*“Ma, I see you talked to Thalia. I hope you said yes.”*
*“Indeed I did. Why propose such an idea. You are my son, I didn’t think you would want to see me in that light. I remember how deeply embarrassed you were when “Amen” came out.”*
*“Ma – “Amen To That” was groundbreaking TV. Do you remember the director?”*
*“Dawn Garner…no longer with us, I believe.”*
*“Yes, most unfortunate. Drugs don’t discriminate…anyhow, after that show, she was hot property. It is a shame she was extinguished so early. But you should see how it is written about in university media papers. When I studied media studies, “Amen” was cited as a groundbreaking reality program in that sexuality was of course the main centrepiece but it was not overtly blunt…”*
*“Are you shitting me, Jim?”*
I stifled a giggle at the way I was speaking to my oldest child. He was thirty after all!
*“How do you mean, Ma?”*
*“It was so blunt, no holds barred. I did really naughty things. I had an orgasm on camera. I demonstrated on a rubber blow-up doll, you know.”*
*“Yes but it was not for pornographic effect. Despite what you think, a lot of people didn’t watch it to get titillated. They watched it for educational purposes.”*
*“Not initially, every review slated the openness of it.”*
*“Perhaps, but in later years, it has softened a lot. A prime documentary series – filmed well, nice locations, nice mixture of real people and personable host, a nice mixture of narrative and demonstration. Realistic. Not bogged down in crap and not too simple. It is quite perfect.”*
*“You have over analysed this a lot.”*
*“I have done that with your whole career. I think a part of your appeal with the public is the fact you are so seemingly normal and you have the same problems as everyone else yet your life is quite fantastical and almost too perfect.”*
*“Stop it!”*
*“The charm of Ms Kitty Tune…I love you Ma, I am very proud
to be your son. I realised how I felt about it when we made “Oceans”. Have you seen the progress on “Free Love”? Because I do know you are rather fond of young Luke.”*
*“Luke was coming over to show me his work but I haven’t seen him for a few weeks. I think he is meant to be here tonight but I haven’t seen him yet.”*
*“I sense you are slightly aloof because he isn’t here. You can tell me, mother, I won’t mind.”*
*“Jim…seriously, what has gotten into you children of late? I swore for years you all had hang-ups about me, and now suddenly it is all okay?”*
*“Why, who else?”*
*“Violet called Stephen “Sir” last year as a joke. Seth felt like Stephen was encouraging Violet by saying she would be a good pet. He doesn’t have designs on her – he just noticed certain personality traits she shares with me. She took it in her stride…you have met Brock haven’t you?”*
*“Sure have. Great chap. Nice to have a beer with. I would never have guessed he was kinky that way…anyhow Ma, I am interested in directing this new show…are you planning on…?”*
*“Not that I know of. If I remember the book rightly, I remember reading it thinking, hey there is nothing for me to perform.”*
*“Good, we shall see how it goes…”*
*“And you didn’t answer my question. Why are you suddenly okay with what I do?”*
*“Because I am older and mature. I am not a serious old fart but I take things far less anal than I used to. We are all like that – Lachlan will have your back forever and I believe Zinzan too. They email me a lot. It could just about make me cry, these wee boys let loose on a cruel world. I miss everybody. I see Angel and Melody in magazines more than I do in real life and Jet feels
that. Jonquil is still hurting. Zephyr is just Zephyr. He is such an introvert. Sapphire is looking amazing…it must be that new boyfriend of hers.”*
*“I didn’t know she had a boyfriend…who is he, I know she split with Andrew a while back and she was pretty hurt.”*
*“You know him well actually. Rhodes Carnot Junior.”*
*“Really? She must be embarrassed about me knowing about that. I shall not say a word. I am meant to be seeing her in a few weeks. I may find a roundabout way of asking. Children and secret alliances.”*
*“Speaking of which, Mum…Luke is a bit of a lost puppy. What is going on?”*
*“You have to promise me you won’t fling off at me. I would hope you children were used to my polyamorous ways by now.”*
*“Certainly helped to make “Open Seas” and I have since read the script for “Free Love”. Makes total sense. That is your lifestyle choice. Who are we to judge? Oh wait…is this about Luke…do
you…”*
*“Love him?”*
*“Oh Ma. I knew it. While I was aware you two had a one night stand or two, in more recent times, he has been a bit like a lovesick teenager. Quite amusing really. So are you two…”*
*“It has been a while. Yes, it is serious and I wish he would move in here. I wonder if he still loves me. I love him.”*
*“Go seek him, mother. I am sure he is here somewhere. I saw him talking to Chris upstairs earlier.”*
Now my house was not as easy to get lost in as the abode. I escaped the basement to the first floor. It was pretty empty. Luke had been doing a good job of mingling and he was around people he was very comfortable with. My party had inadvertently become a haven of mavens in
the moving pictures industry. Not only was Luke and Jim there, but we, of course, saw Thalia and I did speak to Jet at some point as well. I went up to the second floor. The second floor is composed of bedrooms and the in-house studio. I didn’t think he would be in one of the spare rooms. Maybe I misjudged him. He certainly wouldn’t be in my room, would he? I did look…I
opened the door and flicked the lights on. No, he was not there. I checked the studio. He was not there. I climbed the stairs to the third floor loft. It was dark. He was not there. Where was he?
