*Lust and Love can run at cross purposes; control your Lust because Love will always take you farther*

(This is not really an incest story as there is no blood relation and little familial bond)

Workout Buddy

Wednesday Morning I was just warming up when Zuiko came stumbling in looking angry with the world. I'd only then finished my warm-up and I saw she was forgoing the pleasure when Dulce, our morning housekeeper gave me a call over the inter-house system. Dulce was Maria's cousin's brother-in-law's daughter so she carried some weigh around here despite her youth. Maria had brought me up to speed on the true hierarchy of this place.

"Senor Duke, there is a...policia, a mujer policia waiting for you -- at the gate," she informed me. I tapped the number for the gate.

"Hello, Daniel La Roche here, how may I help you?" I called out hopefully.

"Duke, this is Holiday Lake," my policewoman friend from my YMCA work out days greeted me. Since she was municipal PD, we shouldn't have had a professional problem -- especially at 6 am.

"Come on up, I'll buzz the gate," I told her. Zuiko gave me a studied look because I'd just invited a person into her house who she didn't know. I opted to explain things to Dulce because she actually mattered in this. From the part of the Hemisphere Dulce came from, the police were rarely her friend.

Once we were square that Ms. Lake was a friend back when my real mother was dying everything was good. No employee here was going to need to slip over the back fence until the situation died down because I vouched for Holiday and Maria vouched for me. Donato brought Holiday to our room -- he was our guy who handled, amongst other things, the sprinkler system.

Maria said he was from Peru and I believed her; he was a plumber back home but here he worked on the hydroponics systems in Dad's greenhouses as well as oversaw the lawns. His English was dreadful but he knew French and Portuguese fluently. He was normally very quiet but Holiday had Donato talking up a storm when they arrived.

He bowed politely and departed leaving me to rush into Holiday's arms.

"Hey Kiddo," she patted the side of my face. "I've missed you too." Zuiko cleared her throat loudly.

"Officer Holiday Lake, this is my stepmother Zuiko La Roche," I introduced the two.

"What department are you with, why are you familiar with my 'Son' and aren't you aware he is serving twenty month house arrest?" Zuiko sounded all icy.

"Calm down," Holiday placed a warding hand on my chest and the other toward Zuiko. "I met Duke when his biological mother was suffering from cancer."

"We took some of the same YMCA classes ending with a self-defense class," she smiled my way. "We always ended up sparing because his size was already intimidating the other classmates". (She was referring to my body mass index that weightlifting was only starting to augmented back then -- honest).

"I had a chance to take a Krav Maga class downtown and I offered Duke a chance to join me, we partnered up again and stayed that way until he went to college," Officer Holiday turned her friendliness toward Hotness. "I recently heard he had some troubles and I'm repaying the help he gave me then with some support now. I've come by to teach him some of the moves I've been taught in the past five months while he's been away -- if that is okay?"

"It is not okay," Hotness grumbled.

"It will be just fine," I got out a moment later. Zuiko and I locked gazes. "I am certainly allowed to have a police officer over if she wishes to help me work out."

"I think we'll let the Sheriff's department decide on what kind of martial arts nonsense you are allowed Daniel," Zuiko zinged back my way.

"LAPD Patrol Officer Holiday Lake," my old buddy began. She read off her badge number as well. I could tell she was a bit queasy about confrontations with other law enforcement due to her past troubles inside the force but she was not backing down on account of me and what I'd gone through. As far as I'd been able to tell, I was her only guy-friend since her difficulties with a sexual harassment suit versus one of her superiors.

Zuiko stormed off and Holiday shot me an inquisitive eye.

"I have no idea and let's go get your car. It's not safe to leave a beater like yours on the street here," I jibed. It is said by some of the staff that the street sweepers took out any car that was over three years old if left unattended. They were only half-joking.

At the bottom of the driveway my ankle bracelet gave me a warning beep so I had to give her my code and waited for Holiday to drive up. Her car, an ancient Pontiac, was definitely road-bait so we stashed it near the pool gate and rushed back to the gym. We were still working Holiday through her warm up when Zuiko came back to announce the Sheriff's department was sending out some Deputies to 'settle the matter'.

Seeing that Holiday and I were being 'intimate', she stormed off again.

"That girl needs to check her hormone levels," Holiday mocked my general situation.

"I thought it was because she hates my guts and I banged one of her daughter's friends yesterday afternoon," I groaned.

"Seriously," Holiday tsk-tsked me, "couldn't you be somewhat discreet? Your Dad took you in after all." I then gave her the skinny on my circumstances and Holiday darkened incredibly.

"Damn it," Holiday groused, "I wish you had called me; I would have taken you in."

