Incest Justin Thyme by Callicious

[Ramesh_Rocky]

As soon as he walked through his condo door he began stripping and made his way to the shower for as cold a shower as he could get. His cock, once freed from his briefs, had a mind of its own and stood out proudly from his body, unfazed by the cold. His balls felt swollen, and were very tender to the touch. Michael gasped for breath in the cold water, and mindful of not wasting time he started soaping himself, preparing for bed. His sexual stimulus was so great that passing the soap across his cock and stroking it one time was all it took. With a massive groan of release, and of frustration at his weakness, Michael spewed a tremendous amount of ejaculate on the shower wall even as his knees gave way, and he dropped to his knees in the shower. Great shuddering gasps of breath shook his frame even as he prayed and asked forgiveness for his weakness.

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Mary, with a two of glasses of wine in her, was very conscious of the movement of her sundress's fabric across the tips of her nipples, causing her to regret her choice to go braless. Tom had made no sexual advances of any kind. In fact, he had been more than a gentleman, talking with her about Brad, and about Stephanie. His very proper behavior was quite unsettling. For years she had pushed away men who had been less circumspect, and Tom's very correct behavior stirred her interest. She found herself looking at him, measuring him in her mind as a potential, even as she told herself it was preposterous.

Mary considered the wine they had been drinking, and about Tom driving home and didn't think it would be wise, and was severely tempted to invite him to spend the night. After all, Stephanie was not going to be home, and in fact would probably be sleeping with Justin if she gauged her questions correctly from the other day. She felt herself stirring with need. Paul had been the only one since her Brad died in Iraq, and while Paul had not been caring for her needs, he had reawakened the drive within her. She really did not want to be alone tonight, but knew it was foolish to think of Tom this way. She blamed it on the wine.

Tom, a lifelong bachelor, found in himself a craving for the environment in which he found himself. Never among the women he had known in his life had he found one with whom he could feel so comfortable as he did Mary. He sensed a similar sentiment from her, although neither made any such comment. He knew he had to see more of her, and if involving Stephanie was the key, so be it. Stephanie was a sweet girl anyway, and he enjoyed meeting her before. She would have made things a lot easier tonight, but at the same time her absence had opened up an intimacy that could not have been there if she had been present.

Reluctantly, Tom knew it was time for him to make his goodnights and go. That last glass of wine had not been a good idea. While sure he wouldn't be over the limit, but he saw enough drunk drivers, or their passengers, go through his emergency room that he was not willing to take the risk of impaired driving. "Mary, I have really enjoyed the evening. Thank you so much. You must let me return the favor and take you and Stephanie out to dinner soon. You won't want my cooking, I assure you!"

"Thank you, Tom. I know we would enjoy that. Stephanie would really like to talk with you about her dad." She didn't say "And I would love to be with you and be held in your arms," although she thought it and looked down, blushing, afraid she had given herself away.

"My problem tonight is that I should not have had that last glass of wine. I'm really embarrassed. I'm not drunk, but I see too many people come through the ER who thought they weren't either, and I won't take that risk. Would it cause you embarrassment if I left my car in your drive and took a cab home?"

Mary's face flushed at the implication, yet her heart was strangely warmed at Tom's thoughtfulness for her feelings. "That was very nice of you to ask, Tom. Thank you. I didn't even think of the neighbors! I don't have many men leave their cars here overnight." She smiled at him. "Would you like me to drive it to work tomorrow, and then you could drop me off on the way home?"

"Now that's an idea. Would it be terribly out of your way to stop by my apartment on the way in in the morning?"

"I would be happy to." "Good, that means I get to see him tomorrow, too," ran through her mind.

Tom pulled out his cellphone and looked up a cab company and called for a ride. "They said it would be about twenty minutes. May I stay that much longer?"

Never had Mary experienced someone so concerned with her feelings. How had this man gone all this long without a woman snatching him up? "That would be great. It will give us time for another glass since you won't be driving." She quickly picked up the bottle and started to pour. "It will be a short glass. There isn't much left."

Tom picked his glass up and held it toward Mary. "To a wonderful cook, and a good friend. Thank you for a great evening, Mary. I haven't enjoyed an evening as much as this in a long, long time."

Mary touched her glass to his. "Thank you, Tom. Neither have I. I feel like we have known each other for years, rather than weeks. I do hope you will come again. Anytime you want a home cooked meal just let me know. No flowers or wine is necessary. You are welcome in our home."