A young man find's his best friend's mother home alone, drinking and suntanning out by their pool.
I came to a rolling stop on my bike, hopping off and pushing it around to the gate at the side of Lucas' house, pulling off my helmet and hooking the straps over the handlebars, wiping the sweat from my forehead with my hand. I tried to think of it as just extra endurance conditioning for basketball season once school started again, but with the temperature in the mid hundreds it was hard to make myself believe it. I jiggled the latch until the stubborn thing finally agreed to open, nudging the gate closed behind me with my foot and leaving my bike leaning up against the fence like usual, making my way around to the pool-side patio doors. But what I saw as I turned the corner nearly had me tripping over my own feet, stopping me in my tracks.
“Oh, hey Mrs. C,” I managed to choke out, my eyes feeling like they were about to burst out of my head. Lucas' mom was the quintessential milf, busty, blonde, and beautiful, but I'd never actually seen her in a bikini before, much less one that consisted of barely more than string and wishful thoughts, and the unexpected sight had caught me completely off guard. “Is Lucas up in his room?”
“Brian?” She pushed herself up onto her elbows on her lounge chair, twisting to look over at me in surprise. “Oh, sorry... Lucas must have forgotten to text you in all the excitement this morning. His father surprised him with tickets to the game this afternoon, I guess he got them from somebody at work last minute, so we decided to swap weekends.”
“Oh, uh... okay,” I said, fighting the instinct to curse. I was not looking forward to getting back on my bike right away for the ride home.
“Here, why don't you come sit down for a minute, have a bit of a break,” she offered, leaning over and patting the seat of the lounger next to hers. “This weather is just about perfect for laying out by the pool, but it must be murder riding that bike of yours back and forth.”
“Uhh... sure. Thanks, Mrs. C,” I agreed, trying like hell not to let my eyes wander up and down that amazing body of hers, so petite and slender, but with an absolutely amazing pair of huge, firm breasts. I was no expert, but they had to be at least double-Ds, and they looked even bigger than that in contrast to her tiny little frame.
“Not at all. And please, I think you're old enough you can start calling me Jenna now, don't you?” she smiled.
“Really?” I asked, coming closer and lowering myself into the chair.
“Why not?” she giggled, just like a little girl not a third her age, and it was only then that I noticed the wine glass and bottle on the table next to her chair. “It is my name, you know... and whether I end up deciding to keep the 'Carmichael' part or not, the 'Mrs.' is definitely no longer appopiate. Apporpiate... Ugh!” She closed her eyes, forcing herself to speak slowly and deliberately. “Appropriate, I mean. Sorry... I may be just a little bit tipsy, this afternoon. Did Lucas tell you his father and I have decided to move forward with the divorce?”
“Uhh, no, I'm sorry to hear that,” I said.
“It is what it is,” she sighed sadly. “It was always heading this way... but somehow it still comes as a shock, you know? No, never mind. Of course you don't... how would you know, at your age? Here, would you like a drink?” She sat up, reaching for her bottle.
“No, that's okay,” I said as she upended the bottle over her glass, only to find the the bottle was empty, too.”
“Oops, all gone!” she giggled again, apparently not having registered my denial. “You know what? Thomas still has some of his beers left in the fridge in the garage. Why don't I go get you one of those, instead?”
She pushed herself up out of her chair, but 'tipsy' wasn't even the half of it. I lunged back up from my chair, barely getting there in time to catch her before she fell.
“Mmmm... so strong...” she murmured into my chest as I supported her in my arms, head tucked comfortably under my chin, her hand caressing my side.
“Here, how about we get you laying back down in your chair, okay Mrs. C.?” I tried.
“Jenna!” she pouted, petulantly shaking her head.
“Okay, Jenna, then,” I relented. “How about we just get you back down into your chair, Jenna, where you aren't going to fall and hurt yourself, okay?”
“You'll stay with me, Brian?” she asked, snuggling deeper against my chest. And my best friend's mother or not, my God, did that ever feel good, with those huge, firm breasts I'd spent so much time fantasizing about pressed so tightly against me! “I think maybe I had a little more to drink than I realized.”
“Yeah, of course I will...” I said, giving her a reassuring squeeze in my arms. “Let's just get you laying down again, okay?”
“In such a hurry to get me into bed?” she quipped, sexily biting her lip as those gorgeous, deep blue eyes of hers stared straight up into mine.
“What? No, I...” I gasped, at a loss for words, and she just giggled again.
“You can relax, I'm just teasing,” she smiled, stretching up onto her tiptoes to give me a soft, slow kiss on my cheek. “Mostly...”
“Jenna...” I chided gently.
