Looking at Jason after I’d hung up the phone, I thought back to when I was his age. Remembered what it had been like when I’d been a teenager screwing boys in cars on dates and in beds when the parents weren’t around. Sex back then wasn’t the practiced love making that age and experience brings, but it was always energetic! Looking at Jason’s lean, muscular, toned body, I knew that sex with him would be energetic as fuck! Knowing what I know now… What I could teach a boy… I knew it wouldn’t take much instruction before our sex would be great, mind-blowing fucks, too. Deciding quickly, I walked over to where, in my best ‘Mom voice’, I’d commanded Jason to sit. He was on his feet in an instant, hopeful that his desire to continue his exploration of my body might come true.
“Just be quiet and come with me before I change my mind,” I told him. Taking his hand I led him into the living room to the front window. Standing in front of a chair where we would see see my husband’s car if it pulled into our driveway, I told Jason, “If I do this, if we do this, it has to be our secret. I mean it, Jason. You can’t tell anyone, not even your best friend.”
“I won’t tell anyone. I promise,” Jason hurried to answer.
“All right, if you keep it our secret…” I left the rest go unsaid.
I didn’t want to risk getting cum on my shirt. Jason watched every button as I worked them. My shirt undone, I dropped it next to the chair. Jason’s eyes and hands were immediately drawn to my breasts. I let him play with me through my bra for a short time before putting my hands on his to still them.
“Un-hook my bra,” I told him quietly. Jason’s strong arms went around me. As his hands fumbled with the clasp, I moved forward, put a hand to his neck and pulled his lips to mine. Jason was an even six-feet in height, barely two inches taller than me. His head only had to dip slightly for us to start kissing. It was my tongue in his mouth when Jason managed to open my bra. My breasts pressed to his chest and, not reachable, his hands stayed on my back, pulling me hard against him. One hand continued to crush me against his shirt, forcing the air from my lungs, as his other hand slid down the small of my back to grasp my ass through my jeans.
I would have been content to stay trapped against Jason like this for an hour as our kisses deepened, as his hands on my ass gripped and pulled my ass cheeks harder. But, not knowing how much time we had, I put my hands between us. Pushing against his chest until his arms loosened, I took a half-step back. Jason’s eyes went back to my breasts and his hands went to the loose straps of my bra. Moving the straps off my shoulder he let my bra drop to my bent elbows and then the floor.
From what Jason had told me upstairs in his bedroom, I knew this was his first look at bared breasts and hard nipples that weren’t in a magazine. My breasts were the first ones he touched as hands closed on my tits. I closed my eyes, enjoying his tentative play with my tits… Cupping, squeezing, weighing my medium sized tits in his hands while his thumbs rolled hard nipples for the first time. I enjoyed it all, but as he moved to bring his mouth to my nipples, I whispered, “Wait.” Jason looked at me quizzically, wondering why I’d stopped him. I let my slow move downwards answer, as I dropped to my knees in front of him. Grasping the top of his athletic shorts and underwear, I pulled them down until they fell to the floor. Jason’s cock was hard and swaying in front of my face.
Of course, I’d seen large cocks on sex sites. But, while looking huge many also never seemed to be fully hard. Hanging down from the man’s crotch. Flopping about in a girl’s hand as she stroked the shaft. Bending as the man put the tip to a girl’s pussy. Only putting a few inches in the girl while moving gingerly between her legs. I hadn’t been impressed.
Jason’s large cock, swaying in front of my eyes, didn’t hang lifelessly. It stood out proudly from his hair bush. It didn’t flop about as I captured the shaft with my hand and stroked it. Its entire length was hard and un-bending as I began stroking it. I only had to milk the shaft a few times to have the young cock produce a large amount of pre-cum. I knew, with my husband expected home at any moment, I wouldn’t have time to test, but I just knew it wouldn’t bend when sliding into me. I knew my horny, future lover wouldn’t be satisfied with moving slowly between my legs, wouldn’t be satisfied with only a few inches of his huge cock inside me. The thought of this long, thick cock being shoved between my legs, stretching my pussy and going deeper inside me than any of my former lovers caused me to exhale a soft Oh, yes…, just before I closed my lips over the large, purple tip.
Pulling back, letting his cock slip from my lips, I looked up to see Jason’s eyes intently watching my every move. Stroking his cock, I smiled and told him, “Keep watch through the window in case your Dad comes home.” When Jason nodded, I took him back into my mouth, opening wider as inch followed inch past my lips.
I didn’t try to take his entire cock. I’d tried that and failed only a few minutes before. Now, I only wanted to make Jason come. Stroking his shaft while moving my lips over the first couple of inches… Licking the head of the cock in my mouth. I stopped after playing for a couple of minutes. I’d done all the playing before on Jason’s bed. Time to let Jason do more than just enjoy what I did.
Looking up, I saw that Jason’s eyes were closed as he savored the sensations of my sucking his cock. “Fuck my mouth,” I told him quietly, before putting my mouth back around his tip. Jason didn’t hesitate and his hips began moving. I wrapped my hand around his shaft, away from the tip just far enough that my lips wouldn’t move further down the shaft and I’d choke. Shaping my mouth around the cock that was moving rapidly through my lips, I tried to make my mouth as warm and wet and tight as I could, as spit dribbled out to wet my tits.
