I nodded, chewing as quickly as I could, my cock swelling as I felt Nicole’s body writhing against mine, her fingers moving down from my shoulders across my chest, tracing the hard pecs. She flicked my nipples and traced my hard abs, circling them slowly. I felt my cock swell, getting hard against the counter as her lips kissed the back of my neck.
“Did Mom see you?” I said, finally swallowing my sandwich.
“Sara’s been gone for some time. Probably went to the office for some unpaid overtime,” Nicole said, her fingers tracing the elastic edge of my shorts, teasing the skin underneath, running across the rough patch of regrowing pubes around my cock. I hadn’t gotten a chance to shave since last time, with everything that had gone on, but she didn’t seem to mind. I felt Nicole writhe against me, her crotch grinding against my ass, pushing up against the small of my back as she kissed my neck. I groaned, loving the sensation, as one of her hands moved up to flick my nipple.
“Dee hasn’t…ugh…picked up the phone…” I managed, my cock rock hard now as Nicole traced her fingers across the length of it, her palm rubbing across my cockhead, spreading around the precum that began to leak from the tip.
“You should give it another shot,” Nicole whispered into my ear as her hand wrapped around the girth of my cock, so hard it now ached at her touch as she began to stroke it, one hand moving in tandem with her teasing my nipple “after we’re done.”
I groaned as I felt Nicole pulling away from me. I turned, just in time to see her undoing the straps of her dress, letting it slowly slip down her back to linger at the edge of her firm, shapely ass, dropping an inch down along the crack as she stepped halfway to the living room staircase.
“Which way to your mother’s room?”
Sara:
“Hey,” Roy said, nearly bumping into me as he turned the corner to his gym door, a paper bag full of bagels and a cup of coffee in hand.
“Hi yourself,” I said, looking at him, trying to keep myself from staring at the way his plain t-shirt and shorts clung to him. He’d really filled out since we’d split, his muscles toned back almost to the showroom definition he’d used to have back when we used to date.
“Thought you’d told me you never wanted to step foot anywhere around here. Or see me, for that matter,” Roy said, fumbling for his keys before finally stepping inside the gym, flicking on the lights as he went.
“Never’s a hard deadline to make. Besides, things…came up,” I said, looking at the way Roy moved, not having lost an iota of the grace and power that had taken him to the edge of the bodybuilding circuit.
He’s just a bigger, harder version of Liam, isn’t he?
The voice in my head went and I didn’t fight it. I’d seen him in action after all, hadn’t I? With Dee? I wondered if I could make him give in, after everything that had happened between us.
“Came up? Is Liam okay?” Roy asked, suddenly worried. I looked up at him, taking in his scent. God, he was a giant. My knees quivered. I looked down, pretending to be in distress while I struggled to come up with something.
“It’s just…Liam’s at that age and…you know how boys are,” I said, fumbling for something vague enough to catch.
“I thought you had your boss take care of that. Nicole, wasn’t she?” Roy said, smiling.
“Yeah but, it’s not about just the sex, is it? For God’s sake, Liam’s never had a girlfriend,” I said then added, “I don’t even know how to talk to him about this stuff.”
“It’s probably too late for a talk about the birds and the bees,” Roy said, tearing open the bagel bag to offer me one. I shook my head, even as I stepped closer.
“No, it’s not that, he’s…doing fine with that. It’s just…” I said, now standing half an arm’s length away from Roy as he leaned back against a counter “they aren’t really all that quiet at home and you remember what a crap job that contractor did with the soundproofing.”
Roy cocked an eyebrow looking at me, searching for my reaction as I lingered for a while, eyes trailing down his body.
“I can hear them, Roy. All the time. Liam he…well, he’s like you. Just keeps going all night,” I said, my eyes catching a glimpse of the bulge that was forming in his loose shorts. Might as well make him proud of his boy while I was at it.
“Good for him,” Roy said, his eyes following mine, before pausing for a sip of his coffee.
“And Nicole is kind of…shameless, just waltzing around the house, half-dressed. I’ve talked to her about it, but Liam just…struts around in his shorts too,” I said, watching as Roy’s cock rose at half-mast. My hands reached down, the tips neatly tracing the outline of his bulge as I looked up at him.
“That boy’s got no respect, does he?” Roy said, holding back a groan as my fingers resumed the caresses he hadn’t felt in almost a decade. I leaned in closer, my body pressed against his, moving in that way I’d known would drive him crazy since we’d both been teenagers.
“He’s his father’s son. You never cared much for other people either, when you got going,” I said, my voice a throaty whisper as I looked up at him, our lips almost brushing together, aching for his kiss.
“I thought you’d said we were done,” Roy said, not pulling away as our lips lingered closer. His hands wrapped around my waist, his fingers pulling up my skirt to cup my ass. I felt my panties flood at his touch, rough and forceful like his son’s. A tiny orgasm exploded between my legs as he pulled me up off the ground.
“We are,” I said, as Roy pushed me onto the bench, ripping my top off to expose my breasts, his lips and teeth sucking and biting their way across the flesh before he pulled down the cups to expose them. I moaned as he sucked on one nipple, then let it go, before flicking it with his tongue while he pinched and tugged at the other. I held the back of his head as he bit into the flesh of my breasts and sucked at them before letting them plop down, mashing them together to suck on both nipples at the same time.
“God I missed that pair,” Roy groaned as he pinched and tugged at both of my nipples, his lips kissing their way up my neck. We leaned in for a kiss, before breaking away at the last second; we knew better than to go down that road.
And yet here I am, fucking my ex-husband. The day after he fucked the girl that’s had a crush on my son for ages.
“Shhh,” I hissed at myself through clenched teeth as Roy’s hand moved between my legs. His big, rough hand clenched the fabric and tore it off me. Reflexively, I tried pulling my legs shut, Only for Roy to run his hands across my soaked, glistening lips, parting them wide before finding my clit. He began to flick it, circling it with his finger, pausing to flick it just that way he knew would make me shudder. Our eyes stayed locked together the entire time.
It’s him…or Liam
The little voice said as the orgasm in me grew. I thought of my son’s hard cock, the way it felt against me; his touch in the shower and on the couch, and the kind of face he made when he was about to cum.
And you can’t. Fuck. Your son.