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Sins of the Mother (rahaingt & thewhiterabbit)

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He wasn't young anymore at 41 yet he was slick in his own way and heads did turn specially of the female kind as he entered into the hall where the fund raiser was happening. Jeremy Irons was wearing a suit today yet he wasn't wearing any tie nor the shirt under was buttoned up. His face was scruffy from few days worth of stubble, hair gelled and styled in a careless manner. He was a man not looking for anyone's approval, making his own style in comfortable arrogance.

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A successful businessman Jeremy had lived in the other side of the country for a while now. He had come back only a few months ago, buying his own comfortable estate in a posh neighborhood with high walls and huge private lawns and swimming pool. The man was single, rich, handsome and naturally attracted a lot of female admirer. getting known for his charm and wit. His hands were also generous in the fund raisers, so invitations were easy to come. Jeremy liked living with a woman when the night ends and he was generally successful, often enough living with some charming married woman and teaching them how to be dirty cheating whore.

He chatted here and there, finding few known faces enjoying some of the art and sculpture on display before the bidding war start. He managed to find his way to the bar finally, getting a drink quickly he was sipping rather slowly, careful not to get too intoxicated when he noticed her. He watched her secretly smiling at the find. She was carefree, sexy, sultry .. his mind whispered, a spoiled brat with a ripe body begging to be stroked, petted and made to whimper. He watched and waited for her to notice him and smiled when their gaze clashed, raising the glass to her in toast and starting to walk toward her.

"The name's Jeremy Irons. Lovely to meet you .. Ms. ..."
 
Sarah Small was not you're typical small town girl she grew up in the lights and the excitement of the city. She new what she wanted and what she had to do to get it. She had numerous affairs older men, married men, women, rich, famous every flavor. That is not to say that she was a slut. She simply enjoyed the company of many admirers and had the money and the looks to get them. Small was at the center of a small but powerful crowd. "Come now already, what did this one last a month" Commented one of the women a Eastern European model.

Small wore a simple red dress cut low enough to show off what god and modern medicine had created. She wore enough ice to floor a hockey rink and almost no makeup. At twenty she had little need to hide or enhance her features. She wore classic red lipstick a shade or two out of fashion as she did not follow but led. " Think you have a fan" A banker from Chicago indicated an older man making his way toward her. The man had a reputation for being possessive, and a pension for younger women.

"Small , Sarah Small" Her mother had taken her husbands name which he may or may not know. She offered her hand which was only common curiosity when meeting someone for the first time. From closer her was older but it was hard to tell middle thirties early forties some men hid there age so well. The group slowly broke up when it became clear she was on the hunt. Just because she was a woman did not mean she had to be the prey. Small found a spot to the back of the room private and quiet.

quickly she looked around no need to let anyone in on what they were about to say. "I have heard a lot about you Mr. Irons the older you get the younger the women around you seem to become" A cute smirk she was twenty and everyone had a past. No one would believe her to be some innocent school girl after all. "So am i too be the next Misses Irons" She asked raising an eyebrow. Small took another glass and a small bit of finger food. She did not want to be as drunk as she appeared and that meant eating even if only a little.
 
He had noticed how the group around her had disappeared and she herself had positioned herself in a private corner of the room. "Nice to meet you Ms. Small", he said with a polite smile. His eye brows curved in a thought as that last name caught up to him. He wondered for a moment if she had anything to do with that other Small. Images of a gorgeous woman flashed in front of his minds eyes, making his need for a woman even higher even as he shook off the thought. He heard that she had a daughter and the age would somewhat match but the looks are quite different.

Even within that spike of his personal thought, he was noticing her natural beauty, the confident poised stand as she faced off a man double her age. He saw the flicker of passion that heated her eyes, the flirtatious tone caressing his body as the words aroused his attraction.

"Really Ms. Small, its not that I am a cradle chaser. I really like woman, whatever the age, as long as they are not scared of their own body and its need." He wasn't very explicit but he wasn't too shy about giving voice to what he had in his mind. His heated gaze wasted no time in caressing her body, the delectable cleavage, warming her up.

