An adult stories – The Lane Ch. 01 by talel81,talel81 Chapter One
Deep down the darkened path of The Lane, in a parked car just behind a small copse of trees, hidden from passersby, Richie Jones leaned back in his driver’s seat letting his face the sky enjoying the sensation of his girlfriend Kim’s warm mouth on his straining cock.
“Fuck, baby,” he said to the curly haired Asian girl was happily sucking his cock. “You’re doing fucking great.”
He could feel her hum with happiness as he guided her pace. The other was reaching behind her, deep in her pants, fingering her dripping sex.
“I’m going to cum soon.”
Kim sped up. Encouraged, she took a firmer grip on the base of his shaft as he writhed under her, slithering her hot tongue rapidly around the sensitive spots of Rich’s thick, spongy head. She could feel him swelling in her mouth, growing closer to his release.
The two teens had parked down the Lane in Rich’s blue classic convertible. The only noise to be heard was from the ever present hum traffic a few hundred yards from where they were hidden. A cool breeze rustled the leaves of the trees that hid them prying eyes. Insects chirped around them, unattentive observers to the lovers.
Lovers Lane–The Lane–usually had one or two cars parked in the road’s many little hidden spots on the edge of the road. The hidden alcoves and looping track made it perfect for privacy, whether you were participating or looking for a show. Tonight there was no one but Richie and Kim. Which meant they could put the top down and enjoy the night air and clear stars above.
He grunted, his voice straining as his white, hot juice shot like a cannon into Kim’s waiting mouth. He held her head steady as his cum pumped onto her tongue; down her throat.
She accepted his gift, gagging only slightly when the spray first landed. It was a reflex. She recovered, dutifully swallowing every drop.
“Good girl,” he said when she presented her clean mouth to him. He kissed her, tasting a hint of his salty seed. It didn’t bother him as much as he thought it would. She needed the kiss, a thank you for her effort.
He guided her away gently, sliding across the bench seat to rest against the passenger door. The old car had ample room for the pair to explore and enjoy each other.
Richie pulled her black pants and pink lacy panties off her long smooth legs. He tossed the unnecessary garments to the floor as she said, “You have to hurry. My mom’s gonna freak out if I’m out much later.”
“That depends on you,” Richie said as he gave her a long, loving lick from the bottom to top of her smooth pussy.
She whispered his name as his tongue writhed around her sopping sex. Richie moaned too as he tasted her. Delicious as always.
Kim grabbed his head, pulling him close, feeling her orgasm closing too when her phone began to ring. “Shit,” she said, pushing Rich away from her throbbing pussy and grabbing her phone. “It’s my fucking mom! Goddammit.”
“Fuck,” she whispered as she answered. “Hey, Mom. Yeah, I’m with Rich,” she continued in her practiced dutiful daughter tone. “No. Yeah, we’re stuck in traffic.”
Richie’ erection returned, harder than ever as he watched Kim try to explain why she was late getting home, her resting there with only a shirt on, her pussy glistening in the moonlight. It throbbed with accelerated need. He slowly dragged a finger across the surface of her needful vagina.
Kim tried to push him away but he wasn’t to be deterred.
“Yeah, I know,” Kim continued on the phone, trying not to moan and trying to push away from his tickling touch. “But–oh fuck,” she said as Rich pushed her legs away and slid a finger inside.
“Nothing, mom,” she said as she tried to cover while Rich slowly curled the finger across her sensitive g-spot. “Just hit–oh god–a pothole. Yeah, and another one too.
“I’ll tell him to be careful, mom.”
Kim looked up at her lover with a scornful-needy look. Her mind wanted to tell him to stop, her body commanded otherwise. “You’re so bad,” she mouthed at him while her mother continued to berate Richie’s driving.
Hearing Mrs. Li on the phone, unaware of what he was doing to her daughter, stoked the fire of lust. Kim whimpered as he removed the finger, but he wasn’t done. Instead Richie mounted her, sliding his cock home, filling her wet love, slowly, rhythmically fucking her while she tried to muffle the sounds of her pleasure.
