Forbidden Fruit

When I'd first met Shari she was a recently divorced single mom. Her marriage hit the rocks when her ex-husband encountered the perfect storm of alcohol, drugs, and gambling.

Their divorce was rocky and just as difficult as the reasons for it. At one point her ex beat the hell out of her and she ended up in the hospital and he ended up doing ten years in prison.

I ran into her at the grocery store one day, or should I say that I actually met her daughter Samantha first. Sam, as I came to know her, asked me to reach for something on an upper shelf and as I turned to hand it to her I met Shari.

Both Shari and Sam had a vulnerability to them that endeared them to me almost immediately. We chatted in the aisle of the grocery store and later that night we met for dinner at a local pizza parlor. We had a lot in common with a mutual love of the outdoors and the mountains. Both Shari and Sam were avid hikers and so was I. Mother and daughter shared a lot in their appearances but where Shari was a sandy blonde Sam sported raven black hair.

A few months later the three of us were returning from a camping trip when we stopped in Winnemucca for lunch and Sam noticed a wedding chapel across the street.

"Wouldn't it be cool if you two went over there and got married today?" she said.

Shari and I looked at each other and an hour later we were married. Just that fast.

There followed some great years as Shari healed from her lingering trauma. Sam struggled in her studies but we all worked together and got her past high school and that fall we got Sam into a local junior college.

Then one fall day Shari had a pain. It wasn't much, just a new pain in a new place and while she initially played it down I could tell she was concerned. I took the initiative and got a doctor's appointment scheduled. What we heard wasn't good news.

Shari's condition declined and it was Sam who stepped up to help. I couldn't afford to quit work to care for Shari and our insurance didn't cover home care. Sam had been struggling in college the same as she had in high school so in some way I think quitting college to care for Shari was an easy choice for Sam.

It was a difficult winter season and Shari had a bitch of a time with the cold. Chemo had left her extremely sensitive to cold. In response I put in for a transfer with my job and they were great about facilitating a move to southern California.

In January we left the snow of Montana behind and embraced the warmth of the Mojave Desert. We found a place not far from Palm Springs but not so close that it came at a crazy price. It was a decent home on five acres of scrub land and it came with a pool and easy access to a trail into Joshua Tree National Park. The park was literally our back yard.

Shari was out at the pool almost constantly and the warm desert air improved her spirit even if her health wasn't improving. When she wasn't out by the pool she was sleeping in a hospital bed the hospice team had brought in for her. We'd set it up in the glass-walled living room so she'd have the best view in the house.

My unexpected surprise after we moved in was my first sight of Sam in a bikini. She was quite impressive with her long black hair and black bikini. She had her mother's well-proportioned physique and to be honest I didn't mind the view.

One day Sam left to do the shopping and when she came back her long black hair was gone and in its place was a cute 'do that made her look just like Audrey Hepburn in the movie 'Roman Holiday'. Her long braid having been donated to a cancer charity.

I deeply approved of what Sam had done and so did Shari. A few days later when I was in town I picked up a classic wide brim sun hat for Sam to wear by the pool and I started calling her 'Hollywood' when I'd see her lounging by the pool.

By May the 'warm' weather was turning hot. Very typical of the Mojave Desert.

It was also a hot day in May when Shari didn't wake up for breakfast.

A few of our new neighbors attended the funeral and some of my family flew out as well. Shari's siblings didn't bother and none of Sam's old friends could make it either. But we had each other.

That night when everything was done I noticed that Sam was sleeping on my bed. The black funeral dress and the black shoes were still on her. I removed the shoes for her and then got on the bed and cuddled up to her. She moved her arm over mine and held my hand. Through the night I woke up a few times to hearing her sob.

The next morning I woke up alone and finally got out of the suit and tie I'd worn all night.

I got on my shorts and a Henley and headed out to the kitchen for breakfast. Sam was in the pool doing laps and I left her to it.

I'd used my three days of bereavement leave for the funeral so it was back to work for me that day. It was just as well because it got my mind off of things. I spoke to Sam when I left and she went back to her laps.