The excitement was running through my blood and made me feel on edge. I was going back to
being an old-fashioned lover girl. I had spent two months in the previous year being chastised. I had a lot of vanilla sex after that. I blamed the wedding for that. I didn’t mind…but I felt my spark reignite. Being married perhaps only fanned the flames more. That was not just for Luke. It did wonders with Seth and Stephen too. *“What are you doing, Kitty? You are fifty-four years old of age.”*
Why are even the children encouraging it…I must not let the anxiety set in. I had done such a good job of keeping it at bay. I went back down stairs when the light bulb blew and I went smack into someone rather tall.
*“Oh my.”*
*“SMD?”*
I recognised the voice and looked up where the lights were on dim. I smiled rather broadly but I was confused.
*“SMD, whatever do you mean?”*
*“Sexual manoeuvres in the dark.”*
Even in the dim light, I knew how to undo his fly and down the pants came. His underwear came off and out it sprung. I hadn’t seen that cock for a while. I couldn’t even see it now. I could only feel how hard it felt. Soft skin on a hard dick and it felt quite delicious just in my hands. I took him in my mouth. Let my tongue do the talking.
*“Careful…Ms. Tune…I know it is you.”*
*“Oh…you should just fuck my mouth.”*
*“The pleasure is all mine. But will you swallow?”*
*“No. Because that would be giving myself away. Do it all over my face.”*
*“I cannot see though…how unfair…I will just have to imagine your face covered in my cum then.”*
*“You sound more and more like my husband.”*
*“I know, he is such a bad influence.”*
I don’t know why they call it sucking cock. There is no sucking involved what so either. Here was my tongue trying to lasso his cock which was thrusting in and out of my mouth. He held my face. I suddenly felt right at home. Stephen has that control over me when I am doing the same thing with him. Do you remember…the first ever blowjob I gave was to Stephen some thirty-six years prior! A heavenly mixture of tongue, saliva and licks. The man shaped lollipop as long as you do not go doing that silly head bopping up and down thing. I was taught so well. I felt the slightest hint of salt and pulled myself away. I could hear his hand going whack whack whack as he masturbated to finish. In the dark, I could not see a damn thing. He could have been anybody. I felt this intensely warm splash hit me in the face. Thank goodness it was not near my eyes – that might have stung. Temporarily maimed by airborne ejaculate, I fell against the wall.
*“Is there anything I can do for you?”*
*“Well what a welcome. I can see us old guys have you trained well in our carnal ways. Can I at least tidy up first? Follow me.”*
We went into my bedroom. The thing I loved about my bathroom was that you had to traverse the entirety of the bedroom to get to it. Pass two closets through the corridor with a shower on one side and the bath on the other. The end of the bathroom is an octagonal shape with a loo embedded in one side of it. I spent more time in that bathroom than I should have. I found it
such a perfect haven. I had ventured into my room with only moonlight to illuminate and I stumbled through into the end of the bathroom. I flicked a light on and saw my face. I giggled. Luke was behind me. He put his arm around me. It felt good.
*“I feel so illicit right now. You are a married woman.”*
*“A ring on my finger is not going to stop me being the person that I am. Bear with me a moment.”*
I got the warm water out and washed him off my face. My make up came off.