Kim covered her mouth with one hand to keep herself from screaming. She removed it briefly to try and hit the mute button but hit the speaker instead.
“What that noise,” Mrs. Li said in her broken English.
Whenever Ms. Li became agitated, she slipped back into her native tongue, trying to keep it in English only made her accent return. Richie had heard this from her too many times before.
“What’s going on there?”
“Sorry, Mrs. Li,” Richie said. “Bumper-to-bumper traffic. Makes for a bumpy ride.”
“Why’s he on the phone?”
He pulled Kim away from the door and onto his lap. They were both now on the passenger side with Kim writhing on his hot cock.
“The phone’s on speaker, mom. Just a few bumps as we go,” Kim half-moaned.
“You be careful, Kimmy,” Mrs. Li said. “Lots of danger out there. Wear protection.”
“Yes, mommy.
“Richie, you give my daughter a good ride.”
“Will do, ma’am. Good ride.”
Kim kissed him hard. Richie didn’t stop his fucking. He thrust into his girlfriend from below. Her sopping sex made wet noises as it dripped onto his car’s seat.
“What that noise?”
“Just a leak,” Richie grunted. “Nothing to worry about.”
“Doesn’t sound good.”
“Everything’s great” He slammed his cock into her harder.
Kim almost shouted at the fast intrusion. Her pussy gripped him tighter as she fought the urge to scream. “You’re so bad,” she mouthed silently to him.
“That’s good. Well if anything happens make sure you have the right tools.”
“He’s got the right tools,” Kim said, risking a moan. She pushed against her lover, arching her back, she tore her shirt off, presenting herself to him.
Richie took her offering, sucking on one breast and then the other.
“What’s going on now? Still sounds like a lot of traffic.”
“It keeps going and going and going.
“He better not keep you out late.”
“No ma’am,” Richie said. “I could but I know you wouldn’t like that. I’ll get her home soon.
“When’re you coming?”
Kim didn’t answer right away. Instead she ground her clit on the fat base of Richie’s shaft, stimulating her sex.
“Soon, mommy. I’m cumming!”
“Make my daughter come, boy.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Richie said. He sped up his thrusts again.
Kim pushed back. Her head swam as the pleasure overtook her. Her body both froze and spasmed as her orgasm hit. “I’m cumming,” she cried. “I’m cumming!”
“Good, very good,” Mrs. Li repeated. “Come now. Don’t stay too long.”
“You heard your mom,” he told Kim. He picked up the pace. Her pussy began spasming, milking him harder. “Cum.”
“You come now,” Mrs. Li said.
Kim settled from her high, still spasming. Unable to speak anything coherent, she settled onto him as he stopped thrusting, letting her rest.
“She’ll be home soon, Mrs. Li.”
Kim hung up. Her voice was soft, her body relaxed, content from the orgasm. “Fuck that was hot.”
“God, yeah.”
Their sweat covered bodies dried slowly in the cool night air. Gently Richie pulled Kim off his still hard cock. She moaned with disappointment
“You didn’t cum?”
“I’m good,” he said. “Already got mine. Sides, gotta make sure you ‘come’ home.”
“I don’t think she meant it that way,” she laughed gently.
“I don’t know…” he half-jokingly implied.
Kim swatted him. She pulled away back to her seat as Richie slid into the driver’s seat.
He started the car. The engine roared back to life, disturbing their quiet moment. “Back to reality.”.
Kim pulled her clothes back on and put her hair up in a tousled bun. “I look a mess.”
“A hot ‘just got fucked and ready for more’ mess.”
“Mmmmm,” she moaned as she kissed. “I wish. If only we had time, right?”
Richie sighed. “Yeah.’
He popped the car into reverse. “Still… About twenty minutes to your house…”
Kim gave him a mischievous look. Her soft, angled face was beautiful in the moonlight. Her dark eyes were hidden but he could tell she knew what he wanted.
“I guess I should give you a tip for the ride,” she said as she grabbed his still exposed, glistening, steel-like erection. “I’m sure my mom would want me to be thankful.”
