Chapter 8
Her event with Laura on the yacht had had a calming effect upon her. Jean seemed more at ease with herself and peaceful these days. It appeared that unconsciously she had come to some sort of decision about herself.
She was performing her family chores now with the old determination and interset and prepared a nice steak dinner for David.'Tt's delicious, mom. Nice to have a home-cooked meal for a change."
"I know, Dave, and I'm sorry. But you have to understand it's going to take a little time before I get my head back in place."
She decided to be bold and venture a probe.
"How's Ronnie been. I haven't seen him in a while. Are you boys still friends."
"He's been with his girl Cathy a lot lately. I really haven't seen too much of him."
"Why don't you invite him over for dinner some night?
"His father just bought him a van. He's been taking Cathy out a lot."
Fueled with the knowledge I gave him, she mused. She had broke his virginity and he was testing his power with his girlfriend. The tart must be dizzy from his advances.
She mulled it over a few days and decided to throw caution to the winds and give him a call. She had no idea what she would say if someone besides Ronnie should answer. She called about three o'clock when the boys got out of school figuring that was her best chance to catch him alone.
She made the call the next day from a pay phone so Dave wouldn't be suspicious. She put the dime in the slot with trembling fingers and prayed it would be him that answered. The phone rang three times before someone picked it up.
"Hello."
"Yes, who's this."
"It's Mrs. Meyers, I mean Jean."
Miraculously it had been him. She was so distraught she had almost forgotten what she was calling about. Calling herself by her last name betrayed her scrambled thought processes.
"Eh, hello, how's David ... I mean how are you?"
"Fine. Yourself?"
"Great. My pop got me a van. I been seeing Cathy a lot these days."
"Oh really?"
"Yeah, she's more my age you know." That hurt. Her eyes began to well-up. "Liste, Ron, I'm sorry for being pushy the last time. Maybe I can make it up to you."
"How so."
His tone was confident. He had changed a little, obviously from his current success with his girlfriend, and no doubt inspired by Jean's expertise that had trumped up his self image."
"I thought maybe you could meet me in the city and rent a hotel room."
Here the boy hesitated, "I don't know Jean. Dave's a good friend and I wouldn't want to hurt his feelings."
"How do you think I feel-he's my son."
He did not offer any reply. She quickly added:
"I miss you, honey, let me show you how much."
That sparked his interest.
"Okay, when's a good time." She pressed her luck.
"How about right now."
He thought to himself-this bitch is hot.
"As long as we're home for eight o'clock. I have a date with Cathy."
He sure learned fast. Only seventeen and he was attempting to dangle two women at the same time. Okay, if that's the way he wanted it. She would compete against the bitch and let the best one win.
"That's fine. I can't wait to taste your cock in my mouth."
She said it to fire him up but her brazeness had taken him by surprise.
"I'm not kidding, Mrs. Meyers, I have to be back before eight."She decided to end it before she ruined everything.
"All right. Meet me at the Biltmore in an hour."
"If I'm not there wait for me," and he hung up.
She left the phone booth and took a deep breath. She would be competing for his time now and she must be prepared for him with a sharp killer instinct. Her clit tingled and she walked to extinguish it.
Her guilt was beginning to fade from her thoughts lately. Her experiences were becoming more common and she was beginning to look at her problem with a mature attitude.
Her mind settled on the ;urrent problem. She would have to be extremely seductive and alluring to capture his interest this time. No passionate moment born of itself would be enough to charm him anymore.
Rather than go home and risk David viewing her primping up for a heavy date, she would have to make her wardrobe a brand new one and pick out an outfit in a store.
In the city she went first to the red light district to and found the perfect kinky store that had the item she was looking for. It was a black garter belt with red trim and she decided to forego the heels for fear that she would intimidate him. She would use the small ones she had on.