That night when we went to bed I guess I expected Sam to sleep in her own room but instead she slept with me. In some way I didn't mind because I'd bought the big bed with two people in mind even though Shari never slept in it. There was plenty of room.

In the morning I woke up happily spooned with Sam. Sometime during the night we'd cuddled up and it was nice.

And for a couple weeks that's what we did and we never spoke of it. Sam would simply come to my room to sleep every night and I accepted it as our new normal. During the day we did our thing and while there was some of the usual family affection going on there was nothing more. The spooning didn't happen every night but when it did happen we both liked it. It was reassuring to not be alone.

One morning I awakened cuddled up to Sam and became aware of my very hard cock happily pressed between her butt cheeks. Shorts and pajamas between us, of course. My one hand was gently holding her belly. I gave a tentative push at her and then fully awakened. Ashamed of myself I got up and got the coffee going before stripping off my clothes and slipping into the swimming pool to cool off.

I was worried she'd be upset when she got up but she never mentioned it.

It was around this time that I noticed Sam had been taking care of everything around the house. The laundry was always done, the yard near the house was always clean, and she even washed the windows when they needed it, which was no small chore. The kitchen was likewise immaculate.

That night at dinner we chatted about it and she simply said she wasn't going back to college until the fall so she needed to do something to keep herself busy and this was what she wanted to do.

In late June I woke up one morning before dawn and it took me a moment to assess the situation.

During the night my cock had slipped out of my boxers and was now pleasantly nested between Sam's impossibly soft thighs. My hand was under her top and my thumb was just barely brushing the bottom of her right tit. I stopped myself when I realized I was gently rutting at her. A big part of me wanted to fuck her. Another part of me wanted to get out of this situation as quietly as I could.

With as much patience as I could muster I slowly withdrew my cock from between her silky thighs. Her ass pushed back at me and I sighed. I wondered for a moment if Sam wanted more but then I told myself I was imagining things. I pulled away from her and quietly left the room.

Less than two minutes later I was in the pool cooling off and in so many ways.

July and August in the Mojave Desert are the peak heat months and we discovered that in abundance!

100°F is common in the desert during the summer. In fact it's not unusual to happen every single day.

What is uncommon was seven days in a row of 115°F to 120°F!

It's when it gets really hot that you discover why most homes in the desert are one-story concrete slab-floor homes. They're easier to keep cool especially when it's insanely hot out. The natural coolness of the ground comes through the slab floor and it helps to keep your home tolerable during the heat.

Sam and I had no problem avoiding each other during that extreme hot weather. Even with the air conditioning chugging away all day the house was still hot and it was even hotter outside. Sam kept to her side of the bed and I kept to mine.

It was that last day of the heat wave when it hit 120°F that did it. The power went out that afternoon due to so many people running their A/C in an effort to keep cool.

The house had a back-up generator but its job was to keep the refrigerator running so our food didn't spoil. It wasn't near enough to power the A/C.

The house got hot but thanks to the slab it was still about twenty degrees cooler than the outside. Which meant that at midnight it was about 95F inside as opposed to the slowly cooling 115F of the outside.

Naturally, Sam and I had spent much of the evening in and out of the swimming pool to keep cool. Around 11pm I rigged up a fan in the bedroom to make the most of the situation and a bit after midnight Sam and I finally called it a night and went to bed. It was so damned hot I didn't bother with wearing anything.

Sometime during the night the power came on again and the A/C did too. But instead of coming on at an energy saving 78F it came on at its default setting of 65F.

Between the fan and the A/C the bedroom got chilly.

During the night I recall waking up cold and I pulled up the blanket. Sam was on her side of the bed and I covered her too.

The next time I woke up I discovered that Sam had gotten closer to me during the night.

I was behind her as usual but this time there was very little between us. She had gone to bed topless and I knew this because my hand was pleasantly occupied kneading her bare tit. Her nipple was at attention and I checked the other one and found it likewise.

My cock was lodged between her thighs and it felt amazing. I gave her a tentative thrust and felt her ass poke back at me in response.

I kissed the back of her neck and she mumbled something in approval.

Her ass subtly pushed back at me and I answered with a few gentle thrusts of my cock between her thighs.

