As she greeted the young man at the door, she suddenly realized that she'd let the drink slosh on her lounging pajamas when the doorbell rang. A big spot was evident on the front of the bodice and there were even some drops on her leg. She let Rodney in and apologized; feeling foolish.
"This is terrible,” she told him. "You must think Jerri's mother is a big lush. I was just having a little brandy when you came to the door and for some reason I jumped up too fast and spilled a little. How clumsy of me!”
Rodney stood smiling at her, not quite sure what to say.
"Please sit down, won't you? I'll be back as soon as I clean myself off.”
As she disappeared into the kitchen, he felt a little more relaxed. "Sorry the bell startled you, Mrs. Spicer. It's my fault you spilled that. Looks like you were having a quiet little evening until I came along and spoiled it. Is Jerri upstairs?”
"No, Rodney," she called back from the kitchen. "I'm afraid she isn't even here tonight. She told me you might telephone, but she didn't say you were coming over.”
She was debating whether to lie to Jerri and say that she was with a girl friend, as she'd been asked to do, or simply tell him she wouldn't be in all evening and let Jerri take responsibility for it and handle it herself the next time she saw him.
"Where is she?" she heard him call to her from the living room. "We sort of had plans for tonight. Is she somewhere where I can phone her?”
But before Jane had to make the final decision about whether to lie to him, she heard Karen's voice from the upstairs hallway.
"Jerri's with her girl friend," she called down to him. "There's nowhere you can phone her.”
Jane wasn't sure she liked Karen to lie for Jerri any more than for her to do it, but at least it simplified things for the moment. There was something else about the matter Jane wouldn't have liked if she'd known. Karen was wearing nothing but a short nightgown when she appeared at the head of the stairs to answer Rodney's question. And although it was done so innocently that he had no idea it was purposeful, the girl had stood in such a way as to give him a clear view up her thighs.
Karen wasn't there long enough to meet his eyes with hers and see whether he'd start a conversation with her. She wasn't bold enough yet for that. But as she turned and dashed back into her bedroom, she made sure that he saw even more. The back of the garment flew up and presented him with a quick but tantalizing shot of her panties.
Hmmm… Jerri's little sister is quite a looker. The other night when we saw her, Jerri didn't bother to introduce us. I didn't realize she was that big. Wonder how old she is? She's old enough to have a great pair of legs and a set of cute little knockers on her, that's for sure, he mused.
Jane returned from the kitchen with a new drink in her hand. It was an entirely new drink. She had finished off the other one while wiping her dress dry.
"Sorry you missed her, Rodney,” Jane consoled. "She told me you've been out of town and said you might be back tonight but she wasn't sure.”
"Yes, I just drove in,” he said. "Had a real hard drive. Well, tell her-”
"Wait, Rodney, if you just got in to town you must be bushed. Wouldn't you like a bit of refreshment before you get back into your car?" she asked, holding up her glass.
"Oh… well, yes," he said, smiling appreciatively. "Maybe I could have just one quick one. Thanks.”
She rose and went to the dining room bar. "What do you like?" she asked.
Because his attention was distracted he was a little slow in answering. The first time he met Jerri's mother he had thought she was quite attractive and had been surprised to find her so young-looking. But as she walked away from him with her curves moving sensuously under the silky fabric of her lounging pajamas, it occurred to him that she was downright smashing.
Jerri's whole family swings, he thought to himself. No wonder she's so cute, with a mother like that.
He suddenly realized he was being spoken to. "Huh? Oh, excuse me… whatever you're having will be fine.”
Jane found herself in a quandary. If she really did pour him what she was drinking, she might very well give him the impression that his girlfriend's mother was a big lush. Jane didn't think of herself as an alcoholic by any means, even though her intake had considerably increased during the past several days-but the drink in her hand at the moment happened to be a Singapore Sling. Hardly a drink for amateurs.
"All right," she said, giving a little laugh that was intended to be cordial but came out nervous. "You may find this a little strong for just a casual drink, though. I… I just finished attending to some important business today and you might say I'm celebrating.”
The only business Jane had finished during the day was her trip to to liquor store to buy a new supply, but she felt she had to explain the drink away somehow.
"You did? I thought something must've been going on today when I saw how dressed up you were. You look great in those… in that-”
"Oh, these lounging pajamas? They aren't really anything so dressy," she replied, smiling at the compliment. "It's just that I looked so terrible the other day when you first met me. I'd been working around the house that day and I looked a fright.”