Jason’s hands on the back of my head was pulling me… His hands pulling and his thrusts energetic… My lips hitting my hand moved it downwards, freeing more cock to move past my lips. The top now hitting the back of my throat… Now slipping further, in danger of pushing into my throat and choking me… Pulling hard, I freed my mouth from the cock starting to make me gag. Coughing, clearing my throat, I said sternly, “Fuck my mouth, Jason. Don’t try to fuck my throat, dammit!”
Jason nodded, he’d follow my instructions. It wasn’t long before his cock was again moving rapidly in my mouth. His hands were now only holding my head still instead of trying to pull me towards his crotch. I couldn’t swallow and more spit hit my tits and stomach. Jason was close to coming and…
That’s when I heard the unmistakable sound of a car door thumping closed. Frantically pulling away from Jason, I looked out the window. The gauzy curtains let me see outside, while hiding Jason and me from my husband’s sight. Oh, fuck! Ben was already walking around the back of his car!
“Shit, Jason! You said you’d keep watch,” I told him, fear of discovery making my voice hard. I was already grabbing for my shirt and bra. “Pull your goddamned shorts up and get the fuck to your room. Don’t come down until your cock is under control. Hurry!”
I could hear keys jingle as my husband found his door key. Running out of time as Jason hot-footed it up the stairs, I crammed my bra under the cushion of the seat and ran for the kitchen. Putting my shirt on I grabbed the kitchen towel next to the stove and tried to wipe off the worst of the spit on my lips, chin and tits. I was raising my voice to greet my husband as he entered the front door, while closing the first button of my shirt. Keeping my front to the stove, I buttoned the last as he walked up from behind to kiss my cheek.
My cheeks were flushed and my heart was thumping in my chest as I turned my head to return his kiss. I began to calm as Ben gave no indication that he suspected the lips kissing his had just been sucking his son’s cock. Trust my husband to be completely oblivious to anything concerning his wife! This time, at least, I was glad for that lack of attention. This time, also, my husband had done a piss poor job at covering his infidelity. Up close, I could smell perfume that I knew I’d never worn!
We spoke of this and that about nothing, as Ben flipped through the mail. Excusing himself he left to go upstairs for a shower before dinner. He must have passed Jason on the way, because only a few seconds passed before Jason walked in. We looked at each other and we both let out a deep breath at the same time. We gave a short laugh at out mutual exhalations. This time I didn’t have to order Jason to sit at the table and he sat down on a chair.
Our master bedroom was directly above the kitchen. Neither of us said anything until I heard water running though the pipes as Ben began his shower. Un-buttoning my shirt I ordered Jason to fetch my bra. He ran to the living room and returned, as I stripped my shirt off. Handing Jason my shirt, I took my bra and quickly put it on. Taking back my shirt I had it buttoned in record time. Only then did Jason back me up against the refrigerator. Kissing me as he complained about how close he’d been to coming and how horny he was. I could still hear water running, so I didn’t push Jason away as I agreed completely, “God, Jason. I’m so damned horny, too…”
As we kissed, I let Jason grope me until the sound of water in the pipes stopped. When Ben came downstairs for dinner, we sat and ate just like any other happy family. Just like any other happy family except I wanted to kick Jason under the table and tell him to stop staring at my tits.
That night I surprised my hubby when, without a word, I reached under the bedcovers to grip his cock. While he chuckled and laughed, wondering what had gotten into me, I was scooting under the covers to push his underwear down to free the cock I started sucking. When Ben was hard, I rose up and let the covers fall away. I was wet, so goddamned wet, from Jason and I fooling around that hubby’s cock slid in easily as I sat on his hips. Ben reached and pulled my nightshirt over my head before pulling me down to suck on my tits. Cowgirl is the easiest position for me to have a satisfying orgasm. I can control the angle and the depth of the cock inside me. My hubby knew what I wanted. He released my tits and lay quietly as I moved atop him while fingering my clit. Riding my husband’s cock like a dildo, I was so horny it didn’t take long before my fingers on my clit had my stomach muscles clenching, forcing gasps of air from me before my orgasm exploded in my gut. Groaning between gasps, I could only moan Fuck me!
I love to be put on my back and fucked hard once my orgasm begins. Ben knew and that’s exactly what he did. I knew that Jason was down the hall. It’s a large house and it’s a long hallway and our bedroom door was closed, but I still tried to stifle my cries of pleasure as my muscles clenched with spasms through a long, drawn out orgasm. It was the best orgasm I’d had in months and seemed to go on and on while the sound of my pussy being slammed built into a rapid crescendo until Ben groaned and came.
Wrapping my arms and legs around Ben as he rested atop me, I couldn’t help thinking that if he had just fucked me this well these last months, I never would have turned to Jason. Groaning, Ben moved off me and stretched out on the bed. I felt relaxed and satisfied between my legs, as I went to our bathroom and brought back a damp washcloth to clean Ben’s cock and between my thighs. By the time I rinsed out the cloth and returned to bed, my husband was asleep. Well, he’s knocked out until morning, I thought. There goes any hope for a repeat… It was just Ben’s way. If allowed to go to sleep after sex, if I didn’t keep him awake, he was out for hours. He’d sleep through zombies invading our home during the Zombie Apocalypse if allowed to fall sleep after sex!
