, Tom began to unbutton the buttons on his shirt, as April began to slide the side zipper down on her dress. He tossed his shirt to the floor beside the chair. His chest was perfect. Flame's eyes traveled down the newly exposed flesh. He had a light amount of dark hair scattered across his upper chest, and gradually tapered off to nothing as she got to his belly button. From there a dark thick line of hair led down from his belly button to below the waist band of his pants. Flame wanted to follow that path with her fingers, and with her mouth. As the thought went through her mind a burst of heat hit her between her legs. She felt her pussy clench, and begin to throb. She was soaking wet. She had never been this turned on before. Boys her age just didn't interest her. She had been on a few dates. But no one had ever made her feel like she was on fire. She'd been touched, petted, and kissed by a couple of guys, but this was so much more intense. Her whole body was reacting to the sight of this man. Then his hands were at the waist of his pants, slowly unbuttoning, then unzipping. The sound of his zipper became the loudest sound in the room for Flame. She held her breath as he slid it down so slowly she wanted to scream. The sound of metal on metal as the zipper moved slowly releasing, slowly opening, slowly, so slowly, unwrapping, the object of Flame's desire. She felt an odd desperation to see him completely nude. Stroking himself for her. Finally as his zipper reached the bottom, his cock sprang out. Flames eyes grew huge, and her body trembled. He had the most gorgeous cock she had ever seen. The head was smooth and dark, with a bead of moisture right on the tip. He had his hand wrapped around himself, and he was stroking in a slow rhythm, his thumb crossing over the tip spreading his pre cum all around the head of his cock. He had long thick veins criss crossing his entire length from base to head. His hand, gliding over them, pressing against them. It was an amazing sight. Flame could almost feel him in her hand, her fingers, following each vein. She never dreamed a vein could be so erotic, or the moist tip of a man's cock could call to her. "Oh, my." She whispered. Then her mother was standing between them. Flame saw her hand reach to the back as she unbuttoned the top of her dress and let it fall to the floor. She was braless, standing before him in only her sexy black thong. The thin hip straps, making slight indentions into her curves. "Mmmmmm, nice tits." Tom said. April smiled and turned around, her back to Tom she continued to move her hips. With her hands on her ass, rubbing up and down the backs of her thighs, and back up to her ass. She bent forward and placed her hands on her shins. She began shaking her butt, her cheeks and thighs jiggling. Then she slowly started to peel her tiny thong down her body, looking over her shoulder and smiling back at him. "Nice ass too." April, slowly stood back up, and faced him. "Thanks doll, nice cock. Mind if I have a taste?" April was moving to her knees between Tom's legs. Flame could see his face and chest again. "Help yourself," he said. Flame watched her mother lower her mouth to Tom's cock. She longed to be the one tasting him. Flame couldn't wait any longer. She was burning from within. She slipped her hand inside her panties stopping at her clit. She pressed down with her middle finger, and started making small circles. "Oh, mmmm," she moaned silently to herself. She squeezed her legs together around her hand, intensifying the throbbing deep inside. She leaned her head back against the wall still watching as her mother's lips closed around Tom's cock. She broke out in a light sweat all over her body that did nothing to cool her. She was panting, as she watched. Squeezing her legs tighter, she slipped two fingers inside. "Mmmmm, oh my gosh." She was soaking. She pulled her hand out of her panties, slowly lifting it to her lips. She stuck one finger into her mouth, tasting herself for the very first time. It tasted slightly sweet and salty. And it felt like silk on her tongue, not like water at all, more like cream. She rubbed her wet fingers across her lips. She felt so wonderfully naughty. The thought brought a smile to her face. "Oh yeah, that's good," Tom said. Flame's attention returned to her mother, who was bobbing her head up and down on Tom's cock. She could hear the slurping sound coming from her mother's mouth each time she reached his tip. Flame was watching his face. He was leaning his head to the side, watching his cock disappear into her mother's mouth. Then he placed a hand at the back of her head, and held her there as he thrust his hips upwards. "Mmmmmm, oh yeah. Take that cock baby." "Mmmmm." Her mother responded with a moan. Tom scooted to the edge of the chair, sitting up and bending over as April continued to suck, and slurp his cock. He still had one hand on her head, the other hand slid up her thigh to her pussy. "Oh yeah, nice and wet aren't you?" Flame could see his hand moving, he