She handed him the drink and he took a sip. She wasn't kidding. Whatever was in the glass was awfully potent. He had to steel himself to keep from spitting it out… he wasn't all that used to drinking. He smiled and held the drink up to her. "This is fine. Especially after all the driving I've been doing today." He savored the first sip a few seconds then took another long drink. "Really relaxes you," he said, leaning back in the chair.
Jane would normally have been at a little bit of a loss to know what to talk about for very long with any of Jerri's boyfriends. But with the drinks she'd had during the last couple of hours, it was really quite easy. She said nothing… just sat and looked at him. And because she was sitting and looking at him, he sat and looked at her. It was all very pleasant. In a very short time she noticed that his glass was empty. When he made no move to leave, she naturally offered to make him another. It had been the kind of drink that definitely called for another, he thought. He readily agreed.
While mixing his drink at the bar, Jane naturally wanted a new one for herself. The only thing that kept her from making herself one was the fact that her glass was still half full of the former one. This she solved by putting the rim of the glass to her mouth and downing it all in two long swallows.
He obviously enjoyed the second drink as well as the first. But he had only drunk about half of it when the wet glass slipped and he spilled the rest on his foot. He was immediately apologetic but she assured him it was nothing and dashed to the kitchen for a towel.
As she wiped it off his shoe she saw that it had also gone all over his sock. She made a few dabbing attempts to dry it before telling him she knew it must be terribly uncomfortable and that he might as well take it off and let it dry. As she stopped dabbing his foot with the towel to speak, her hand remained on his foot. It was only momentarily but it was long enough to make her feel a little uncomfortable. Seeing Rodney and chatting with him was one thing, but coming in contact with him was quite another. He was a grown man, she realized, even if he was only the twenty-one year-old boyfriend of her daughter.
While she took the towel back to the kitchen he took the shoe and sock off as she had suggested. He was thinking of how she had looked when she was on her knees in front of him wiping off his sock. The silky material of her lounging pajamas, unfortunately for him, completely covered her long and shapely legs. But the top of the outfit was designed much more to his taste. During the all-too-short duration of the time she kneeled in front of him, his eyes had been magnetized on the wide expanse of firm, smooth cleavage exposed by the low neckline. He took the other shoe and sock off.
Mrs. Spicer was a damned good-looking woman even if she did happen to be Jerri's mother. That shot he had down the front of her pajamas convinced him that her body was much firmer than he would have expected of any woman as old as she had to be. Yet he knew she must just think of him as a kid. If only he were a few years older it just might be that…
Jane stayed in the kitchen for a minute to finish her drink alone. She knew that she'd been' letting her eyes roam over Rodney's body in a way that no mother had a right to. But the fact that she had just touched his handsome, youthful body-even-though it was only his foot-made it difficult for her to keep her mind off him. The alcohol in her blood didn't do anything to inhibit such thoughts either.
He was quite obviously a good-looking, well-built young man. Yet she realized that no matter how favorably she compared with other women her age, he must undoubtedly think of her as being too old for him. She was thinking things she would never dare to think if she were sober. It was too bad, she thought. If only she were a few years younger she could see the possibility of…
She downed the rest of the drink and set it down hard on the cabinet. She was simply going to have to control herself. She couldn't have herself do anything foolish like-
Crash! The noise broke her train of thought. The glass had been knocked off the cabinet by her unsteady hand and lay broken in the bottom of the sink. She was drunk enough by now that it didn't even scare her enough to jump. She stepped over and started picking up the pieces but when she nicked herself on the first try she stopped and put her finger in her mouth. Rodney heard the noise and jumped to his feet. He went in to the kitchen and saw what had happened.
"What happened? Did you cut yourself?" he exclaimed.
"It's just a nick,” she said, pulling the finger from her mouth where he could see it. "I just dropped it. It's okay.”
"Let me see it," he said, taking her hand and looking at the small wound. "It may not be too deep but there's a spot of blood on it. Let me wash it off for you and see if it's very bad.”
"Oh, it's nothing," she protested. "It's just a scratch. Don't pay it any mind.”
"Better let me look at it anyway," he said, stepping closer and raising the hand for a better look.
His forearm brushed the full swell of her breasts and she knew he couldn't have missed getting a nice indication of what was underneath, even if it had been an accident. She hoped it hadn't been.