"A convict sleeping on your sofa is the last thing your career needs, Ohlie," I smiled.

Ohlie stood for Officer Holiday Lake -- OHL -- Ohlie. I think I'm the only one to use it but she didn't mind.

"I think I passed my Sergeant's exam too," Ohlie snorted. "I called but all your numbers were disconnected, sorry."

"Guess whose fault that was?" I winked back. "She really wants me gone. I hate to think about how stuffed my Inbox is on my email account -- wait, my account expired last month; oh well."

"So you really had sex with some girl -- of age -- outside of a bedroom yesterday?" she teased.

"Hard Money Sex," I bragged. "I was ridden like Orb at the Kentucky Derby," I added. Holiday got me interested in horse racing and breeding as a mental coping mechanism way back when.

"She had to be ambitious if she wasn't calling out for the local and county LEA's (Law Enforcement Agencies) plus God Almighty as she took on your equipment," Holiday poked my ribs.

"Gee thanks Coach," I mock-protested as I helped her off the warming mats and got ready for some sparring. We competed seriously for twenty minutes until Dulce called down to tell me that two Sheriff's Deputies were coming up. I politely requested that she bring us two each of those Panamanian, Columbian and South Beach coffee blends plus six of those small, glazed croissants that are so tasty.

I knew we had some prepared because Zuiko loved to have a half dozen every morning. I also publicly resolved to give Dulce a feet massage after breakfast. The two deputies arrived first; Holiday showed them her badge and where her gun was stored in her gym bag. Zuiko showed up and glowered then redoubled her unhappiness when she had to sit powerlessly by as the two Deputies scarfed down her favorite pastries and drank her imported coffee.

The two officers fed off of Zuiko's negativity; they decided I could have over a lawful police official who could teach me whatever she felt like as long as it didn't involve a controlled or restricted substance because I was a lawful resident of this domicile and Holiday could have a firearm with her at all times because that was part of her job description.

They gave Zuiko the number of the county and city complaint lines if she wished to pursue the matter with the LAPD because there was nothing the Sheriff's department could do as long as I followed my end of the agreement. They rounded off the visit by giving polite good-byes to Dulce and Holiday, a grunt to 'Mom' and a thank you to me for the 'righteous drink and eats' that they are going to tell the other patrol units about.

I warn them to be careful because every service call earned Dulce another feet or shoulder massage from me. They told me to suck it up because I was a convict. We laughed -- we parted ways and Hotness was livid. I didn't think Zuiko knew how this game was played but when she got back from some therapeutic shopping, she found I'd moved in next door to Cybil's room on the second floor. I'd let her figure out that I was planning to get Scout to buy me a new computer on her credit card. If she knew of my purchases she might have attacked me.

Cracking Under the Pressure

It wasn't really my intention when I started out to sleep with my Stepmother -- not because of any fictitious familial tie and certainly not because she was married to my father, but because I didn't like the woman's personality and I thought no amount of available voluptuousness would compensate for that.

It turned out Ohlie could come three days a week to help me out but she promised to come by and use the pool as soon as her crappy schedule allowed. On the third day she was over, annoying Hotness, who decided to stick it out and see what real synergetic exercise was all about. After warming up, we practiced some KM then we went through our workouts before finishing with some jujitsu and finally synchronized centering techniques -- part Tai Chi and part modern dance.

Seriously, they taught this at the Y, but nowhere else either of us has heard of, and it was some of the best breathing and extension moves I'd ever seen. Perversely, doing it in close proximity to a flexible, intelligent, friendly woman was not a problem for me because I didn't concentrate on the boobs, crotch or face -- you felt their breathing and their muscles flexing and coiling.

The only flaw in all of this was the technique was this was mainly done in close contact either face to face, or front to back and if your partner had a tight, firm ass this could be a problem. I guess she could say that having a man whose flagship refused to obey signals was a problem too. Thankfully Holiday was a good sport about it.

"Hey," she chuckled the first time it happened there, "how many girls besides me can now look down the barrel of a .44 Magnum and be less than impressed." Ouch.

Two days later it was, "That's not a parole violation, that's a contravention of the Geneva Accords."

"Funny like a crutch, bitch," I glowered back until we both broke out in laughter. "Don't you know it's attached at the hip?"

"More like tied around the waist and hitched at the hip -- bitch!" she giggled. I raised my hands in surrender after that. That's when we realize that 'Mom' was staring at us.

"I apologize Mrs. La Roche," Holiday backpedaled, "but Duke's equipment is ridiculously huge. It is a proven procedure to inject humor into situations that might otherwise be choked with sexual tension."

"Do you think my 'Son's' penis-size is a comedic matter?" Hotness said stiffly.