My hand moved down from her tit to where I palmed her belly and held her tight.

"This is nice." I heard her whisper.

For a while I contented myself with holding her close and feeling her body up against my own. Every now and again I had to move my cock back and forth and she'd move a bit in response.

My hand went to her hip and the knotted tie told me she'd worn her bikini bottom to bed instead of panties. I pulled at the knot until it came free and her hip was bare. Reaching around to her other hip I pulled at that knot and then tugged the tiny bit of fabric away from her. I heard her catch her breath as my cock now moved up against her bare pussy.

"This is such a bad idea." she said out loud.

"It is." I replied as I stroked at her body.

Her hand moved to my arm and caressed it as we moved together. Her fingernails lightly grazed my skin and I quite enjoyed the sensation.

We simply did this for a while and it was wonderful.

As we kept at it she was getting more aroused and I could tell. She gave off a lot of the same signals her mother did.

My cock was now slipping back and forth in the moist glory of her thighs and I could feel my need intensifying. I wanted more so I changed my position just a little.

We both froze as my cock poked into her tight opening.

Neither of us said anything. We just lay there together for a short while that felt like an eternity.

I could feel her heart beat.

"We should stop." she said.

"We probably should." I answered.

She started to move as if to get up and I held her tight and pushed.

I felt her tense as I slipped into her a bit. I pulled back a little.

"We really shouldn't be doing this." she said as I pushed back into her.

I was halfway into her and I paused. "Do you want me to stop?"

She was silent for a moment. Her hand rubbed my arm. Her hips moved and teased me.

"No." she finally replied.

It was a couple more strokes and I was deep inside of her.

She sighed and moaned as we fucked and she'd give out a little cry when I'd go deep.

After a long while of leading up to this moment I was seriously ready to cum. I couldn't help it when I started fucking her faster and then it was my turn to moan as the demand in my loins transitioned into release.

I held her tight and let several pulses of cum shoot into her. I heard her making noises as I plunged into her and held it there as I went off.

She moaned and made more noises in the aftermath of our mating. I'd push my softening cock into her and she'd make a sound. I loved it.

After a short time my soft cock fell out of her and we just stayed spooned with each other. Despite the cool air she was sweating and so was I.

In time she went to get up and I let her go. She padded off to the bathroom and after maybe twenty minutes she returned.

When she got into the bed she lay on her back and I moved to get close to her.

"That was wonderful!" I said to her.

"It was." she said with a tone that betrayed her regrets.

I probably should have stopped to talk about things with her but in the dim light of the dawn I saw her beautiful face and body and my mind went elsewhere.

I leaned in to kiss her and she kissed me back. I smiled and she smiled too. Her hand moved to touch my face and she drew me in for another kiss.

It wasn't long before I was hard again and moving onto her.

"Oh." she whispered as I speared myself into her body again.

I lasted a lot longer this time and was rewarded with feeling her cum. Her body trembled and tensed and then she moaned. My own cum wasn't far behind and we looked in each other's eyes as I filled her with my seed.

We kissed some more as the sun rose and then we mutually decided it was time to start our day. She got up and scurried off to her bathroom and I made my way to mine.

At breakfast we didn't discuss what had happened and instead we just went on as if it were any other day.

I departed for work and as usual I went to give her a hug before I left.

"Would it be okay to kiss you?" I asked her.

"Yeah." she replied and I gave her a very polite kiss on the lips.

All day long I thought of her. I thought of her body and I also wondered what she was feeling about everything.

When I got home that night the heatwave had broken but it was still in the 90's so after a light dinner we were both out to the pool.

It was clear that things were different but for whatever reason we still avoided discussing what had transpired between us.

When it was time for me to get ready for bed I went to my bathroom and noticed that Sam's personal toiletries had been moved from her bathroom to mine. Which I observed was now 'our' bathroom.

Soon enough Sam came along to get herself ready for bed. I hung out by the closed bathroom door and made small talk with her as she brushed her teeth.

When she came out she was naked and she went and laid down on the bed as usual. I didn't need any further prompting and simply dropped my shorts and joined her.