"Well, the bathroom's this way if you really think it should be looked at," she pointed out, leading him through the doorway.
Damn, she must really have a nice pair of jugs under there, he thought to himself. I sure would like to get in there and find out for my self.
At the sink he ran cold water over her finger and saw that it was nothing. He thought he better justify the trip so he took a bottle of alcohol from the medicine chest and poured it over the cut.
"Ouch!" she cried, grabbing his arm for support.
"Sorry it hurt," he said. But he wasn't really sorry at all. The slight pain she might have felt was surely nothing compared to the pleasurable sensation with which he was rewarded when she grabbed him. Her hand only gripped his arm for a second but it was different with various other parts of her anatomy. Not only did he get to feel the resilient heft of her breasts again, but the firm lengths of her legs against his as well.
Since the design of her lounging pajamas fully covered her legs all the way to her ankles, he had been trying to imagine what they looked like for sometime. The rounded curve of her bottom was clearly defined through the silky fabric, but her legs were hidden inside the wide and mysterious folds of the pajama legs. She was tall enough that they had to be pretty long, he thought, and now that he had been granted a touch he was sure they must be firm and shapely as well. But to have touched them with only his leg was frustrating. What he really wanted to do was have her pajama pants off and be able to run his fingers up and down their smooth surface at will.
Jane was not getting any more sober at all. In fact the drinks were now beginning to dissolve the inhibitions she had been afraid to lose.
The kid must have felt that, she thought to herself. And the expression on his face when I rammed my tits into him makes me think it's not my age he has his mind on.
They were on the way back to the living room when he noticed it. As they walked together through a doorway he suddenly felt the touch of his glans against the inside of his shorts and realized that he had a whopping erection. He looked guiltily down at it and discovered to his embarrassment that it was quite visible underneath the material of his pants. When he raised his eyes from tell-tale lump he found himself looking straight into her eyes.
Her expression made it clear that his eyes were not the only ones that had noted the bulging point. He stopped in the doorway and shuffled his feet nervously before speaking.
"Ash, Mrs. Spicer… " he began, a sheepish grin upon his face, "I… uh… I don't know how to… ”
He broke off in midsentence but to his surprise her face told him no apology was necessary. Afterward he couldn't remember who took the step that closed the gap between them, but somehow he found himself sideways in the doorway with his arms wrapped around her and his face in her hair. The long-desired feel of her buxom breasts was finally his and, as his searching hands roamed over her curvaceous body, his eager fingers closed over the hard swell of her rear and the soft expanse of her upper back. The turgid instrument that had embarrassed him so much just a few seconds before was now pressed tightly against the yielding flesh of her warm front.
He moved his lips through her abundant blonde hair and past her ear, settling in the smooth hollow of her collarbone. The warm scent of her perfume filled his nostrils and he realized he'd been smelling it for a long time without realizing its source. The thought of being able to gain access to the firm flesh encased in her tightly fitting brassiere set a new surge of desire through his loins and made his member throb stiffly.
She set herself against him like a snake, molding every part of her front into his. What she was doing was far, far ahead of the words being spoken between them. Her sense of time was so mixed-up that she was just getting around to answering the last words he had spoken even though in her mind it seemed to have been only a few seconds before.
"Not 'Mrs. Spicer’ Rodney. Just 'Jane’ Call me 'Jane’," she said, her voice blurred by drinks.
It was as though the last obstacle was removed for Rodney. Her asking him to call her by her first name seemed to cancel out her role as his girl friend's mother. She wasn't Jerri's mother anymore to him or anybody's mother. She was a completely separate woman, an extremely sexy female that he wanted to make love to. He had been wanting to all night, he realized, and maybe even before she offered him the first drink. Now the possibility of getting what he wanted was before him at last. He didn't want to wait.
"Then let's stay out of the living room, Jane,” he said in a husky voice. "Show me where your bedroom is.”
It was what she wanted from him and she showed him it was. She stood on her tiptoes and pressed against him before leading him away. As her body rose upward, he felt her breasts and pelvic mound rub against his body. She boldly pressed her palms against his hard stomach, fingers downward, and slid them unerringly inside his belt and down into the front of his pants. She quickly found the top of his shorts and slipped one of her hands inside right next to his skin. She pushed her fingers down through the mass of curls and brazenly wrapped them around the stiff shaft.