"Right now I think it is at 45 degrees and about to crest his waistband," Holiday smiled; a look which broadened as 'Mom's' eyes gravitated to the source of the dilemma. "When we are doing our dance routine and that monster starts riding up my damp ass-crack, I either joke about it or run screaming in terror."

"Thanks Ohlie," I jabbed my partner.

"Up my ass-crack," Hotness moaned softly. Holiday shot me a curious look to which I shrugged. Holiday kissed me on the forehead, per custom, gathered up her gym bag, a fresh water bottle and headed out the door.

"Was that Tai Chi?" Hotness murmured once we are alone.

"It is based on that," I softened since she'd shown actual interest. "It is based a tiny bit on kung-fu with equal parts Tai Chi and modern dance. It is actually a cool down technique that starts out moderately intense and winds its way down to very simple and energy conserving moves."

"You never told me you took dance," Hotness now looked back up at me.

"Had you told me it was dance when I was seventeen I would not have taken it," I confessed. "Ohlie snuck this up on me; I had a lot of rage and this gave me a tool for dealing with it."

"What were you angry about?" she asks with utter ignorance to events she was a part of. I wanted to strangle her at that moment.

"Let me see; the man who I was told was my Father would have rather I'd been aborted and his new wife wanted me to live on Pluto because the remotest region of Planet Earth was still too close," I explained as rationally as I could.

"That's just not so," Hotness now had the nerve to sound hurt by my accusation.

"What part did I miss about you not taking me to your house, home and hearth when my Mom was dying in that lonely hospital room?" I growled.

"You were an inconvenient distraction at that time -- your Father was conducting crucial research right then and his company needed his thoughts uncluttered," she stated firmly. This bitch was digging herself a hole and didn't even see it. She looked at me for understanding.

"Oh, I can see how things become inconvenient to my Father's life were business is concerned," I nodded deceptively. "He doesn't need things cluttering up his life, does he?" Now she nodded.

"Unfortunately, some parts of his life get ignored as he struggles to make the world a better place -- oh, I understand that perfectly," I looked sad, not totally freaking pissed off. "I worry about you, Zuiko, and Scout being neglected too. That isn't fair at all."

"Not fair? What are you talking about?" Zuiko seemed confused.

"Yes, I worry about some strange man coming into our home and taking advantage of Dad's absence, and you might feel compelled to do things -- on a genetically level that Dad wouldn't understand," I sounded concerned.

"What do you mean?" she balanced my postulation.

"Clearly he would be worried that someone outside of this house would test your loyalty to the family which is probably the real reason I'm here -- to keep the two of you safe," which I believed to be a complete and utter lie.

"Oh...I had never looked at it that way," she averted her gaze. "You are his genetic heir after all."

"So, you were interested in our cool-down technique -- what about it?" I changed the subject.

"Yes," she coughed, "that looked fun and -- safe to do." I had no idea how 'safe' got tagged in there but if it helped her justify rubbing up against me, so be it.

I position Hotness in front of me, facing away with her legs partially spread. She didn't recoil when I moved behind her, placed my right hand on her stomach and wrapped up our left hands together extended straight from her shoulder. My cock was pressing hard against her mid and lower back and she was resting the side of her head against my sweaty, somewhat broad chest. I was glad my heart wasn't pounding with barely contained lust.

"Okay," I began; "sweep our left arm up and over until the points of our fingers touch the top of your head." We completed the series of gestures until she got the principles of the slow, fluid hand movements. From there, we moved onto the steady, gentle footwork so that she was comfortable being against me.

"Wow," she looked over her shoulder and up at me, "this is fun."

"You are fun to teach, Hotness," I smiled back. For a moment she bristled at the name but she softened and muttered playfully,

"I guess it is my fault for not letting you use Mom, Mother, or Zuiko," she confessed.

This was the first mistake she's ever owned up to.

"Let us move our hands so that each rests on the hip -- like so," I renewed our routine. "Fingers down, palms against the side and push up as high as you can to the underarms." She liked that one as it brought both our hands along the sides of her breasts so we repeated it.

Every time we lowered our hands, I led them farther down along the crease of her thigh and torso. I wondered why Zuiko wasn't stopping me; instead she began pushing up with her toes while pressing her body, namely her ass, against mine?? [against his crotch?]. Her hair was drawn together in a loose bun so when she rose up I was able to kiss her lightly on the neck.

Again she reacted positively, trapping my cock between her deliciously ass cheeks. I could not help myself from pressing my luck. I took my right hand from the hip across the belly button and up to the top her sternum then retreating down to her diaphragm once more. I repeated this move multiple times and each time I dragged her wrist over her tit. It was her own wrist so how could she claim I was molesting her?