was finger fucking her mother. She could hear the wet slap of his hand as he went deep. "How's that? You like that baby?" Her mother pulled her mouth completely off his cock, "Oh, fuck yeah." Tom brought his hands up under her arms, and lifted her onto his lap. He turned her so her back was to his chest, and eased her down onto his wet cock. He lay back in the chair again, and held her against his chest, his hands on her breasts as he started pumping into her. "Mmmm, yes...that's so good." April said. Tom moved his hands and put them around April's waist and lifted her several inches up off of him. His strokes became longer and faster. "Oh yes honey, that's good, fuck yes, just like that." Flame could hear the slap as Tom's thrust upwards again and again hitting April's ass. April was gasping, and rolling her hips each time he withdrew. "Yes, yes, yes...keep going...yes, yes...I'm gonna cum. Uhhhh, mmmm, YES." Flame saw her mother grab Tom's wrists which were still at her waist. Her upper body bent forward, she threw her head back, and screamed, "Oh shit! Oh fuck!" and she screamed again, her body jerking as if she had been given an electric shock. Between the shocks her body trembled, and she pulled her legs tightly together. Before April could completely catch her breath, Tom picked her up again and took her to the bed, her back still to his chest. He placed her on all fours. She sank to her elbows, and remained on her knees, her ass in the air. Tom was behind her, his fingers in her drenched pussy. His fingers were dripping wet when he brought them out and rubbed her puckered opening. For several minutes he continued, moving the slick liquid from her pussy to her ass. Then he stroked his cock, and bent down sucked the tender skin on either side of her tight opening. Flame felt her own juices flowing at the sight. Tom entered April from behind, his cock sliding in easily and coming out slick and wet. Flame loved the way his hips moved, so strong, so steady and quick. He was beautiful to look at, so mesmerizing to watch. Flame thought he must be the sexiest man she had ever seen. And that ass, mmmm. Watching his muscles move as he thrust forward was so hot. As he continued to thrust, Tom placed his thumb at April's tight hole. The top part of his thumb disappeared inside. "OH! Oh my God. Mmmm, yes." April still sounded a little breathless, but she made her pleasure known. Looking over her shoulder and pushing back into Tom. Tom spread his fingers out over April's tail bone as his thumb started moving in and out, pounding into her pussy with cock, and fucking her ass with his thumb. Flame was so hot watching, her body damp all over. She imagined it was her being pleasured. She was getting so wet she was afraid she would leave a puddle on the wood floor. She needed some relief; she needed Tom's hard cock moving inside her. Flame brought her knees to her chest and hugged them with one arm. She placed her other hand on the outside of her thigh and brought it around her bottom and under her panties, touching her wetness from behind. She slipped her fingers inside, getting them wet. She pumped them in and out, imagining it was Tom fucking her from behind. She used her ring finger and firmly apply pressure to her tiny back opening, still moving her fingers in and out. The walls of her passage surrounded her fingers tightly. Her index finger was rubbing the front wall, her middle finger rubbing the back. And she continued to watch as her body pulsed. "Oh Jesus, I'm going to cum again." April said breathlessly. Tom's hand moved from April's ass and smacked her hard on her ass cheek. "Wait. Not yet." "Ohhhh, oww, I can't wait, I'm gonna cum." Tom raised his hand and smacked the other cheek. He was moving his hips fast, as his thumb moved back to her anus. "Ok, baby, cum for me." Tom was pounding into her hard, fully withdrawing and pounding into her again. "Ahhhhh!" April screamed as her body started to convulse again. Her hair was wet and sticking to her face, her mouth open and desperately drawing in air. Her arms collapsed and she fell into the mattress. Tom was still holding her hips and pounding into her. Then Flame heard a low powerful roar, and saw Tom thrust hard one last time and stay buried inside. April arched her back and groaned. Flame felt a building desperation inside, her body reaching and grasping for something. A pulsing began around her fingers. Flame squeezed the muscles inside to stop the throbbing, feeling herself squeeze tightly around her fingers. The squeezing had the opposite effect. The throbbing intensified, and Flame felt it through her whole body, like a drum that was struck in the center, and sent out vibrations through the air. Vibrations that she felt move through her, electrifying her skin with its intensity. Flame knew she should stop, but she couldn't. She was watching as her mother's body quivered. She bit her bottom lip to stop her own scream, as her fingers were squeezed so tightly by her body, that all she could do was curl