*“I will have to make myself up again, fuck I look old.”*
*“No, Kitty…just no. That is where I find the beauty. In the older you. You now carry more scars yet more love. I am attracted to that wisdom too.”*
*“I do not do wisdom, Luke.”*
*“I always did say age is but a number. It doesn’t stop me feeling the way I feel…I still love you.”*
Ooh, my heart skipped a beat. It hadn’t changed.
*“I love you too, Luke.”*
*“How about you lie on the floor and take your underwear off?”*
*“On the bathroom floor?”*
*“Yes. You shouldn’t question me, Ms Tune.”*
*“If you say so.”*
Granted, I am still quite flexible. It was more the random aches and pains I was worried about. I seriously didn’t like thinking about how much older I was than Luke. Twenty-four years to be precise. The tiles were cold and hard. I slipped my underwear off and felt my dress be pushed upwards. The lights overhead were pretty bright. He went in between my legs and kissed my
pussy. I felt a little self-conscious and my mind thought about how uninviting the bathroom floor was. His tongue was most welcome though. Such flicks with the blade as opposed to the tip. No sense of tension in his mouth. His tongue suddenly went hard and starting fucking my pussy. This felt rather incredible then I let out a yelp.
*“Ms Tune, are you okay there?”*
*“Can we please move somewhere more comfortable, before I put my back out, I am old remember.”*
*“Shush! Ms Tune…how many times have I had to tell you? You are not old!”*
*“Ok then, I am not old…I am retro!”*
*“Come on then, you silly girl. Move to the bed.”*
I couldn’t help but obey. Such a well-trained pet. Swear I was getting better with age. Under a full light, I looked at him. Damn, he was beautiful.
*“Take all your clothes off. I want you completely nude and on that bed, as soon as possible. I haven’t finished with you yet. I will not finish until I make you cum. So be snappy.”*
He looked so serious. This intensity was all of Stephen’s doing. That man had such profound effects on everyone he met. I peeled my dress off and off came the bra. At that point, I had just had a wax so there was nothing downstairs. I slithered up onto my bed. I was stark naked with Luke
Bellamy eating my pussy. Hell, I get turned on even saying that. Ooh, he made such sweet noises. I thrust my pelvis at him and I let out the littlest sigh ever…I didn’t want to alert anybody to what I was doing. I was just grateful it was now a childfree house. One orgasm bellowing out across the bedroom.
Then there was a very profound knock on the door. I didn’t even get a
chance to respond. I swear I was still feeling the contractions when the door sprang open and there was Stephen. He looked stern. Oh fuck.
*“Shit, Sir, you gave me a fright”.*
I grabbed my sheet to try and maintain my modesty. Luke’s face was still wet. In fact he was still between my legs.
*“Now, now Pet, perhaps a master ought to get angry about having his wife tonguefucked by a young stud of sorts. But I am not that sort of master. I am more annoyed I didn’t get to watch. I am more annoyed you are missing your party. I understand a girl has her needs and you have more needs than most.”*
*“I am sorry, Stephen.”*
*“Luke, be quiet. Well not be quiet but stop with the apologies. Why does everybody apologise to me? What is there to apologise for? My pet can be a bit of a whore. A very good whore. A very much loved whore.”*
He was staring right at me, it freaked me out. I had seen this look several times and I knew it was a certain mindset. Oh, that boy has ownership over me big time.
*“Remove that blanket, I wish to examine you.”*
*“Should I excuse myself?”*
*“Not at all, Luke, just watch. I think you have picked up a fair few tricks off me…and it might pay to learn a few new ones as well. After all…did you want to join the triad?”*
*“Yes.”*
I got my answer. He did want the relationship with me. There I was, the retro me, with nothing covering me at all. Stiff nipples and a wet cleft.
*“Spread your legs.”*
*“Yes, Sir.”*
He slipped a finger into me. He decided that was not quite enough and in went the second. I tightened around him.
*“Pet, I felt that. It is good to know this retro you…as you put it…is not out of condition.”*
He pulled his fingers out and it left a silvery trail on the sheets. I looked at Luke. Luke was just spellbound. Stephen raised his wet fingers and held them in front of his face. I heard an inhale.
*“What are you doing, Sir?”*
*“I was trying to detect the slightest whiff of latex. That would have indicated to me that you had had sex. It appears you haven’t. All I can smell…is you.”*
He slipped one finger in his mouth and sucked it clean.
*“You taste just as erotic as always. I do love you Pet. You should try it yourself.”*
The other finger went into my mouth and I licked my flavours.
