Chapter 1
Jessica Jenson sat behind the wheel of her car and watched the young, blond boy pass by. She had been watching him like this for days and she already knew a great deal about him.
She hoped that she would be able to fuck this boy and that this boy would then lead her to his mother, the famous former movie star.
Jessica Jenson was a young television journalist and she was after a scoop, the kind of story that would propel her right to the top of her profession. This story could be that scoop. The boy was seventeen years old and he was the son of Marsha Billings, the famous movie sex symbol.
Jessica watched the boy walk down the street in front of her car and ran through all of the details she had in her mind about Marsha Billings.
The woman was thirty-five now, if studios could be believed. She had become a famous star almost over-night when she appeared in "Revenge of the Vikings." She was twenty-two at that time, married to a soldier and trying to make a little extra money as a model. But, after that film, Marsha Billings never had to worry about money again. Her blonde sex appeal and her child-like, vulnerable quality made her one of the major stars of the screen.
And she could act too. She played very tender parts with warmth and beauty. She was nominated for academy awards two times during her career. One nomination came for her performance in "They Had What They Wanted," and the other came for the performance in "The Only Girl in the World."
Then, two years before, she had suddenly quit the movies and had taken her teen-aged children, a son and a daughter and left Hollywood. For months, no one knew where she was or what she was doing. Then Jessica Jenson got a tip that Marsha Billings was living in the small Massachusetts town where she had grown up, where the people of the town protected her from outsiders and members of the press.
Jessica had been in this town for nearly a week. At first, no one would admit that Marsha Billings lived in this town, that they even knew who she was. But she found one man who liked the way that Jessica looked and she fucked that man for information. It was the way that Jessica had gotten a couple of her major scoops before. She knew that she was attractive with her soft, blonde hair and her round face. She looked like a little girl who had grown up to be a completely professional woman without losing her little-girl charm. That is what men liked most about her, that little-girl charm.
When she had fucked that one man in town, he drove her to the big house at the far end of Maple Drive, the house surrounded by a high wall. That was where the famous actress lived, he said. Her children went to the local high school and she took care of that big house all by herself. She did not have any servants at all.
Jessica thought that that was strange. This wealthy, Hollywood sex goddess was living in a small town and acting like a mother of two children and nothing more. She was acting like a regular housewife, except for one thing. The man from the town who had told Jessica all that he knew about the famous actress's new life did not mention a husband. In fact, he said, he had never seen a man around the big house at all, only the boy and the girl and the mother.
That was strange. Jessica had also researched Marsha's husband, a marine who rose to the rank of major and fought in the Vietnam War. But, after Vietnam, he was not heard from again, at least in the press. The reporters knew that Ted Billings was not dead, but they were not sure what had happened to him.
Jessica watched the young son of Marsha Billings head down the street for his house and she studied him too. He was a good-looking boy, a thin, blond boy with a hairless, tanned face. He was the kind of boy that teen-aged girls usually fell in love with immediately when they saw him walk into the classroom. But Jeff Billings had been in that town for two years and he still did not seem to have a girlfriend. In fact, he did not seem to have any friends at all. He was always alone, walking to and from school with his books under his arm. He walked quickly, as if he were afraid that someone was chasing him. Jessica watched Jeff move into the distance and wondered if he had ever been fucked.
It would be a pleasure to fuck this boy, she thought.
And that is what she intended to do tonight. She would fuck him and then she would ask him to lead her to his mother. That was the way that Jessica would get the scoop, the story that would make her a big-name television star.
Jessica had only been a small-time reporter before with a small-time UHF station in Boston, but that was going to change. She was on her vacation now and she was going to come back from that vacation with word to her bosses that she had gotten an interview with the famous star and an agreement to appear on camera for another interview. Or, she thought quickly, maybe she would not go to her bosses with that story. Maybe she would call the networks in New York City and let one of them bite at her yarn and her interview. That way, she would be able to work for the network and be on national TV every night.
But all of those plans were just fantasies at the moment. She knew that. First, she had to get Jeff Billings on her side and she had already worked out how she would do it.
The young man went one other place besides school. He went to the library every night and checked out a couple of books. It seemed that he spent a great deal of time reading and she wondered if that blond fellow ever really slept.
But that did not matter, not yet. What did matter was that Jessica planned to be at the library that night when he came out of that little building with a couple of books in his hands.
Then she would really put her plan into action.
Jessica smiled and lit a cigarette and sat there behind the steering wheel and wondered about the daughter, Kristy Billings. That girl was not at all like her brother. The man that she had fucked had told Jessica all kinds of stories about the fifteen-year-old daughter of the famous movie star. She was a cheerleader in high school and seemed to be very popular with all of the students, especially the boys. But there had been talk, rumors about her sexual feats, her wild ways even at fifteen. Jessica knew that she would have to investigate those rumors too. She wanted to know as much as she could know about the whole Billings family for her scoop.