them, her opening clamped tight and pulsing. So she did. She curled her fingers, and touched her clit with her thumb. One touch, released the uncontrollable reaction. Flame slid down the wall, no longer able to sit still. She felt a dam break inside. She squeezed her eyes closed, and saw stars, as her body clenched, and exploded in a ball of intense heat. Her hips thrusting forward, and her thighs squeezing together. Oh, the throbbing. The intense drum being replaced with hot waves of liquid pulses, from her still buried fingers to the top of her head. Over and over again the waves hit her, sending ripples of pleasure through her. She had lost total control of her body. She felt boneless, like she was floating on a cloud. She let her fingers slide out of her body, as her arm lost the ability to move. She lay there for a moment as her body started to relax and try to return to normal. Every few seconds she felt a dull clenching and releasing as the muscles that had been squeezing her fingers so tightly, began to loosen. The dull aching and throbbing that followed her intense orgasm, was so pleasurable, she didn't want to move. She wanted to feel this way for hours. Flame knew she couldn't lay there long. She sat up and scooted close to the wall, giving her legs just a few more moments before she stood up. 3 April and Tom were lying on the bed. "I guess I better get going. Busy day tomorrow." Tom said as he got up and started gathering his clothes. "Oh surely you can make a little time to discuss some business with me." "Business? What kind of business did you want to discuss?" April went to her entertainment center and opened the doors to reveal a spilt screen with several different camera angles. The cameras picked up every thing in the room. Flame was confused by what she saw. She didn't realize there were cameras in the house. She felt faint as thoughts raced through her head. Had her mother been filming her? Were there cameras in her room too? How long had this been going on? The door to her mother's room opened, and Flame was still standing there. Still trying to process what was happening. "Well hello Flamingo. You're up later than normal." Flame heard Tom from inside the room. "You said your daughter was away at college." "Oh, not quite yet. I think she was hoping for one last show before she left town. How about it Flame? Did you enjoy yourself?" The sneer in her mothers voice hateful. There was no escaping the fact that her mother knew that she had been watching the whole time. Flame felt a huge rush of anger, and she wanted to confront her mother. But she was shaking with embarrassment. Her stomach was rolling. She glanced at Tom's face for the first time since her mother opened the door. He was horrified. He grabbed his t-shirt from the floor and held it in front of himself. Flame really was going to be sick. She rushed to the bathroom and slammed the door behind her. "Why the hell didn't you say something? You knew she was watching and you said nothing. How could you do that to your own daughter? You are some kind of fucked up." Flame heard the yelling as she leaned against the closed door. "Flamingo, get out here!" Her mother was at the door, fist pounding, demanding that Flamingo open the door. She took a few moments to splash cool water on her face. She couldn't hide, she had to come out. As she opened the door, her mother pushed it hard from the outside. She was still completely naked. Her mother grabbed a robe from the hook on the wall and turned to face Tom. "Listen, I don't really care what you think. We have business to discuss. If you want to keep your little after hours play time quiet, you'll need to deposit $30,000.00 into my account by noon tomorrow. I know you don't want your boss to find out about this. That's my price to keep my mouth closed." Tom glanced from Flame to her mother. Flame was sure he was trying to decide if she knew anything. "Oh my God, mother, how can you say such a thing." Flame could hardly breathe. A chill ran up her spine. She knew her mother to be emotionless. She didn't have her figured to be a criminal. And this was criminal. "Who do you work for?" Flame asked Tom in the same breathless voice. "Well, here's the shocker. You see, your mother thinks I work for the Secret Service. She thinks the President of The United States will be waiting to fire my ass when she releases her video to the head of the Secret Service. But, I lied about my job. I'm a private detective. I work for myself." "You're lying!" Flame's mother screamed. "Actually, this time, I'm telling the truth. Nobody gives a shit that I had a little fun here tonight. Although I have a couple of friends outside your front door who want to talk to you about a little law on the books called blackmail. Should I let them in, or do you want to do the honors?" "Blackmail? What are you talking about? It's my word against yours! You need to just leave." "Oh, well, see, here's the thing, I have everything you said on tape. We hacked your computer surveillance