I felt well-fucked but not sleepy. I decided I wanted a drink. Putting on my panties and robe, I slipped out and closed the door behind me before padding downstairs to our liqueur cabinet. I was just taking my first sip when I heard soft footsteps on the stair’s carpeting and Jason appeared. He didn’t waste time walking to me and taking me in his arms without a word. Without a word of denial from me, also. Hands stripped my robe off and naked except for panties and gym shorts, our kisses deepened in the semi-darkness.
Only the light coming through the window from an outside street lamp lit the room. Jason was a shadowy figure as he bent down to suck hard on my nipples while strong hands gripped my ass cheeks. I couldn’t help the moans from deep in my throat. Jason’s hands on my ass tightened more and I was lifted up and carried to the sofa. Sitting, I let Jason mold my body with his hands. Kisses were replaced with his lips at my tits. My nipples ached from his sucking, as my hand behind his head pressed his mouth harder against my breast.
Only when his hand began sliding over my panties past my mound did I use my hand to pull it away. “Jason, I just…”
“I know.” Jason pulled away from my tit and interrupted me. “I heard you. I don’t care…” was his whispered comment as his lips met mine again. This time I didn’t stop his hand. I opened my legs as his fingers moved to press my panties against my pussy. As his fingers pressed harder, moving my pussy lips over and around my clit, I was moaning from how good it felt on my still sex-engorged clit. I thought he’d be content with what he was doing but with the curiosity of a virgin who’d never touched a pussy, his fingers slipped under the crotch of my panties. Before I could break away from lips still locked to mine, a finger was sliding up my hole. I did break our kiss enough to moan Oh, God, when a second finger joined the first. I continued to moan against Jason’s lips as fingers probed and slid between my creamy pussy lips.
Much of that wetness was from his Dad’s cum. Jason knew that but didn’t care. I’d never sucked his Dad’s cock after sex. I used a damp cloth or anything handy to clean it. But when Jason pulled his fingers from my pussy, I didn’t hesitate to open my mouth and let Jason push pussy- and cum-covered fingers into my mouth. Sucking and licking his fingers until they were clean. When Jason’s fingers began probing between my thighs again, I gripped his wrist and this time didn’t let go. If Jason touched me again, I was afraid I’d come… And if I came I wouldn’t stop him from moving on top of me and losing his virginity on the couch. That wouldn’t be a bad thing but… With his Dad maybe waking up in the middle of our fucking? Waking and following the sounds of our fucking… No.
I remembered my less than memorable first time and I wanted Jason to have something better to remember later. I told Jason that, and though he didn’t give a damn (he was close to pussy… he could smell pussy… he’d touched pussy… he wanted PUSSY!), he ceased to protest when I knelt between his legs to continue his interrupted blow job from earlier. Jason was so worked up that it seemed he was coming after only a few strokes of my hand. Again and again I felt streams of cum discharge into my mouth. God, his balls held a lot of cum and all of it was coating my tongue by the time he slumped back into the cushion of the couch.
I didn’t immediately swallow this load. I played it around my mouth with my tongue instead. Getting a good taste and feel of his cum’s texture before swallowing. My considered opinion? Not that bad…
Sated from his blow job Jason let me get up and walk back to the liqueur bar. Freshening my drink I held up the Scotch bottle and asked Jason if he’d like some. What the fuck after all? If he was old enough for me to fuck, he was old enough to share a drink with me. Jason took too large a sip and choked and then choked more, trying to dampen the sounds of his coughs. I didn’t laugh at Jason. I just told him to take smaller sips.
While we sat on the couch sipping, I brought decided to talk about the huge elephant in the room. His Dad, my husband. “You’re not going to get all weird about me having sex with him, are you? He is my husband.”
“No,” Jason answered. “I’ve heard the two of you before. It’s a long hallway but I guess it’s like a doctor’s stethoscope. Sound just travels down it.”
“Ouch. And all this time I’ve tried to be quiet,” I laughed softly.
“To, umm, tell you the truth,” Jason continued shyly, “listening to you having sex makes my really horny.”
Okaaay…, I thought digesting this news. I’m not the only cheater in our marriage and it seems I’m not the only… Jesus? What do you call a guy who gets horny listening to his Dad fuck me?
We talked a bit more until our drinks were finished. Jason would have sat on the couch all night, as long as he could play with my tits and pussy. But after a last kiss I used my ‘Mom Voice’ and got him to obey and go back to his bedroom. I drank another finger of Scotch and washed, dried and replaced both glasses before going to my bedroom. Hubby was still breathing deeply as I slipped into bed.
I’d had pretty good sex tonight, but I was still horny and wet between my legs. Thinking of Jason’s thick cock stretching my pussy made me moan. I wasn’t sure when I’d feel that large cock splitting my pussy lips it, but I knew I wanted it to be soon!
