Myrlee heard the car tires crunching the gravel driveway. A surge of relief
flooded her veins. Ordella's home.
Glancing at the bedside clock, Myrlee noted the time. Almost midnight. How
long does a Mother's Day dinner last?
Knowing Ordella's children, they probably tried to keep their mother
overnight. The kids hated their mother's relationship with Myrlee. Hated
Myrlee. They never brought the subject out in the open. It was not
something they wanted to discuss. To know. Just the idea of their mother
having a sex life made them upset.
The scratching of a key in the lock alerted Myrlee. She stayed in the
bedroom. She didn't want Ordella to know she waited up for her. That she
worried all day.
Ordella entered the silent house. Myrlee was comforted by the sound of her
partner's clicking heels. Comforted, yet her heart pumped with anticipation
as Ordella walked into the bedroom.
Myrlee faked sleep, watching the other woman through half-opened eyes. She
needed this moment to see what kind of mood Ordella was in. She was hoping
horny, but Myrlee seriously doubted it. Her lover was probably exhausted.
The hall light streamed into the bedroom, casting a soft glow on Ordella.
She looked beautiful in her hat and dress. Elegant and refined. Aloof and
regal like an African goddess. This wasn't the woman Myrlee knew
intimately. Myrlee couldn't wait for Ordella to strip off the clothes. To
expose the earthy, sensual woman underneath.
Ordella reached up to take the long pin out of her white wide-brimmed hat.
She pulled off the hat and ran her gloved hand through the tight graying
She tugged the fingers of her startling white gloves. Short pulls starting
from the little finger to the thumb. Myrlee felt each tug deep in her
tummy. She watched, mesmerized, as Ordella peeled the glove off of her
brown hand. Ordella started on the other cotton glove. Myrlee didn't think
she could handle the innocent undressing.
“Ordella?" Myrlee murmured.
Ordella's head turned sharply. "Did I wake you up?" she whispered, tugging
the glove off and tossing it onto the floor. "I'm sorry."
"No, no. I'm glad to see you. I've missed you." Myrlee winced at her
words. She didn't want to reveal that. She made a show of looking at the
clock. "It's midnight. I guess you had a good time."
"It was good to see all my kids and grandbabies." Ordella kicked off her
leather shoes while unbuttoning her yellow silk dress.
"What did you do?"
"What we do every year." The silk slid down her curves and pooled onto the
floor. "It's a tradition."
Myrlee tuned out Ordella as she described the Mother's Day breakfast, the
church ceremony and the outing at the National Zoo. Instead, Myrlee allowed
the melodic flow of her voice coast over her tightening muscles.
"Those grandbabies of mine wore me out." She unsnapped her creamy white
bra. Her full breasts burst out into freedom.
Myrlee stared at the amazing sight. Desire blazed through her chest. She
never got tired of seeing her lover's naked breasts. "And how were the
kids?" She didn't really want to know, but she felt Ordella would like to
talk about her two children.
Ordella rolled her eyes as she shucked off her panties. Myrlee bit her lip
to prevent purring. "Monique wants me to baby-sit a couple of times this
Myrlee swallowed a sigh. Knowing Ordella, she agreed whether or not she had
the time. "And DeShaun?"
Ordella sighed. "He asked me for a loan' again."
Myrlee's full lips twisted in anger. What was wrong with Ordella's
children? The day was set to honor their mother and all they did was try to
get something out of her. It was just like any other day.
"What did they give you?" Myrlee asked, recognizing the huskiness in her
"My grandkids gave me some artwork that I promised I would display
prominently on my refrigerator." Ordella's white teeth flashed in the
darkness as she smiled, sending a curious warmth through Myrlee's heart.
"Monique gave me a necklace and DeShaun got me flowers. Oh, and they all
gave me a corsage."
Her mouth slackened as she watched Ordella walk to the dresser and remove a
nightgown from a drawer. The nightgown was an old present from one of her
kids. A granny's nightgown.
