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- Mar 21, 2024
Chapter Three...
The longer I looked at my stepson over the lip of my wine glass, the surer I became. Grinning evilly, I set down my wine glass. Composing my face into a look of concern, I went to the table and sat across from Jason. He looked at me, uncertain, possibly scared at what I might say.
"Jason," I began, keeping my voice steady and sincere. "I want you to know that I'm not ashamed of what happened. Your Dad and I, well... You know everything. Hell, you even figured out that he married me to improve his chance to be promoted at work. Something I never figured out..."
I stopped and reached across the table to grip his hand.
"You've read the pre-nup. So you know that if you tell anyone, even your best friend... You know how gossip gets around. Your friend will tell his friend, and he'll tell someone else; on and on... Pretty soon a parent hears and I lose everything. Your dad will divorce me. I'll be gone without a penny."
I didn't go on. Jason knew I was right.
"It's my fault what happened... I was just so damned frustrated for attention! Your dad doesn't..." I stopped myself. I wouldn't criticize Jason's dad in front of him. Though I'd sucked my husband's son's cock and could remember the taste of Jason's cum, there were still some lines I wouldn't cross.
"You know what it's like to be horny. Well, girls get horny, too and when you kissed me... I knew what I was doing was wrong, but I just couldn't seem to stop myself. But if you can't keep a secret..."
"I can," Jason interrupted decisively. "I don't want you to leave."
I made my decision. I couldn't go three more years like a nun in a nunnery. No matter how luxurious the nunnery was. I couldn't go out to find a lover without risking discovery. I had to trust that Jason could keep a secret. I needed to be sure he would.
"Then follow me," I commanded, rising to walk into the living room. I stopped in front of a chair where we could see our driveway. It was dark outside. With only the light from the streetlights streaming through gauzy curtains to illuminate the room, no one could see me drop to my knees. No one could see me as I pushed him to sit in the chair where we'd see the headlights of my husband's car if it turned into our driveway.
Jason was too shocked to do more than gasp as I went to my knees in front of the chair. He did lift his ass up from the cushion so I could more easily pull his shorts down. Once his cock was exposed and standing at attention in all its magnificent length, I didn't hesitate. I didn't stop to stroke his cock. I leaned over to push as much cock into my mouth as I could.
Jason gasped and went rigid. Frozen in shock at the speed and the depth I took his cock. I didn't let up. I bobbed my head rapidly over his lap as my hand stroked the length of his shaft I couldn't fit into my mouth. I had a plan to ensure Jason stayed quiet and an undetermined amount of time. So I just attacked my virginal and, hopefully, future secret lover's cock in my attempt to make him come as quickly as possible.
I continued sucking and stroking while listening to Jason's gasps and moans as his cock slid over my tongue to push against the back of my throat. I lavished its thickness with the best mouth magic I could with years of experience guiding me. I didn't know how long it would be before the headlights of my husband's car would appear in our driveway. I hoped it wouldn't be until I finished. When I felt hands pressing down on the back of my head while Jason's hips began flexing upwards, I knew his release wouldn't be long in coming. I pulled away and took my shirt off. I didn't want to take the chance of having it spotted with cum. I continued to sit on my ankles, reaching to grasp Jason's cock in my hand. I leaned in to continue my cock play.
I looked into Jason's eyes as I slow-stroked his shaft and ran my tongue over the large bulbous tip.
"You really like it when I suck your cock," I observed softly and sucked gently on the soft bulb.
"Yes," Jason hissed. He looked a little shocked that I'd said, 'suck your cock', and not blowjob. I guessed this was the first time he'd heard such vulgar language from a girl. I'd said it instead of 'blowjob' for that reason. 'Suck your cock' brings things to a more personal level than blowjob does.
"I love sucking your cock," I continued, meeting his eyes while licking several inches of the shaft in my hand. "I love the sounds you make while I'm sucking your cock. I love how your big cock feels in my mouth. I could suck your cock every day and never get tired of how it feels on my tongue."
I'd dangled the possibility of future blowjobs in front of a horny teen. Still looking into Jason's eyes, I leaned in to run my tongue from ball sack to tip. Jason's in-drawn gasp was exactly what I wanted to hear.