Jessica turned the key in the ignition and thought again about how good this story was going to be for her career.
She had heard all the stories about journalists who had become overnight sensations with one story. She knew about all of those second-string reporters who had gone to Texas with President Kennedy in November of 1963 because no senior members of the press wanted to be bothered with that type. Those journalists who had gone had suddenly found that; they were senior members of the press after they covered that national tragedy. That was the thing that made journalism so strange, Jessica thought. Often, what was bad for the country was good for the journalists who covered it. And Jessica knew that she would never get anywhere if she started worrying about what was bad for the country or bad for the people involved in her stories. So what if Marsha Billings just wanted to be left alone? So what if she had had some kind of tragedy in her life that no one really knew anything about? Jessica knew that she was going to have to uncover as much as possible about that famous movie star, whether it hurt her or not. Get the facts and let the chips fall where they may, one of her professors in journalism school had said to her and that was the way that she had to work. Besides, she thought, the people of America wanted to know what had happened to their beloved star. They had paid millions of dollars to see her on the screen and they wanted her back on that screen if they could get her. If they could not get her, they at least wanted to know what had happened to her and what had happened to her family. Jessica found that she was especially intrigued with the questions about her husband, the war hero who had just disappeared from public view. Was he still alive? Was he injured in some way in Vietnam? She wanted answers. All America wanted answers to those questions.
Jessica was only twenty-four years old. She hoped that she was up to this kind of story. There were so many questions to be asked, she thought as she drove down the little street. So many questions and so many things to uncover. She took a deep breath and determined to uncover as much as she could.
She would start in the uncovering of the story that night when she met Jeff Billings outside the library.
That night, she parked her car in front of the little library building and got out of the car and opened the hood. She was wearing a pair of white shorts and a T-shirt that showed off her girlish curves. She knew that she was attractive to men, but she wanted one man only that night, the teen-aged son of Marsha Billings. She knew that Jeff was in the library. She had seen him go into the building from where she had parked the car about a block away. She would be the helpless woman in distress for Jeff Billings. Jessica knew that no man would be able to resist playing a knight in shining armor.
She was bending over, twitching her ass in the cool night air, when Jeff Billings came out of the library. She was looking under the hood of the car.
When she heard the footsteps coming up behind her, she turned and saw the blond young man.
He was very handsome in a boyish way she thought. Then, she asked him her prepared question.
"Could you help me?" she asked. "I think that there is something wrong with my car."
The teen-ager grinned at her. Jessica had done her homework well. She had learned that Jeff Billings liked to tinker with cars and she had loosened the fan-belt of this car just a little bit, so that he would be able to correct the belt and be her hero.
It was late spring and Jeff wore white at night, just as Jessica did. He was wearing a T-shirt and a pair of white jeans. When Jessica looked at him from this close, she immediately realized that he was muscular in his slimness, that his body was taut with strength, boyish, thin strength, a special kind that she liked most of all. She also thought that they would go well together. She was blonde and his hair was light too. They were both wearing white that night and she remembered that he was Jeff and she was Jessica. Everything seemed to point toward a union between them on this late spring night and looking at the teen-aged boy, the young journalist hoped that she be united with him. She found Jeff Billings very sexy.
The young man did not say anything. He just set the books that he carried on the top of the car and walked to the front of the vehicle. He peered under the hood for a second and then tightened the fan-belt with an easy motion of his hand. Then he smiled up.
"Is it all right now?" Jessica asked, knowing that it was all right.
Jeff nodded his head.
"Thank you very much," the blonde said, twisting her body in her tight shorts and T-shirt and looking the young mart over as she complimented him. "You are my hero tonight."
The young man blushed, but did not say anything.
"What is your name?" Jessica asked.
"J-J-Jeff," the young man stammered. Then he turned his face away from her and seemed ashamed that he had finally had to speak, had shown off his affliction to this sexy, young woman.
He was a stutterer.
That explained a great deal, the journalist thought. That explained why he did not run around with other kids. She knew that high school students could be very cruel and Jeff had probably faced a lot of cruelty because of his affliction. He seemed ashamed of it. But he was still handsome and sexy, the journalist thought. Stutter or no stutter, she wanted to fuck this boy.
"Would you like to have a ride somewhere, Jeff?" the journalist asked, ignoring his stammer and smiling at him to let him know that she was still interested in him.
The young man stood up and shrugged his shoulders.