Without another word, Kim took her boyfriend back into her mouth. Still wet with her juice she lovingly lapped up every drop, both of hers and of his.
Richie began a slow ride back to her home. Kim gently bobbed on his cock. he thought about pulling the top back up but decided against it. Let the other drivers have a show.
As he reentered traffic he thanked the stars above for being forced to finally get a job.
Shriveling suburbia. Boring-ass-same-day-as-yesterday, deader-than-the-day-before suburbia. That was how the locals felt about the once thriving town Richie lived in. The place once had a booming economy, a factory that pumped out high-end automobiles, a once important military base, and a thriving but small airport for private and commercial use.
Everything is gone now. The industry dried up when China began offering labor for much cheaper. When the assembly line stopped, so did the air traffic. When the air traffic slowed, the need for the military presence also ended.
Rich lay on a rolling mechanic’s creeper, under his car, and half covered in grease and sweat. He’d been trying to replace a starter and oil pan but the damned bolts were proving harder to loosen than he had anticipated.
“Richie, you in there?” His mom, Mary, called from inside the house. She came in before he could answer. “Oh,” she said when she saw him halfway under his car. “How’s it going?”
“Tight, lubed, ready to go,” he said. “Just the way she should be.”
Mary sat nearby, settling her computer down so she could face her son. She watched him silently. From her angle he looked to be dressed in jeans. Jeans that appeared to be too small for him, or at least tight in the more inappropriate places.
“You should probably get a new pair of pants,” she said while inadvertently checking out the way the pants hugged his muscular legs and the bulge at his groin. “Looks like your zipper is about to burst.”
She quickly blushed at the statement, surprised she had said it. Her son kept working without comment, grunting as he tried to undo a stuck bolt. Mary let out the breath she held when she realized he had let it slide.
“Got no money for new pants,” he said finally.
“Everything goes to the car.”
“Everything meaning my and your father’s–”
“Step-father.”
She let out another sigh as she continued. “My and your step-father’s money.” Well, really it was her money since her husband Tom–Richie’s step-father–had been laid off when the factory closed. “You should look into finding a job, at least something part-time.”
Richie rolled out from under the car. “This conversation again?”
“Yes,” Mary said. She took another unconscious look at her grown son. The boy had muscled, the vigor of youth. Gone was the baby fat, replaced now with the form, and probably stamina, of a man. “Yes, this conversation again. It’s not good for you to be pent up here, just working on your car. You need to get out, make some money, learn a skill, maybe meet someone.”
Look at this one,” she said as she read off her screen, “Hiring part-time position. Stocking the floor at Benny’s Grocer. Must be able to lift heavy weights and work at a fast pace,” Mary said. “Opportunities for growth.”
“Sounds like they’d just run me ragged for pennies,” Rich answered from under the car. “Can you hand me the socket wrench again? Should still have the socket I need on there.”
“You have to do something, honey. Here,” she said as she pressed the tool in his hand. “It’s been over a year since you got out of school–”
“Which you and Tom said was okay for me to do,” he said quickly.
“Yes, true. But, that was before your father–step-father– was laid off.”
Rich sighed loudly. He rolled back under the car to finish connecting the final bolts. When he finished he found his mom still watching him, the conversation wasn’t over.
“I’ve already been accepted to college. I’m starting in a few months,” he reminded her. “What am I supposed to do for just a few months? Get a job and then bounce as soon as school starts?”
He pulled his shirt off, exposing his sweat drenched muscles. He caught his mom throwing him a glance as he used the shirt to wipe off the grease on his hands.
“That doesn’t seem fair,” he continued.
She sighed again. They’ve been having this conversation for weeks, months even. She had given him her blessing to take time away from school but that was before her husband had gotten laid off.
Rich pulled off his grease stained, evidently too-tight jeans too, leaving him wearing only a pair of dark briefs and socks.
Mary watched her son almost strip in front of her. She felt herself blush. He looked so much like his father–his real father–at that age.