I was moving our right hands from her right hip to her left, just below the belly button. Going 'what the hell', I made a lower circuit each pass until I dipped pasted the faint outline of her panty's waistband and could feel her pubic mound.

"You feel very tense," I lied. "Why don't you lean forward and I'll take care of the upper body movement.

"Okay," she moaned. Hotness didn't waist a second in starting to lean forward. I wrapped my right hand and forearm just below hips while my left kept up the sternum movements but slightly adjusting the path until the heel of my hand was making gentle, teasing movements over the now highly aroused left nipple.

Hotness let her body dangle down, her fingers almost on the mat.

"Oh, this stretching feels so, so good," she panted. "We should have done this..." she regaled me until I started rotating both of us at the hip. My cock is pressed tightly into her ass-crack.

She made these little 'humph's' as I wedged her panties and yoga pants deeper and deeper in and I began to man-handle her left breast.

"I -- we should stop," she panted, flushed and desperate.

"I understand," I said softly. "Take my left hand first," I directed so I could better balance us. Then I reached out with right so that she was completely perpendicular to my crotch. I let us rock back and forth three times with Hotness's breathing becoming more labored.

"I'm pulling you up, moving you from left to right," I informed her. She humped me backwards and I decided not to notice. We made it to the 270 degree mark when she was slightly against me. At the same time her feet gave out and she slid down my body until my cock was once more brushing her lower back.

"Now arms out to ninety degrees -- 180 degrees -- 270 degrees," I went on. Now I had her totally wrapped up in my arms in a huge bear hug. I kissed her on the top of her head then let her go; my arms going to my side and I backed away.

"That was fantastic Zuiko," I grinned. "Now I need to take a cold, cold shower or I'm going to be a very irresponsible boy...and it is entirely your fault."

"What?" she mumbled as she turned to face me and my cast-iron friend. "Oh," she looked at my package. I turned, walked up to her, barely giving Zuiko time to put her arms to her side. I leaned in, Zuiko took a half-step back and bent her back as if she was avoiding me but I was more interested in grabbing two handfuls of ass cheek and lifted her face to mine.

"Dad would want me to take care of you and protect you Zuiko," I whispered. "I can't protect you if I don't know what you need, do you understand?"

"Yes," she gulped. "We need to get to know each other better."

"I am glad we can agree on that," I quietly responded. The first kiss fell on her jawline close to her left ear. I kissed my way down her jawline toward her chin then descending her neck to the scoop of her shirt.

"I really need that shower," I informed Zuiko as I put her down and turned away.

"Oh...okay," she stuttered. I made my way up to my cold shower but I had a feeling that she'd be running off to a cold shower of herself as well. Breakfast was amusing as Zuiko kept sneaking looks my way when she thought Maria wasn't looking.

After breakfast I helped clean up a little so Maria struck up a conversation.

"So," Maria smirked, "are you going to put a spring in her stride and remove the scorpion from her tongue?"

"A scorpion on her tongue would make a few -- things distractingly dangerous," I winked. "So, what chores am I doing today?"

"Hernando is pruning five trees back of the Guest House, so..." she offered me.

"Right, dragging limbs to the wood chipper," I sighed over dramatically.

"I know why you do this Duke," Maria informed me. "You don't want to be like your Father and Mrs. Zuiko and Cybil so you help out around the house. We indulge you."

"Thanks Maria, "I chuckled.

"We don't want you becoming like them either," Maria smirked.

Breakthrough

It was Saturday morning and I figured that I'd be alone in the workout room but I was so wrong. I was still stretching out when Hotness appeared. She fidgeted around one of the bikes until I had finished. Once I headed for my leg presses Zuiko cleared her throat and rocked back onto her heels.

"Can I help you Hotness?" I stopped and regarded her. She flushed a bit in anger at my chosen name for her but only a bit.

"I'm -- I'm ah -- I'm not sure if I'm warming up properly," she stammered.

"Well, let's go through your routine and see if I can show you anything," I nodded. "You are in great shape."

"I do work out almost every day," Mom bragged. "I am glad my -- um -- it shows." I directed Zuiko to lie down. I put her fully reclined left leg between my knees then I slowly pushed her right leg up. My first few passes stretched the muscles in the calf and thigh then I began to massage those muscles, squeezing them between my thumbs and fingers then working circles firmly into her flesh.

"Let me know when my touch causes you too much discomfort," I soothed her. My fingers came down to the bend in her knee, left hand on the outside and my right on the inside of the thigh. I expended half a minute working down to the edge of her hip and the crux of her thigh and cunt.

"How does this feel? Should I continue?" I prodded. Her head went from side to side but,

"Yes," she panted, "Yes, yes."

