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"Oh yeah. Jim was so right," Jeff moaned.
I tried to circle Jeff's cock but of course it was too thick for my tongue to curl around. Dangerously flirting with my awareness being discovered, I lifted my hands to his flanks and urged him higher. His shaft slid along the side of my nose and scraped over my eye as his balls settled between my open lips which I opened wider, trying to swallow his balls.
"Oh, god, oh god," Jeff cried.
His cry turned to a groan when I managed to open my mouth wide enough to envelop one of his nuts and whimpered as I continued to gently munch the spongy mass. He recovered a moment or two later, pulling his soaked, chewed scrotum back and, with a triumphant cry, filled my vacated orifice with his eager cock. Desperately, he grasped the sides of my head and began haphazardly thrusting his knob over my tongue, banging the roof of my mouth and each cheek in his errant effort to embed as much of his throbbing meat inside the moist warmth of my face.
I swear I don't know how either of us heard it. The loud bang of the front door slamming shut, followed by Stefan's cursing. Jeff yanked himself out of my mouth.
"Fuck! Fuck!" he cried, the muted snarl of his voice unable to conceal the intensity of his feeling.
Thankfully, I was immobilized by fear or I may have given myself away.
"Jeff? ... Jeff?" Stefan yelled, ignoring or forgetting Jeff's earlier reminder that I was sleeping.
Jeff looked wildly about, seeking a blanket, anything to throw over my almost nude body, but there wasn't anything close at hand. I had already put the extra comforter away with the coming of spring. His eye caught my sweater and he grabbed it, quickly holding the neck in an oval and pushing it over my head. He fed my hands into the sleeves and though I tried to push my arms through, his frantic efforts nullified my more adept ones. Stefan was clomping down the hall and my sweater was still hanging like a yoke over my neck, not even pulled over my shoulders let alone covering my breasts. Stefan was almost here.
Jeff slid off the bed and pulled me roughly behind him. We crumpled to the floor, Jeff first and me landing on top of him. Stefan stomped by our room and on to Jeff's further down the hall.
"Jeff," he bellowed.
Jeff twisted onto his side, forcing me off and onto the rug between him and bed. He squeezed me tightly against the boxspring, one breast mashing against it while the other, like my face, was pushed under the bed. Stefan's feet thumped into the room. Dear God, I hoped our thick European soft-top mattress was thick enough that the height of the bed would hide our guilty, half-naked bodies.
"Jesus H. Christ! Where is everybody?"
Stefan's steps grew louder. I braced myself for his shocked cry, a discovery more awful and dangerous than the one I was so worried about only moments earlier. But the steps moved parallel rather than closer to us. Drawers opened and closed. Bang, rustle, rustle, bang.
"Ah, there you are. My lucky hat. I almost forgot you."
Stefan's steps retreated toward the door. Thank God. He was leaving. We hadn't been found. Relief poured through my body and as I relaxed it pressed into Jeff's behind me. I felt his stiff muscles loosening like mine. Except for one. Through it all, Jeff had maintained his erection. His thickness was pressed between my thighs. Suddenly, I became acutely aware that my skirt was still shoved up over my hips and all I was wearing was the lacy black garter belt circling my waist.
The pace of Stefan's steps slowed, then stopped. He was coming back. No, moving away again. Under the bed I saw the the bathroom light flick on. The toilet seat banged down and I heard Stefan unbuckling his belt. He was going to take a dump!
Jeff was moving, slowly pushing his cock between my legs. His right hand, which had been draped over my stomach, slid up to grab my tit. He squeezed and used the leverage to hunch his cock higher, closer to my still slick pussy. It was scraping along the underside of my slit before I had the presence of mind to clamp my thighs together. Jeff kept thrusting, trying to angle his cock up to facilitate its entry inside me.
I was stunned. His father was in the bathroom, taking a dump, and he was trying to fuck me on the floor of our bedroom. I squeezed my legs together as hard as I could but Jeff kept thrusting. He was moaning softly in my ear as his stomach hunched against my bum, his grip on my tit almost painful. Please, Jeff, I thought. You have to stop.