"Mmm, your cock even tastes good," I whispered, tonguing the tip. "You know what tastes even better than your cock?"
Jason shook his head.
"What?"
"You don't know? Really? I bet you know," I whispered softly and tongued Jason's cock again. I let my lips linger softly on his tip.
"Your cum. Your cum tastes better than your cock. I was in the kitchen just now looking at you and all I could think about was your cock. How good it felt in my mouth. How good your cum tasted... Wondering what your big, thick cock would feel like in my pussy..."
I dipped my head to take his cock to the back on my mouth. I continued to suck while Jason thought about my pussy.
"There's so much I want to do," I told Jason, letting him feel my teeth biting and sliding softly on his cock's tip. I left it to Jason's teenage imagination to fill in what I meant by 'so much'. "But if you can't keep a secret..."
I opened my mouth and took as much cock past my lips as I could. My head bobbed rapidly over Jason's lap as I heard him promise that he wouldn't tell anyone! This time I believed him.
By opening my lips around Jason's cock, I'd sealed his lips. He wouldn't take even the slightest chance that I might have to leave, to stop sucking his cock: and maybe doing more! I would have smiled in triumph if my mouth wasn't filled with cock. Instead, I concentrated on doing my best to bring his cum.
Only a few more minutes of sucking and stroking Jason's cock in earnest had the expected result. I milked and swallowed every drop. I knew how men hesitated to kiss me after I swallowed their cum. I thought it was unfair that men expected me to kiss them after they ate my pussy, but they wouldn't kiss me after I'd sucked and swallowed their cum. Determined that Jason wouldn't have that foolish phobia, I didn't give him a chance to refuse. I did let him see me swallow before I moved up to trap him in the chair and kiss him.
Jason's lips remained stiff, then softened to let my tongue slip into his mouth. I knew his future girlfriends would appreciate that I'd trained him right; that kissing after coming was okay. I continued to hold and squeeze Jason's still hard cock while we kissed. His hands played with my bra clad tits. We had less than a minute of our fun before the headlights of my husband's car turned into our driveway. Talk about timing!
We hurriedly moved apart. Jason's cock had been cleaned by my mouth. All he had to do was pull up his shorts while I shook my boobs to lie comfortably in my bra cups before putting on my shirt.
When Hamilton entered the kitchen, he found a scene so innocent it could have been a painting by Norman Rockwell. His son doing homework at the kitchen table. His wife, apron on, at the stove. I resisted the urge to give Hamilton a deep kiss with the taste of his son's cum still on my tongue. Instead, I wiped my mouth with a wet dish towel again and swirled wine around my mouth to wash away any lingering cum breath as he walked over to give me a peck on my lips. Shit! The bastard hadn't even had the manners to wash away the scent of another woman's pussy from his face!
Conversation was stilted at first. No one had much of an appetite. I pushed my food around my plate. My stomach in knots from wanting a cock inside my pussy and my pussy was wet from thinking about it. Jason pushed his food around his plate. The only thing on his mind was sex, blow jobs and pussy. Probably sporting a massive hardon though I'd just sucked him off. And Hamilton? He pushed his food around his plate. He didn't have an appetite because he'd probably shared a hotel's room service meal with his newest lady between fucks.
It was the end of what was to become just a normal day in our home...
**********
The next morning, I came down to start breakfast at my usual time. What was unusual was finding Jason waiting for me. Almost every morning I had to yell two or three times to get him out of bed. Not today though. He pounced as soon as I walked through the door. Arms trapped my back against his chest.
"Good morning," a soft voice murmured next to my ear while hands reached around to slip through the front of my robe to fondle my tits.
"Dammit, Jason," I hissed, breaking away and pulling the front of my robe closed. "Your dad is upstairs and..."
"Dad is upstairs. We're down here" Jason interrupted in calm agreement. "Besides, he always takes a shower and gets dressed while you make breakfast."
Jason cocked his head and held up a finger.
"Wait for it," he added, sounding like Radar from M*A*S*H, then... "Hear that?"
I listened. There was a faint sound, but I'd never paid attention to it.
"Your master bathroom is right above us. That's the sound of water flowing through the pipes as Dad takes his shower," Jason said.