It was innocent enough, the young man wasn’t ashamed of his body. And he shouldn’t be, she thought. Working on the car, straining at the parts, and of course being young and healthy had left him in great shape. Too great a shape maybe. She unconsciously eyed him up and down, and to her almost immediate shame, lingered on the bulge in his briefs.
She coughed gently to hide her embarrassment and the flush she felt when she continued to ogle at him.
“Anyway,” she continued, “like I said you have to do something. You’re young, might as well get paid for it. Besides, a part-time job doesn’t mean you have to quit right away. You could keep it when school starts. I’m sure whomever you work for would understand.”
“You make it sound so easy,” Rich said. He snapped the band of his briefs to let a bit of air in to cool his loins. He caught his mom looking at him. He knew it was inappropriate at his age but she didn’t say anything. Besides, it wasn’t like he was totally naked. He swelled a bit knowing she was looking at him. Knowing she was watching, he adjusted his bulge, settling its weight more comfortably.
“Just walk up to a place and get a job. Easy-peasey”
“Put some pants on, Rich?” she interrupted. Her embarrassment was pretty evident by now. Her cheeks were flushed. She found it difficult to make eye contact.
“I’m getting there,” he said as he pulled a fresh pair of jeans out of the dryer. “Didn’t want to get the clean stuff dirty before it even had a chance to be folded.”
“Yes, well, still,” she said. She watched him again as he pulled the pants on, jumping up and down to pull them up his legs. Mary even felt a bit flushed when his covered cock jostled from the movement. Shame, Mary. That’s your son!
It had been too long since she’d received any attention from a man. Her husband was quickly becoming a waste for anything except being an asshole.
Thankfully she still had work and it was enough to pay their bills, and to buy his booze. She knew she shouldn’t buy it for him, she knew she should get him up and moving and looking for work but she was tired. Tired. Frustrated.
And lonely.
“Just give it a thought, honey,” she said as Rich finished pulling on a clean shirt. “If nothing else to get out of the house. Besides, you might even meet a girl.”
“I don’t need to meet anyone,” Rich countered. “Not when the prettiest girl in the neighborhood is right here in front of me.”
Mary laughed at the little joke. “You really think so?” she asked. “Sorry, but this lady is taken, mister.”
“Dammit,” Rich cursed. “And here I was hoping to take her out to the Lane right now.”
Mary shook her head. She knew he was just being stupid. But what if he wasn’t? How did he know about the Lane, anyway? Did she want to know now he knew? As a mother, probably not; as a woman, yes!
The Lane was a hidden drive on the outskirts of the old airport. The place was pretty popular when Jessicia had been taken there all those years ago. It offered just the right amount of seclusion, plus the noise of the jets covered up any joyous squeals that may occur from the numerous couples there.
“How do you know about the Lane?” she boldly asked.
As she asked, Rich’s text alert chimed. His eyes lit up when he read the message.
“Oop! Gotta go, mom.” He gave her a quick peck on the cheek.
Mary fought the urge to turn into it.
“Maybe I’ll tell you how I know about the Lane, but only if you tell me how you know about the Lane. Deal?”
Before she could answer, Rich jumped into his car and was off.
Memories of the Lane and her own backseat adventures came flooding back. And then came the thoughts of her son taking a lover in his car down to the Lane. It was making her hot in ways no mother should feel.
She closed the garage door. As it shut she found herself alone. The still air in the room smelled of sweat and grease. Mary wasn’t quite ready to go back inside. She locked the door leading into the house, securing her privacy.
Acting almost on impulse, she retrieved the sweaty shirt Rich had tossed into the washing machine. She took a strong sniff of the sweat covered fabric. It reminded her of her late husband–Rich looked and acted so much like him–and of the fun they had in the backseat of his car parked on the Lane.
The combination of sweat, grease, and memory set her afire. She imagined her ex walking in on her, touching her, taking her the way he used to. She knew it was wrong, she knew the thoughts that came flooding in weren’t proper, but goddamn she wanted–no, needed–to be naughty.
With shaking fingers, Mary pulled off her shorts and teased the engorged lips of her long-neglected pussy. She had a fine mat of hair which she had been remiss in shaving. Rich’s father always liked it smooth. The better to eat you with, my dear, he joked.
