Date: Tue, 2 Sep 2003 13:20:40 +0100 (BST)
From: matriarch <matriarch49@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: home-cumming/The Recipe
The Recipe
By Matriarch
It was a Saturday, the first of our two wonderful
leisurely days, without the pressure of work,
timetables, traffic jams, telephone calls. We had
got up late, after making that wonderful soft
love that only seems possible when waking, when
the body and the senses are lulled and relaxed,
the senses heightened to experience the slightest
touch.
After breakfast, we had gone shopping. For some
inexplicable reason, you decided you needed some
new lingerie, I say inexplicable, because I know
how much you already have, and how much space it
takes up in our bedroom. But, as always, I gave
in, simply to enjoy the pleasure of being seen in
public with you on my arm, enjoying the puzzled
looks on the faces of other shoppers when they
see us together, trying to work out the
relationship. Mother and daughter? Aunt and
niece....... or, on those occasions when you are
in a teasing mood and not so secretly caress me
in public, a quiet stroke here, and more
noticeable one there, maybe one or two of them
have an inkling of the exact nature of our
relationship.
1. Ensure all items to be used in the recipe are
cleaned and warmed thoroughly.
Shopping always make you happy and excitable,
especially this sort of shopping. We had returned
home for a light lunch, with you in playful mood.
You were now taking a long soak in the bath, I
could hear you singing quietly to yourself
upstairs, and I smiled happily at the rightness
of the sound, the rightness of you in my life.
You said you were going to show me what you had
bought. I knew what you had bought of course, but
you were going to model them for me. I was
smiling softly to myself in anticipation.
2. Any new items to be used, should be thoroughly
checked, examined, tested and washed before use.
I had the kitchen door open to the garden,
letting in the sounds of a summer afternoon,
birds twittering, children laughing from nearby
gardens, the gentle hypnotic trickling sounds of
the waterfall on the pond from which the sun was
reflecting, and all the early summer flowers
which had exploded all over the garden. The
effect was gentle, pleasing, almost soporific.
3. The best results will always be obtained by
working in light, airy, comfortable surroundings.
I was mixing dough for us, for a pizza for
supper, a messy job initially; I could hear you
coming down the stairs from your bath. I was
trying to avoid looking to the doorway, I wanted
to extend the anticipation of seeing what you
would be wearing. I knew it would be
.....tantalising.
I heard your voice call me, deep, soft and so
alluring. "Maaaaaggie....." (I love the way you
drawl my name, making it into something exotic).
I turned to you, my eyes nearly popped out of my
head. You did not disappoint me, but then, you
never do.
You were standing in the doorway to the kitchen,
one arm stretched up the frame, your head lying
sideways, seductively along it, your long legs
slightly apart. You were dressed in a black
Victorian corset (gulp), black stockings, black v
v v high heels. Your long red hair shone and
gleamed, your green eyes were on fire.
4. Thorough preparation is essential to avoid any
unexpected surprises during execution of the
recipe.
"Maaggie...." you repeated, as I stood there, my
mouth open, "I feel horny."
Oh my word!!!
Taking a deep breath, and swallowing hard, I
lifted my hands to you, now covered in sticky
dough. "Sorry love, I'm sort of occupied right
now."
I knew, just knew it was a bad move.
Your eyes lit up even more at my predicament. I
was defenceless.
Seeing the extra light in your eyes, I frowned at
you, "No games love, I am cooking supper. Just
behave." It was a waste of time, I knew that, but
I had to say it.
With a grin slowly spreading over your face, you
slid across the floor towards me, and I mean
slid. God, what a movement.
5. Concentration is essential to avoid missing
out crucial parts of the recipe.
I decided it would be easier to ignore you (as
if), so I turned back to the bowl and continued
kneading and mixing the dough, trying not to
notice that you were now standing next to me, now
behind me. I could feel your breath on my neck. I
could smell your perfume, the scents of you fresh
from your bathing. My heart was pounding, almost
out of my chest. My pussy was tingling, and I
could feel myself getting wet.
6. Ensure that dry ingredients and wet are kept
separate until the correct time to mix.
I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard your
voice next to my ear. "Don't you want me love?.
Don't you like my outfit? Wouldn't you like to
fuck me? Fuck me please Maggie."