I'd never thought about it, but Jason was right. Now that I knew what the sound meant, I thought about the layout of our house. I looked at the ceiling, estimating distances and angles... Huh, Hamilton was above us only ten to fifteen feet from where we stood.
While I was thinking, Jason was moving to gather me into his arms. This time I didn't resist when Jason kissed me. I didn't stop his hands when they pushed open the front of my robe to fondle my tits. I pushed into Jacob, bumping and rubbing my mound against the hard outline of the cock in his jeans.
Jason untied the sash holding my robe closed. His hands slid the fabric off my shoulders to let it fall to the floor. Fingers closed over my ass, massaging and pulling my panty clad mound harder against his cock.
'Damn, I wish we had more time,' I thought as my arms tightened around Jason's neck. Jason must have been thinking the same thing.
"Let me stay home today," he asked. "We can..."
"I know what we could do," I interrupted. "But we can't do anything out of the ordinary. This afternoon when you get home..."
I stopped. That barely audible sound was missing and I had no idea when it had stopped. I pushed Jason away and quickly pulled my robe on.
"Why didn't you tell me the sound had stopped I whispered as if it was Jason's fault.
I moved into the kitchen and hissed a warning like an angry cat when Jason tried to follow. I pointed at his chair at the table. He threw up his hands in surrender and sat. I was uncomfortable as I began breakfast. My pussy was getting tired of being teased with only the promise of cock. I wasn't just an angry cat. I was a cat in heat!
We didn't talk. With the instincts of a teenager used to keeping secrets from parents, Jason knew that his dad would hear us talking before we would hear him walking on the carpet. I started the coffee and buttering toast as quickly as I could. Breakfast in our house was a simple affair. Oatmeal and toast with coffee for me and Hamilton and milk for Jason. Easy to make and filling.
Jason ate quickly and left to catch the bus. Hamilton left soon after. I cleared the table and was just sitting down with my second cup of coffee when I heard the sliding door to the backyard patio open. Jason was dropping his bookbag and pulling me up from my chair a second later.
"I hid in the backyard until Dad left," Jason told me. "There's no way I can sit in class. Not when all I can think about..."
I shut him up by kissing him. I knew what he was thinking about. I hadn't stopped thinking about the same thing. All the reasons I'd denied Jason's desire to miss school flew out the window. My arms went around his shoulders in an instant. Jason's lips were hard and insistent on mine. His hands were rough and strong on my ass.
Jason knew what he wanted but he didn't have the experience to know what to do next. I knew what I wanted and I had the experience.
I pushed Jason to sit in the chair he'd pulled me from. Straddling his legs, I sat on his thighs and kissed him. A long and wet and unhurried kiss from knowing we had hours ahead of us instead of measured minutes. When I pulled back, Jason watched while I slowly untied my robe and pulled the front open to display my tits. My hand snaked behind his head to pull his mouth to my hard nipple.
Hands molded my breasts, pushing them together to form soft cleavage for Jason's face to disappear into. I sighed and closed my eyes as his mouth captured one of my nipples and then the other, sucking hard until they were hard and ached. I put both arms around his neck and pushed my breasts into his face. Hands pulled my robe off my shoulders and dropped it to the floor.
Jason continued playing with my tits, burying his face into their softness as I unbuttoned his shirt.
But I'd had kisses. I'd had my tits played with and my nipples sucked on. As pleasurable as what Jason was doing, after a few minutes I wanted more. I slipped off Jason's thighs. Kneeling before him I began opening his jeans. Once I had the zipper down, I whispered for him to stand up.I pulled his jeans down and then his briefs. His large cock wasn't completely hard. Its weight made it hang down in front of his large ball sack.
I watched the thick cock throb in time with his heartbeat as it grew longer and harder just inches from my face. I took my time in taking off Jason's shoes before pulling jeans and briefs completely off. After I'd undressed Jason, I closed my fist around his shaft, slow stroking while my other hand cupped and weighed his balls. I touched the drop of pre-cum at the tip with my tongue, spreading its slippery wetness over the tip.
I pushed Jason's hips until he sat again. My hands on his knees opened his legs allowing me to lean in. I started sucking his cock in earnest. I smelled clean flesh and soap from his morning shower. I stopped with the tip pressed lightly to my lips. I'd sucked Jason's cock three times now. It was time I got what I wanted!