"I am new in town," Jessica said, leaning against the car and watching the young man's eyes go down to her braless tits that moved inside her T-shirt. "Maybe you could show me around."
Again, he shrugged his shoulders. But Jessica was not going to be denied. She picked up the books that he had put on the top of her car and looked at them. He had checked out two novels, one by F. Scott Fitzgerald and one by Thomas Wolfe. She smiled at him.
"These are two of my favorite writers too," she said softly. "I think that they are both fine stylists."
"I-I-I-I like them," Jeff said bashfully.
Jessica threw the books into the opened car window and opened the door on the driver's side.
"Come on," she said. "Show me around town."
The boy could not deny her. He was attracted to her. The journalist knew that. And she also knew that he felt good with her because she did not even seem to notice his stammer. He walked around to the other side of the car and shut the hood before he got in.
When Jessica turned the key in the ignition, the motor purred like a kitten. She listened to it for a second and then turned to Jeff.
"Thank you again, Jeff," she said. "It sounds just fine. You are really my hero."
The boy blushed again as Jessica pulled away from the curb and started down the road. She was driving to the edge of town. She did not really need anyone to show her around, but if the boy wanted to point out some of the landmarks of the area, that would be all right with her.
But Jeff did not point anything out. He kept his eyes on Jessica, as if he already knew what she wanted, that she wanted something more than a guide around the town. He kept staring at the pretty, blonde woman, looking in particular at her tits, the things that moved in her T-shirt when she breathed. She glanced at him and smiled, showing her dimples to this boy.
Finally, the young man worked up his courage and spoke some more words.
"Wh-What is your n-n-name?"
"Jessica," she said.
"Ver-ver-very pretty name and you are very pretty too," he said.
"Thank you, Jeff. I think that you are very handsome and sexy."
When she said that, she glanced down at his jeans and saw the bulge in his crotch, the way that that bulge was growing as he stared at her. She was happy to see that. She wanted this boy to feel comfortable with her but she also wanted him to feel turned on with her too.
"Maybe we will go out by the lake and sit and talk. All right, Jeff?"
The blond, young man just nodded his head. He, no doubt, knew what people did when they parked by the lake. They did not sit and talk. He opened his mouth and took a deep breath, as if he was trying to steady his nerves for this experience. She wondered again as she looked at him if he had ever fucked a girl before. In a way, she hoped that he had not done that, because she wanted to be Jeff Billings' first woman. She wanted to make him feel indebted to her. That way, it would easier to get him to talk to his mother about her and her request for an interview, Jessica thought.
It was still early in the evening and there were no other cars parked by the lake when they got there. Jessica pulled into the spot that she had picked out in advance, a spot far away from where the other cars driven by teen-agers usually wound up. She turned off the motor and sat there behind the steering wheel and looked at Jeff.
"I have been watching you for a couple of days," she said softly. "I saw you and I thought that you were very sexy and very handsome and I just had to meet you some way."
The boy did not say anything. He just stared at her with his blue eyes anxious and eager to do anything that she wanted to do. She could read that in those eyes and she knew that this boy was going to be putty in her hands.
She reached out and ran her fingers over his blond hair. It was long and cut to form a circle around his face. Jessica thought that it made him look a little like a little boy angel. She smiled at him and he smiled back.
"I want you tonight, Jeff," she said softly, tenderly. "I want you just for tonight because I think that we would go well together. We are both in white and we are both blonde and we are-"
Jessica did not get a chance to complete her sentence. Jeff moved close to her very quickly and pulled her to him and kissed her mouth before she could get any more words out. His lips were hard against hers, but as the kiss deepened and as she put her arms around him to show him that she craved him with a tender passion, the kiss became softer and more sexy. She opened her mouth and let him move his tongue into her. Their tongues played little games with each other there, moving from one mouth to the other. When the kiss was over, Jeff just held her against his strong, young body and breathed into her hair.
Then she had to ask the question that had been plaguing her for a long time.
"Have you ever done this before, Jeff, what we are going to do?"
"Yes," he murmured without stammering at all.
"When?"
"In California."
"Who was the girl?"
Jeff pulled back and looked at the journalist with his eyes soft with lust for her.
"It was a w-w-w-woman," he admitted. "A friend of my m-m-m-mother's."
"Oh."
"It was a long time ago," he added softly.
Jessica quickly did some figuring in her head. It could not have been that long ago really. Jeff was only seventeen years old right now. But he had been in this town for a couple of years and that meant that he had probably be seduced by his mother's friend when he was fifteen or even younger. She wondered who that woman had been, a famous star just like his mother? She tried to picture one of the famous movie stars from the screen fucking this boy when he was only fourteen or fifteen, rolling and rocking under him with passion. The vision gave the journalist chills. It was something else she would have to learn about, something else that she would have to uncover. If Jeff's first woman was a movie star, it would make a great story, especially if Jessica found out that this famous woman liked to fuck only young boys.