The throbbing heat coming from her sex was intolerable. Her need silently screamed to be quelled. Mary listened. She obeyed her desire. She tickled her ignored clit gently, sending a wave of pleasure up her spine. Mary was surprised to find how swollen her nub was. Without even touching she could feel herself close to cumming.
She sat back on her chair, the one she was sitting in when Rich was working. She spread her legs, presenting her open pussy to the area the car had been parked. As she did it her imagination moved from her ex, morphing to her son. For a brief instant she felt wrong but her needful, untouched sex told her otherwise.
A wicked thought of exposing herself to her hunk of a son excited her further. What if he came back and found her like this? Pussy out in the open, her own scent of desire wafting toward him? Would he stop and stare? Would he run away in shock? Or would he do what she desperately wanted him to do?
She imagined the garage opening again without warning. She didn’t try to cover herself. She rotated the chair slightly so her sex sat exposed, welcoming him home. Would he act disgusted by her need? Shame her for being human? Or would he stop and watch? Invite her for a ride? Get out and taste her lovely pussy? Eat her like a starving dog desperate to get every piece of kibble in the bowl? Run his strong hands across her sex? Take his pants off and…
Mary shoved a finger in her sopping pussy. “Oh, God,” she called out into the open air. She didn’t care if the drunk she called husband heard her, she didn’t care if the sound of her need carried through the garage door to the noisy neighbors. She needed her release. It was just a fantasy. She let herself enjoy her pleasure.
Knowing it was wrong made it feel all the more right.
She put another finger inside herself, reaching up to the spongy cleft of her g-spot. Her eyes rolled back and tongue lagged out as she imagined his thick fingers inside her doing to her what she was doing to herself. She imagined him kissing her as he played with her.
Mary took her other hand and began diddling her clit as the other continued rubbing inside. “Fuck me,” she commander her imaginary lover. “Fuck your mother the way she needs it.”
Her orgasm exploded out of her. Her juices squirted across the room, drenching the creeper Richie had just been laying on and onto the oil stained floor.
Mary sat, legs still open and wide, shaking as she came down from her cum. Shameful proper thoughts replaced her freeing naughty ones. How could she? That was your son?! But, it felt so right. The release of it all..
She didn’t realize how much she needed it until it was over.
Slowly she lowered her naked legs back down to the floor. The world seemed normal again. Everything was going to be okay. The flush of happiness she felt after a good cum came flooding over her in a tidal wave. Too long she’d been without this feeling.
Besides, she reminded herself, it’s not like you’re going to act on it. Fantasy is fantasy. Nothing more.
She picked up her discarded clothing and made to put them back on. Then she decided against it. Why not walk through the house half naked? Maybe Tom would notice and want to fuck as well? She doubted it but still it made her feel sexy again.
Her pussy felt unsatisfied. She headed inside her house to the bedroom where her forgotten toys lay hidden.
A fantasy was just a fantasy she told herself, feeling her sex tingle. Enjoy it while you can.
She walked past her drunk husband with just a shirt on. He was passed out in the recliner, half a beer in one hand, his other in his pants resting on his limp dick. She was borderline furious at what the man had become, what he had let himself rot into.
Mary wanted to smack him, wake him up and throw him out of the house. He was the one that needed a job!
Instead, her unsatisfied sex won out. She pulled the rest of her clothes off–shirt and bra–and stood naked before him. She placed a foot on the armrest of his recliner and presented her wet pussy before him.
The man didn’t stir.
Mary opened herself up, exposing her pink inner lips, her unfulfilled inner channel, all her glory to the drunk. She began slowly circling her clit, exciting it, engorging it, presenting it to him.
The man still didn’t stir.
Frustrated, she kicked the chair away so it turned and rocked. The drunk still didn’t stir. She strode into her room and dug out her box of toys, toys she’d been forced to use more often lately. Inside were a few different massagers, dildos and a couple of other more choice playthings.