I stood up. Jason's attention focused as my hands began pushing my panties down. I realized this was his first time seeing a woman's pussy. Still standing, I remained still to let him look all he wanted. He'd rubbed my pussy through my jeans but that was all. I nudged his knees shut and, still standing, I straddled his thighs.
I bent over, my breasts dragging through his hair as I took his hand in mine. Moving slowly, I brought his hand to my pussy. I widened my stance to open myself as his hand pushed between my thighs. Fingers timidly explored between my pussy lips.
"You're so warm and wet."
There was no good response to that, so I remained silent and unmoving as Jason's fingers continued to explore between my legs with more confidence. I gasped when curious fingers pressed too hard.
"Not so hard on my clit."
Jason nodded and rubbed my hard nubbin gently.
"Mmm. like that. It feels so good," I whispered and gasped when a particularly good feeling radiated outward. I closed my eyes as a finger pushed inside me. My hum of approval emboldened Jason to penetrate me with another long finger. I kept my eyes closed in enjoyment as my hips began to slowly twerk in response to Jason fingerfucking his first pussy.
I was going to suggest we go upstairs to his bed when Jason pulled his fingers from my pussy. His hands gripped my ass, lifting me to sit on the table. Hands on my inner thighs pushed gently. I opened my legs and leaned back onto my elbows to watch as Jason lowered his head and slowly ran his tongue the length of my slit, tasting my pussy.
Jason's confidence in eating pussy increased under the few words I whispered to guide his tongue. How hard to suck on my clit. How hard to rasp his tongue across my clit. It wasn't long before I was fully on my back with my eyes closed. Two fingers pushed inside me as my hips began moving again under Jason's mouth and tongue.
"Right there... Just like that... Ohh, fuck you're gonna make me come..."
Jason sucked marginally harder... His tongue moved faster... Fingers pushed deeper... It took only a few minutes before...
"Shit!" My voice was shrill. There was no one else in the house. I didn't try to modulate my cry. "Oh fuck, Jason! I'm gonna come! You're gonna make me come!" I reached and grabbed hold of his hair to pull his mouth tighter to my pussy.
Whether by luck or growing experience in following my wordless cries and moans, Jason's tongue and sucking mouth and penetrating fingers began doing exactly what I needed. Exactly the right things over and over that made my breath catch, that made me moan. My thighs fell open wider, quivering hard enough to vibrate the table under me.
My brain ceased to function. My body went rigid and I pulled hard enough on Jason's hair that it must have hurt. But he didn't try to pull away. Instead, his mouth pushed harder between the lips of my pussy while tongue and fingers...
My thighs clapped shut, trapping Jason's head between them. My orgasm didn't crest. It kept growing with no end in sight. I was screaming though I wasn't aware I was. I wasn't really aware what I was screaming. But Jason heard... His mouth and fingers pulled away. Hands grasped my hips to pull my ass to the edge of the table. I felt the tip of a cock searching and reached eagerly to position it where it needed to be.
"Fuck me! Just fuck me," I yelled and then screamed the loudest cry yet as Jason took me fast.
I was wet. I was open. But my juices only lubricated a small part of the large cock that surged inside me. My pussy walls were spread and pulled painfully. Even pain didn't stop me though from bending my spine enough to grip Jason's ass, trying to pull his cock deeper.
Jason pulled back, drawing more of my juice from deeper recesses of my pussy. His next thrust went deeper: his next deeper still. I'd never felt so full as my orgasm built and crested again. My muscles locked. I could only breath in short gasps as the now lubricated cock inside me began moving rapidly.
Jason fucked me with all the strength and exuberance of youth. I responded in a long, incredible and explosive orgasm. Hands tightened on my hips to pull me to meet the thrusts rocking the table under me. It seemed to last forever. Though, of course it didn't. Even pure pleasure can't last forever. But the fucking I was receiving lasted long enough to leave me trembling and panting on the table when Jason groaned and pushed hard against my pussy lips. I felt his shaft pulse as cum spilled deep inside my cunt.
Jason groaned and leaned over me. I wrapped my arms and legs around him.
"Don't pull out," I begged. "Stay inside me. God, it feels so good!"