"Okay, I'll show you where it is. Just promise me you'll give me plenty of this hot meat and we're on our way right now!”
"Right on!" he exclaimed. "What're we waiting for?”
She took him by the hand and pulled him through the semidark hallway and on past the bathroom. It was completely dark now and he couldn't see where they were going at all, but since she was familiar with the house she yanked him on behind her without slowing down. He side-swiped a table with his hip, hit his knee against some hidden obstruction, and banged his foot against the bottom of the hat rack as he followed her wild lead.
Even when they got to her bedroom she didn't turn on the lights. He felt her hands on his belt and remained standing while she jerked his pants down to his ankles. She half guided, half pushed him across the floor till his calves struck the edge of what turned out to be her bed. His knees bent backward under his own weight and he fell across the mattress.
"Hey, hold on. It's black as pitch in here and I can't see a damn thing. Flip the light on, okay?" he exclaimed.
"Who wants to just look?" she answered. "Use your hands and feel for what you want. Feel me!”
In the darkness beside the bed he could hear the sensuous sound of her silky lounging pajamas sliding off her body. There were a few rustlings and the sound of some bracelets hitting the floor. The knowledge that the woman must be standing nearly naked only a few feet away from him excited him strongly, yet he felt a little disappointed at not being the one to make her that way. If the light had been on and he had been able to see her strip the clothes from her long-limbed body it would have been different, but he felt a little deprived at not having gotten his hands on the clothes himself.
"You're cheating, Jane,” he laughed. "If I can't see you come out of your clothes the least you could have done is let me be the one to get them off." He heard her kick her shoes onto the floor and then heard her walking toward the bed.
"Don't worry, lover," she purred. "I thought you might like to help me out a little with that. I left a few things on just for you to strip.”
As she got to the bed he heard the unmistakable sound of her legs swishing together and knew she must still be wearing her panty hose. Good. She was telling the truth about leaving a few goodies for him to take off. He felt the edge of the mattress sag under the weight of her body and then her hands were on his chest and his shirt was unbuttoned like lightning. He grabbed for her in the dark and managed only to graze the outside of her thigh with his outstretched fingers.
"C'mere," he yelled. "I don't know how you keep this bedroom so god damned dark but if you're going to play hide and seek you sure as hell have to stay still long enough for me to get my hands on you!”
"Hahaha," she laughed drunkenly. "You're the one that's moving around so much. Hold still and let me hold that big hard cock of yours again.”
He was drunk but he knew he wasn't that drunk. He knew he hadn't been moving around any and it dawned on him that she was so drunk she thought he was in motion and she was standing still. He kicked his shoes off and let his pants fall from his, ankles onto the floor. Now he was free to move. He got on his hands and knees and crawled toward the head of the bed. Halfway there he nailed her. She was lying on her stomach with her heels swinging in the air. He grabbed an ankle, forced her foot to the bed, and followed the taut, silky surface of her leg all the way to the junction of her thighs.
She loved the feel of his hands on her, especially when he got to the inner side of her thighs. She dug an elbow into the bed and flipped onto her side. She was facing him now and her half-naked front was aching to be touched. His hand raced up the slick surface of her inner thighs, passed teasingly across the bulging mound of her swollen genitals, and fastened on the elastic of her waistband.
"See, honey," she reminded him, "isn't it more fun to feel than to look?”
"It sure is," he agreed, as he frantically tugged the wispy mesh of her panty hose down past her groin and over her knees. "You won't be needing these, will you?" he said. "Not if you want me to get in where I can really do you some good.”
"No. When you get that big prick going inside my pussy I don't want to feel anything between us," she answered. "You got some more to go though, honey. I don't run around with my tits hanging out like some girls do. You're going to have to get my bra off before you can get to them.”
"No problem," he excitedly told her. "I've been dying to get my hands on those big knockers of yours ever since I got a peek at them when you were cleaning the drink off my foot. I'd find some way to get at them fuckers if I had to work my way through sheet metal.”
"It's a lot easier than that," she said. "Here, go ahead and get a nice feel if you like them that much.”
She took one of his hands and drew it up her stomach to the tightly fitting undergarment and laid his palm over the point of one of the fully packed cups. Just as he felt the brassiere under his fingers, he stripped her panty hose the rest of the way off her feet and sailed them into the air. He heard them strike the-wall with a soft sound and heard them slide through a collection of cosmetic bottles on her dresser. He put his free hand on the point of her other brassiere cup and began to knead them like dough.