Hmm…seems Ordella is still in grandmother mode.
"Don't bother putting that on." Myrlee's voice came out as a seductive
"Huh?" Ordella stopped and looked over her shoulder. "What?"
"That nightgown will be off of you in a matter of seconds," Myrlee promised.
Ordella turned around and placed her hands on her ample hips. "Is that
right?" she teased.
Myrlee flipped a corner of the blanket. "Come here so I can give you your
Mother's Day present."
"What are you talking about?" Ordella asked as she sauntered toward the bed.
"Okay, so only children and fathers give the presents. But I think it's
time to start a new tradition."
"I like the sounds of that." Ordella crawled into bed. She opened her arms
and cradled Myrlee close.
Their lips met. Ordella placed soft, sweet kisses on the edge of Myrlee's
mouth. Myrlee nibbled Ordella's pouty lips. She slicked her tongue along
the crease of Ordella's mouth. Ordella surprised her by brushing her lips
across her cheek and forehead.
What is going on? Where is the wildness? What happened to the
down-and-dirty, raunchy Ordella?
Ordella splayed her hand on Myrlee's throat. She trailed her fingers down
to Myrlee's small breast, cupping it gently before stroking along the slope
to her nipple. Ordella brushed her thumb against Myrlee's hardening nipple.
Myrlee gave up kissing her lover in hopes of transforming her back into a
wanton. Damn, her kids did a number on her today. Ordella sees herself
only as a mother and grandmother. She's forgetting about being a woman. A
purely feminine woman.
"Suck me," Ordella muttered hoarsely, pushing her breast into Myrlee's face.
Myrlee greedily latched onto Ordella's nipple, drawing deep on the hard
brown nub. She frowned as Ordella stroked her hair.
This gentleness has got to stop. Myrlee began to suck and chew Ordella's
breasts. Her hands trailed to Ordella's rounded bottom. She grabbed and
squeezed, desperately wanting to provoke a response.
"Yes, baby. Yeah, just like that," Ordella crooned.
Baby?! Uh-uh. Nope. This is not going to work. Myrlee pulled away from
Ordella's breast and slicked wet kisses on her partner's stomach. Myrlee's
mind whirled with confusion.
Nothing is working. I want to tear away this nurturing and save the
sensuous woman suffocating inside.
An idea trickled into her mind. She paused, inhaling the cinnamon scent of
her lover. There was something that Ordella has wanted to try. Wanted, but
too scared to carry it out. Too embarrassed to ask.
Was this the right time to do it? If Ordella wasn't ready for it, would
this caregiver personality stay intact? Would it freak her out?
But if Ordella was ready for it, ripe for it, then the woman she knew and
love would no longer be trapped. The nurturing, motherly image would melt
She didn't want to ignore the mother aspect of Ordella. It was a part of
her, a part of how she viewed and lived her life. How could she honor that
area of her self and let her forget it for the moment?
It was risky. Very risky. Maybe she should wait until tomorrow.
No. She was going to do it now. Remind Ordella that she was more than a
caregiver. More than a mother and grandmother. She was Ordella, a strong,
sensual, feminine woman.
"Lie on your back," Myrlee suggested.
Ordella looked at her quizzically but quietly obeyed.
"Wait right here," Myrlee softly commanded. She slid off the bed and
searched the floor. The pure white gloves shone in the darkness. Myrlee
scooped them up and returned to the bed.
She straddled Ordella's waist, grinding her pelvis provocatively into her
lover's soft stomach. Myrlee wrapped her fingers around Ordella's wrists
and stretched her partner's arm above the headboard.
"We're going to try something different tonight," Myrlee announced.
"Hold still as I tie you to the bed."
Ordella's eyes widened. "Uh…I'm not sure about this."
"You've been curious," Myrlee replied cautiously. Please don't say no.
Please don't say no.