I scooted close to her and pulled her on to her back. In the dim light I kissed her and she made a forced smile and kissed me back. Thinking back I should have asked her what was on her mind but I was a thirty-six year old guy with a naked nineteen year old woman in my arms. Thinking wasn't any thing on my mind at that moment.

We kissed and touched and explored each other.

I hazarded a finger between her pussy lips and felt her tense in response. I played with her down there and felt her respond. Shifting my priorities I went after her pleasure and it wasn't too long before she was moaning and trembling with her release. The ample wetness in her crotch told me she wasn't faking it.

I moved onto her as she was recovering from her ecstasy and she drew in a sharp breath as I started to slip into her.

"Slowly!" she whispered.

I tried to be slow but couldn't manage it.

"Ooooh, it's so sensitive, please...!" she begged.

I'd been thinking about her all day. I'd imagined her trim legs and her pert tits. Her cute hair and her pretty eyes. Her taut belly and her cute little ass. And now I needed to fuck her.

"Oh no, please no..." she begged as I started fucking her.

"Oh fuuuuuuuuck!" she whined as her second orgasm of the evening suddenly swept over her.

I gave her a strong and steady fucking and managed to prolong her pleasure. Her pussy grabbed at my cock and it felt amazing!

"It's too much...too much!" she cried as I started to cum.

I felt myself get a little lightheaded as my balls unloaded into her body. It was simply amazing.

She was still trembling in the aftermath of her joy when I finally regained my senses.

My cock was still inside her and I couldn't help but thrust into her every few moments and try to spurt more of my seed into her.

Eventually I settled down but I kept my cock inside of her while it softened.

"How are you doing?" I asked her as I kissed the tip of her nose.

"I don't know." she responded, "I guess this is all so much for me."

"I didn't expect this either." I admitted.

"Do you love me?" she asked.

"Of course I do. Always." I replied and gave her a little thrust to underline it.

"Do you love me, too?" I asked her.

She nodded her head, "Yeah."

"Can I ask a question?"

"Sure." she replied.

"When did you know you wanted to do this with me?"

"Honestly?" she inquired.

"Of course."

"I really just wanted to be close to you and then this happened and it's too late to go back to the way it was."

I looked in her eye. "I asked you if you wanted me to stop, didn't I?"

She looked away for a moment. "Yeah, you did. I guess when we got to the place where you asked I figured we had already gone too far."

"I'm sorry about that. Really."

"Don't be." she said, "I know you felt bad after mom died and so did I. It was my choice to sleep in here and I knew there was a chance things would get serious. I just wanted to be close to you is all. And I guess I just thought I'd get married and have the whole wedding thing before I gave it up to my husband."

"You were a virgin?" I was surprised.

"Of course, I've never had a boyfriend and you know it."

"Wow. I want you to know how much I appreciate that."

She smiled at me, "Thank you."

I kissed her on the tip of her nose and she giggled.

"This is kind of crazy if you think about it."

"What's crazy?" I asked.

"We're having a serious conversation and your thing is inside me." she said.

"So it is!" I replied. I felt myself firming up and she felt it too.

I started moving inside her again and soon enough we were busy making love. There was no amazing orgasm for her this time but I know I certainly enjoyed myself when I started cumming in her again.

In the morning I woke up horny but decided to take it easy for Sam's sake. The two of us got up and she got dressed for the day and I got dressed for work. Breakfast was made. Small talk took place. I gave her a polite kiss as I left for work.

It occurred to me that Sam and I were using 'Vegas Rules' when it came to the bedroom talk. Meaning that we were only discussing bedroom topics in the bedroom. Outside of the bedroom both of us had an unspoken agreement to pretend that most everything was as it had always been.

When I got home that night Sam had a light dinner ready for me. The dust on her clothes told me she'd been busy in the yard that day. Her project of the day had been to very carefully transplant a cholla cactus away from the pool area to the back of the property. She'd managed to do so without a trip to the hospital and I will admit to being impressed.

We discussed some other ideas for the house and the yard. In particular we needed a garage for the cars. The carport was quaint but the cars needed a lot more defense from the desert sun and wind than a mere carport could offer.