"Ahhhh," she sighed.
He wedged his knee between hers and slid it up her thighs until it reached the damp, naked big V. It required no force at all on his part because as soon as she felt the touch of his hairy knee on the inside of her leg she spread herself open and let him in.
Rodney was so used to dating girls his own age who went braless that the touch of his hands on the fabric of her brassiere felt peculiar to him. Peculiar, yes, but also very exciting. Getting under girls' clothes and getting his hands on their naked breasts had always been a highly stimulating thing for him to do. Yet he discovered that feeling the breasts under cover of the undergarment's fabric was somehow quite exciting in itself. It was almost more fun than grabbing for them and feeling the nakedness of them on the first contact. He massaged them heavily for several seconds, but she didn't want to wait any longer.
"Go ahead, lover,” she said in a low voice. "Don't be bashful. Go ahead and get rid of my bra so you can get your hands on me where it really counts.”
Rodney ran his hands past her ribs and sought the clasp at the center of her back. She arched her back and raised high off the bed to help him and the motion produced the unexpected but exciting sensation of her naked, curly-haired pelvis against his. He fumbled with the clasp until he gave up and told her to turn over on her side so he could get it off fast.
"Uh-uh, nothing doing," she protested. "It feels too good to have you up against my cunt. Get it off the best way you can.”
He was not usually a violent person but his frustration did have certain limits. He took her at her word. He slipped his fingertips under the bottom of the brassiere and tried in vain to touch her like he wanted to. When that proved impossible because of the large size of her mammaries and the super-taut fit of the tight undergarment, he slipped his other hand underneath the bottom alongside the first, and gave a quick, hard yank.
He heard her grunt sharply and felt the fabric rip as it came off. He heard a metal clasp hit the mirror of her dressing table and something whizzed past his ear like a bullet. "Damn, no wonder chicks don't like to wear these things," he said under his breath.
"Don't worry about the bra," she consoled. "I've got plenty. I was dying to have it off as much as you were.”
He lowered himself forward and for the first time felt the unfettered nakedness of her breasts. No straps or clasps to hamper his access and no cloth to cover the nipples and mar his enjoyment. He ran his fingers over them with pure joy. The creamy texture of the skin was something he noticed earlier just from seeing the tops of them but what surprised him was how firm they were. Jerri's were firmer, sure. But not that much firmer considering the age difference. And Jerri's were a little smaller too, so it was easier for them to be firm.
He lay full length on her, moving his knee from the junction of her thighs and letting his penis fall flush on the mat of curls. The bottom of it touched her mound and the end pointed toward her navel. He worked his hips back and forth a few times while he continued to massage her naked breasts.
"Listen, Rodney, you don't have to fool around with me to heat me up," she abruptly said. "Maybe you're used to doing that with girls at college but you don't have to with me. I've been wanting to feel your cock in me ever since I stuck my hand in your pants at the doorway. I was thinking about it even before that.”
"Groovy!" he exclaimed. "You can be damned sure I'm hot for it. Here it comes, baby!”
She opened wide and grabbed his hips. He raised a few inches above her and came down slowly, feeling himself a path through the thick pubic hair with his hand. When he touched the opening to her orifice he was glad to find it very wet. He stuck in one finger and she responded by squeezing her thighs on it so tight he could barely get it out.
"Wow, you really meant it when you said you were ready for action, didn't you? You're so fucking wet down there you don't even need to be fingered first at all," he said.
"God no," she cried. "I want it now, Rodney. Right now. Just go ahead and slip that nice, sweet thing all the way to the hilt. Let me have it. Go ahead!”
He moved his finger and replaced it with his penis. The hot head of it entered the red, shiny flesh of her vulva and he felt her squeeze her legs together to get all she could from it. There was obviously no need to worry about hurting her. From the way she was moving under him, he might be the one to be hurt if he wasn't careful. He speeded his stroke, plunging the glans deep inside her. The lovely warmth of her velvety-ridged vaginal walls massaged his shaft and he cried out in pleasure.
"Damn, but you're good and hot!" he exclaimed. "Stay right where you are, baby. I'll give you any kind of fucking you want if you keep that kind of loving coming to me.”
"What I want from you is what you're giving me right now, lover," she panted. "I can see I'm going to come before long. Just keep feeding it to me.”