“Did you know, out of all Lucas' friends, you've always been my favorite?” she dropped back to her heels, nuzzling into my chest again. “You've always been so nice, and kind, and polite... and here you are, taking care of me like this. And you've grown up to be so tall, and strong... and so handsome, too!”
“Jenna, you're drunk,” I told her, certain it must just have been the wine talking. My best attempts notwithstanding, none of the girls at school had ever been half as interested in me as she suddenly seemed to be.
“Yup!” she giggled again. “Doesn't change facts! You're hot!” she accompanied this pronouncement with a sudden grab of my ass, which made me gasp in surprise, and only made her giggle all the harder.
“You know...” she continued, suddenly serious as she looked up at me again. “If you're going to stay out here in the sun with me, you have to put on sunscreen. Otherwise you'll burn. You have to take off your shirt and let me put your sunscreen on.” You'd have thought she was negotiating a nuclear arms treaty, she was speaking so seriously.
“If I agree, does that mean you'll let me sit you down in your chair again first, so you won't fall?” I asked. She smiled and nodded eagerly, but made no move to let me go.
“You do realize you're going to have to actually let me sit you down, then,” I told her. “I can't take my shirt off while I'm still holding you up.”
That seemed to finally break through the alcohol-induced fuzz, and now that she was cooperating I was able to get her down onto her chair without much trouble. I'd always known and appreciated what a tiny, skinny little thing she was... I'd been taller than her since I was ten, for crying out loud, and even girls my age would have been jealous of that gorgeous, toned little waist and ass of hers, to say nothing of those incredible tits! But I'd never quite realized how that would translate to the feeling of holding her in my arms, so small and delicate, like a precious little porcelain doll. She sat staring up at me expectantly, knees spread to either side of her lounger, patting the spot right in front of her as she grabbed her sunscreen from her table. I was still feeling more than a little conflicted... but I told myself that I wasn't actually doing anything wrong, just letting her put some sunscreen on me. And whatever doubts I may still have been feeling, they couldn't hold out against the view down into that incredible cleavage of hers in her tiny little string bikini. I took a deep, steadying breath, then stripped off my shirt, spun around so my back was to her, and sat down where she wanted me. The sunscreen was cold at first, but it warmed quickly as her small, delicate hands travelled over my back, shoulders, and sides. I was expecting her to tell me to turn around next... but before I knew it she was snuggling right up behind me, those huge, firm tits of hers pressed tight against my back as she started caressing my chest, nuzzling and kissing the back of my neck as she did it. I was worried she might try for more than that... and I had no idea what I'd say, if I'd even have the strength to try to deny her, if she tried to take things further.
“Okay, my turn!” she finally announced, pulling away. And honestly, by that point I wasn't even sure any more whether I was feeling relieved, or disappointed. But we both stood, me with a hand cautiously on her hip, ready to catch her if she started to fall again, as she shook out her big fluffy beach towel before retaking her place lying face-down this time. She carefully brushed her long, blonde hair out of my way for me as I knelt down beside her, warming a generous dollop of sunscreen between my hands before I started rubbing it into her back.
“Here, let me get these out of your way for you,” she said, reaching back to undo the strings of her bikini at her neck and the middle of her back. I don't know why that made such a difference; I wasn't able to see any more of her than I had a moment ago, but suddenly I noticed I was sweating again, and I didn't think I could blame the sun. Her skin was so soft, and warm, and smooth under my fingers, and she started letting out the sexiest little moans of pleasure as I massaged her back. Thank goodness she had her eyes closed and wasn't able to catch me looking, because there was no way on earth I could keep myself from staring at that perfect little ass, the strings of her thong not hiding a thing.
I'd have been quite happy to stay there with her for the rest of the afternoon, no matter that my knees were starting to complain about how hard the patio was, just for the pleasure of touching her back. But suddenly she was turning over, pulling her top out from behind her and tossing it aside.
“Time for you to do my front, now,” she said, biting her lip as she stared up into my eyes.
“Jenna...” I began, but I trailed off at a loss for words. She was incredible, even better than I'd imagined! Her nipples were swollen to a lovely, dusky red, thick and suckable, her areolas wide and girlishly pink.
“Do you realize it's been nearly eighteen years since the last time I let anyone other than my husband touch my breasts?” she asked me. “But you can touch them, Brian. I want you to touch them!”
“You...you do?” I stammered, swallowing nervously as I tried to get my voice back under control, trying and failing to keep my eyes on her face.
“Please!” she purred up at me, sexily licking and biting her lip. But as if that weren't already temptation enough, she grabbed her sunscreen again, spraying herself with a line winding back and forth across her tits, writhing slightly on her lounger as she met my gaze, silently daring me to act.