But that was for the future, the journalist reminded herself. The present was more important.
Jessica ran her fingers over the boy's shoulders and spoke to him softly.
"Show me your body, Jeff," she said.
He smiled at that request, but he did not hesitate. He wanted to show her his body. He was proud of the way he looked, the journalist thought, even though he was ashamed of his stammer. But she found that she liked even the stammer. It made Jeff seem more vulnerable and boyish, more like a man-child who would turn into a very good stud.
Jeff pulled his T-shirt off and showed the woman his muscular chest. Then he sat there and grinned at her. She knew what he wanted. He had taken off his T-shirt. He wanted her to take off hers.
And the television journalist was very willing to do that.
She slowly ran her fingers down over her tits. They were not huge knockers, but they were well-formed and sexy and they were the kind of tits that a pretty professional woman such as Jessica could make good use of.
She put her hands under her T-shirt and gave him another smile, showing tier dimples in a cute, sexy way. Then she pulled the T-shirt off with a steady movement. The T-shirt tousled her hair as it came off and made her look even more natural and loving too the boy.
Then the journalist sat there in the front seat of the car and let the young man look at her bare, sexy tits.
"You can touch my breasts, Jeff. In fact, I would like for you to touch them."
Her words came in a soft, whispery voice, a voice that was filled with passion for the young man.
Jeff reached out and put his hands on her breasts, cupped her flesh with each hand and squeezed her tits gently. Jessica closed her eyes and moaned a little as she felt the desire rush through her body. This young man's touch thrilled her. She tried to keep in mind that he was Marsha Billings' son, that he would lead her to the biggest story of her career. But she could not think about that right then. She could only think about the feeling that he was giving her with his hand on her breasts. He was massaging those tits and moving them with a slow, almost leisurely motion. She liked that. This young man must have learned a lot from his older woman lover those many months ago, the journalist thought. He had learned how to touch a girl and made her feel warm and juicy inside.
The oil came to the journalist's cunt and both the boy and the woman smelled the sweet aroma of wet pussy there in that car. It thrilled both of them and made them want to continue with this action until they reached their ultimate passion point.
Jessica reached out as Jeff continued to rub her tits and ran her hands over his strong, young shoulders and down his arms. She felt the muscles tight in there, tight and trembling in his arms as he worked on her breasts.
"I want you, Jeff," the blonde, sexy journalist muttered.
And then she crushed the boy's body against hers and kissed him with passion. She ran her fingers up and down his back and felt the strength that was there as he continued to gently massage her breasts and run his fingers under her tits to give her a tingling in that soft, feminine flesh there.
Jessica took her lips off his and kissed his boyish, hairless face with little, loving smacks. She felt the boy take his hands off her tits and move his fingers down her stomach as that part of her body tingled and tensed with lustful spasms.
As the boy raised himself up on the car seat, the woman ran her hands over his tight, white jeans and felt his rounded buns and pressed him even closer to her body.
Then the boy began to pull away from her. For the first few seconds, he almost had to struggle to get out of her arms. That did not surprise Jeff. He was used to that clinging that women did when they had him in their clutches. The other woman, his mother's friend, had been that way too. She had not wanted to let him go, even for a few seconds. But the blonde in the car finally did let him move away from her and when she saw that he was going to loosen his pants, she relaxed. She knew that he was not trying to escape her.
As Jeff slipped out of his shoes and loosened his belt, he thought of that other woman and what she had done for him back in Hollywood.
She was one of those movie actresses that everyone reads about, the aging woman who had once made a career out of playing the girl next door. Now that she was no longer a girl, she had to play madams and wardens in women's prisons and stuff like that. But she was still sexy enough to attract Jeff and she had been attracted to him too. The actress had always liked to fuck, something that the studio had covered up when she was the girl-next-door. She also liked to drink.
And she had been drunk the afternoon that she had come over to the Hollywood mansion where her good friend, Marsha, lived. She had been so drunk that, when she saw Jeff there alone, sitting at the edge of the pool in his swimming trunks, she had reached out and grabbed his prick and massaged it without even letting him speak to her and protest what she was doing. Of course, he would not have protested anyway. Jeff was very shy because of his stammer and he did not like to talk to people. But he was also a horny teen-ager and he wanted to fuck the woman.
They had fucked there at the edge of the pool, on the concrete. The woman had showed Jeff many things that afternoon and after they were through with their tucking, she had talked to him about his mother.
"You arc certainly Marsha's boy," she said with a smile as she lay there next to him, naked in the afternoon sun.