A lone finger rose and he traced a line on her pale cheek smiling and catching her gaze. Their position was private enough due to the angle and the way they covered each other. Their smiling face, drinks in hand gave an illusion of normalcy since no one could hear the words or the innuendo though those who knew either of them probably guessed something. But there was still privacy enough and Jeremy had the feeling that this girl was bold enough.

His free hand captured hers and angling his body to shield it he pulled her against his body to brush it against his thick coiling need under his suit pants mostly covered by his coat. "Only if you want to Ms. Small", he answered to her question about the next Mrs. Irons. "I have a feeling you are gonna be a screamer", his lazy smile was confident and his voice husky and heated. Even a brush against him would confirm to her that he was well endowed and with his reputation told of a man who knew how to use it. "Think I'm small enough for a ride?" His teasing voice played with her namesake.
 
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He was not like most of the men at the party, boys playing at being grown up. But his boldness surprised her not enough for her to let it show but more then she had planned. She felt his light touch on her face his fingers trace her soft touch. He did not have the soft hands of a scholar or desk jockey. She took his hand sucking on one of those strong finger. The taste was strong, salty with the taste of tobacco and old leather an manly taste. Her only protest to his sudden closeness was a tiny little gasp. If his fingers were strong his hand was like a vise able to crush cal into diamonds. She smiled leaning into him she placed her head on strong shoulders.

"I don't scream that is to say i tell you exactly how good it feels" She slid her hands down his back and gave his ass a squeeze. She leaned in and kissed him on his lips. It gave her more then a little thrill to know where they were. If the prim and proper crowd only knew what they were doing. "And i am very sure you are anything but small" Sarah could feel the bulge against her stomach. She was sure he wanted to get her alone and have her all to himself. She was sure that if he tried she would let him. "Can you dance Mr. Irons or is conquest you're only talent"

ooc- sorry its so short
 
Jeremy enjoyed that fact that she was so bold and confident. Her touches were confident, the way she pushed herself against him lightly. Her soft breath on her shoulder, the hand brushing against him and coping a feel of this aroused bulge making his breath go faster.

Her kiss was gentle and passionate if quick and he wondered how interesting that was. She was a naughty girl that was clear yet unlike most girls like her she had an innate sensuality and grace that attracted him even farther. A gorgeous, smart and sexy girl who wasn't afraid of her own desire. It was a refreshing find and his eyes glinted in promise as he put his hands on her to properly escort her for a dance.

They were standing close now, swaying with the rhythm of the music. His erection kept brushing up against her. Jeremy once again had his trademarked smile on his face. "I do like dancing when I'm locked up with a girl, when its tight, hot and sensual."

His face moved forward, their cheeks brushing slightly as he whispered in her ear. "You are likely to know this place better than me ... have some place private? I need to cup you and show you how to make a girl loose control and weak at the knee".
 
She could tell he was eager like a boy on his birthday, eager for fun and games. The games changed as you grew up but the excitement to play them never wavered. "It depends on how private" She whispered to him with a smirk. She let one of his legs slide between hers with her dress you would have to be looking directly at them to see. "There are bedrooms on the top floors, a coat room that is not being used, and then there are private bathrooms and storage rooms" She did not know how kinky he wanted to be about it. But from the bulge in his pants she knew he was ready and more then willing.

The young girl and older man did not go unnoticed by the crowd though none let it be known they were looking. They were the most mismatched pair at the event. A few trophy wives danced with there husbands. A few father daughter, mother son pairs. A few that size seemed not to be an issue if it be weight or height. "You sure you want to leave all of this" She mocked in a playful tone. The even had all the life of a funeral. Many of the men seemed dead on there feet almost dragged along by there female partners. No same sex pairs the crowd did not do such things in public. Sarah enjoyed the scent and feel of an older male.
 
His legs slid between hers as he pulled her close, their body and her dress affording them the privacy needed as he pulled her enough of a angle so that the grinding of her body against his leg teased her body into farther arousal. "We don't need a bed. A bathroom might work the best".