But is was no use. I don't think Jeff could have stopped if he tried. He was one massive, turgid reflex, moving relentlessly faster and faster and I knew I had to help him finish before Stefan was done. He wouldn't miss us again, not with Jeff humping me like this. Even with the fan on, I was surprised Stefan couldn't Jeff's grunts and moans.
I loosened my legs enough to let Jeff move more easily and pushed back to meet his thrusts, the triangle formed by the bottom of my pussy and soft, inner thigs forming an external, surrogate cunt. His moans grew louder and I pushed my head back to bury his mouth in my hair. Jeff was now bucking urgently against my ass. He was close and, afraid the vigor of his thrusts would separate us enough to create that distinctive slapping sound of a wild fuck, I timed my backward shoves to keep our sweating bodies together. Well, that isn't quite true: rather, my body moved effortlessly in exquisite tune with his. He exploded and I pulled myself forward, finally opening my legs enough for his cock to point up, directly at my pussy, letting his semen to splash all over me rather than on the rug and against the mattress. I was amazed the hot splash of his cum didn't trigger my own climax. Slowly, his movements subsided and I stayed as still as I could, as if I had passed out under the influence of the tea. When he pulled his cock away from my messy thighs, I stayed limp on the floor.
The toilet roll spun. Stefan was wiping. In a minute, he'd be finished.
Jeff got up, walked around the bed, and out of sight. Under the bed, I saw his feet circle around and his hands picking up his clothes which he had dropped on the floor before approaching me on the bed. Stefan had walked right over them without noticing they were there. Jeff's feet turned toward the door just as the toilet flushed.
I got up, slipped my arms through the sleeves of my sweater and pulled it down over my breasts. I was walking toward the bathroom, smoothing my skirt, when Stefan came out.
"Oh," he said. "Where were you? I thought you were sleeping."
"I was," I said, then explained further. "I guess I fell off the bed."
"You're kidding?" Stefan couldn't repress a smile. "Are you ok?"
"Yes, but I have to go," I replied, pushing past him. The tank finished filling and it was suddenly dead quiet. "Don't wake me up when you come home," I instructed.
"I won't," he answered, then apologized for waking me. "Sorry."
I waved dismissively. "It's alright."
I walked into the bathroom and turned out of Stefan's sight. Pulling up my skirt, I sat down on the toilet and looked between my legs, dripping with Jeff's cum. Stefan's steps faded away as my hand slipped down to cup my pussy. I rubbed it, gently at first, then faster and faster until I was wet enough that my fingers didn't just slide over my lips but slipped inside with each downward push. I was breathing harshly when I came only a minute later, coming so hard I lunged forward off the toilet seat onto my knees, hunched over, fingers plunged deep and hips bucking on my hand.
This was madness. It had to stop.
* * * * * * * * * *
The next day was Friday but Stefan didn't go into the office. He had to leave early for his next trip, on Saturday or Sunday, so he wanted to get a few things done around the house, things I'd been waiting ages for him to do. I guess he was trying to alleviate his guilt. I almost felt sorry for him, especially after my actions the previous night, until I thought about the real reason he needed to leave early.
Jeff arrived for breakfast just as Stefan was finishing his list.
"What's up?" he asked, casting a glance at his father's list.
"Your Dad isn't going in today. He's going to stay home to get a few things done."
"Oh yeah?" Jeff steered away to the far end of the kitchen, filled the kettle and plugged it in.
"I could use your help if you're not going to school," Stefan said, noting that Jeff was still in his pajama bottoms.
"Can't it wait until tomorrow?" Jeff replied. "I was staying home to study."
"Can't you study tomorrow?" Stefan asked.
"School comes first," I interjected.
"Yeah, yeah. College, smollege." Stefan got up from the table. "Well, I better get started if I'm going to do it all on my own," he complained.
Jeff sat down in Stefan's place and poured himself a bowl of cereal while his father poured himself another cup of coffee instead of leaving to do his chores.
Leaning back against the counter, Stefan asked Jeff, "So what's new with you lately, other than school? Any new girl friends?"