He looked at her and the question came from his eyes. He wanted to know what she meant by that.
"Do you know what your mother likes to do?" the woman had asked the boy.
Jeff shook his head. His mother did not seem to enjoy very much at all. She always seemed strangely sad to Jeff and that made Jeff worry about her.
"Your mother likes to dress up in leather and parade around in her bedroom while people watch her and admire her," the woman revealed. "She does that on weekends when she sends you and Kristy away to visit relatives or some such shit."
Jeff tried to think. The woman's revelation confused him. He and Kristy did not go to visit relatives. They went to the farm that their mother owned with a couple of servants and spent the weekends riding horses and acting like cowboy and cowgirl. It did seem that Jeff's mother was always more at ease when he and Kristy returned from those weekends, but the boy had always thought that she was more at ease because she had spent the weekend resting.
But what was this about leather?
"L-l-leather?" he asked the woman.
"Leather," she replied, nodding her head affirmatively. "Your mother likes to wear leather. She wears leather bras and leather panties and she carries a little leather pole with her. Did you see your mother in that Viking Women movie?"
Jeff nodded his head. He had seen that movie on television one night and his mother had informed him that that was the movie that had made her a star. He thought that his mother looked very sexy and pretty in that movie.
"She wore leather in that film," the actress said, "and she found out when she was making that movie that that was the way that she liked to dress. That leather was cool and smelled nice and made her clit get hard and her cunt juicy."
The woman had continued to talk about his mother, but Jeff had blocked her words out of his mind. He did not know what to think about his mother parading around the bedroom in leather garments. But he knew that something about that idea thrilled him.
He loved his mother very much and he thought that she was very sexy and his only wish was to make his mother a happy woman. He knew that she had not been happy in a long time, if she had ever been happy.
All of these thoughts and memories ran through his head and he pushed his jeans down his legs and pulled them off. He sat there in the front seat in his jockey shorts and looked down at the big bulge in them. He glanced at the pretty, blonde woman who sat next to him with her tits bare and he could see that she too was looking at the bulge. It captivated her just as it had captivated that actress on that sunny afternoon in Hollywood.
Jeff had not fucked any other women after that actress-not because he did not like fucking but because he did not know how to go about asking a girl to make it with him. He was still ashamed of his stutter. But, if a pretty woman did not ask him to talk, he would be glad to fuck her, he decided, glad indeed. However, no pretty women had come along in his life until tonight. This one had not asked him to talk that much and she did not seem to mind his stammer. That made him very happy.
And he kept thinking of his mother in leather. He had never seen his mother dressed like that. He had not really wanted to see her like that because he knew that the reality would never be as good as the fantasy that he had carried in his brain for years.
But he had thought about her often and now he wondered if his mother still dressed in black leather when she was at home alone. He sensed that that leather had something to do with the fact that his mother had left Hollywood and come back to this little town with Jeff and Kristy. But he was not sure how the leather worked into the story, really. He just sensed that it did.
He looked at the lovely, bare-breasted woman who sat next to him. She had moved from behind the steering wheel and was sitting in the middle of the long front seat. She ran her fingers over his neck and she put her other hand on his leg and slowly moved that hand up his thigh. She did not rush it and Jeff was glad that she was not going to rush. He wanted to take his time with this woman, so that he could feel all the tingling that she could give a boy such as he was.
When Jessica finally worked her hand up to the briefs, she spread her fingers and cupped the cock and the balls, the bulge in the undergarment with her hand. She played with Jeff that way and she leaned close to him and moaned in his ear.
"I bet you are very big, Jeff," she murmured. "I bet you are one hell of a stud."
Jeff just nodded his head. He knew that he was a stud. The woman he had had in Hollywood had said that he was a stud, that he was an excellent lay.
And now the teen-aged boy knew that he would even be better at fucking because he had a new vision to think about when he fucked this woman. He could think about his mother in leather.
His mother was so sexy, even now. He thought about her as the blonde woman played with his bulge and he remembered that his mother was blonde too, blonde and fresh-faced and pretty with big tits. She had been a star and she had deserved to be one too.
Jessica wanted to hurry up and fuck this young man, but she did not want to do it in the car. She wanted to be comfortable in her fucking and she had already planned this part out, had already sought out a very private, very natural place to fuck Jeff Billings.
"Let's get out of the car," she said softly.
When Jeff nodded his head, agreed to her suggestion, the journalist moved away from him and opened the door on her side of the car. Jeff got out on the other side and stood there in his briefs and waited for her to come around to him and take his hand and lead him to where she wanted him to go.
She led him to a spot surrounded by trees, a lovely, soft spot of earth that seemed very natural to the journalist on this night in late spring.