His lips brushed against her playfully as his eyes flared in a combination of heat and mischievousness. "I just need to cup you and tease you a little, to make you scream as I promise. I like to prove myself before I invite you to my home."

He smiled at her before giving a slow lick across her plump sexy lips, moaning softly against them before adding, "unless of course you wanna show how talented your mouth is ... but I think that can wait for later."

He was planning on taking her to his home before doing anything major. He wanted the freedom, the toys and most importantly the whole recording setup. He had a feeling this would be a wild couping and he wanted to record every moment of that precious pleasure.
 
Sarah slowly made her way to the far end of the room to one side sat the band the other a table covered in finger food. Slowly without looking she opened the door to the JR executive wash room. Rolly and Winthram were big supporters of her fathers campaign for governor. The room looked was ornately decorated with two free standing sinks. The wash room attendant was gone no doubt enjoying the same party they had just left. She could feel her heart beating in her throat as she turned around to see the handsome man who promised to prove himself.

Sarah was no maiden she was long ago deflowered by in high school by one of her fathers aides. Still she was no tramp she had never before done anything so risky as this. Her heart racing she leaned into his body unsure what he had planned. She could see the hunger in his eyes like a lion eying an antelope for its dinner. She smiled wondering what daddy would think if her knew who she was alone with. The infamous Irons breaker of hearts and nightmare of his enemies and allies alike. “Well I thought you said you were going to prove you're self” She teased.

He was planning on taking her to his home before doing anything major. He wanted the freedom, the toys and most importantly the whole recording setup. He had a feeling this would be a wild couping and he wanted to record every moment of that precious pleasure.
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Jeremy followed her into the washroom a little later since he wasn't trying to get them caught. He locked the door behind him and smiled at her looking ravishing in front of the sinks giving a twin view in real and in the mirror. He captured her gaze with his and sauntered forward, the slight tilt of his hip pushing out the cock bulge in his pants as he stopped finally pushing her against the edge of the sink her ass skirting along the marble top.

His hands were on her hip, slowly guiding up, caressing her gently before they captured her face in both palms. He just looked at her for a moment before letting go suddenly. His hands dropped to his pants surprisingly making quick works of the zipper. The next moment he somehow freed an obscenely thick and veiny cock through the gap raising upward like a mast slightly angled forward. It was a lewd yet somewhat sensual image they presented together.

Jeremy grabbed her soft lithe hands and pulled it down wrapping her fingers around him, not even fitting properly with his girth. His hands moved again, one quickly pulled at the hem of her dress to slip under, intimately cupping her through her pantie as the other caressed her pale cheek. His mouth came down brushed his lips against hers, sliding sideways to rub cheeks as he whispered wet, thick and needy in her ears.

"Pleasure is not just about a thick cock, a hard fuck ... its not even just about stamina or rutting way, its about the sensuality, imagination, fantasies. You are not to stroke my cock now, just grab it tight. Imagine how good it would feel to make a silky grip with your fingers, stroke me and make me cum all over you. Mmm", he moaned lustfully against her ear before continuing with the lewd descriptions, "or how I'm gonna fill your tight juicy pussy", he cupped her tighter matching the words, massaging her expertly, thumbing at her clit and teasing the wet folds. "no rubber .. just a fat cock stretching your tight wetness, pumping you full of my cream." And as she was busy holding on to his lewd seductive words he had pushed her thong aside and hungrily kissing her neck he slipped two fingers into her sucking wetness.

"I don't really need to prove myself. Just imagine what we can do and fuck yourself on my fingers. Make yourself cum twice on my finger and I take you home. You want that don't you. Cradle my balls, feel their weight .. so full of cum for you." He returned to her lips with a soft, eyes meeting hers hungrily, sure that he had her, knowing that she would probably have to bury her face in his shoulder to muffle the kind of scream she would have.
 