An hour on the button from when she had last spoken to him she was standing in front of the Biltmore. The passing men stared at her lewdly like she was a cheap tart. She held the bag holding the garter in her hand and waited patiently for her young lover. The leer of the men as they passed by her held a strange attraction and she felt it in her cut. She was aroused not only from their seeming awareness of what she was up to but the idea that it was her, by God, they were imaging it of. The past few months had changed her in a way she had never conceived.
She saw a bright blue van park about a block from where she was standing. Ronnie got out and he was wearing very short, cut-down jeans. His bulge was clearly visible and his strong chest rhythmically swayed from his cocky, confidant walk.
She hoped he would make the first friendly gesture.
His eyes met hers for a split second and then he turned away his blushing face. Then he seemed to gather his courage and with a stern lip said:
"Hello Jean, it's good to see you."
Then he came to her and lightly kissed her on the lips, not the cheek-it was a good omen.
"Let's go in," she said.
They entered and amidst the insulting stares of the manager and crew they signed their names on the register. Now their affair was official. Their signatures gleamed back at hem from the wet ink of a newly signed contract.
Her pride in his brave behavior took a little bit of the sting out of her guilt. She knew this was as difficult for him as it was for her and his actions had been mature.
He took her arm and they headed to the elevator. The doors closed and she kissed him immediately. He pushed her away.
"Wait a second, will ya, we'll be there in a minute."
. She was annoyed by her undisciplined attack. She had to be careful not to increase his anxiety. The illicitness of a public inn was wearing on her nerves; it had to be working on his too.
They got off at seven and searched for the room. A couple which was obviously a prostitute and her John giggled and twiddled their way down the hallway. She took the key and opened the door quickly because Ronnie was staring at them and casing them and possibly losing his nerve.
"Come on, Ronnie, the door's open."
He turned and looked at her and nodded toward them.
"Is that what we look like?"
"No not at all," she lied, " besides, no one will see us. Hurry."
They entered and closed the door and she put her purse on the seat.
"Stay here, I have something to show you."
The only way to defeat his nervousness was to get him aroused as quickly as possible. She removed her garments and put on the seductive garters. She left her stockings on in a fit of creativity and put her black shoes back on. She went back to the room.
"Wow," was the only thing he could think of.
She moved toward him before he could change his mind and grabbed his crotch and kissed him at the same time. She stuck her tongue deep into his mouth and played with his teeth and ran a hand through his soft black hair.
She took her mouth off him and he was out of breath.
"Whew, I've never been kissed like that before."
Touche', she thought. I won the first round. His inexperienced girlfriend could not compete with her expertise.
She unzipped his fly and removed his cock from his pants. She bent down and kissed the head while she held it in her hand. She began licking.
She took her hand off it and grabbed him by his ass cheeks and drew him closer. She placed her face on his cock and balls and rubbed it, treating it like it was seperate from him.
Her actions had the desired effect and his sturdy cock rose. As it did so she rubbed the shaft along her cheeks and squeezed his buttocks in her hand.
She kissed and licked the shaft ever so slowly and she could hear his heavy breathing. The she snapped at it with her lips and tongue to titillate him into a frenzy. She was determined to raise the intensity of his passion past the point of his guilt and nervousness.
When she was sure it was as hard as a rock, she stood up and kissed his neck and face while jerking his prick with her hand. Her free hand unbuckled his belt and she pulled his denim shorts down and grabbed his ass and kneaded it.
"Take off your clothes, Ronnie, so you can make love to ffip," she whispered.
He stood away from her with his cock lewdly protruding from his open pants. His beautiful blue eyes glazed underneath his furry brow and his chest heaved in passion. He undressed and came to her.
"Take me in your strong arms and fuck me Ronnie."
Her words brought him over the edge and he pulled her toward him. He kissed her hard and long and she opened her eyes to see that his were closed in a delicious swoon.
She lead him toward the bed by moving backwards and she fell on it pulling him down on top of her. They continued kissing in a long embrace and she inched her way up the bed until they were dead center.