There, he stood on the ground and watched as the bare-titted, blonde woman lowered herself to her knees in front of him.
His mother in leather. That vision ran through his mind and got mixed up with the sight that he was really seeing at that moment, the sight of the blonde woman kneeling before him and running her hands over the back of his legs and looking up at him as if he were a god that she were worshipping. But, in his mind, the woman who knelt before him was not this pretty stranger who had picked him up in front of the library. It was his mother, dressed in leather, kneeling before him and begging him to make her happy for the first time in her life.
Jeff would do anything for his mother.
He looked down on Jessica and smiled. That smile and his silence made him special to the journalist. She wanted to give him pleasure and get pleasure from him. He would be a stud. She was sure of that. She pressed the side of her face to the bulge in his jockey shorts, using it almost like a pillow. She rested there for a moment and thought of nothing, not of her career and not of the scoop that she wanted. She only felt warm with that cock pulsing against the side of her face like something that was alive and powerful, like something that was yearning to give her all that she wanted in life.
It had been months since she had actually had a fucking that she had enjoyed. The guy who had led her to Marsha Billings and her family had not been very good and the men in Boston, the man who told her that they could do great things for her, were not very good either. But this boy would be good. She just knew it. He had had some experience and he was young and trim and handsome and feverishly eager but willing to wait. He was everything that a woman wanted in a man, Jessica thought.
The journalist ran her face over the bulge slowly and felt the pulsing from that cock move through her own body as if she were strangely connected to Jeff, as if they were part of the same, lustful creature.
Then she pulled her face away from him and looked up at him again as he smiled down in silence and she put her fingers under the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down. She pulled them down with a slow, steady motion, the kind that a woman uses with a man when she knows that he will be good and when she wants to prolong things until everything is just right.
The jockey shorts came down with ease and the cock, that thing that had been yearning to get out of captivity for so long, jumped out at Jessica. It was long and fat and the soft, light hair that grew at the base of it made it look even bigger to her eyes. She looked up at the boy's face again and she could not get over the idea that he was just a boy and that, somehow, a man's throbbing prick had been grafted onto his boyish body. He was a man-child, the type that she really liked, the type that she had liked from the first moment that she had started to fuck when she was fifteen years old. There was something about Jeff's youthful, silent sexiness that seemed to infect Jessica. They were made for each other, she thought again and she felt young too even though she was not all that old. She felt girlish, more girlish that she had been in years. She was no longer the tough professional journalist. She was a little girl looking at the body of a boy that she wanted more than anything else in the whole world.
"I want to suck your cock," she said softly, looking up at Jeff.
The boy nodded.
Quickly, Jessica pulled the jockey shorts down his legs and held them for him to step out of the undergarments. When he was naked, Jessica leaned against his legs and kissed them and tasted the sweetness of his flesh. She licked the almost hairless flesh of his thighs and then turned her attention again to that cock, that prick that stood out from his boyish body.
She took her hands off his legs and held them up to the cock, as if she were offering some gift to that prick. Then she wrapped the fingers of one of her hand around the big tool and she noticed that she was trembling and that her breath was shallow with excitement. She had not been this turned on in a long time, she thought.
Jessica stroked the prick with her hand a couple of times and watched the drop of fluid form on the head of the prick. She leaned forward and licked that drop off Jeff's cock with a quick movement of her tongue. Then she kissed the pink tip of the rod, the crown of his manhood. It tasted sweet and young and fresh to her. And Jeff stood so still that she thought for a moment that he was a statue. That was a nice fantasy, she thought, for if he were a statue, he would never grow old, he would never lose his thin, boyish, muscled appeal. But he was not a statue. A statue is cold, she reminded herself and Jeff was very warm, especially his cock. That rod was warm and it heated her too, made her feel lustful with heat as he stood there before her so silently. With that heat in her body and in her head, the journalist opened her mouth and leaned forward and pressed her lips around the crown of the cock and sucked. The boy stood there and let her do that. He did not move, but his prick, which seemed to have a life of its own, trembled and quivered with her sucking and added even more heat to both of them, to that mutual, lustful animal that they were when they were united on this late spring night.
Jessica liked the taste of his cock so much that she moved further down the shaft and felt the hard prick batter the back of her throat. She opened her throat and let the thing run down there and fill her up and make her feel soft and warm inside. Then she sucked with passion, moving her head back and forth on the cock and feeling the hardness in her. She was wetting his cock with her mouth, giving him even more power to use when he fucked her.
And Jessica could hardly wait for that fucking to begin. She wanted to know what that good cock would feel like when it was inside her pussy. She wanted to know just how much of a stud this boy was.