*“You are right, Sir. Now, do you mind if I get some privacy back, there were things I wish to discuss with young Luke.”*
*“You have permission to do so, Pet. You too, Luke. You did well. She was quite wet.”*
Stephen walked out as if nothing had happened. The door shut.
*“Am I dreaming, or did I just see Stephen in full flight as a master?”*
*“You did. He will be his normal self one minute then there it is. And I obey him. I have to. I am his pet.”*
Luke turned to look at me.
*“I know I have played him in a TV series, for fucks sake, but I swear I have never seen him so intense before. Is that the intensity the girls speak of?”*
*“I guess so, what girls?”*
*“I did speak at length to Minnie, Bailey and even Sally. Bailey was especially vocal about it. She said she found it easy being friends with him but the sex was a bit too much.”*
*“Bailey was never that keen to do the swinging with him because of that. But she always said his mind was elsewhere. For years, Stephen Wilcox was in love with me. We made such declarations of love when I was eighteen. I dated him for three and a half years. We ended up engaged it was broken off and eventually, we ended up on really good terms, only to be thrown
together at random times and that is what kept that fire burning. I spent ten years of my life not being his lover and at times it was really easy. But you know 1980 came around and it started to bleed. Before you know it, there was this flood of old feelings. It made things messy. This status quo of ‘yes we are back there again but things are far more complicated’. It finally came
together. If Sally didn’t want the inevitable to have happened, 1983 was the worst possible year for the swinging to happen.”*
*“Did you love Frank to the same extent?”*
*“I hate saying it but no. He felt comfortable. He was less complicated. But then he afforded me the open relationship, and the open marriage and the polyamory. So what we have now is only possible because of him. My life is very complicated, Luke. Are we having a romance of sorts? Are our feelings misplaced? I hope not. I wish you were a more permanent fixture in my life. I
want to – I am not even sure how to word it – offer you a place in this house of mine. We will be a proper quad. Whilst my triad remains strong, you will be a most welcome addition to our mix. It is more or less master’s orders.”*
*“I would like that. I was thinking about that, actually. I want to rent out my house. I know it is going to be a long commute each day. But the trade-off is this beauty. I don’t mean the house and where it is. I mean you. I know I don’t get you all to myself. I get that. But I want to be able to see my rainbow flower more often. Doing the normal things and I like hanging out with the guys. Bruce’s cooking is better than mine.”*
*“You are aware I will not be yours and yours alone. I have a husband and a lover who had such express desires. Their wish was for me to be this wanton woman. As you well know, Blake had only ever been a twice off thing and no more of that and Jamie is also an option. Jealousy is not welcome in this house. Compersion is. It is not the sort of thing you will talk to the media about. Though I may write about it at a later date.”*
*“Ms Tune, I have done a lot of reading and research into polyamory. I probably overdid it when I first read “Open Seas” because I wanted to see how people that live that lifestyle deal with issues. There was a lot of great advice out there. I thought long and hard about whether to tell you I love you. I have to make sacrifices. I will deal with the scrutiny. I am not doing it for personal gain. I love you, Kitty. I want you to be my girlfriend as silly as that seems!”*
*“I welcome you as my live-in boyfriend as long as you realise what you are in for. This is a very intense environment. Be prepared to be torn apart by everybody. But this is your sanctuary. Bedroom Three is yours. Directly opposite mine. Don’t worry, I cleared such a thing with the boys. If you need assistance with anything, Bruce and Chris will happily help you out. They are
the most loyal people you would ever meet. As long as you can handle a bit of ribbing from Chris. Chris even makes jokes about Stephen. Water off a duck’s back. It is a wonderful environment. So…”*
*“I will move in. In a couple of weeks. I really ought to tell everybody. No one will be surprised. Especially Jonquil. The last time I saw her, I went to the zoo with her, Lily and Jock. And us adults got talking. They know everything. Jonquil encouraged it more than anyone else and we had a giggle about it because she is going to have to act out making love to her mother’s
boyfriend.”*
*“That almost sounds wrong. It is wrong. Never mind. Shower with me. We shall get prettied up and go downstairs. As long as you make love to me when you move in…and I am going to have to let Jamie know, should the gossip whispers begin. I am sure they have already.”*
I could not believe it. I had just ushered in a new period in my life. Talk of quads was common but we never imagined it would be possible and certainly not with a much younger man who was many shades of the Master.
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