I was beyond even trying to resist, after an invitation like that! She gasped adorably as I took those magnificent globes fully into my hands, her long, sexy eyelashes fluttering closed at my touch. And to think, I'd thought that touching her back had been good! I caressed and kneaded gently, afraid to hurt her, or more importantly, to do anything that would cause her to make me stop! Her breasts were so soft, and yet firm in a way I hadn't expected, and couldn't properly describe even to myself. She let me explore on my own for a while, then placed her hands on top of mine, guiding me into squeezing harder. I was cautious at first, still afraid that I'd hurt her, but she was insistent, and I realized I had to trust her to know what she wanted. Her mounting moans helped reassure me, and I started squeezing tighter, loving the way it made her arch her back, pressing herself into my hands.
“Here, too!” she demanded, and I glanced down to realize she'd undone the strings at her hips while I'd been busy playing with and staring at her breasts. She was fully shaved, her lips flushed to a lovely, welcoming pink with her obvious arousal. My eyes widened a little in surprise, but I eagerly slid one hand down from her breast. She was so soft and hot, wetness that had nothing to do with sunscreen coating my finger as I rubbed up and down between her lips. She gasped and trembled at my touch, her hand flashing up to wrap around the back of my neck, pulling me down into a kiss.
I moaned against her lips, our suddenly awkward positioning regretfully requiring me to take my other hand from her breast as well, wrapping that arm around behind her neck instead. She didn't seem to mind, pulling me tighter, leaning me down on top of her a little, pressing the hot, naked flesh of her breast against my chest as the tip of her tongue probed inquiringly at my lips. I opened my mouth, gave her a nervous little lick in return, and almost choked as her long, sinuous tongue suddenly invaded my mouth. I recovered quickly from my surprise, and responded as eagerly as I could, doing my best to follow her lead. I started doing a bit more exploring with my hand, as well, not just rubbing now, but easing a fingertip inside of her. Her reaction was... intense, to say the least, and it left no room at all for misinterpreting what she wanted. Soon I had not just one, but two fingers fully inside of her, working rapidly in and out, making the most incredible, wet squelching noises as we continued passionately making out.
“Oh, right there!” she gasped into my lips, our kiss temporarily forgotten. “Just like that! Don't stop! You're going to... you're going to make me... Unnnnnhhhh!” Her thighs snapped together, her entire body clenching and starting to tremble, her heels beating rapidly against the bottom of her lounge chair. I gasped too, surprised but proud, as I tried to keep doing exactly what I had been when she'd gone over the edge, afraid I'd ruin it if I changed a thing. She finally came down, grabbing my wrist to make me stop, moaning happily and pulling me back down into a slow, lazy renewal of our kiss.
“Did you really just...” I murmured into her lips.
“Cum?” she giggled, pushing me away a little so we could look each other in the eye, stroking her fingers through my hair. “Did I ever! Which means now it's your turn, baby! Help me up!”
I stood, pulling her to her feet. She hugged me, quick and tight, my hands instinctively grabbing her pert little ass as I helped pull her up to my lips for another kiss. Then she took me by my hand and scooped up her towel, giggling wickedly as she guided me off the patio and over the lawn, backing me up against the fence. She pulled me down into another quick kiss, then folded and dropped her towel at my feet, sinking to her knees.
She nuzzled her face into my crotch, hands on my hips, moaning loudly as she rubbed herself against my cock. I moved to undo my shorts for her, but she wouldn't let me, so I stroked my fingers through her hair instead. She undid my shorts herself, slowly and teasingly, before finally yanking them and my boxers all the way down to my ankles at once.
“God!” she gasped, her beautiful blue eyes going wide as she got her first clear look at me, hard as a rock after everything we'd been doing. “I knew you'd be big, from looking at your bulge... but I had no idea you'd be this big!” I moaned as she wrapped her hands around me, stroking gently. “You've got to be, what? Eight inches at least... maybe even eight and a half?”
“Just short of nine, actually, last time I measured,” I admitted shyly. “Maybe more right now, with you for inspiration!”
“You say the sweetest things!” she laughed, giving me a soft, slow kiss directly on the head of my cock, her eyes drifting closed in obvious pleasure. Then she opened her mouth and it was my turn to close my eyes, moaning loudly as she slid her lips slowly over my head and started to suck. It was a full minute of almost indescribable pleasure... but then she was pulling away. I opened my eyes again to meet hers, worried I'd done something wrong to make her stop, but she was still smiling widely.
“Okay, I'm changing my mind,” she grinned, slowly shaking her head. “I was planning on taking this slow, on just blowing you first, and seeing where things led from there... But that was before I saw just how big you are! I need to feel you inside me, baby! I need you to fuck me!”
“Really?” I gasped.