I took that to be her giving carte blanch, so I took it. Bending her knee, I pushed her leg back with my shoulder.

My left hand snaked around her leg and started rubbing her stomach while the right went for the prize of her love triangle. I finished by massaging down the remainder of her thigh and seamlessly transfer over to her pubic mound. I anticipated Hotness's call to stop but I was keeping the momentum so completely all she did was moan wantonly.

Her stomach undulated as my left hand proceeded pasted her diaphragm to her right breast -- shit she was not wearing a bra underneath her tight turquoise yoga suit. A quick pass of my right hand revealed no panties line. Zuiko's hands began clinch into a ball by dragging her fingernails over the floor mats into a tight fist then relaxing only to repeat the action.

I kept such a gentle touch on Hotness's honey spot that I was able to detect her excited nub and start rubbing it before she even noticed.

"Is this part -- gasp -- part of a warming up regimen?" she struggled to get out between baited breaths.

"I'm not going to lie to you, Zuiko. This is foreplay -- sexual foreplay," I informed her.

"Oh -- oh -- oh," she panted, "we can't do this Duke; I'm your Mother."

I twirled her right nipple and upped the grinding of my fingers against her clit while rubbing up and down her pussy lips. I could feel the stickiness of her vagina through the thin fabric.

"With all the trouble that life has caused you recently, do you want me to be your Son, or maybe, this once, something different," I replied in a husky tone that alerted me to how badly I wanted her at that moment.

"We -- we shouldn't," she moaned. "We shouldn't -- but, just this once?"

"I'm not sure I can," I led her on.

"What do you mean -- you said," she pleaded.

"What if you are the best sex I've ever had Zuiko," I taunted her. "Once might not be enough."

"We would have to try," Zuiko finally met my gaze, "to be sure that this was the only time, okay?"

"But we can see how much we want each other and go from there, do you promise?" I countered. I've been working her over with my fingers the entire time that we've been talking.

"Okay," she gasped, "this once and if we both feel it is necessary to...um -- make our relationship stronger -- we could try a second time. I don't want to cheat on Denis with -- ah -- with someone not in the family."

I adapted to her dwindling resistance by positioning my body over her and stole a kiss from her lips. She had closed her eyes for the first few kisses but around kiss five she looked at me and smiled. By the tenth kiss she had placed her arms on my shoulders so she could pull me down into one lasting embrace.

Hotness had splayed her legs open but started to drag her ankles along my calves on the way to my thighs, which allowed me to drop and drag my cock onto her clit over and over again. I rested on my elbows and slipped the yoga suit straps off the shoulders and started pulling them down until her breasts are almost totally exposed and her arms trapped to her sides.

I yank her top down so quick her breasts quaked and jiggled. I latched onto the left breast, I sucked on it ravenously. Zuiko gave a sharp intake of breath which turned into a yelp when I jumped onto her right tit and bit lightly down on the other nipple. She started wiggling out of her straps so I lent her a hand to release her right arm.

In the fastest, most athletic move I'd ever seen Zuiko make, she reached across our chest to work her yoga suit off her left arm then pushed the whole thing as far south as she could in our current positions. I sped the proceedings along by moving my body onto its knees and together we pulled her suit passed her butt, up her thighs and all the way off in one rapid motion.

Zuiko clawed at the lacings of her shoes; I did the same with mine as well as shed my shorts. I dropped back toward Hotness but fell short, causing her to pout. My target was her pussy alright but not with my cock -- getting your step-mom pregnant was one of the surest ways to get booted from the house. Zuiko was still trying to draw me up for some face-time when encircled her clit with my tongue and tantalized that feminine cluster of nervous pleasure.

"No, no, no," she groaned. "I want your cock."

"I don't know if you are on birth control Hotness," I replied between lapping her cunt's juices.

"Oh, I have a pack in my -- ah -- gym bag," Zuiko sounded guilty as hell, "in case Cybil said she needed some."

"You had better go get one," I suggested. At first, Zuiko was hesitant but nuzzling along the thigh next to her pussy brought her up and scampering toward her gym bag. She knelt down, pulled out the box triumphantly only to realize I had stealthily moved behind her. I picked her up by the underarms and directed her toward the closest wall.

As she took those steps toward the wall, Hotness lapsed into a daze so that I had to kiss her neckline multiple times to return her to attentiveness.

"We'll need a condom," I whispered, "so you need to open the box and pull one out."

"Oh yes," she murmured. She tried to be kind to the box lid for about five seconds then she tore it off. Hotness tore off a condom packet so violently she ripped open the one below it.

Zuiko was working off the unopened packet so I tapped her and pointed to the opened one on the floor. She bent over to get it and I moved in with my cock penetrating deep between her legs.