Today she needed something big and firm. She pulled out her veiny, lifelike dildo she once had molded from her ex’s hard cock. She kissed the tip, running her tongue across the circumcised head, the way he had always liked it.
Mary lay on her bed, legs wide, exposed, and circled the latex cock around her entrance. She teased her pleasure. She could feel her juice drip down her ass onto the soft sheets under her. She didn’t care. She could wash them later. She needed to make a mess now.
With one hand using the dildo to tease her hole, the other lifted a breast to her mouth so she could suck and nibble on her nipple. She loved breast play, more so when it was by someone else, but she had to make do.
She plopped her heavy breast from her mouth and moaned as she slowly inserted her lover faux appendage into herself.
As it stretched her needy hole she wondered if Richie was really like his father. If he was as large and long as she liked her lovers. If the semi-soft bulge he presented her earlier was any indication then she knew the answer to be a definite, “Yes!”
She cried out again as the full length entered her, filling her, making her feel whole.
“God, yes!”
Down the road, Rich was balls deep into his mother’s best friend.
Jessica Roberts’ legs were wrapped over the young man’s shoulders, her feet hooked around his neck to open herself to him and keep him from stopping. Her experienced, welcoming pussy milked his fat cock, desperate for continued pleasure.
“Fuck me, Richie,” Mrs. Roberts moaned under the pounding the young man was giving her. “Don’t fucking stop.”
Richie didn’t intend to. He pounded his cock into the mature woman relentlessly. He knew she loved it fast and hard and he was more than ready to give her what she wanted.
“Is this what you wanted, Mrs. Roberts? Been waiting for this fat cock all morning?”
“God yes,” she moaned. She looked up at him with half-lidded eyes and a warm smile. It was both stupid and cute when he talked about his cock that way. Stupid, cute and sexy. “Now shut the fuck up and fuck me.”
“As my lady demands,” he said.
Without another word Richie picked up the pace. Her cunt appreciated the attention. He could feel her squeeze and throb around his manhood. The heat of her pussy was enough to drive the teen insane with lust. It took every ounce of willpower he had not to flood her as soon as he was in her.
She was his first and only so far. They’d been hooking up whenever her family was at work. He’d been an eager little puppy when they had started their affair. Now he was more experienced and better trained.
“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” she babbled. Her words cut off as her orgasm hit her. Same as every time her son’s friend was inside her she shook and spasmed around his wonderful cock.
“Oh God!” she shouted as the first hit of pleasure hit her and took away her voice.
Richie didn’t intend to relent. He pulled out long enough to flip her over onto her hands and knees. He mounted her from behind, slipping his wet cock back into her channel.
Inside again, he picked up his pace even faster, working to fuck her into another immediate orgasm.
The writhing woman underneath lost herself to the pleasure of it all, drooling with overcome lust. Her bed was soaked from the juices flowing from her sex.
“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph,” she said as she regained herself. She’d had another mini orgasm on top of her first one. She fell to the bed, her lover still pounding away.
Slapping noises filled the room as Richie fucked his frustration of his mother into Mrs. Roberts. Her pussy welcomed the beating it was receiving. She squeezed his length, milking it for her pleasure, working to release his white seed.
Before she knew it, Jessica felt another orgasm overtake her. She screamed, writhing under her younger lover as he fucked through her cum. Her eyes rolled back, her tongue lagged as all thought dispersed under the power of the orgasm.
“Gods,” she blathered. “Stop. Please stop! No more, baby. No more!”
Finally Richie relented. He slowed enough for Jessica to regain some semblance of composure. She tried to wiggle out from under him. “I need a break,” she said.
Richie reluctantly withdrew his thick cock from Mrs. Roberts’ warm channel. She shivered as he exited, leaving her vagina empty. Her pussy was too sensitive for more.
“I need a quick rest. You’re gonna break me today.”
The wet, still hard, cock smacked against Richie’s abdomen with a wet slap. He moved away from her open and trembling legs to lay beside her. She slid down to cuddle next to him, her head resting on his core, just a few tantalizing inches from his still erect penis.