“Definitely!” she nodded seriously, licking her lips as she stared hungrily at my cock for a moment, then giggling as she looked back up into my eyes. “Just... promise you'll be gentle with me at first, until I get used to it! Thomas' dick is barely five...and not nearly this thick! I've never taken one this big before, even before I got married!”
“Umm, I'll try,” I told her, my cheeks burning with an oncoming blush at what I was about to admit. “But... I feel like I need to tell you. I've... never exactly done this, before.”
“You're a virgin?” she gasped, for the first time since she'd touched me her hands pausing in their slow stroking of my cock.
“Is that... is that a problem?” I asked, glancing away, blinking rapidly to hold back unexpected tears. Stupid! How could I be so stupid, telling her something like that? Now I'd gone and ruined it all, I was sure.
“What? No, of course not!” she said, vigorously shaking her head. “Sorry...” She apologetically kissed my head again, slowly resuming her stroking. “I didn't mean to react that way... You just surprised me, is all. If I was a girl your age, I'd have been all over you ages ago! I'd just kinda assumed... and it took me off guard, when you told me otherwise.”
“Oh...” I smiled with relief, letting out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding.
“But... if you're a virgin, Brian... if you've been holding out on purpose...” she said, and this time she looked away. “I don't want to pressure you...”
“You're not,” I told her, reaching down to gently lift her chin until she was looking at me again. “I want this. More than anything! Believe me!”
“Well... if you're sure,” she giggled again, smiling shyly. “'Cause I really, really want this, too!”
We both laughed, she helped me step out of my shorts and boxers, and took my hand so I could help her back to her feet. We kissed briefly, and again she led the way, only this time she was tugging me along by my cock, not my hand. She spread her towel out for us right in the middle of the grass, getting down to her hands and knees, then lowering herself further and twisting until she was supporting herself on her shoulder, looking back into my eyes. I got to my knees behind her, stroking my hands over her ass, her thighs, her pussy. I was just trying not to rush things, but I think she was as relieved as I was when I finally took my cock in hand and eased my way between her soft, eager lips.
There are no words. In all the times I'd imagined that moment... I hadn't even come close. She was so soft and wet, gripping me tightly, adorably gasping her pleasure as I gradually worked my way deeper. She started rocking back and forth a little on her knees, meeting my thrusts, encouraging me but allowing me to be the one controlling the pace. I caressed and squeezed her gorgeous little ass, until I finally bottomed out, making her tremble. She paused for a moment, as did I, revelling in her searing tightness fully engulfing my shaft. When she started moving again her vigor grew quickly, silently encouraging me to do the same, and requiring me to move my hands to her hips instead to establish a firmer hold. I was afraid again that I might hurt her, but the desperate little sounds she was making left no room for doubt. Soon she was throwing herself almost violently back and forth onto my cock, and I was matching her with every bit of force I could bring to bear, the loud, smacking sounds of my hips impacting her ass echoing throughout the yard.
“Spank me, Daddy!” she mewled, panting from the exertion and the force of my thrusting. “Spank me and pull my hair! Make me your obedient little bitch! I need it, Daddy, please! Make me your bitch with that huge fucking cock!”
I felt like my eyes were about to pop out of my head, they widened so much with shock at hearing those words. But no matter how hesitant and unsure of myself I was feeling, there was no way in hell I could deny the desperation in that sexy, girlish voice of hers! I reached up with both hands, gathering up her long, blonde hair. She pushed herself back up to her elbows, turning to face forwards again, bowing her back. I wrapped her hair once around my left hand, giving it a gentle, testing pull. She moaned eagerly, all out of proportion to the minimal force I was exerting, but even that was nothing compared to the squeal and sudden tightening of her pussy as I delivered my first tentative slap on her ass.
I grew slowly more confident, learning to read the subtle movements of her body and the little gasps and moans she was making as I pounded into her from behind. It was strange how completely we seemed able to communicate, even without words. I learned the exact angle at which she most enjoyed me pulling her hair, a mixture of up and back that both held her in place and reinforced the bowing of her back, and the frequency and force she preferred for her spankings, with enough variation in the timing to keep her guessing, and just enough power to turn her skin a lovely, bright shade of pink, following it with a nice, tight squeeze of my hand on her newly-tender flesh. We'd really been going at it for a while already, and I could feel the inevitable pressure of my orgasm building within me, when she spoke once more.
“Please may I cum, Daddy?” she wailed. “Please may I cum on your cock?”
“Do it, baby!” I growled as I gave her another spank and a squeeze, along with a rough little shake of encouragement. “I'm almost there, too... where do you want it?”
“You are?” she asked, gulping nervously. “I'll try to wait for you then, Daddy... I don't know if I'll be able to, but I'll try! And I want it inside me, Daddy! I want you to cum in me!”