He cupped her breasts as he passionately kissed her and she pulled on his sturdy cock with both hands and felt his balls. He moved his mouth to her bloated nipple and licked it with the underbelly of his tongue. It sent a wave of delight rocketing through her.
He was much more professional in arousing her than he had been that first time. He had gained in his cockiness from that incident, which had boosted his self-image, and which had obviously practiced with his girlfriend. He moved to her other breast and she sighed in relief from her passion.
He sucked the nipple full and hard and then he stuck a finger up her cunt and jerked it in and out. She still had hold of his prick and squeezed it tightly to force him to put it in.
He took his cock from her and played with it on the lips of her cunt till the tip was wet from her juices. Then he stuck it half the way into her and she rammed against him to suck in the other half.
She bucked underneath him before he had a chance to move. He bit her tit to halt her frenzied action. This stopped her momentarily and he laid his full weight upon her and pinned her arms to keep her still while he fucked her.
He held her arms and kissed her while his prick pelted her cunt with long strokes of the iron hard shaft. She eased up and spread her legs wide to allow him easier entry. He rammed her with all his weight and their bellies slapped with the sweat from their motion.
"Fuck me from the back. Turn me over."
He stopped for a moment and looked at her strangely. For a second she thought that she had lost him, had turned him off by her weird urge. Actually, she was trying to give him a taste of everything and hypnotize him with her charms.
"I want to feel your cock all the way in me. You're a great lover," she beseeched him.
He took his prick from her cunt and she was burning to have it back, . She turned onto her knees and raised her ass toward him. She spread her ass cheeks to give him a good view of her crack and keep his passion tingling. Then she begged him to fuck her.
"Give me your cock, Ronnie, come on. Fuck me."
She reached her hands from underneath and groped for his pecker with eager hands. He held his prick from the bottom and guided it home to her luscious hole. She cupped his balls as he entered her.
They stood glued together like that for a long moment, his prick buried bone-deep in her cunt, and her hands clutching his balls to her for dear life. She came in a long ecstatic moment as she felt the head of his cock peircing her womb. "Ohhhhhhhhhh....."
He coming seemed to make him a maniac now. Watching her writhe like a slut from the heat of her spasm brought out the beast in him. He pulled back and jammed his heavy prick in and out of her from tip to stem.
"That's it baby, fuck me hard. Oooo."
He bent over and took her breasts in his hands and squezzed them hard. When the woman issued a cry of delight he increased his squeezing to a fearful mauling. He banged into her from the back with great force and her face was beet red and sweating and she was frothing a little from the mouth.
"That hurts, lover, oh."
But he was to charged up to give her any heed. She had raised him to fever pitch and would now have to bear the consequences.
"Here, baby. Wait a minute. Let me get on top of you."
The idea struck his fancy and he let up on her. He removed his prick and it was gleaming from her dewy discharge. She kissed it and told him to lie down.
When he was on his back she climbed aboard and her wet hole plopped down on his prick and engulfed it to the balls. Her tits were dangling right before his eyes, their nipples still pert and enlarged. As she slowly began' her gyrations atop him the softly beat his face with their fluffy touch.
She increased her rhythm and brought her breasts to bear on his muscular chest and rubbed them against it. She kissed him while bobbing up and down and she rode his cock through two orgasms which left her breathless and which she announced as the waves hit her.
"Oooo, lover oh yes, I'm coming, aaaaaaaa."
Then again.
""Here I come again, ah, don't move, ah, aaaaaaaaaah!"
And then she relaxed in a heap upon him. She licked the sweat from his chest and face and kissed him gently. When she had regained vigor she hopped off his cock. She told him:
"I'm going to suck your cock and swallow your come."
"What," he said.
But before he could voice objection she was on his prick and heartily sucking it from top to bottom. Obviously the boy had never heard of the ritual and was a bit taken aback. It was all part of her attack on his emotion for her. She wanted to make him dependent on her charm and expertise.