The longer I looked at my stepson over the lip of my wine glass, the surer I became. Grinning evilly, I set down my wine glass. Composing my face into a look of concern, I went to the table and sat across from Jason. He looked at me, uncertain, possibly scared at what I might say.
"Jason," I began, keeping my voice steady and sincere. "I want you to know that I'm not ashamed of what happened. Your Dad and I, well... You know everything. Hell, you even figured out that he married me to improve his chance to be promoted at work. Something I never figured out..."
I stopped and reached across the table to grip his hand.
"You've read the pre-nup. So you know that if you tell anyone, even your best friend... You know how gossip gets around. Your friend will tell his friend, and he'll tell someone else; on and on... Pretty soon a parent hears and I lose everything. Your dad will divorce me. I'll be gone without a penny."
I didn't go on. Jason knew I was right.
"It's my fault what happened... I was just so damned frustrated for attention! Your dad doesn't..." I stopped myself. I wouldn't criticize Jason's dad in front of him. Though I'd sucked my husband's son's cock and could remember the taste of Jason's cum, there were still some lines I wouldn't cross.
"You know what it's like to be horny. Well, girls get horny, too and when you kissed me... I knew what I was doing was wrong, but I just couldn't seem to stop myself. But if you can't keep a secret..."
"I can," Jason interrupted decisively. "I don't want you to leave."
I made my decision. I couldn't go three more years like a nun in a nunnery. No matter how luxurious the nunnery was. I couldn't go out to find a lover without risking discovery. I had to trust that Jason could keep a secret. I needed to be sure he would.
"Then follow me," I commanded, rising to walk into the living room. I stopped in front of a chair where we could see our driveway. It was dark outside. With only the light from the streetlights streaming through gauzy curtains to illuminate the room, no one could see me drop to my knees. No one could see me as I pushed him to sit in the chair where we'd see the headlights of my husband's car if it turned into our driveway.
Jason was too shocked to do more than gasp as I went to my knees in front of the chair. He did lift his ass up from the cushion so I could more easily pull his shorts down. Once his cock was exposed and standing at attention in all its magnificent length, I didn't hesitate. I didn't stop to stroke his cock. I leaned over to push as much cock into my mouth as I could.
Jason gasped and went rigid. Frozen in shock at the speed and the depth I took his cock. I didn't let up. I bobbed my head rapidly over his lap as my hand stroked the length of his shaft I couldn't fit into my mouth. I had a plan to ensure Jason stayed quiet and an undetermined amount of time. So I just attacked my virginal and, hopefully, future secret lover's cock in my attempt to make him come as quickly as possible.
I continued sucking and stroking while listening to Jason's gasps and moans as his cock slid over my tongue to push against the back of my throat. I lavished its thickness with the best mouth magic I could with years of experience guiding me. I didn't know how long it would be before the headlights of my husband's car would appear in our driveway. I hoped it wouldn't be until I finished. When I felt hands pressing down on the back of my head while Jason's hips began flexing upwards, I knew his release wouldn't be long in coming. I pulled away and took my shirt off. I didn't want to take the chance of having it spotted with cum. I continued to sit on my ankles, reaching to grasp Jason's cock in my hand. I leaned in to continue my cock play.
I looked into Jason's eyes as I slow-stroked his shaft and ran my tongue over the large bulbous tip.
"You really like it when I suck your cock," I observed softly and sucked gently on the soft bulb.
"Yes," Jason hissed. He looked a little shocked that I'd said, 'suck your cock', and not blowjob. I guessed this was the first time he'd heard such vulgar language from a girl. I'd said it instead of 'blowjob' for that reason. 'Suck your cock' brings things to a more personal level than blowjob does.
"I love sucking your cock," I continued, meeting his eyes while licking several inches of the shaft in my hand. "I love the sounds you make while I'm sucking your cock. I love how your big cock feels in my mouth. I could suck your cock every day and never get tired of how it feels on my tongue."
I'd dangled the possibility of future blowjobs in front of a horny teen. Still looking into Jason's eyes, I leaned in to run my tongue from ball sack to tip. Jason's in-drawn gasp was exactly what I wanted to hear.