“You're sure?” I asked again. I'd been praying she would say that, but I needed to give her the chance to change her mind.
“Please, Daddy!” she moaned. “Don't worry, I'm safe! I want to feel it inside me! Fill me up, Daddy, please! Fill my womb with your hot teenage cum!”
All I could manage was a groan, gripping her tighter, adding a little extra force to my thrusting. I hadn't even considered the risk of her getting pregnant, so drunk though she was, I was glad at least she had still had the presence of mind to be thinking of that.
The next couple of minutes were an exquisite torture for us both, Jenna panting and wailing with the effort of holding off, my growing sensitivity and need as I approached orgasm seeming to set the skin of my cock nearly on fire. The peak finally arrived, my hips seeming to take on a life of their own as I thrust into her violently, trying to bury myself as deeply into her as I could, pulsing with heat, filling her deeply. Jenna's initial reaction was barely a gasp, a sudden intake of breath as her muscles clenched up and held her momentarily frozen in place. Then she broke, a long, keening wail bursting from her throat, her slender, sexy thighs quivering uncontrollably, the tremors ricocheting slowly outwards until they had consumed her entire body.
She was only just starting to ebb as I finished, and I forced myself to keep thrusting for her, carrying her through to the end despite the almost unbearable waves of pleasure the movement was sending coursing through my overly sensitive cockhead. We paused then, panting desperately, until I regained enough fine control to unwind my hand from her hair. She pushed herself up to her hands, and I replaced my own back onto her hips before slowly sliding them upwards, travelling her supple, sweat-slickened skin, pulling her up towards me until her back was pressed tightly against my chest, my hands cupping and squeezing her breasts.
“That was amazing!” she purred contentedly, eyes drifting closed, leaning her head back onto my shoulder and turning for a kiss, slow and gentle. “Are you sure that was really your first time?”
“I'm sure,” I chuckled into her lips, flicking teasingly at each other with the tips of our tongues. “And 'amazing' isn't even the half of it... but I'm pretty sure that has more to do with you, than anything I was able to contribute.”
“Not true,” she slowly shook her head, opening her eyes again. “Seriously, Brian... if I'm your first, then you don't know, you haven't had a chance yet to get the compliments you deserve... but you were incredible! I can't even remember the last time I came that hard just from getting fucked, without having to touch my clit to help myself out!”
“If you say so, I guess,” I smiled shyly, not quite sure I fully believed what she was saying, but feeling my cheeks warming with pleasure and pride nonetheless. “But... you could have, you know. Touched yourself, I mean, while we were doing it, if that would have made it feel better for you.”
“I didn't want to,” she smiled, a wicked gleam entering her eyes. “And I definitely didn't need to! We'll have plenty of time to experiment like that... but I knew from the moment I first saw your cock, I wanted our first time together to be exactly what it was!”
“Our first time together, hunh?” I grinned a little wickedly myself. “Meaning there's going to be a second time?”
“You better believe it, mister!” she laughed. “There's going to be a lot more than that! Keep fucking me like you just did, and I'm not letting you out of my sight!”
“I am eventually going to have to go home again, you know,” I chuckled, giving her a tighter squeeze of her breasts and stealing a little nibble at her earlobe, making her giggle and squirm girlishly.
“But not tonight, you won't!” she shook her head. “Lucas won't be home until late tomorrow night. You can text your mom, tell her he invited you for a sleep over.”
“Yeah?” I asked, visions of what that could mean rushing rapidly through my mind.
“I want to be yours, Daddy!” she purred, sensuously licking along my lips. “All day today and tomorrow! Any position, anything you want to do to me... or anything you want to make me do for you! You don't even have to ask, first... I just want you to take me!” Her eyes flashed with desire, then sudden shyness. “Umm... except for anal, that is! I'll let you do that too, if you want... but you need to give me a warning ahead of time, if you do, so I can go get myself cleaned out and ready for you, first.”
“Are you sure I didn't get hit by a car on the way over here, and I'm not lying in a hospital bed somewhere, hallucinating all of this?” I asked, grinning and slowly shaking my head.
“Pretty sure,” she laughed again, stealing another kiss, then suddenly growing serious and looking away. “Umm... before I get carried away again, and forget I need to ask... Did it bother you, or make you feel weird, or whatever, when I called you 'Daddy'? Or that I wanted you to pull my hair, and spank me like that?”
“No, it didn't bother me. Not at all!” I told her, surprised that she hadn't been able to tell from the way I'd reacted to her requests, and giving her a comforting squeeze in my arms. “I wasn't expecting it, obviously... but I didn't expect any of this! I made my mind up a while back, that I was just going to roll with it.” I gave her a lecherous grin, making her laugh. “Seriously though... my only actual worry was that I might accidentally do it too hard, and wind up hurting you. But once I figured out just how hard you liked it, I was able to relax more, and from then on... well, I don't think I actually have to tell you how much I enjoyed myself, do I?”