He turned slightly sideways and gave her a little special attention on one side of her vagina, then switched to the other side for a few minutes. He couldn't see her face but he could tell she went for it by the way she grunted and moved her hands on his moving hips.
She reached up and put her arm around his neck, drawing him down so his face was next to hers. She jammed her lips to his and kissed him wetly, then opened her mouth and began frenching him. She put his hand to one of her breasts and pushed it up so he'd feel its nipple against his chest. Then she pulled her mouth free of his and whispered into his ear.
"You got me about to go right now, but I'd love for you to do a little work on my tits. Lemme feel you-" she began, but he acted on her request so quickly that he cut her off.
She had so many delights which he was letting some go to waste. He'd been massaging her breasts ever since he got her brassiere off, but for some dumb reason he hadn't thought of doing anything to them with his mouth. And the fact that she herself had suggested it made it even more exciting. He planted his lips on one of her nipples and buried his nose in the softness above it.
"Ahhh," she sighed, "that's beautiful. I love to have you suck me like that.”
His organ had never stopped its slow but regular penetration of the slick sex flesh below. Now, as his lips worked on the juicy tips of her proffered breasts, she felt the stiff member go a little faster in and out. From the way he was acting it seemed to her he couldn't help himself, that his penis was going a little out of his control. This only made her hotter.
"Ummmm yes!" she cried, "That's what I wanted. Let me feel your mouth on my tits while you work my cunt over like… oh God, like that… like that. Oh shit, what a good stiff cock you've got, lover. I don't care if you are-my daughter's boyfriend. I know you must have shoved this thing in her pussy plenty of times but I don't care about that. I've got it now and I want you to… oh God, I'm about to come… I want you to fuck the shit out of me!”
Rodney was thankful she was near her peak. He couldn't last much longer himself. He loved sinking his hard cock in deep and he loved hearing her tell him about it. Maybe Jerri's body was a little sexier than Jane's, he thought, but only because her younger years made it firmer than her mom's. What added to Jane's sexiness was the way she talked to him in bed. Jerri was hardly shy in that department, but her mom seemed even better,. He felt a familiar hot pressure in his groin and knew he was nearly there.
"Take it, Jane, take it!" he yelled. "Spread your fucking cunt and take every inch I'm throwing to you. I'm right on top of it now and I'm gonna you ass any… oh shit, baby… any minute… God damn, here it comes!”
Jane gave it everything she had. She humped herself upward like a rutting animal. She put her hands on the back of his head and pushed his wet tongue and lips into her hungry breasts. Even before she felt his sperm shoot out her orgasm had begun. When it finally came, she rammed herself against him like lightning.
"Shoot me the shit, lover!" she yelled. "Fill me up with, it, fill me up… oh… oooh… aaaaaaiiiii!”
The force of his tremendous release wracked his body, causing him to roll off her body and onto the bed. He still had his mouth tightly enclosed around one of her nipples so she rolled with him. It would have hurt any other time, but she was still in the throes of her climax and didn't care what he did as long as he left his penis in till she finished. She put her face in his hair and he felt the hot warmth of her breath on his scalp.
"Got your nuts off real good, didn't you, lover? It felt like a flood of hot paste inside me when you shot off," she told him, her breathing still ragged.
Rodney thought since she was older and-he thought-more experienced, he'd better make sure he'd done enough for.her. "You… you sure were yelling a lot, so I guess you came but… I mean, did you get enough? Was I-" he began.
Jane smiled broadly, her eyes still closed. "Oh, you did just fine, Rodney. Just fine. I was just aching for a cuntful of that hard meat and you gave it to me real nice. I came, okay, if that's what you're worrying about.”
How sweet of him, she thought. How naive and endearing of him to want to make sure he'd pleased her. A far cry from the way Harry had been, she mused. And Terry, too-although for different reasons. At least he had brought her to orgasm even if it was just with his mouth. Harry hadn't even been able to do that much, the old fart.
They were both still feeling their drinks to a considerable degree. But the great expenditure of energy had sobered her up a little. The trickle of his sperm ran slowly out from the folds of her warm vagina and tickled her sensitive skin. She felt wonderful. I don't know what I'll think of seducing my own daughter's boyfriend in the morning, but right now I don't feel a damn bit guilty, she though to herself.
