Chapter 1350
The masked man shuddered, a torrent of semen splattering across Daisy's face. With a grunt of satisfaction, he adjusted his trousers, pocketed the cash, and vaulted over the balcony railing. Daisy quickly locked the doors and windows, then rushed to the bathroom to scrub herself clean. After a hurried shower, she went to check on Laura, her heart still pounding. She found her daughter still at her desk, absorbed in her homework.
"Mom, what are you doing up?" Laura asked, startled.
Seeing Laura safe and sound, the tight knot of fear in Daisy's chest finally loosened. The dam of her suppressed emotions burst, and she began to sob uncontrollably, clutching Laura tightly. Tears streamed down her cheeks. In all her forty-plus years, she had never experienced such degradation. The shame of it was almost unbearable, a crushing weight that threatened to suffocate her.
Laura was alarmed by her mother's unusual display of emotion. Daisy was typically composed and self-possessed, rarely losing her temper or engaging in arguments. What could have happened? Feeling utterly helpless, Laura hugged her mother tightly, her mind racing.
After a few minutes, Daisy regained some control. Seeing Laura's worried expression, she wiped her tears and forced a smile. "I'm sorry, honey. I'm okay. I just… I suddenly started thinking about your grandpa. I wonder how he's doing."
Daisy's father, Malcolm, had been living in a retirement community in the mountains since leaving office. He enjoyed the peace and quiet, but he was getting on in years, and his mobility was declining. Daisy had repeatedly urged him to move back to the county, but he stubbornly refused, insisting he was content where he was. Daisy and Laura visited him whenever they could.
Laura seemed to accept the explanation. "Mom, maybe we can visit Grandpa during winter break?" she suggested.
Daisy nodded, patted Laura's hair, and left the room. She couldn't bring herself to go back to her own bedroom. Instead, she lay down on the living room couch, closed her eyes, and eventually drifted off to sleep. A disturbing dream plagued her. She saw the masked man leering at her, his voice a menacing whisper. "This time, swallow it." He thrust his thick cock towards her.
Daisy woke up with a scream, her heart racing. Laura came running out. "Mom, what's wrong?"
Still trembling from the nightmare, Daisy looked at her daughter helplessly. "Laura, your dad's not home, and I'm… I'm a little scared. Can I sleep with you tonight?"
In the confines of Laura's small bed, Daisy felt a measure of comfort watching her daughter study. But the fear of another nightmare kept her awake, and she tossed and turned restlessly.
Laura sensed her mother's distress. Her own anxiety growing, she got up and went to the living room to call her father, Oliver. There was no answer. Feeling increasingly desperate, she hesitated, then called Kevin.
"Laura? What's up?" Kevin's voice answered.
"Kevin, can you… can you come over?" Laura asked, her voice trembling slightly. "Mom's not feeling well, and Dad's not home. I don't know what to do."
Hearing the distress in Laura's voice, Kevin didn't hesitate. "I'll be right there."
He arrived at the house a short time later and Laura quickly let him in. "What's wrong with Daisy?" he asked.
Laura shook her head. "I don't know. She's just… different."
They went into Laura's room and found Daisy asleep, clutching a teddy bear. Kevin approached cautiously and touched her forehead. She didn't seem to have a fever.
Relieved that Daisy didn't appear to be physically ill, Laura said to Kevin, "I'm glad you're here. I'm still a little scared."
Kevin nodded and stayed, letting Laura return to her mother's side. He stretched out on the living room couch and eventually fell asleep. He dreamt he was in Daisy's bedroom, watching her undress, her mature body revealed in the soft light. He stammered an apology. "Daisy, I'm so sorry. I'll just go."
But in his dream, Daisy walked towards him, lifting her breasts towards his mouth. "Kevin," she murmured, "I'm not mad. Don't you want to…?"
He saw her full breasts, her long legs, and his desire surged. He reached for her, kissing her, his cock hardening against her.
"Kevin," she whispered, her body writhing against his, "do you want to…?" She reached for him, guiding him towards her.
Overwhelmed by lust, Kevin lost all control. He pushed her onto the bed, spreading her legs, and thrust himself inside her.
Daisy slept restlessly, Laura's presence a small comfort against the lingering fear. Later that night, she woke up and went to the bathroom. As she came back into the living room, she saw a figure sleeping on the couch. It was Kevin. Laura must have called him, she realized, worried about her.
Seeing him curled up on the couch, the blanket on the floor, Daisy felt a pang of sympathy. She bent to pick up the blanket and cover him. As she did, she noticed the prominent bulge in his pants. She froze.
She knew Laura and Kevin were dating, and she'd warned Laura about taking things too far. But seeing the undeniable evidence of his arousal, a wave of guilt washed over her. Perhaps she'd been too harsh. It was only natural for young people in love to be physically intimate. Kevin must be struggling to control himself, being so close to Laura every day. And he'd come all this way in the middle of the night. Perhaps she owed him something.
Daisy bit her lip, her hand trembling as she reached down and gently pulled down his pants, exposing his erection. She hesitated, then began to stroke him slowly. She'd never thought she'd do something like this again, especially not with her daughter's boyfriend. But after what had happened with the masked man, something inside her had shifted. Inhibitions she hadn't even realized she had were gone.
Both she and Kevin loved Laura. He was denying himself for Laura's sake. She had made sacrifices for Laura. And if he was Laura's boyfriend, wasn't it better that she helped him with his needs, rather than some stranger?
Lost in his dream, Kevin felt himself sinking into Daisy's warmth. He saw her face above him, soft and gentle. "Daisy," he murmured, "you're so beautiful. I want you so bad."
Daisy's hand tightened around him. She felt strangely calm, not at all like she had with the masked man. She was a sophisticated, modern woman. Helping Kevin, Laura's boyfriend, relieve some tension… it was a small price to pay to avoid any potential scandal. It was for Laura. There was no shame in it.
Then she heard his words, and the blood drained from her face. Her breath hitched in her throat, her breasts heaving. She hadn't realized… she hadn't known he felt that way about her. She didn't know what to do.
After a moment, she looked down at the thick cock in her hand, her heart pounding, a strange heat building between her legs. She had a good life, a comfortable life, but her sex life with Oliver had become… lacking.
In the early years of their marriage, he'd been insatiable, making love to her almost every day, sometimes multiple times a night. He'd always been able to bring her to orgasm. But as he got older, his stamina had waned, his desire cooled. Now, they were intimate only once every few months, and he was usually finished within minutes. She couldn't blame him, but she'd been left feeling… unfulfilled. She'd even resorted to using a vibrator, but it wasn't the same. It could never be the same as a real man.
Her pride had prevented her from seeking satisfaction elsewhere. Her family's status, her own position in the community… it made things complicated. Men were intimidated by her. So she'd endured, alone. But watching Kevin with Laura, seeing him pleasure himself, a forbidden thought had begun to take root. She'd quickly extinguished it, of course. It was inappropriate, shameful. He was with Laura. He would think she was disgusting.
But now… now she knew he had similar thoughts about her. A strange mix of surprise and excitement coursed through her. She wanted to wake him, to tell him how she felt. But she hesitated. What if he rejected her? Fantasizing was one thing, but actually being with his girlfriend's mother…
She stared at him, her face burning, the heat between her legs growing more intense. With one hand, she continued to stroke him, while the other slipped inside her panties, rubbing her slick folds. A sudden, daring idea took hold.
She pulled off her damp panties and, with some difficulty, stepped onto the couch, straddling him. She slowly lowered herself, feeling the heat of him against her wetness. The feeling of his hardness against her most intimate part sent a shiver through her. She almost collapsed on top of him.
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