"Yeah, but…" her voice trailed off with indecision.
"Hush. If you can't take it, just say the word…'flower'."
Ordella hesitated. "Okay."
Myrlee tied her hands to the spindle headboard with the gloves. She did her
best not to make them tight. That would make Ordella panic.
"Are you comfortable?" Myrlee asked.
"I think so." She pulled against the gloves. Her fingers flexed and
With a feathery touch, Myrlee trailed her hand down Ordella's arms. Ordella
"Stop that! It tickles."
"Sorry." Myrlee smiled wickedly "I won't be gentle anymore."
"Good," Ordella said with a challenging smile.
Myrlee descended upon her partner like a starving woman, wiping away
Ordella's superior smile. Her hands rubbed Ordella's voluptuous curves as
her tongue plundered inside her lover's mouth.
That luscious mouth. As a mother she kissed away hurts and sang her babes
Now Ordella's mouth did nasty things. Her tongue could bring Myrlee to the
edge of Heaven and back.
Myrlee slid down to Ordella's throat, sucking and biting, placing love bites
on the elegant brown column. Ordella's guttural groans sparked a wet
excitement inside Myrlee.
She hurried to Ordella's breasts. They were large and full. They slightly
sagged with age and years of breastfeeding. Myrlee preferred them to
younger, perkier breasts. They were more beautiful and intriguing.
Myrlee rolled one nipple with her tongue and the other with frantic fingers.
She pinched the nipple and listened to Ordella gasped with savage
pleasure. Myrlee immediately ran the sharp edge of her teeth against her
lover's sensitive nipple. Ordella arched her spine and pulled from the bed,
but the ties held her fast.
Myrlee continued nipping and tweaking Ordella's nipples at a fast and
furious pace. She watched with fascination as Ordella tossed her head from
side to side.
"Damn, Myrlee. Oh…damn."
She licked and slicked her tongue down Ordella's stomach. Behind the dark
brown flesh laid the womb where she carried her children. Now her womb
twitched and vibrated with lust.
Myrlee poked her tongue into her lover's navel. Ordella screeched with
surprise. Myrlee didn't linger, too intent to explore what hid beneath the
wiry thatch of gray curls.
Inhaling her feminine scent, Myrlee dove her questing fingers into her
partner's wetness. Ordella bucked at the invasion. Her womanly thighs
quivered with need.
Myrlee tormented her lover with her fingers. Ordella in ecstasy was a
breathtaking view. "You're quite a woman."
Ordella didn't want to listen. "Now, Myrlee! Now!"
Myrlee attacked Ordella's womanhood with gusto. Munching and slurping,
pressing her face deep between Ordella's spread legs.
Ordella hooked her trembling knees over Myrlee's bare shoulders and bore
down on Myrlee's mouth.
Myrlee wildly claimed Ordella. Her lover twisted and yanked at the
bindings, desperate to take control, yet finding her position addictively
Ordella swiftly grew untamed. She bucked and thrashed, moaned and begged.
She swore with astonishing vulgarity as her body gave into exquisite
Myrlee was surprised when Ordella came violently. Screams of release
ruptured from her lover's straining throat.
The aftershocks of Ordella's orgasm were just as powerful. Gasping for air,
Ordella closed her eyes as she succumbed to the tremors of her exhausted
Myrlee climbed over Ordella and pulled the gloves free. She inspected her
partner's wrists. They felt tender but the ties didn't cut into the brown
Myrlee stretched out on her side of the bed and gathered Ordella close.
"Just give me a minute," Ordella murmured.
"Ssh. Later. Go to sleep."
"Didn't you like--?"
"I loved it. I love giving you your Mother's Day present."
"What? I have to wait another year for that?" Ordella teased.
"We'll see," Myrlee responded lightly, already planning when she could tie
Ordella up again. Try something different like in the living room…or the
bathroom. Myrlee gritted her teeth as she throbbed with lust. "We'll see."
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