Sarah as stated many times was no virgin but it would be no small thing to say what ever age her lover none were real men. She felt him press his body to hers her ass sliding over the cool marble of the sink counter. Her eyes fell to his cock she bit her lower lip it was a beast of a thing like something of legend. She let him guide her hand to his cock it looked almost obscenely large next to her tiny hand. She fought the urge to jerk him of then and there knowing with his mind he could make it take all night. She felt his hands move over her body even as she held the pulsing pole in her hands. It felt like it was trying to escape and bury itself in her unguarded cunt. She felt him begin to rub her cunt through the thin fabric of her panties. She then felt cool air on her cunt as he slid her panties to the side the hot flesh of his hand soon on her, in her.

His mouth on her body when he pulled away she buried her head in his shoulder. She did not like to be so in some person, any other persons power. But as his fingers slid in and out sawed over her cunt she had little choice. She wrapped her self around his body first her arms and then her legs fearing she might fall of the table. “But don't you want to cum” She slowly asked knowing that It was possible no matter how unlikely that someone would walk in on them “I mean you are” she lost her words as he back straightened he lips strangling a moan. Seconds latter another, and another tremor till finally she exploded in a volcanic orgasm It was like nothing before a massive spine shattering orgasm that seemed to have no beginning or end just rolled the first into the second into the third, all really one huge gasm. “Wow maybe you should wear a rubber glove I think I might have been knocked up by just those fingers” It was a dumb thing to say but all the lights were no longer on upstairs.
 
Her muffled scream and body shattering orgasm had him profusely leaking and as he pulled his body free of her grip he felt the fat knob gliding through her tight grip making him gasp. He pulled his fingers out of drenched pussy even as her body quivered around his fingers. He watched her from a fit away, his throbbing cock lewdly jutting out, she in a bit disarrayed from the exquisiteness of her pleasure and slowly raised his fingers to his lips for a slow lick and suck to clean them up, moaning at her taste and teasing her.

"Ohhh .. I'm gonna cum alright", he smiled at her as rubbed that full bottom lip before tugging it open. "I'm gonna fuck that sweet sultry mouth of yours. I hope you are into swallowing gobs and gobs of cum. And I sure hope you are on pill", he raised is eyebrow as he said that, "cause I never wear a rubber". He pulled her in a quick kiss almost before finishing the words, letting her in on a faint taste of herself before pulling himself back on his pants barely and zipping up.

He stood there waiting for her to finish making herself slightly presentable before they silently walked out of the wash room and off the party. There were couple of knowing glances but she was off age and everyone knew of his reputation and no one really cared. His black Audi was waiting for him as he got out and he opened the door for her before getting in on the drivers seat and drive off to his house.

It was a silent drive filled with darting glances and his hand caressing her now and then and shortly they were rising up the elevator to his penthouse apartment. They walked into the apartment, walking past the tastefully decorated living room with plush leather couch and moder furniture before they came to the bedroom. It was big with a four posture bed, few simple mirror on the wall with an ankle deep rug. He had been holding her hand throughout and now he turned to face her making her stand in the middle of the room facing the bed. He pulled her into him, thrusting his hip forward to give her a frisson with his erection before pulling back. He stood a couple of feet in front of her between the bed and her and looking directly at her eyes stripped fully. His toned body only made the jutted out erection look bigger and more obscenely arousing not to mention the pair of fat balls hanging between his thigh. He gave himself a stroke moaning out loud and letting her see the clear precum oozing out of the tip and walked backward before sitting on the edge of the bed.

"I wanna see that perky breasts of yours, show me how tight and erect those nipples are for me .. then I want to masturbate for me and don't take the dress off to do this. And tell me how you are gonna pleasure me with your mouth while you frig your pussy while watching me stroke this fat cock that you crave so much. Lets see how long you can touch yourself before you crawl between my thigh to give me a slutty wet blowjob." He moaned and stroked himself again in anticipation before letting the cock free so that it twitched and leaked in full glory in front of her eyes.
 