"Put it on," I recommended. She toyed with the condom until she found the proper way to put on the device. She seemed to relish the feel of the latex and gel onto my raging hot rod. I put my right hand on the back of her neck and the left on her hip.

She gave a delicious little murmur followed by a grunt as I pushed her upper body at the wall. She extended her arms to the wall, stopping her forward progress by putting her palms against the padded wall. She looked over her shoulder at me, her bun a total wreck and her judgment clearly overwhelmed with the lust coursing through her veins.

I rubbed my cockhead up and down her slit, coating it thoroughly with her vaginal fluids. Zuiko pushed up and back trying to lure my cock inside of her. I decided that teasing her about her previous history didn't get me anything. Instead I gave her what she wanted; I inserted my penis between her labia and pressed forward.

Hotness was sopping wet, so entry was not a problem but, Man o man, she was super-tight. I was not deterred; I grabbed hold of both hips, pushed myself forward while simultaneously pulling her in.

"Oh, oh, it's too big," she begged but I keep at it, "Please Duke, it is tearing me up inside."

"Isn't this what you wanted; to have your cunt pounded raw and filled up with as much as you could handle?" I confronted her.

"No, I wanted to keep Cybil safe from you," she groaned. "I was afraid you would do to Cybil what you did to Jacye."

"So you enjoyed watching Jacye and I on the sofa?" I taunted her.

"NO -- I mean..." Zuiko struggled to find the words. I slammed the last few inches in and made her squeal in both pain and delight.

"She could take it all in so why can't you? Are you going to let some teenage tramp give me more fulfilling sex than my own step-mom?" I challenged her.

"I can take it," she rasped. "Promise me you won't do this with Cybil." I gently moved in and out of her love hole for over a minute before giving her my counter-offer.

"The next time we make love," I offered, "she has to watch. If you can then convince us both, I'll stay away from your precious daughter -- deal?"

"That's not fair," she whined. I was really pounding her now, my balls slapping her clitoris as I drove my shaft deeper and deeper inside. Hotness was even angling her hips for the deepest penetrations possible.

I had even grabbed her shoulder with my left hand, pulling her back as I drove forward. Her argument was lost as she first hissed from deep within her lungs then she yowled loud enough to cause ringing in my ears. I was relentless and soon little pools of dripping pussy juice had formed around her toes. Still Zuiko gave her inexperienced all to our love-making efforts.

She kept pushing back through my use of my first condom and almost my second before she finally began a deep exhausted moaning.

"Too much," she panted, "It aches too much; stop, please stop." I shot cum several times, keeping still then then pulled out with a rather loud 'pop'. A steady flow of fluids that I had trapped above cock in her vagina came out, further soaking the mat we had stood up. I quickly tied off and disposed of the condom.

I left her propped up against the wall as I ran to get two towels and a large bottled water. I laid out the towels; swept up Zuiko into my arms as if she was a child, and placed her tenderly on the dry area. Once she was situated I opened the bottle top and handed her the water.

"You are definitely better than any high school girl I've ever had," I commented with a smile.

She grinned back wearily.

"I only did this for Cybil's sake," Zuiko reiterated. "I'll do whatever it takes to keep my daughter safe." It was a passionate argument that was only ruined by it being patently false.

"So you are willing to have sex in front of Cybil to let her know you are the dominant woman in this household?"

"If that's what it takes," Zuiko trembled; both fearful and fearfully aroused, "for Cybil's sake."

That hypocrisy nearly choked the enjoyment out of the act with Hotness for me. "I think we are both warmed up," I changed the subject, "let's start our workouts."

"Oh!" Zuiko groaned and flopped down on the mat, staring at the ceiling.

"Come on now," I teased her -- no pain, no gain, "Think about the rub down you will be getting once we are finished."

"Hmmm," Hotness' groan became a sensual moan, "I could use a rubdown. Fine, I'll get dressed and finish this routine but I expect results when this is over." She did manage to right herself and get dressed.

Her exercise was agony for her and I could hardly say I had much sympathy for her plight. Zuiko spent the last twenty minutes of my workout trying to slack off but I kept her honest by suggesting she coast on the bike machine. Our cool down technique did nothing to quench her inner fire. I still had a few more buttons to push.

"We don't have a broad, flat, cushioned space for a rubdown," I pointed out. "We could forego the massage right now, or we can use the pool house, my bedroom, or your suite." Of course, she was giving every signal that she wanted to get the rubdown and more, plus she was afraid of using the room next to her daughter's room in case we vocalized loudly.

"Let's go to my room," Hotness whispered for no good reason I could fathom. I nodded, went to the door and let her lead the way. If Zuiko thought she was getting away with something, she was sorely mistaken. The house had two maids (upstairs and downstairs), a cook, and two groundskeepers during the daylight hours (6 am to 9 pm).