Her pussy was already wet with juice because she was so excited and her tits seemed alive with new nerves as she sucked on his cock and moved back and forth, toward and away from the young man's thin body.
Then she took her mouth off his cock and smiled up at him. He smiled down, letting the woman know that she had pleased him a great deal with her lips and her sucking.
Jessica lay back on the ground and put her hands on her shorts. She rubbed her fingers over the area over her pussy and felt the trembling inside the shorts there and then she loosened the shorts and raised her hips and pushed them off her body.
She was not wearing any panties.
Her cunt hair was soft and brownish and lush like a tropical jungle, Jeff thought.
The teen-aged boy kept thinking that this woman was blonde and sexy, as his mother was blonde and sexy. When he saw Jessica's pussy hair, he wondered if his mother's was much the same way, lush and brownish and furry like a little animal.
He hoped that it was.
He fell to his knees in front of the sexy blonde. Now it was his turn to worship her. He touched her shorts and took them in his hands and pulled them off her body slowly. She let him do that. She even smiled at him when he did that, when he played that special part in getting her ready for the fucking.
When the woman was naked too. Jeff looked down and studied her pussy. He moved his fingers slowly up the inside of her thighs and then touched the lips of her pussy. She opened her legs wide for him as he ran his finger around the moist lips of her cunt and felt the skin quiver under his touch. He liked that. He thought that the quivering was a sign that he was making her happy and Jeff only wanted to make women happy, women like his mother who deserved to be happy because they were so sexy and they gave so much to so many people.
He slipped his finger into the woman's snatch and felt the oozing juiciness in there. The woman sighed when she felt his finger invade her and Jeff liked hearing that sigh, another sign of peace and happiness, he thought.
Jessica knew that it was only a matter of time until something else that belonged to that boy was in her. She opened her eyes and stared dreamily at his cock, the prick that she had sucked. She had given that cock something, she thought and soon it would give something back to her.
"Fuck me, Jeff," she moaned, saying the words before she even realized that they were out of her mouth. "Fuck my pussy and make me come."
"Will it make you happy to come?" he asked.
There was no stammer now. He was naked and sure of himself because this woman was blonde like his mother.
"Yes," Jessica moaned. "It will make me very happy to come."
Jeff pulled his fingers out of her snatch and moved close to that sweet opening in her body. His cock was still hard because he had been thinking about his mother all this time. He moved between her outstretched legs and lifted her pussy up by putting his hands under her firm ass and raising that sweet body toward him. He took a deep breath and knew what he must do. He must make this woman happy. That was his mission in life as he saw it.
He aimed his cock at her juicy opening and pressed his body to hers. The tip of his prick went into her and the blonde woman sighed and tensed her body and moaned to him.
"Fuck me, you boy stud. Fuck me and make me happy."
With those words ringing in his ears, Jeff moved into her with a force, a manly force. The woman gasped and then relaxed when his cock was in her, deep in her pussy. Then Jeff started to fuck, staying there on his knees and feeling her pussy pulse against him as she moved with his rhythm and fucked him back.
All of that waiting was worth it, Jessica thought as the fucking began. It was worth it because she now felt that boy in her pussy and felt his cock filling her up like nothing had filled her in a long time. She was mindlessly moving against his prick, fucking him back with a youthful energy, thinking of nothing but the warmth that shot through her body every time that Jeff moved his cock deep into her love-hole. She tensed her ass, the ass that he still held in his hands and she moaned as they moved together and formed that one, unified, lustful animal again.
Jessica lifted her arms up and beckoned the fucking boy-man to her. Jeff read her needs and came to her without missing a stroke into her pussy. As he leaned forward, Jessica wrapped her legs around him and touched his boyish face with her fingers and then, as he came closer, she kissed him. They lay on the ground together, with Jeff moving on top of her and their bodies matching in rhythms that seemed to come up from the earth and they fucked with youthful glee.
Then Jessica began to gasp as the heat in her body became more intense, too intense for her to stand it any longer. She knew that she was going to have to get that heat out of her body and she knew that that meant that she was going to have an orgasm. She yearned for that orgasm. Most men did not give her such passionate heat at all, but this boy was giving it to her and she knew that this orgasm would be one of the best that she had ever had.
She pressed her legs tightly around the blond boy's body and kissed his face and whispered to him with words that were quick and anxious.
"I am going to come. Come with me, Jeff."
It would make her happy if he could come with her. The boy knew that and he wanted to make this blonde woman happy. So he speeded up his fucking as the friction that worked between his cock and her wet pussy gave him an extra charge. He started to gasp too and he gurgled with a sound that came from deep in his throat.