“No, no you don't,” she laughed again, settling into my arms. “I can feel your 'enjoyment' oozing deeper up inside of me as we speak! But I'm glad to hear it. You should know, it isn't like it's an every-time thing for me, or anything; I like slow, gentle love-making too, just as much as I do a rough-and-tumble fucking, like the one you just gave me! But Thomas always found it really difficult to let loose that way, when I asked him to. He tried... but he could never quite bring himself to see me as anything but a fragile little doll in need of protecting. And he always thought it was a little creepy, when I wanted to call him 'Daddy'. I tried telling him it was just a dominance thing, not an incest thing, that I just wanted him to take control of me... but it always kinda squicked him out just the same.”
“His loss, then,” I grinned, squeezing her in my arms again and giving her a more insistent kiss, before murmuring into her lips. “I don't know how I'd feel about it if you asked me to call you 'Mommy'... that might creep me out a little. But I like it when you call me 'Daddy'. More than I should, maybe, if I'm really being honest about it... but I like it. A lot!”
“Me too, Daddy!” she giggled shyly, squirming in my arms, sending renewed waves of pleasure cascading through my cock, softening a little now but still lodged deeply inside of her. “And don't you dare ever call me 'Mommy'! I can deal with you being so much younger than me, as long as you keep fucking me so good, to keep me from thinking about it too hard! But you're still my son's best friend; calling me 'Mommy' would creep me out, too!”
“Sounds like we have a deal, then,” I laughed, teasingly pinching her nipples, making her squeal, after which she joined in with laughter, too. She pulled away a little then, finally causing me to slip out of her, then spun around on her knees to face me and threw her arms up around my neck, pulling me into a deeper and more passionate kiss than we'd been able to manage over her shoulder. But it didn't last long.
“Stand up, Daddy!” she asked, in between playful nips of her teeth on my lower lip. “I want to taste myself on you now!”
I eagerly complied, only then looking down at myself and noticing just how completely covered she had left me with her creamy white fluids. Jenna was already licking her lips as she stared at me, and wasted no time at all leaning in for her first taste, moaning appreciatively as she ran her tongue slowly up the bottom of my shaft.
“You like that, hunh?” I smiled down at her, lovingly stroking my fingers through her hair.
“It's proof of how good you made me cum,” she giggled, softly kissing my balls. “I love it!”
She licked and sucked, nuzzled and kissed. She took it slowly enough that she still wasn't done cleaning by the time I'd recovered enough to start responding to her again.
“Mmmm...” she purred, rubbing her cheek cat-like against the side of my shaft. “I'd forgotten how fast boys your age are able to recover! This is going to be even more fun than I thought!”
She took me into her mouth, making me gasp, and unlike her previous attempt at a blowjob this time there was nothing slow about it. She devoured me, sucking like she was dying of thirst, hands on my hips to hold me in place. It was a good thing, too, because I found myself wavering on my feet from the intensity of what she was doing to me, clutching at her head to steady myself. I think she must have misinterpreted though, thinking I was telling her I wanted her to go deeper, because that was what she did, gagging herself repeatedly as my head pressed against the entrance to her throat. She pulled off of me for a moment, panting heavily, her huge, perfect breasts heaving as she tried to catch her breath, both hands wrapping around my shaft and stroking fast. She smiled up at me, crawling backward slightly on her knees as she adjusted her positioning, and this time when she went down she actually got me into her throat. It cost her no small amount of gagging, and it had the tears pouring down from those beautiful blue eyes of hers as she stared up into mine, but she got it done.
“God!” she gasped as she withdrew, coughing and wiping her mouth on the back of her hand, but smiling widely and obviously pleased with herself. “I didn't think I'd actually be able to do that with a cock this big!”
“Me either!” I agreed, shaking my head in wonder. Fuck, that had felt good! “But... you know you don't have to, right? I mean, it felt incredible, don't get me wrong... but so does just having you suck on the head, and taking it all the way like that looked like it hurt.”
“It did... but it was worth it!” she smiled. “I doubt I'll ever be able to bob all the way down like that for an entire blowjob, even after I get some more practice with you and get more used to it. But I needed to at least try, just to see if I could... and every once in a while...” She let the thought trail off, softly kissing the head of my cock as she continued stroking my shaft, the look of unadulterated wickedness in her eyes making me laugh.
“Now tell me, Daddy...” she purred, swirling her tongue around my crown. “Are you going to make me use my fingers to make myself cum for you while I'm sucking you off? Or are you going to forbid me from touching myself at all, so I'll be even more desperate for it when you're ready to fuck me again?”