She was very aware of the fact that sex seemed easier and more desirable for her with each new partner. With Harry and with Terry it had been the act itself which shamed her. Now it was beginning to change. The embarrassment was not nearly so acute. And the reason for it was not what she'd done so much as concern about someone, finding out about it. Having a complete, full session with a man-good hard fucking with a cock that was stiff and didn't wear out too fast-made her feel better than she had in a long time.
It was still unusually dark in the bedroom. Jane's idea of making Rodney feel for her in the blackness without turning on the lights had been different and exciting for him but as he lay beside her, gradually getting his breath back, he wished he could see her naked body. Neither of them had any way to see any better than the other. After a few minutes had passed Jane heard his breathing grow strong and regular again. A little while later he spoke. "Why don't you turn on the lights now?" he asked.
She was flattered at his request. It pleased her to see how he still wanted to look at her even though she had already let him have intercourse with her. But she still felt like teasing him.
"Sure, lover,” she replied, "if you like. Nothing wrong with you feeling around some like before, though, if you want to do that. But you want to see my naked tits and pussy, don't you?”
"You know it!" he agreed enthusiastically. "But I think you'll be pretty interested in seeing me, too.”
Could it be that…? No, it wasn't possible, Jane thought. Surely he didn't mean that he already…
She put her hand on his leg and then moved her fingers upward. To her surprise his penis had grown and was hard as a rock! It couldn't have been more than thirty minutes or so since it was wet and limp as a dishrag, now here it was back again.
He heard her little gasp of surprise. His chest swelled. She must be used to older guys, he realized, guys who couldn't get it up again after one go-around. "What's wrong?" he chided. "You too tired to take me on again and think I'm gonna rape you or something?" He chuckled in the dark as he felt her hand eagerly exploring him.
"That's not it at all, lover. I'm just marveling at how fast you got it up again. A woman's always ready to go-it's the guy who holds things up by giving out. If you stick your fingers back in there where you had them you'll find out I'm still damned hot and wet in there.”
She flipped on the light to let him get his way and see her naked. She was more interested in pleasing him now than before-apparently he was young enough and strong enough to give her more love. A second encounter with him was even better than she'd expected.
She looked terribly sensual with her long hair strewn over her ears and shoulders, he thought. And the small pile of undergarments tossed around the room added even more to the picture. Just wait till he got his hands on those nice big jugs of hers again, he thought, grinning at her and feeling her hands on his organ as he moved toward her.
Riiing!
The phone stopped them. At first she started to just let it ring but her curiosity at who'd be calling at that hour got the better of her and she slid off the bed and answered it.
It was Jerri. She was going to not only spend the night with her date but go swimming with him the next day at the lake. Would Mom please get into her luggage and have her white bikini ready for her when she came by, she wanted to know. They would be in a big hurry and Mom would just be a dear if she'd help her.
"Okay, but now-" Jane said before she heard the dial tone. Jerri hadn't been able to wait, and yelled "Thanks!" barely before Jane could get her wits about her.
She told Rodney they couldn't let Jerri discover them together after what had happened. But she was so anxious to have more love from him it wouldn't do at all for him to leave. He told her not to worry about Jerri seeing his car because it was parallel parked among lots of others on the street. He was peeved at Jerri now and wanted to keep on with Jane for the night.
"No, it's too dangerous for you to be in my bedroom. She might dash in for something. Go up to the guest bedroom and hide there till she comes and goes," she said.
She quickly got dressed and started pulling a comb through her love-rumpled hair. She was a little nervous and asked Rodney to fix her a drink. Before she found the swimsuit for Jerri and got Rodney hidden, she was into the second drink -and this on top of her earlier ones. With him upstairs out of danger, Jeri's stop just took a minute. Everything went off smoothly and she was gone again in a flash, but Jane had a new problem. She was sleepy. The additional drinks had simply been too much.
I’ll just rest here a minute before telling Rodney the coast is clear, she thought to herself. But the chair was too comfortable. She dawdled a few minutes and then fell back asleep. She was so tired and sleepy she didn't even hear her glass hit the carpet when it fell from her hand.
Rodney heard the noise and looked down from the upstairs hall. He saw what had happened at once. He laughed and started to go wake her up, but then he suddenly realized that someone else had heard the noise and had-come to investigate.
Several yards away, at the opposite end of the hall, a door opened and Karen walked out rubbing her eyes and peering down into the living room. And what she was wearing made Rodney rivet his attention on her young body and forget all about the woman asleep in the chair.