Then I felt your mouth on my ear, your tongue
snaking out and tickling it, making me shudder,
right down to my toes. That tongue and those soft
lips made their way down the side of my neck, to
the little piece of my shoulder revealed by the
slash neck t-shirt I was wearing. You stopped
there briefly and kissed, sucked and nibbled,
until you had made me moan.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm. so you are interested. Good."
Then your hands came round me, cupping my breasts
through my t-shirt, kneading them, as I was
kneading (or trying) to knead the dough. This was
going to be the crappiest dough I'd ever made.
You squeezed my breasts gently, then moved your
finger and thumb to my nipples - I was squirming
now, trying to get away from those hands, but you
were close behind me, pinning me against the work
top.
7. Once the ingredients have been measured and
blended, kneading should be gentle but firm, to
ensure a regular distribution of heat throughout
the mixture.
I felt a slight breeze against my face and
realised to my horror, that the door was still
wide open, any of my neighbours could see in!!!
"Claire, close the door, please."
"Oh no love" you whispered against the back of my
neck under my hair, "I'm much too busy."
8. Do not allow yourself to be distracted during
mixing and kneading, or this could have
disastrous results.
I was trembling now, badly, as I felt your
wonderful softness pressing against me. I wanted
you so much, but was trying to prove just for
once, that I could resist you. Hah!!!! "I'm not
playing love, I ...I....I'm making dinner." I
stuttered, trying to be stern.
Your low chuckle sent shivers down my spine,
"Carry on love; you cook, I'll play." and you
moved to stand at the side of me, your back to
the door. God, the neighbours would have a real
eyeful if they looked now, the back view of you
in that outfit. For a moment the thought of that,
distracted me, and at that moment, I felt your
hand on my pussy, through my pants, your middle
finger sliding up and down my slit along the seam
of my pants.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh ." was all I could manage.
9. Allow the mix sufficient time to rise, and
increase in temperature. This will ensure perfect
results.
"Oh, so you do want to play. I'm so glad." and
your mouth moved round to capture mine, soft and
warm, your tongue making its way into my mouth,
teasing me. I knew I had lost this battle, but
for some perverse reason I decided to try and
fight on. I seemed unable to tear my mouth away
from yours, or my body away from your other hand
which was now cupping my ass and stroking up and
down the crack, moving as far underneath, between
my legs, as you could from that angle.
You lifted your mouth slightly from mine, barely
leaving my lips, and as your eyes searched my
face, whispered, "Do you really want me to stop
love, I will if you really, really aren't
enjoying this." and lightly touched your lips to
mine.
You had me, and you knew it. I have not yet been
able to say no.
I swallowed hard, licked my lips and in a very
croaky voice answered, "No love, I don't want you
to stop."
10. Once you have started this recipe, it is
essential to continue without a break, or the
outcome will be disappointing.
The sound of your deep throaty chuckle, made my
knees turn to jelly. I just clung on to the
worktop, the way the dough was still clinging to
my hands, a very effective binding, my mind awash
with images, my body with sensation. I had no
idea what you were going to do, and quite frankly
at that point I didn't care. I just wanted you.
Badly.
"What do you want Maggie, tell me what you want?"
you teased me, in between soft, lingering kisses.
"I.................... I...................."
"Tell me love, I wont do anything until you tell
me."
11. Be decisive when kneading is complete. Be
sure of exactly what you intend to do with the
mix, and continue accordingly.
I knew what you were waiting to hear so I took a
deep breath, and whispered against your lips,
"Fuck me Claire. Please."
You lifted your mouth from mine and looked at me,
with such love in your eyes, it was blinding.
"Any time love; any time, anywhere."
I took a deep breath, and let myself go. Before I
had even finished breathing in, I felt your hands
on the waist of my draw string pants, untying the
string, then your hands sliding inside the waist,
one at the back, one at the front, easing them
down over my hips and thighs to fall softly on
the floor at my feet.
12. Once rising is complete, uncover the mix, and
begin to shape, ensuring that your hands are
clean and warm.
Then your hands moved to my panties, and as you
felt the wet patch at the front, murmured against
my lips, "mmmmmmmmmm, love, wonderful, just for
me."