I grinned down at her, images of both possibilities racing each other through my mind, thrilled with either. But I'd seen that little glimmer in her eyes, so much more apparent for one idea than the other, so for me there was no choice at all.
“No touching yourself, baby!” I told her sternly. “I want all your attention where it belongs, on worshipping Daddy's cock! You'll get your turn again soon enough!”
“Yes, Daddy!” she mewled, her obvious enthusiasm as she dove back onto my dick confirming that I'd made the right choice. She didn't go all the way down again, but it still felt amazing, her hands gently squeezing and playing with my base and balls, doing wonders anywhere her lips couldn't reach. I ran my fingers through her hair, stroked my thumbs over her cheeks, reached down to fondle her breasts, the hot summer sun pounding down on us both, our naked bodies glistening with sweat. It took me longer to get there than when I'd been inside of her, I don't think because I'd cum so recently, but just because she was enjoying herself so much, taking her time and making it last. Even so, I had my limit, and her soft, sucking mouth was driving me towards it relentlessly.
“I'm going to cum, baby!” I warned her.
“Mmmm!” she moaned with anticipation, the vibration of her lips around my shaft the final nudge that drove me over the edge. I tried not to jerk my hips too much this time, but I still inadvertently choked her a little. Thankfully she didn't seem to mind, smiling and moaning happily around my shaft, staring lovingly up into my eyes as my cum flooded into her mouth. She drew away slowly once I'd finished, lips sealed tightly to make sure she wouldn't lose so much as a single drop. She smiled again, tilting her head back, opening her mouth and extending her tongue to show off her prize, looking up at me expectantly. I was momentarily at a loss for words, until my mind flashed back to some of the porn I'd watched, and I realized what she was waiting for.
“Good girl!” I praised her, stroking her cheek with my palm. “Now swallow it, baby! Swallow Daddy's cum!” She eagerly obeyed, eyes locked on mine the entire time.
“All gone!” She announced in a sexy, baby-girl voice, opening her mouth again to prove it. “Your cum is so yummy, Daddy! Thank you for giving it to me!”
“You are so very, very welcome, baby!” I grinned, reaching down to grab her under her arms, making her squeal as I pulled her up to her feet and met her in a kiss. Her lips were ever so slightly salty from the last traces of my cum, but I didn't find it unpleasant, any moreso than the taste of her sweat on her skin. She giggled happily into my mouth, before snuggling down with her cheek against my chest.
“Join me for a swim?” she asked. “The sun's getting a bit much for me, but I don't want to go inside yet.”
“If you think I'm actually going to be letting you swim, you have another think coming!” I replied, making her squeal again as I lifted her by my grip on her ass, her legs wrapping tightly around my waist as I jogged the few steps to the edge of the pool and launched us into the air.
I'd misjudged my aim just slightly, resulting in a bit of confusion, flailing, and laughter as I swam us the extra few feet until I was able to get my feet planted on the bottom of the pool. It was still far too deep for Jenna to do the same of course, but she had me for that; she was clinging to me like a spider monkey, our bodies sliding together erotically as we began to kiss. I'd have been quite happy to do nothing more than that until my body announced it was ready for round three, but her surprise for me was even better; she lifted herself further out of the water, wrapping her arms around my shoulders and the back of my neck, pulling my mouth to her breast.
I moaned into the firm but yielding flesh, lips closing hungrily around her nipple. She shuddered in my arms, pressing herself deeper into my face, threatening to cut off my air, my hands grasping her ass under the water, holding her tight. She was so hot and soft, her skin tasting of sweat and chlorine, the swollen pink bud of her breast a new and forbidden pleasure in my mouth. I swirled it with my tongue, suckling greedily, nipping it carefully with my teeth, listening intently for the slight variations in her moans that would teach me what she enjoyed. She brought me back and forth between her breasts, following some hidden timing of arousal I couldn't hope to understand. But I didn't need to, not as long as I had her naked, nearly-weightless body plastered to mine, the heat and heaviness of her huge, fantastic breasts pressed into my face.
“Thank God I decided to get drunk out by the pool today!” she moaned, stroking her fingers through my hair. “I never would have had the courage to seduce you like this if I'd been sober!”
“I hope that doesn't mean you're always going to need a drink before you can have sex with me?” I murmured into the flesh of her breast. I said it lightly, like I was just teasing, but privately I was more than a little worried about exactly that.
“Not a chance!” she laughed, vigorously shaking her head. “For the first time, yes... but that was just a matter of getting out of my own way. I won't need to do that again... except maybe for any time I'm getting ready to give you my ass! You're much bigger and thicker than what I'm used to, you know! But in that case, I'll be using it just to help my muscles relax more so I can actually fit you inside, not because I need to get drunk first to give me the courage to be with you!”