He watched her head bob with her eyes closed and the devotion with which she loved his cock. This woman must love him, or she was a sicky for wanting to swallow his sperm. Before he could make a decision his cock began to stiffen preparatory to coming.
She let her mouth cover only the head now and she jerked his penis. He shot his first load directly into her mouth and she saw her jaw close tighter over his prick to swallow it down her throat. Then she bolted up on her hands with her mouth still clasped on the head and sucked with every spasm of his ejaculating prick.
Finally she was done and looked up at him with dreamy eyes and her tongue wiping her lips which were smacking in obvious pleasure. She looked at his prick which she still held in her hand and squuezed it. A last drop of sperm sprung out the tip and stood there. She bent down and eagerly lapped up the remaining drop and kept squeezing and pulling to make sure there was no more.
Ronnie closed his eyes in sheer exhaustion. He fell out for a minute or two and recounted the events as they had happened. It was the greatest thing that had ever happened to him.
Cathy, his girlfriend was always willing, but she was no match compared to Jean. She really knew how to turn a man on and, boy, she sure could make love. And then the way she had swallowed his sperm ... whew.
He felt her move by his side and nuzzle against his ear with her nose and mouth. She still had a hand on his pecker like she wasn't ever going to let it go.
"I have to go now, Jean. It's getting late."
Those words snapped her her out of her sapped state.
"It's early, hon. And besides," she said still fondling his prick, "I hoped we could make a night of it."
She was jerking his prick now, trying to get it back to life. It was having its desired effect and his will was weakening.
"But I made a promise. I shouldn't break it."
"Well, how important is she to you," as she moved her head down to his half-hard penis and began mouthing it.
He watched her make love to his cock and thought how hard it was to get a blow job from Cathy. The bitch loved to fuck, true, but nothing as compared to this hot mama.
"Not so much I guess, just a lay."
"I thought so," she said as she continued to mouth his prick, her triumphant gleam hidden behind her mock-closed eyes. "Why don't you call her and tell her you can't make it," she said through a muffled voice, her mouth stuffed with his cock.
"Okay," he said matter-of-factly, trying to give the impression that it was his idea the whole time.
When she heard that she removed from his prick and grabbed the phone off the end table and thrust it into his lap. Better get him to do it now before he changed his mind. The quickness of her action startled him and she put him at ease by saying:
"This way if you call her now we won't have to worry about disturbing ourselves later," and she still held his prick which was again starting to stiffen from her fondling.
"Yeah right, good idea."
She let him dial without distraction. When she heard someone pick up the other end she continued massaging his cock. He looked at her and she smiled, and then she was kissing his firm belly and brought her breasts to bear on his dick.
He explained to his girlfriend that the van had broken down a few miles out on the main highway while coming back from an errand he was running for his mother. He had to wait for a tow truck and probably wouldn't be back till much later. He would call her then.
The girl was not cooperating. She must've asked if there was somebody there with him.
"No, what makes you say that?"
Now Jean clamped her mouth back on his prick to keep his courage up in the hopes of a great reward. She felt him respond as the shaft rose in her warm mouth.
"I told you what happened. Don't be unreasonable," as Jean ran her tongue along the rising shaft.
"Well, that's too damn bad," she heard him say. She was using the dick in her mouth to stop nerselt trom smiling. Ronnie thought she was bearing her teeth to accept more of his cock and he bucked his prick against the back of her throat.
"I'll call you later." And then he added, "If I feel like it," and hung up. "Stupid bitch."
"I can see why she'd be jealous," said Jean to compliment him and gain his favor. "It'll be just the two of us now. It'll be a glorious night, you'll see."
He was about to object. He hadn't agreed to staying the whole night. He was about to say something but Jean had snapped her mouth back on his dick and was feverishly at work.
He settled back for the ride and watched Mrs. Meyers enjoy herself. She could really suck cock. As he watched her head bob up and down he wondered why the hell her husband had ever left her.