system. You really should have better security on your system if you're going to use it to blackmail people." "You son of a bitch. Get out of my house right now!" "Mother Is that true? You've been blackmailing people? You've been taping people, and yourself?" Tom was now fully dressed. He walked to the front door and opened it. "You guys have everything you need?" He asked the first of two men who came through the door. "Yes sir, nice and clear. That should be enough for some serious jail time." "Good, make sure to read her her rights, and get everything collected by the book. We don't want any loop holes." Both men pulled their Id's from their pockets and presented them to April. "April Browning, you are under arrest..." Tom took Flame's hand and left the room as one of the men started reading April her rights. She saw the other take her mother's hands and put them behind her back and cuff them. "Flamingo call my lawyer!" Flame heard the demand but made no move to respond. She kept following Tom. Her mind was trying to catch up with the scene that had just unfolded in front of her. Tom led her to the couch in the living room and gently pushed her into the seat. "Look, I'm sorry you were here for this. It wasn't supposed to happen with you here." Flame looked at him and her face heated with embarrassment. She wanted to just disappear. Ten minutes ago she had been watching this man with her mother. She had an orgasm on the hall floor. He had to know she had been watching. What was she suppose to say to him? "Oh, um, that's ok. Don't worry about it. What's going to happen to her?" "My guess is that she'll make a plea deal, nobody really wants to see this go to trial. Names would be made public. It could be pretty nasty. But if she wants' to stay out of prison she'll have to remain quiet. She'll lose her leverage against some pretty powerful people. Or, she could tell everything and spend the next 20 years behind bars." "She wouldn't do well in jail." Flame said. Tom snickered at the remark. "No, I don't think she would." "I guess I should call that lawyer for her." "That's up to you. She'll get to make the call once they get her to the jail." "Will she be back here tonight?" "No, she'll spend the night there. Go before a judge tomorrow. Then she'll probably be released until trial or a plea deal." "Ok, I'll just let her call her own lawyer. I'll be gone before she gets back tomorrow." Flame was unsure how she could sit here and have this conversation as if they were talking about the weather. But she was calm. She wasn't falling apart. Her mother deserved what was coming. She knew in that moment that she would never again claim this woman as her mother. She was done with this life. She was ready to start fresh. She no longer craved approval from this woman. She would never have gotten it anyway. "Well, do you need a ride or anything?" Tom asked. His expression was almost hopeful, not the standard obligatory offer she was expecting. Flame's Desire "Oh, I have a car. It's packed and ready. I'm leaving for college tomorrow. I'm all set." "Flamingo, your mother's assets will be frozen. Were you depending on that for college?" Flame laughed. "My mother would never have paid for me to go to college. I earned scholarships, and I'll work for the rest." "Oh, well, good, that's great." They both stood up as her mother was being taken from the apartment and out the door. "Flamingo, I told you to call my lawyer." April was screaming. Her eyes wide, her face pinched with rage. She started struggling with the officers, wrenching her shoulders back and forth in an effort to break free of their hold. "Don't just stand there gaping, call my fucking lawyer!" Flame took a step toward April, her reflexes acting before she could stop them. Tom reached out his hand and held her arm lightly, glancing at her. Flame stopped where she was. She gathered strength from the slight touch. "I'm sorry April. You're on your own now." April began to struggle harder, her whole body lurching forward trying to reach Flame. Her robe fell open, her body exposed, her chest heaving in anger. "You bitch, don't you dare defy me!" Flamingo felt Tom's arm go around her shoulders, as the officers jerked April back out the door still screaming. "Fuck you assholes, fuck you all! I don't need your help. I've got more friends than the devil has souls. You're nothing! Fuck you!!" The door closed, her mothers curses muted, and Flame felt like she was finally free. She gave a sigh of relief that the whole ugly scene was over. She felt Tom's arm drop from her shoulders, and she turned to face him. 4 "Well, that was ugly." "It usually gets that way with people like her. She's had too much power for too long." "Yes, I guess you're right." Flame said. "Would you want to go have a cup of coffee?" Tom asked. "Me? You want to have a cup of coffee with me?" Flame felt her face heat again when he looked around the room, which was clearly empty now. "It's just you and I here. Yes, I want to have a cup of coffee with you." Flame