Despite her weakened condition it took her only moments to get everything slid back into place. She gave him a quick peck on the cheek knowing the night was far from done. "Iron, a fine choice though i wonder if she is under the limit" A bad fishing joke to imply she was under the legal age. She smiled and hugged the large man it took for ever to get out of the party. The car was a nice black she loved black, and red and white. She climbed into the passenger side as the attendant closed the door.

It took only a few minutes to get from the lobby to his floor the entire floor almost the size of a large two story house. The room was nice modern but not bleak as many new homes looked. She watched him sit and tell her what exactly he wanted from her. "Well Mr. Irons if that is what you want' She slowly slipped the straps down over her shoulders and lifted her arm out. She dress fell down exposing her bra which soon found itself on the floor. Slowly she threw one leg over the bottom of the bed and slid her panties to the side.

"God i want you're big fat cock inside of her" She began to rub her cunt. Soft at first then with a little more friction she was already very wet from the earlier finger fucking. She continued for all of ten minutes before she got herself to cum for him. Her face was a deep shade of red she had never tried that before, well in front of an audience. she then crawled forward taking his cock in her hand. Erect it made her hand seem almost tiny.

She licked the shaft from the base to the top taking the head between her soft full lips. Slowly she pulled her hair back here eyes fixed on his before falling back onto his cock. "You taste so good" She moaned as she continued to finger fuck herself. She then slid the entire head into her mouth before taking in more. Withing moments she was bobbing her head up and down. It was easy enough to get a rhythm going only broken by the occasional gag. Too much of a good thing his size made his cock harder to control, like a big dog she thought closing her eyes inhaling his scent, musky.
 
He watched her hunger as she moved, swayed and pleasured herself. Her emotion, the expression in her face was as enticing as the movement her bodies made. Her soft lustful moans and that flush of embarrassment in her face sending shivers of pleasure down his body to his crotch.

Jeremy loved the sensual somewhat inexperienced oral attention. She might have been inexperienced with a fat one like his but she was eager and passionate and it made up everything. His toes tug on the think rug on the floor as his fingers slid into her blond hair to grip tight and moan as his hip thrust forward into her mouth somewhat despite his sited position.

He moaned as he watched the satisfaction in her eyes as she inhaled his scent and he grabbed her up her hair and pulled her onto his thigh straddling on one as he captured her lip for a quick almost punishing kiss. One hand angled her face as it tightened on her hair while the other grabbed her ass and pressed her tight on his thigh making her realize how her bare wet pussy rubbed on his rougher skin.

"Momma knows her girl goes to stranger's houses or hotels for one night stand", he whispered in a whisper in her ear as he rubbed his cheek against hers. "You realize its not gonna be a one night stand." His hands on her ass pushed her, making her rub that arouse pussy against his thigh as if thumping it. "I'm gonna have you every way a girl can be had", he purred and rubbed his body against hers. "Tell me your dirtiest fantasies Sarah ... tell me that while you hump my leg like a bitch in heat". He moaned looking right at her with a hunger that fueled his lust further. "My bitch", he purred at her.
 
Sarah lover the taste of cock she was her mothers daughter after all and it ran in the blood. She had developed early and made use of every moment of it. She looked up at him his face, she loved the look of a man who was happy. She felt him move her body her cunt sliding over his leg sending shivers own her spine. “Yes she knows” Not that she told her about every encounter or man that she pleased. They were to much rivals to ever really share the way a mother and daughter should share. She clamped her legs hard around his leg. She knew that some guys like the little angel routine and some liked the little whore.

“Of course I want all of you as long as I can” She took his hand sliding his fingers over her moth and then into them to suck the tips. She smiled she had so many it was hard to know where to start. She smiled and shook her ass. “Well I like being fuck hard, bent over and taken like a bitch in heat, and spanked like the bad girl that I am” She also liked the whole dirty word play the yes big daddies and oh spanked you’re bad girl. She also liked men who took control, who took what they wanted and did not apologies about it. “What do you want Mr Irons I know you want me but how do you want me do you like tanned girls” She asked with a wicked grin.
 
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