When Jessica heard that sound, she knew that it was only a matter of seconds until they would be sharing their orgasm and loving each other in one of the best ways possible. She felt the soft earth move under her and she tightened her hold on the thin, muscled boy and she waited for the heat to burst forth from her pussy. She felt her clitoris throb as it was beaten by Jeff's body and cock, by his thrusting into her. And then the explosion came.
Both blonde woman and blond young man sighed and held each other as they came together and felt the warmth spread all around them like a little fire that protected them from everything that was bad in the world. They clutched each other and gasped and murmured with meaningless, wonderful sounds to each other. Then their comings were over.
Then Jeff slowly pulled his cock out of Jessica's pussy and moved away from her and lay down next to her on the soft ground. He stretched out his arm and the woman moved so that her head was resting on his boyish chest. Jeff ran his fingers through her blonde hair absent-mindedly as they rested from the exertion of the fucking.
Then the woman spoke to the boy.
"I know who your mother is, Jeff," she said.
Jeff looked up at the night sky overhead. It did not surprise him, in a way. He had figured that his mother had something to do with all of this. He did not say anything because he did not know what to say.
"I work for a television station, Jeff." the blonde woman added as she ran her quick fingers over his cock.
Still, the boy was silent.
"I want to interview your mother," the woman said.
"Y-y-y-you can't," Jeff muttered.
Jessica knew that it would not be simple, but she also knew that she would be able to get this boy on tier side with a few more touches and kisses, with perhaps another wonderful fucking session. She looked up at his face as he stared up at the sky and she kissed his lips lightly with her own.
"Ask your mother to grant me an interview," she requested.
"She wo-wo-won't do it," he said.
"Maybe she will if you ask her to do it."
"No, she wo-wo-won't."
"Well, you can try, can't you?"
The boy was silent.
"Tell your mother that I would do anything for an interview, for the exclusive story of her sudden retirement from the screen. I want to know why she went into hiding. Do you know why, Jeff?"
The boy shook his head. He did not know why his mother had quit. He thought that it had something to do with the leather that his mother like to wear, but he was not sure. He only knew that his mother had called him into her room one day and had told him that they were going to return to Massachusetts. He had not asked questions. He did not like to talk and he wanted his mother to be happy. If moving back to Massachusetts would make the woman happy, then that is what Jeff wanted to do too. It really did not make any difference to him where he lived.
His only goal in life was to make pretty, blonde women happy.
"Jeff," Jessica said softly, "I need that interview with your mother. I need to find out why she left the screen, why she decided that she did not want to make any more movies. And I need to find out what happened to your father."
Then the woman paused before she asked the next question.
"What did happen to your father, Jeff?"
Jeff did not say anything. His mother had sworn both him and Kristy to secrecy about that. He knew that he would not break his vow, not even for this woman. He looked down at her and tried to change the subject.
"Will you su-su-su-suck-"
"Suck your cock?" Jessica asked.
The blond young man nodded his head.
"Sure," the woman said. "I will suck your cock a million times if you will only ask your mother to give me an interview. I need that interview, Jeff. It could make me a big star in television news. And it would make me very happy."
When she said that, when she announced that she needed the interview to be happy, Jeff knew that he could not refuse her. He would have to ask his mother to give the woman the interview, but he was sure that his mother would refuse to do it. His mother hated the press. She had many secrets and she did not want any of them revealed. In fact, she even had secrets from her own children. The leather was such a secret, the leather that Jeff thought about so often.
"I-I-I-I will a-a-a-ask her," Jeff said.
"Thank you, Jeff," the blonde woman said.
Jessica smiled at the boy and kissed him again with a soft peck. Part one of her plan had now been accomplished and it had been easy and exciting too. She looked down at the boy's prick. She had promised to suck on it and now she knew that she would have to suck it. She did not mind. Even wet with the juices of her cunt and limp from sexual exhaustion, it was fat and meaty and looked good. Jessica moved down the young man's body and lifted the prick into her hand and kissed the side of it. She stuck out her tongue and tasted the cunt oils that were still on the thing. She liked that taste. She thought that she was sweet.
She kissed the cock and thought about her career. He had promised to ask his mother to grant her an interview. If she could only talk to Marsha Billings and find out the answers to some very important questions, Jessica knew that she would be on her way, on her way to stardom and a good job with a high salary.
Grateful for what he had promised to do and loving the taste of the meat, Jessica opened her mouth and sucked the cock into her. She worked on it until she felt the hardness in her and knew that she would fuck this boy again before this night was over.
And it would be fun to fuck him again, fun and exciting and all the good things that a good, passionate fuck could be.
And he was going to ask his mother for the interview. That would make the fuck even better, the journalist thought, better and more fulfilling.