The rest of the La Roche family did nothing for themselves and treated the 'servants' as if they were invisible unless a family member wanted them for something. As far as I had been let in by Maria, everyone knew what everyone else was doing all the time; keeping track of the La Roche's was child's play in comparison.

The race up the stairs was hilarious in its attempt to be covert. I caught sight to Dulce sneaking a peek out of my room as we circled the second story landing on the way to the third floor. There as another bedroom passed mine. Cybil's room would have given a better view but Scout was still sleeping in on this Saturday morning. There was even a fourth bedroom past Scout's.

Zuiko stumbled into her own room, giggling continuously. I stopped long enough to shut the door. She half-turned to me with a look of giddy elation on her face as she peeled the yoga suit off her sweaty body. I stripped faster and closed the distance so I could get behind her.

"Hey?" she gasped as I put my left hand on her shoulder and my right on her hip, maneuvering toward the bed ahead of me. "What are you doing?" she sounded curious and a little worried.

Once bedside, I gently pushed her forward.

"Oh," she snickered. She propped one knee up on the bed and let her body topple until she had to catch herself on her palms. First I slipped on a condom then I applied with my hands a steady pressure to each ass cheek, coaxing her to walk on her hands and knees to the center of the bed.

I was right behind her, wedging Hotness's legs apart and petting her kitty from clit to pericardium.

"Oh -- that feels so nasty," she moaned. "Keep doing it to me." I started running two fingers in her cunt, two over her clit and a thumb tapping her anus. She wiggled her ass playfully in return.

"What was you first husband like?" I figured this would be the best time to have her loose enough for me to learn anything about her. I shouldn't have worried.

"Oh -- ummm -- my first husband was fifty-six when we were married," Zuiko confessed. "He tried to be vigorous but he was never creative and his heart was not well." I thought that was code for premature ejaculation.

"I hope he gave you more of the attention you deserve," I flattered her. I didn't feel too bad about it as I really did want to give her the attention she deserved aka screw her to the mattress.

"No," Hotness nearly wept, "I swear I've tried everything but after those two times on our honeymoon he is simply too tired. We have had sex only once in three years." I positioned my rod at the entrance to her womb and gently pushed in. "Oh God," she sang out with pleasure.

"Do you like this dick?" I taunted. "Do you want to get fucked with it? Do you want to own this dick?"

"Yes," she responded then she added stronger and stronger, "Yes! Yes!"

"Are you going to want this tomorrow -- and Monday too?" I questioned.

"Oh God yes," she panted. "I want us to be closer -- much closer."

"So you don't want the Sheriff's department to drag me away?" I pressed her. "You don't want to put me in prison?"

"No, you can stay," she yelped as I plumbed her depths to the utmost. My cock was being grappled by her cervix once more and it was squeezing me to death with revenge as a motive.

"I don't want you to ever go," Hotness gutturally moaned. At this moment I could be celebrating my possession of the Super-cock but the situation was really more complex than that. Zuiko was a thirty-seven year old housewife who had sex less than two dozen times her entire existance. She was feeling pretty cheated by life and was grasping at any illusion that would let her have some level of sexual fulfillment.

I was really beginning to up the tempo of my thrusts I into her. Zuiko hissed and grunted, eventually dropping to her elbows and finally just laying down with her ass stuck up in the air. I released her hips right then and began pinching and pulling her tender vibrant clitoris.

"Oh, oh baby," she squealed, "I can't keep going on. It's too much."

Before I could answer she bunched up the bed's comforter and bit down before she caterwauled her sexual release. For my part, I was relentless; hammering away time and time again until she erupted once more. She twisted her head around to look at me. She couldn't create any words but the tears in her eyes spoke volumes.

I slowed then stopped my pace allowing Zuiko to finally take a deep breathe. She languidly spread out on the bed with me on top of her. My cock still made one inch cyclic intrusions into her cunt. This was enough to keep her fluids flowing and moods simmering at the edge of lust.

"Good?" I whispered.

"Ummm; yes," she purred. "I'm glad we've become so close." Close...I'd banged her -- twice now but that hardly made us close, I thought. My hips rose up until my cockhead was poised upon her labia. Zuiko waggled her hips around so that her lips played across the tip of my rod. Her hands reached out for mine and hand in hand, snuggled them underneath her breasts.

Hotness' nipples played over my knuckles as we squeezed our hands between the comforter and her chest. Her legs bend at the knees and her heels start touching and stroking my thighs.

"Are you ready to make love some more...for the first half of this day?" I questioned her.

"Oh," she gave a heavenly pout, "do you have plans with someone else for today?"