“You seem a bit distracted,” she said. “Normally you’ve cum by now.” She tore her gaze away from his penis to look up at him. “Penny for your thoughts?”
“It’s nothing.”
“Oh come on. I’m more than just a repository for your lust,” the mature woman said. Without breaking her gaze Jessica began trailing her manicured nails over the sensitive underside of his cock. “Tell mommy what’s bothering you.”
Jessica felt his dick jump when she said the word ‘mommy’. A naughty thought came to her as she tightened her grip around the slick shaft. “Trouble at home?” she continued as she began to pump his tool.
Richie didn’t answer right away. Her hand work felt good. His cock was primed and ready but his brain wasn’t exactly focused on the task. “Kind of,” he said eventually.
“Hmmmm,” she hummed as she gave the red head a delicate kiss.
He squirmed at the touch. “Mom wants me to get a job, get out of the house, I guess. Maybe even find a girlfriend.”
“Is that a bad thing?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe not. Maybe she’s right.” Again his cock twitched in Mrs. Roberts’ hand when he mentioned his mom.
She’d have to have a talk with Mary to confirm whatever suspicion was beginning to form. “I think she’s right,” Jessica said.
The older woman began giving Richie’s pussy pleaser small doting kisses. She tasted her tangy nectar, it brought back memories of her own female lovers. One of which was once Richie’s mother. “You should get out of the house more. Maybe get a girl your age instead of taking it out on poor old me.”
“Ha!” Richie laughed. “I wouldn’t say you’re old. You’re the hottest woman I’ve had the pleasure of banging.”
She rolled her eyes as she rolled his heavy balls in her hand. “What a charmer,” Jessica said to him between kisses. “I’m the only woman you had the pleasure of banging. But I’m serious.”
“Honestly though, we can’t keep this up forever, can we? Someday my husband, and my son–your best friend–will find out what we’ve been doing here. That may not end well.”
Richie sighed. He knew his affair wasn’t a permanent thing. He knew that she knew but goddamn it was fun. “Yet you’re still more than happy to let me fuck you whenever I come over,” he said.
She broke off from pleasuring his cock to look back up at him. “What can I say: I’m a slut who loves beining fucked. And trust me when I say I know it’s dangerous and stupid. But this mommy needs to be fucked regularly. And you’ve got just the piece to please me.”
He leaned down to kiss her. Her lips tasted of her pussy juice. Their tongues danced. She picked up the pace on cock. Her juice on him was drying in the room air. Richie gently pushed her away, guiding her back down to his waiting cock.
“Having a bit of extra money would be nice. So would another excuse to get out of the house,” he said as she sucked him in deep. “It just–I don’t know–it just feels like being forced to grow up.”
“Boo-fucking-hoo.” Jessica slid away from his cock again. “Poor little boy doesn’t want to be a man. Grow up, Richard.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”
“Of course, I am,” she said. “I can probably help get you a job at my husband’s store.”
Richie let out a long, accepting sigh. “Fine. It’ll be weird working for the man whose wife I’ve been fucking.”
“Don’t think of it that way. Think of it more like you’re fucking your best friend’s mother, who also is a good friend of your mother too.”
Richie laughed at that thought. His cock strained further when Mrs. Roberts mentioned his mother again.
“Good,” she continued, “Now, do you want me to keep sucking your cock or do you want me to do something else?”
Richie looked at the clock. They had a few hours more before anyone came home. He pulled her away from his straining meat. He guided her to a straddling position, her smooth legs over his with his cock at attention just waiting below her entrance.
“How about I give you a job?” he said as he guided her onto him.
“Mmmmm,” she moaned, “cheesy but I’ll take it. Yes, please,” Jessica said as she began rocking on her young lover’s fat shaft.
She gyrated her clit against the short hairs above this cock, tickling her sensitive spot just the way she loved it. “Now cum for me. Forget about all that and cum for mommy. Mommy wants her baby to feel good.”
Richie grabbed two handfuls of her meaty ass and settled in to enjoy the ride. “Yes, ma’am.”
They had all afternoon.