I’m completely lost because I don’t know what she’s talking about.
“What do you mean by swapping ages?”
She wraps her arms around my neck.
“I’m the mom, supposed to be worrying about cleaning up. Not you.”
She sighs. “When are you going to college? You’re going to be leaving, and then I’ll have nothing but cleaning to do. That’s all I’ve done my whole life.”
“Jennifer, have you been drinking?”
She shakes her head. “Are you listening to me?” She jumps up into my arms. “Take me upstairs because I want to enjoy every moment of you until you go back to college.”
“In two weeks I’ll be gone, but that doesn’t mean that we need to end it, does it?”
That’s all that’s been playing on my mind; I can’t say goodbye to her. I don’t want to.
She smiles. “I don’t want to end it. I want there to be more than one summer. I want so many, but let’s face it. We have your mom, my son. There’s no way that they’ll accept us.”
I hold her in my arms and stride up to her room. The place that I’ll spend the night with her in my arms.
“I don’t care because I love you, Jennifer, and I’m not letting you go.”
I grip her tighter.
She kisses me gently on the lips, and I stop before climbing up the stairs.
“Good, because I love you too, Jason. We can take it one step at a time.”
I chuckle as I take her up the stairs. “That’s exactly what I intend to do. One step at a time.”
I know that once we get upstairs, I have no intention of just holding her. I have every intention of making love to her, all night long.
Jennifer
Jason loves me. I love him. The only thing more perfect than that is how we’re losing each other in this kiss. I whimper when his lips are away from mine for a second. It damages my soul to not have him pressed against me. I back him against the wall, press my lips to his, stroke my hands up and down his body. Cup his face. Bring my hands back down and place them over his cock.
Jason’s hands never leave my hair, tangled up in holding me tight to him. There’s an aching urgency between us that seems to be an invisible thread holding us together. One we can't allow to break.
Placing his hands on my shoulders, he pulls the straps of my black dress down, and the fabric droops over my breasts. I feel my nipples hardening against the cups of my bra, aching for release; reading my mind, Jason allows his fingers to slide to my back and, with a simple flick, he unclasps my bra.
I tremble slightly as he yanks it off of my body, the cool air of the room lapping at my hard nipples; then I just sway my hips from side to side, forcing my dress to float down my body and fall around my ankles. I step out of it slowly, my eyes never leaving Jason’s, and then I reach for him with a purr.
My fingers work fast, tearing off his shirt. I flatten the open palm of my hands against the hard outline of his pectorals, my fingers trailing down to feel the grooves between his rock hard abs, and I feel my pussy turning into a wet mess. My thong is sticking to my skin uncomfortably, and I ache to be completely naked and at his mercy.
He feels the same.
Pushing me back against the wall, he hooks his fingers on the string of thong that laces my outer thigh and yanks; there’s a ripping sound and then the thong just slides off my body, my insides clenching as it happens.
“Fucking beautiful,” he growls, his eyes roaming over my naked body. I grin at him and, biting on my lower lip, I reach for his belt and unbuckle it. I feel his cock straining against his pants, and I can’t wait to set it free. I pull his zipper down with trembling fingers, his cock tenting up his boxer briefs, and then I just move as fast as I can; I hook my fingers on his boxers and tug, sending his pants and underwear down to his ankles.
His cock springs free at once, pulsing with the kind of raw intensity Jason always has, and there are a few drops of pre-cum glistening on its tip.
“You’re mine,” he whispers as he kicks off his shoes and then steps out of his pants and boxers. Moving so fast he becomes a blur, he presses his naked body against mine and kisses me.
His mouth on mine is more home than anything I've ever known. The taste of his breath, the hum of his moans into my mouth. Him still cradling my head as I'm climbing him against this wall, climbing him like I'm a spider with eight legs instead of just my two hands, my two legs...there's an urgency that we have every time we touch, and if I'm being honest I don't think that urgency is ever going to die.
The hands gripping my hair trail down my spine and grasp my ass with both hands, lifting me up so that my pussy is lined up with his cock. Jason is harder than perhaps I've ever felt him. That's really saying something with the massive cock he has! I'm grinding my pussy against it, running it up and down my folds, and I'm getting just damned hungry for it. That's the only way to describe it. We're in love and I'm in love with that massive cock. I know exactly what it is going to feel like when I glide down on its full length.