"We gather at the pool at ten o'clock," I relayed. "Then after lunch I'm helping Donato replace some of the pipes in Greenhouse #3."

"Why would you want to do that?" Hotness hiccupped as I slipped her vagina a sudden few inches of cock. "I," she panted, "I mean that's what we pay them for."

"Donato has a wedding he would like to attend so I'm helping him finish early," I explained.

"Oh -- oh," Zuiko exhaled, "I would like to hold my stepson. You are so wonderful but all of your thrusting has left me sore."

"Well, I should give you a solid pounding real quick," I warned her. I picked up on my game, plucking at her nipples next to the sheets and biting her shoulder and neck. When she tilted her head aside I gave her an aggressive French kiss.

Hotness began making deeper and deeper grunting noises as I kept to my word and delved deep into her. Her ass cheeks quivered with each impact and her whole body began to shiver. When she gave out a loud whimper I gave out a throaty, primal growl and shot my semen into the condom. I also bit down on Hotness' shoulder, marking her with my teeth.

Zuiko squealed again and she followed me down the expressway to sexual climax. She screamed into the sheets and vibrated her posterior against my mostly solid shaft. With the last twitch of my penis, I rolled off Zuiko and lay on my back next to her. She was gulping for air with her eyelids flickering so I took a rather fatigued moment to pull off my condom and tied it off yet again.

As I finished that little detail, Hotness dragged her body to drape over mine.

"I always feared I'd had an orgasm and hadn't realized it," she said as she kissed my left nipple. "Now I know what one feels like and I've had my first two today -- wonderful."

"Well, I'll let you think about that this afternoon when I'm going to be cooking inside that greenhouse; getting all hot and sweaty with not a girl around." I kissed her on the temple and stroked her left side from the top of the shoulder, down her back ribs and stopping at her hip.

"I haven't taken advantage of you, have I?" Zuiko asked softly out of the blue. I had to think about what lying angle to use.

"No," I answered with confidence. "You know Dad values your happiness, right?"

"Yes," her answer was far less than enthusiastic.

"And I've made you very happy, right?" I continued.

"Yes," she was much surer with that answer.

"And since Dad is very bright he must have planned this out -- for you and me to find happiness in each other's bodies, right?" I smiled at her.

"Oh," she nodded with more assurance. Now for the nail in the coffin.

"Besides, the only alternative would be to think that he didn't care about either of us and he had left us here to fend for ourselves, me without a Father, and you without a husband to support your defense of your daughter," I laid out the 'truth' as I knew it to be; our scapegoated 'lie'.

"Oh," she said in a tiny voice, "he wouldn't do that to me." Clearly she knew now that he had abandoned her to struggle on alone and unsupported; Dad -- you bastard.

"So you see that in his wisdom and in our youthful needs, we are supposed to sexually comfort one another," I stroked her hair. "It is the only thing that makes sense."

"But not Cybil," she rubbed her hand over my chest.

"You agreed she could watch next time," I brought up.

"I..." she muttered. I rolled Hotness onto her back and looked into her eyes.

"I've had plenty of girlfriends," I said because some people believed that all us low class people did was hang around and screw, "but never a high class lady like you."

"Aaahhh," she purred as I continued to stroke her.

"But Cybil is turning out to be a high class lady too, like her friend Jacye," I now teased. "And we've just established that Dad wants us to take care of each other."

"Did he mean -- I'm - you are not giving me a chance," Hotness pleaded.

"I think I just gave you one chance already this morning and you impressed the hell out of me, Hotness," I kissed her forehead. "You did wear me out, didn't you?"

Her mouth opened in further protests but they died unspoken. Instead a smile creased her lips and she curled into me.

"I did, didn't I," she mused to herself as much as me.

We cuddled together for five minutes but finally the desire to shower overcame the warm, cozy aspects of our company. I sat up and dumped my condom in the trash bin.

"You shouldn't dump that in here," Hotness referenced the used condom. "The staff might notice and put things together." I laughed.

"Do you seriously think they don't know what we have been doing half this morning?" I shook my head in amusement. "Trust me, they know."

"Will they tell Denis?" Hotness propped herself up and looked worried.

"No because they want to keep their jobs," I explained. "You take their discretion for granted but they don't. If you think you can't trust them, you would replace them wouldn't you?"

"Yes -- I guess," she thought it over. "I see your point."

"I'm glad you see that," I put on my shorts and t-shirt. "You might consider complimenting Maria on a meal from time to time."

The look she gave me told me she'd consider it about five seconds after I left but I did believe I had making progress in creating a kinder, gentler Step-Mom. All in all, it had been a hell of a morning. I'd figure out how to approach Scout this evening.