“Okay, good,” I told her, making her tremble with a playful little nibble of my teeth. “I'd hate to think we were only having sex because I was taking advantage of you while you're drunk.”
“Hardly!” she scoffed. “And certainly no more than I'm taking advantage of you, with you being so much younger! I think me being drunk cancels it out.”
“Pretty sure that's not how it works,” I chuckled. “But I'm good with it as long as you are, that's all that matters.”
She giggled, swapping breasts again, and we stopped talking. We had sex in the pool once I was ready again, Jenna wrapping herself around me and throwing herself up and down, my hands in a death-grip on that perfect little ass of hers to help lift and steady her. After that it was into the house we went. Jenna pouted and pretended to object, but I put my foot down; she'd been out tanning for a while already when I'd arrived, and I wasn't about to risk letting her burn and ruin our fun together while we waited for her skin to heal. It was an argument she couldn't really refute, and once I pointed out that just because we were going inside didn't mean we had to put on clothes, she was happy enough to relent. We did slow our pace somewhat... teenager or not, there were still some limits on my stamina! But Jenna was feeling inventive and naughty, even moreso the more of her wine we burned off together. We did it next with her splaying herself out for me on her back on her dining room table, and then a little while later with her sitting in my lap, riding me on the living room couch while we watched her favorite porno movie on the bigscreen tv. Then we got sidetracked on our way to the shower when we were supposed to be getting cleaned off, doing it with her bending over and bracing herself against the counter, watching ourselves in the big mirror over her bathroom sink. And then again in the shower, since we spent so much time playing with each other instead of getting properly clean that I was able to go once more. Eventually I even worked up the courage to ask her if she was really serious about her offer to let me do her up her ass... she kissed me like she was trying to crawl down my throat, then darted excitedly off to her bathroom again to get herself ready for me. She took me by my hand and pulled me into Lucas' room when she returned, and we did it with her on her hands and knees in his bed, her cute little ass hanging out over the edge with me standing on the floor behind her, spanking her and pulling her hair, calling her a dirty anal whore for giving all three of her slutty little holes to the pleasure of her son's best friend. I was hesitant when she told me how she wanted it, especially the name calling... but Jenna was insistent, and the string of orgasms she had as a result, violently finger-fucking her pussy for me while I shoved my cock hard and deep up that tight little ass, felt like the strongest ones she'd had yet!
Not that sex with each other was the only thing we were doing together, either. We made supper together, we snuggled up on the couch with her in my lap to watch a movie, we talked and got to know each other better. Basically we were on an extended first date together, only we were doing it naked, and periodically interrupting ourselves with breaks for having sex. We were kissing and cuddling throughout, and at one point when she got really horny but I wasn't quite ready to go again yet, I asked her to straddle my lap facing me, and to masturbate herself for me while I watched, kissing her and playing with her tits. She was actually shy about that one, blushing adorably, but in the end she enjoyed herself doing it almost as much as I did watching her. We took pictures with our phones, too, both alone and together, so we'd have something to tide ourselves over until the next time Lucas went to his dad's. We capped off the night with a soft, slow missionary love-making in her bed, sharing a second much quicker shower to get clean, then changing her sheets and crawling back into bed together. I cuddled up tightly behind her, my softened cock held snugly between the curves of her spectacular little ass, possessively wrapping my arm around her with my hand cupping her breast. Jenna nuzzled her cheek into my biceps and was out like a light, the rhythm of her soft, gentle breathing almost hypnotizing... but my mind wouldn't let me sleep. I couldn't believe that this gorgeous, sexy woman, who clearly could have had any man she desired, had chosen me! Already I could feel the stirring of what surely had to be love, an aching burn deep in my chest at the thought of having to leave her the next day before Lucas would be getting home. And even worse, having to stay away, for two whole weeks, until we could be together like this again! God, how I already wanted to move in with her, to be with her all the time! We hadn't talked about it... as inexperienced as I was, even I knew it was far too early in our relationship to start talking about that, or I'd risk scaring her off! But I already knew what I wanted; I wanted her, all of her, and always! It wouldn't be easy... my parents would freak, and Lucas would definitely try to kick my ass, at a minimum, to say nothing of all the other troubles we'd be sure to encounter due to our relative ages. But none of that mattered to me, not in the least. I'd found the perfect woman, there was no doubt in my mind. I couldn't even imagine a girl my own age (and they were all definitely girls, not women!) making me feel the way that Jenna did. I would find a way to make this work... I had to!
And with that steely determination filling my mind, and the soft, luscious body of the woman I was coming to love filling my arms, I drifted slowly off to sleep.