My legs were barely holding me up by now, I was
gripping the work top as if my life depended on
it, but you moved me slightly away, to give you
more room, and as you did, you bent your head and
licked my panties along the wetness. A strange
cry was heard, I think it was me trying not to
scream. It turned into a sort of moan. You
chuckled, and the vibrations of that chuckle
rippled deep into my pussy, and then I did moan.
"Oh god, Claire, please, fuck me!"
Your hands eased the panties off my hips and down
to join my pants, you knelt, and with your hands
on my hips, pulled me to you.
I barely had a moment before your tongue was on
me, in me, licking, stroking, probing, and your
own moans of delight sending extra trembles into
me.
I felt one hand leave my hip, you knew I wasn't
going anywhere, I had no intention of moving away
from that wonderful tongue and mouth. I felt a
long finger slowly and tantalisingly slip into
me, easily, I was so wet. More moans from us
both, yours in delight at my readiness and want
of you. Back and forth moved the finger, and was
then joined by another.
13. Use both hands to manipulate the dough, and
firmly but gently form into the shape you desire.
The other hand left my hip and joined the first.
Another finger slid into the warm wetness to
gather my growing cream. Oh god, that was heaven,
as you used the two fingers, sliding them in and
out alternately with the one from the other hand,
it sent shudders down to my toes and up to m y
head.
You withdrew the third finger and I knew, just
knew where it was going, and my trembling
increased in anticipation.
"Claire, pleeease, FUCK ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
I was almost at the edge, and very gently you
teased my rosebud with my own wetness, gently
probing. You moved your mouth away from my pussy
and looked up at me. "Relax love, just relax."
Briefly I managed to look down, and what I saw in
your face just melted me on the spot. My legs all
but gave way, I started shaking from head to toe,
and as your mouth returned to my pussy, this time
to my clit, I felt the other finger gently enter
my ass.
14. Place the mixture into the chosen
receptacles, and press firmly to ensure a good
fit.
All three sensations hit me like a sledgehammer,
my body went rigid, pushing my pussy against your
face, and as my movements seesawed back and
forth, your fingers slid in and out of both
channels alternately. Your lips took my clit and
sucked, and that was it. I was there. I screamed,
there is no other word for it. I screamed as the
sensations rocketed through me. My body shook
with the pleasure that was rippling through me.
My knees went weak, but your fingers, thrust and
held deeply in my two openings, were holding me
up.
Slowly I returned to this earth, this reality, my
breath heaving, my body shaking, but all I could
feel was the exquisite pleasure of your fingers
deeply in me, still slowly and gently moving back
and forth inside me, and your lips gently
nuzzling my clit.
15. Allow to cook at the required temperature,
for the designated time. This will ensure perfect
results every time, which, when turned out,
should be hot and moist to the touch, and very
sweet and fresh to the taste.
Taking a breath, I gasped, "Enough love, stop, or
I'll just collapse here." The sound of your low
moan sent more ripples deeply into me, adding to
my after shudders, but slowly you removed your
fingers, and I smiled as I heard the sounds of
you licking my essence from them. Then I felt
your tongue. I managed to open my eyes and looked
down, to see a sight that almost made me cum
again as you gently licked the cream I had made,
just for you, until I was clean, with your soft
hands holding my bum cheeks, and keeping me
against your face, unable to move until you had
finished. Then, with a soft sigh, and a gentle
kiss on my mound, you reached for my panties and
pants, and pulled them back up my legs, re-tied
the pants, stood up, holding me close to you and
kissed me long, and soft, moaning into my mouth
in response to mine.
16. Do not overcook, as this can spoil all your
efforts.
All this time, I had said nothing, not one word,
I couldn't, I was speechless with love. When you
moved your head slightly away from mine, you
looked closely and saw my confusion, making you
smile at me.
"You seem distracted love, was it something I
said?"
With your smile getting even wider you added, "I
enjoyed my starter, I can hardly wait for the
main course.", and with a quick kiss on the tip
of my nose, you released me and happily walked
away, humming to yourself, but still couldn't
resist looking back at me over your shoulder,
your green eyes glinting wickedly, wide grin on
your face, as you noisily sucked your
fingers.......
17. Allow to stand, cooling slightly before
enjoying the fruits of your labours.
HAPPY COOKING.