wasn't sure what to do. She wanted to go, and she wanted a lot more than coffee. She was still wet and swollen from earlier, and the question made the muscles low in her belly jump and tighten. She was still reacting to the man, to his voice, and his smell. But, why did she have to have this awareness for one of her mother's men? Why now? Why couldn't this reaction come from one of the guys she had dated, and not someone who had just fucked her mother? She couldn't question her body's reaction him, and she couldn't control it. She silently decided to see what happened. She would be leaving soon, it was just coffee. "Well, sure, I guess so. You don't think I'm too young?" Flame asked the question before she thought about what she was saying, and again she wanted to just disappear. It was just coffee for heaven's sake. "I think you're plenty old enough for coffee. Besides, I'm only 7 years older than you." "How do you know how old I am?" "It's in your mother's file. Actually, Happy birthday Flamingo." "It is my birthday, I had forgotten." "Well, we should have cake with our coffee, to celebrate your birthday." "Why?" Flame asked. "Why, what? Why have cake on your birthday? Everyone has cake on their birthday." "No, why are you being so nice to me?" Flame flushed again, but the question had already been asked, and she wanted to know the answer. "Being nice to you is easy. Why wouldn't I be nice?" "My mother...I mean April just tried to blackmail you. She's on her way to jail right now. You just had sex with her, you have a file on her, and you obviously know a lot about us. I can't think of a reason why you would be nice to me, unless you want information about April, but I can't do that. I know she's no saint, but I can't help you make a case against her, I just can't. You'll have to find a way to do that on your own. I can't help you send her to prison. She's still my mother, no matter how bad you think she is." Tom looked at her for a minute before he answered. "First of all, I don't need any information from you. The invite had nothing to do with business. April provided all the information we need. She has been blackmailing men for years. She kept a log book, and more recently a computer file, on over 200 men she collected money from. The one thing we did need was someone who would testify, and press charges. Someone whom she attempted to blackmail, but couldn't. That's where I came in. She was reckless and greedy, and she's lucky she's going to jail and not lying dead somewhere." Flame gasped, unable to believe what she knew must be true. "Over 200 men? My God, how is that possible? I was here, right here. I knew she really liked having men over, a lot of them, but I didn't know about the blackmail, I promise I didn't know." Flame didn't think about the reason she needed for him to know that, she just knew she needed him to believe her. "Flame, you're nothing like April. I know how hard you've worked to get through school, and to stay out of trouble. I know you're going to go to college and make something of yourself. What I don't know is how. How did you live with April all these years, seeing the things you've seen, hearing the things you've heard, and still turn out to be such a strong independent woman?" Flame felt her mouth drop open. He must know quite a bit about her life. She never really thought she was strong. She just always wanted more. She always wanted normal. "Thank you." She said in a whisper. Tom smiled and nodded toward the door. "Let's go have cake." "It's pretty late, do you think anything is still open?" "Sure, there's always something open in Vegas. How about the Palms? They have a really nice 24 hour café. The food is great. They make a fantastic Strawberry shortcake." "Oh, I really love Strawberry shortcake. You talked me into it." Thirty minutes later Flamingo was sitting across the table from this gorgeous hunk wondering how on earth she had gotten here. She was listening to him speak about everyday things, watching his lips move and enjoying the sound of his voice. When he laughed quietly, she realized she had been lost in thought, and hadn't heard what he just said. "I'm sorry, what did you just say?" "I said you haven't touched you cake." Tom smiled and raised his eyebrow at her. "Are you not hungry?" Flamingo was hungry, but not for cake. She hoped it didn't show on her face, but thought that maybe it did when she felt the heat rising to her cheeks again. "Oh, yes, I'm very hungry, and it must be really good, you've devoured yours." Tom laughed out loud at the statement. "It is very good, you should try it." Tom reached over with his fork, sliced into the rich desert, and lifted it to her mouth. Flame opened her mouth and took the bite of cake from his fork. When it hit her tongue the flavor burst in her mouth and she moaned as she moved it across her pallet. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the flavor as she slowly chewed. When she swallowed the bite she opened her eyes, ready to eat the rest of her cake. Her breath caught in her throat when she noticed Tom still held the fork in the air, and his eyes were locked on her mouth. Nervously she licked her lips, which seemed to wake Tom from his trance. "Delicious." Flame whispered. Tom cleared his throat, and set his fork across his empty plate. "Yes, delectable." Tom said as his eyes lowered to her lips again. Flame picked up her own fork and ate her cake as he watched, drinking his coffee, and making conversation. The waiter came by at some point and cleared the table. Flame never even noticed. She was so wrapped up in the conversation, nothing else registered. When Tom looked at his watch, he laughed and shook his head. "Do you have any idea what time it is? We've been sitting here for hours. I need to get you home. You really need to get some sleep before your long drive." Flamingo glanced out the window and saw that the sun was coming up. A new day had begun. "Wow, time flies right?" It had been a truly enjoyable ending to an absolutely horrible day. "Yes it does," Tom said. "I hope we can get together and do it again sometime." "I'd like that, but I'm going to be about 1600 miles from here this time next week. That's a long drive to have cake and coffee." Flame was laughing quietly as she spoke, knowing it would be crazy to meet again with that kind of distance between them. "Oh, you'll only be about 27 miles from me once you get to campus." "You live near the University of Kentucky?" "Yes, I do. I'm in Vegas just for this case. I've got some paperwork to do, and some appointments in the next couple of days, but then I'm headed back home." "Wow, small world." Flame was speechless "It is a small world Flamingo, and one full of surprises, so how about next Friday night?" "Friday night?" Flame was confused for a moment. "Yes, how about we do this again next Friday night. I would really like to see you again." "Um, sure." They walked out of the restaurant and to Tom's car. It was a short drive to April's apartment. Tom walked her to the door. "Make sure you get some rest before that drive." Tom took out a business card and handed it to her. "This has my cell number on it, I'd like for you to call me when you get there, or if you have any problems along the way." Flamingo took the card and smiled. "Ok, I'll do that. Thank you." She was about to turn and go inside when Tom lifted his hand and placed his palm against her cheek. "Rest well Flamingo," he said, as he bent his head and placed a soft gentle kiss on her lips. Flame drew in a surprised breath just as their lips met. Tom pulled back slightly after the first touch, looked into her eyes, then glanced down as Flame's tongue swept out to taste the trace of him left on her lips. The world seemed to stop in that moment. Flame knew he was going to kiss her again, her heart was beating a frantic rhythm in her chest, and she couldn't breathe. She moved her lips in a silent "Oh." Leaving her lips slightly parted as Tom touched her lips with his again. Heat exploded inside Flame. She closed her eyes and saw the beautiful explosion against her eyelids. She heard Tom moan softly, and felt his tongue brush against her lips, and then delve into her mouth. Flame felt her back hit the still closed door, and his hard body pressed against her. She felt a burning heat everywhere their bodies touched. She finally felt what it was like to have her knees turn to jelly. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed herself as close to him as she could. Her hands were in his hair holding his head to her. His tongue was moving in her mouth, touching her everywhere, stealing her breath, making her dizzy, and creating a heavenly pulse between her legs. She felt his hands grip her hips, as he pulled her in tight against his hard cock. Her pussy reacted, throbbing deeply, as moisture drenched her body and left her panties wet. Flame wanted closer. She arched into him, feeling her wet pussy grind against his cock. She moaned at the feeling, and threw her head back at the sheer pleasure coursing through her body, breaking the kiss. "Oh, fuck. Flamingo, I'm sorry. I didn't intend for that to happen." Tom rubbed his hands down his face, then up through his hair. Flame was doing her best to remain standing, and catch her breath. She couldn't find her voice at that moment, so she just looked at him and shook her head, mouthing the word "Wow." "Wow? Good wow, or bad wow?" Tom was watching her closely, waiting for the answer. "Fantastic wow." Flame finally managed to say. Flame saw the look of relief on Tom's face, as he smiled and shook his head. "I can live with fantastic wow." Flame smiled and leaned against the door. "Me too." "Uh, I guess I should get going. You need some sleep, and I have some stuff to wrap up. I'll see you next Friday. Don't forget to call." "I won't forget. Good bye." A few moments later he was gone and Flame was still floating around in a daze. Life sure was full of surprises, and this was a very nice surprise. Flame could hardly wait for Friday to get here.