"Mmm, your cock even tastes good," I whispered, tonguing the tip. "You know what tastes even better than your cock?"
Jason shook his head.
"What?"
"You don't know? Really? I bet you know," I whispered softly and tongued Jason's cock again. I let my lips linger softly on his tip.
"Your cum. Your cum tastes better than your cock. I was in the kitchen just now looking at you and all I could think about was your cock. How good it felt in my mouth. How good your cum tasted... Wondering what your big, thick cock would feel like in my pussy..."
I dipped my head to take his cock to the back on my mouth. I continued to suck while Jason thought about my pussy.
"There's so much I want to do," I told Jason, letting him feel my teeth biting and sliding softly on his cock's tip. I left it to Jason's teenage imagination to fill in what I meant by 'so much'. "But if you can't keep a secret..."
I opened my mouth and took as much cock past my lips as I could. My head bobbed rapidly over Jason's lap as I heard him promise that he wouldn't tell anyone! This time I believed him.
By opening my lips around Jason's cock, I'd sealed his lips. He wouldn't take even the slightest chance that I might have to leave, to stop sucking his cock: and maybe doing more! I would have smiled in triumph if my mouth wasn't filled with cock. Instead, I concentrated on doing my best to bring his cum.
Only a few more minutes of sucking and stroking Jason's cock in earnest had the expected result. I milked and swallowed every drop. I knew how men hesitated to kiss me after I swallowed their cum. I thought it was unfair that men expected me to kiss them after they ate my pussy, but they wouldn't kiss me after I'd sucked and swallowed their cum. Determined that Jason wouldn't have that foolish phobia, I didn't give him a chance to refuse. I did let him see me swallow before I moved up to trap him in the chair and kiss him.
Jason's lips remained stiff, then softened to let my tongue slip into his mouth. I knew his future girlfriends would appreciate that I'd trained him right; that kissing after coming was okay. I continued to hold and squeeze Jason's still hard cock while we kissed. His hands played with my bra clad tits. We had less than a minute of our fun before the headlights of my husband's car turned into our driveway. Talk about timing!
We hurriedly moved apart. Jason's cock had been cleaned by my mouth. All he had to do was pull up his shorts while I shook my boobs to lie comfortably in my bra cups before putting on my shirt.
When Hamilton entered the kitchen, he found a scene so innocent it could have been a painting by Norman Rockwell. His son doing homework at the kitchen table. His wife, apron on, at the stove. I resisted the urge to give Hamilton a deep kiss with the taste of his son's cum still on my tongue. Instead, I wiped my mouth with a wet dish towel again and swirled wine around my mouth to wash away any lingering cum breath as he walked over to give me a peck on my lips. Shit! The bastard hadn't even had the manners to wash away the scent of another woman's pussy from his face!
Conversation was stilted at first. No one had much of an appetite. I pushed my food around my plate. My stomach in knots from wanting a cock inside my pussy and my pussy was wet from thinking about it. Jason pushed his food around his plate. The only thing on his mind was sex, blow jobs and pussy. Probably sporting a massive hardon though I'd just sucked him off. And Hamilton? He pushed his food around his plate. He didn't have an appetite because he'd probably shared a hotel's room service meal with his newest lady between fucks.
It was the end of what was to become just a normal day in our home...
**********
The next morning, I came down to start breakfast at my usual time. What was unusual was finding Jason waiting for me. Almost every morning I had to yell two or three times to get him out of bed. Not today though. He pounced as soon as I walked through the door. Arms trapped my back against his chest.
"Good morning," a soft voice murmured next to my ear while hands reached around to slip through the front of my robe to fondle my tits.
"Dammit, Jason," I hissed, breaking away and pulling the front of my robe closed. "Your dad is upstairs and..."
"Dad is upstairs. We're down here" Jason interrupted in calm agreement. "Besides, he always takes a shower and gets dressed while you make breakfast."
Jason cocked his head and held up a finger.
"Wait for it," he added, sounding like Radar from M*A*S*H, then... "Hear that?"
I listened. There was a faint sound, but I'd never paid attention to it.
"Your master bathroom is right above us. That's the sound of water flowing through the pipes as Dad takes his shower," Jason said.
