She shakes her head. “No. But he’s coming back soon.”
I stroke her face and she closes her eyes. Fuck! It’s been a while since she’s been touched, I bet if I put a finger between her legs, her pussy’s starting to get wet.
“Mom’s not coming home until tomorrow morning, and you’re home alone. There’s nothing to stop you staying over. You could stay and watch me until my mom comes back home.”
She opens her eyes, and I realize that I said the wrong thing. Fuck! I’ve never seduced an older woman before, and I knew at that precise moment I was saying the wrong thing as she completely backed away from me.
She catches my hand and says, “Jason. You’re a sweet boy. But I need to go. Just tell Carla that I came to say hi.”
She doesn’t give me a chance to say anything else as she puts the bottle down and heads back out of the kitchen. I look down at my throbbing hard cock. I need to play things out better next time. I know that there will be one. Until, then I need to get in the shower, get rid of any trace of Bethany and erase any thoughts of Jennifer out of my head.
Jennifer
I rush home, unable to keep my heart from racing and my breathing quickening. My panties are soaking wet and I can’t get into my house fast enough. I close my door and slam my back against it. I tear off my clothes and start touching myself like a starved woman. I crave every moment of what Jason has to offer, even if I only enjoy it in my mind and with my hands inside my home. I can’t believe I just rushed home to masturbate to think about a college boy that’s friends with my son that’s his age!
I can’t keep my hands off myself, squeezing my tits and moaning, thinking about him fucking me. It’s so wrong, he’s my son’s best friend. But I want him, I want him so fucking badly and I can’t resist touching myself thinking about it.
I thought I might be worn out from last night, but I’m not. I’m aching to touch myself. I think about how I wish Jason knew how wet I am right now, and the wickedness of the thought sends and erotic thrill through me.
My hands stop touching the rest of my body because I need to focus on my pussy.
I press my finger against my G-spot and hold it there, feeling that sweet electricity pooling in my muscles to sate the ache inside me that Jason created. My other hand is busy with my clit, and a tidal wave of ecstasy already looms large on the horizon of my mind. It’s coming for me, and it’s going to pull me down into the depths of pleasure. I didn’t know that I could come so intensely after how I kept myself up last night.
I press my legs together as that wave crashes against me, pleasure hitting me so fiercely that I throw my head back so fast against the door that I almost fall backward.
Hissing through my gritted teeth, it feels as if I’ve just stepped on a live electric wire. My muscles are twitching hard, and I can even feel my eyes rolling in their orbits.
I’m breathing so hard it’s almost a miracle I haven’t passed out, but I’m still conscious—at least for the time being.
I have never come so hard in my life. My legs are shaking and I’m shivering. I’m not cold. My whole body feels like it is on fire. I just have never felt such a rush of cum shoot from my body, or so intensely. I mean, I’ve flirted with boys, before I married Tom. I mean Jason is a man now…but I can’t believe what just happened.
I also can’t believe that I barely feel satisfied even though I just had the most incredible orgasm of my life. I want more.
I want so much more.
The worst part is that I know…I want Jason more than anything. How can I be so attracted to him?
If I’m being honest, I know it is because part of me is exhilarated by being noticed. Jason finds me attractive. He told me. He hit on me. I know he wanted me, like wanted to fuck me.
Even though he’d just been fucking that young girl, he wanted me. Jason noticed that I needed company.
Fuck, this is all so screwed up but I can’t seem to feel truly guilty. I really want what I want…and what’s so wrong with me being satisfied?
Of course I’m greedy and horny right now. I’d never want to hurt my son, Daniel. Fucking his best friends would probably hurt him very much. Carla has always been friendly toward me. I can’t think about fucking her son.
It is all so wrong. I want to stop thinking it all.
So why do I run my fingers down my sticky thighs, scoop up the cum, and lick it off my fingers with nothing but a smile?
I can’t believe how wicked I feel right now, and how much I like it.
I should stop, but I can’t make myself.
Jennifer
“Hey, Jenny,” Carla says as she comes through the back door.
I’m outside in the pool, trying to stop myself from being indoors. If I’m inside then I’ll keep masturbating, and I need to stop constantly touching myself thinking about my son’s best friend. I’m trying to relax, and I was wondering if Jason had passed on my message about coming to see her two days ago.