I'd never thought about it, but Jason was right. Now that I knew what the sound meant, I thought about the layout of our house. I looked at the ceiling, estimating distances and angles... Huh, Hamilton was above us only ten to fifteen feet from where we stood.
While I was thinking, Jason was moving to gather me into his arms. This time I didn't resist when Jason kissed me. I didn't stop his hands when they pushed open the front of my robe to fondle my tits. I pushed into Jacob, bumping and rubbing my mound against the hard outline of the cock in his jeans.
Jason untied the sash holding my robe closed. His hands slid the fabric off my shoulders to let it fall to the floor. Fingers closed over my ass, massaging and pulling my panty clad mound harder against his cock.
'Damn, I wish we had more time,' I thought as my arms tightened around Jason's neck. Jason must have been thinking the same thing.
"Let me stay home today," he asked. "We can..."
"I know what we could do," I interrupted. "But we can't do anything out of the ordinary. This afternoon when you get home..."
I stopped. That barely audible sound was missing and I had no idea when it had stopped. I pushed Jason away and quickly pulled my robe on.
"Why didn't you tell me the sound had stopped I whispered as if it was Jason's fault.
I moved into the kitchen and hissed a warning like an angry cat when Jason tried to follow. I pointed at his chair at the table. He threw up his hands in surrender and sat. I was uncomfortable as I began breakfast. My pussy was getting tired of being teased with only the promise of cock. I wasn't just an angry cat. I was a cat in heat!
We didn't talk. With the instincts of a teenager used to keeping secrets from parents, Jason knew that his dad would hear us talking before we would hear him walking on the carpet. I started the coffee and buttering toast as quickly as I could. Breakfast in our house was a simple affair. Oatmeal and toast with coffee for me and Hamilton and milk for Jason. Easy to make and filling.
Jason ate quickly and left to catch the bus. Hamilton left soon after. I cleared the table and was just sitting down with my second cup of coffee when I heard the sliding door to the backyard patio open. Jason was dropping his bookbag and pulling me up from my chair a second later.
"I hid in the backyard until Dad left," Jason told me. "There's no way I can sit in class. Not when all I can think about..."
I shut him up by kissing him. I knew what he was thinking about. I hadn't stopped thinking about the same thing. All the reasons I'd denied Jason's desire to miss school flew out the window. My arms went around his shoulders in an instant. Jason's lips were hard and insistent on mine. His hands were rough and strong on my ass.
Jason knew what he wanted but he didn't have the experience to know what to do next. I knew what I wanted and I had the experience.
I pushed Jason to sit in the chair he'd pulled me from. Straddling his legs, I sat on his thighs and kissed him. A long and wet and unhurried kiss from knowing we had hours ahead of us instead of measured minutes. When I pulled back, Jason watched while I slowly untied my robe and pulled the front open to display my tits. My hand snaked behind his head to pull his mouth to my hard nipple.
Hands molded my breasts, pushing them together to form soft cleavage for Jason's face to disappear into. I sighed and closed my eyes as his mouth captured one of my nipples and then the other, sucking hard until they were hard and ached. I put both arms around his neck and pushed my breasts into his face. Hands pulled my robe off my shoulders and dropped it to the floor.
Jason continued playing with my tits, burying his face into their softness as I unbuttoned his shirt.
But I'd had kisses. I'd had my tits played with and my nipples sucked on. As pleasurable as what Jason was doing, after a few minutes I wanted more. I slipped off Jason's thighs. Kneeling before him I began opening his jeans. Once I had the zipper down, I whispered for him to stand up.I pulled his jeans down and then his briefs. His large cock wasn't completely hard. Its weight made it hang down in front of his large ball sack.
I watched the thick cock throb in time with his heartbeat as it grew longer and harder just inches from my face. I took my time in taking off Jason's shoes before pulling jeans and briefs completely off. After I'd undressed Jason, I closed my fist around his shaft, slow stroking while my other hand cupped and weighed his balls. I touched the drop of pre-cum at the tip with my tongue, spreading its slippery wetness over the tip.
I pushed Jason's hips until he sat again. My hands on his knees opened his legs allowing me to lean in. I started sucking his cock in earnest. I smelled clean flesh and soap from his morning shower. I stopped with the tip pressed lightly to my lips. I'd sucked Jason's cock three times now. It was time I got what I wanted!
I stood up. Jason's attention focused as my hands began pushing my panties down. I realized this was his first time seeing a woman's pussy. Still standing, I remained still to let him look all he wanted. He'd rubbed my pussy through my jeans but that was all. I nudged his knees shut and, still standing, I straddled his thighs.
I bent over, my breasts dragging through his hair as I took his hand in mine. Moving slowly, I brought his hand to my pussy. I widened my stance to open myself as his hand pushed between my thighs. Fingers timidly explored between my pussy lips.
"You're so warm and wet."
There was no good response to that, so I remained silent and unmoving as Jason's fingers continued to explore between my legs with more confidence. I gasped when curious fingers pressed too hard.
"Not so hard on my clit."
Jason nodded and rubbed my hard nubbin gently.
"Mmm. like that. It feels so good," I whispered and gasped when a particularly good feeling radiated outward. I closed my eyes as a finger pushed inside me. My hum of approval emboldened Jason to penetrate me with another long finger. I kept my eyes closed in enjoyment as my hips began to slowly twerk in response to Jason fingerfucking his first pussy.
I was going to suggest we go upstairs to his bed when Jason pulled his fingers from my pussy. His hands gripped my ass, lifting me to sit on the table. Hands on my inner thighs pushed gently. I opened my legs and leaned back onto my elbows to watch as Jason lowered his head and slowly ran his tongue the length of my slit, tasting my pussy.
Jason's confidence in eating pussy increased under the few words I whispered to guide his tongue. How hard to suck on my clit. How hard to rasp his tongue across my clit. It wasn't long before I was fully on my back with my eyes closed. Two fingers pushed inside me as my hips began moving again under Jason's mouth and tongue.
"Right there... Just like that... Ohh, fuck you're gonna make me come..."
Jason sucked marginally harder... His tongue moved faster... Fingers pushed deeper... It took only a few minutes before...
"Shit!" My voice was shrill. There was no one else in the house. I didn't try to modulate my cry. "Oh fuck, Jason! I'm gonna come! You're gonna make me come!" I reached and grabbed hold of his hair to pull his mouth tighter to my pussy.
Whether by luck or growing experience in following my wordless cries and moans, Jason's tongue and sucking mouth and penetrating fingers began doing exactly what I needed. Exactly the right things over and over that made my breath catch, that made me moan. My thighs fell open wider, quivering hard enough to vibrate the table under me.
My brain ceased to function. My body went rigid and I pulled hard enough on Jason's hair that it must have hurt. But he didn't try to pull away. Instead, his mouth pushed harder between the lips of my pussy while tongue and fingers...
My thighs clapped shut, trapping Jason's head between them. My orgasm didn't crest. It kept growing with no end in sight. I was screaming though I wasn't aware I was. I wasn't really aware what I was screaming. But Jason heard... His mouth and fingers pulled away. Hands grasped my hips to pull my ass to the edge of the table. I felt the tip of a cock searching and reached eagerly to position it where it needed to be.
"Fuck me! Just fuck me," I yelled and then screamed the loudest cry yet as Jason took me fast.
I was wet. I was open. But my juices only lubricated a small part of the large cock that surged inside me. My pussy walls were spread and pulled painfully. Even pain didn't stop me though from bending my spine enough to grip Jason's ass, trying to pull his cock deeper.
Jason pulled back, drawing more of my juice from deeper recesses of my pussy. His next thrust went deeper: his next deeper still. I'd never felt so full as my orgasm built and crested again. My muscles locked. I could only breath in short gasps as the now lubricated cock inside me began moving rapidly.
Jason fucked me with all the strength and exuberance of youth. I responded in a long, incredible and explosive orgasm. Hands tightened on my hips to pull me to meet the thrusts rocking the table under me. It seemed to last forever. Though, of course it didn't. Even pure pleasure can't last forever. But the fucking I was receiving lasted long enough to leave me trembling and panting on the table when Jason groaned and pushed hard against my pussy lips. I felt his shaft pulse as cum spilled deep inside my cunt.
Jason groaned and leaned over me. I wrapped my arms and legs around him.
"Don't pull out," I begged. "Stay inside me. God, it feels so good!"