Jeff spluttered around the spoonful of cereal in his mouth.
"Yeah," I chimed in. "You haven't mentioned any girls since Stacy and it's been ages since you brought her around," I teased.
Jeff blushed. "I'm doing ok. Anyway, that topic is off limits," he muttered.
Stefan laughed. "Oops. Struck a sore spot. Spending time with girls that aren't the marrying kind, son? Sewing a few wild oats with the can't-bring-her-home-to-meet-mother type?"
"Never you mind," I reprimanded Stefan.
"C'mon, you can tell your Dad," Stefan persisted.
Jeff's blush deepened.
"Leave him alone," I said.
"I was just joshing him."
Stefan carried his coffee out the door into the back yard. Jeff ate his cereal, eyes cast downward. We didn't speak and he didn't look up until his blush had disappeared. The kettle bubbled up and clicked off. I started to get up.
"I'll get it," Jeff snapped, leaping out of his chair.
I watched as he got two large mugs from the cupboard and some looseleaf tea. I couldn't see for sure but it looked like he got the leaves from different containers. He wasn't thinking of slipping me some tea right now, was he, with his father right outside? He was getting real ballsy. I swung my gaze out the open, sliding glass door to the sunny back yard. Stefan was nowhere to be seen. I looked back at my son. He couldn't seriously be thinking about getting me upstairs while his Dad was home, not after yesterday. Or could he?
Jeff looked over his shoulder and I smiled at him. He sort of nodded and quickly turned back to his task. What audacity. I decided that I would drink his concoction. It was probably the new mild stuff, the stuff that was supposed to make me forgetful. To be on the safe side, if I felt at all woozy, I would just go out to the patio and settle on the lounge in plain sight of his father. He had to be somewhere out there and that would stymie Jeff's wicked plan. In the meantime, I'd just see how far he would push it, at least for a while. I chuckled. I just couldn't believe his persistence.
"What's so funny?" Jeff asked, setting two mugs on the table and sliding one toward me.
"Oh, nothing," I said, dismissively.
Jeff kept looking at me, expectantly.
"I was just reminiscing about that time you were trying to build that tree fort."
Jeff laughed. "I was only six, Mom. My carpentry skills weren't all that great."
"I know. It kept falling apart on you but you wouldn't quit until it finally stayed together."
"Barely," Jeff laughed and pushed the mug closer to me.
I lifted it to my lips and gingerly took a sip. It didn't taste bitter at all. He must have made it very weak.
"I know," I agreed, "but that wasn't the part I was laughing about."
"Oh. You mean the part where it kept falling on my head?"
"No, but your father thought that was pretty funny."
"I remember getting so mad because he was laughing so hard."
I took another drink, a big one. Jeff was watching me closely.
"That's why I kept at it until it stayed up."
I nodded. "I wasn't laughing. At first I did, but not after I saw your determination. It was amazing. You were so little but you weren't going to quit until you got the job done."
Jeff laughed again. "I guess it was funny. Too bad you don't have a video."
"Yes, too bad."
"Can't say I did a bad job. That fort stood up for years."
I nodded, took a very big drink of tea, and changed the subject. "This is really good. Is it a new kind?"
"No. Same as yesterday." Jeff looked very pleased.
I drained the mug and held it out. "More," I pleaded.
Jeff took the mug to the counter and started mixing up a new set of leaves, his back blocking my view of what he was doing. When he was done, he filled the mug with hot water and brought it to me with the tea leave strainer still in it. I grasped the strainer and languidly swirled it around. Jeff stared as my fingers lazily steered the strainer around rim of the mug.
"Do you want to know a secret about that fort?" I cast a sly sideways glance at my son.
"Sure," Jeff answered. He seemed to find it difficult to pull his eyes from my fingers but perhaps the alluring tone of my voice helped him to finally look into my eyes.
"That night, after you went to bed, I went out and fixed that fort."
"No way."
"Yes, way."
"I don't believe it."
"Do you really think a six year old could have built a fort that strong?"
Jeff shook his head, as if agreeing, but only reluctantly.
"I still have the scar to prove it?"
"Scar?"
"Yes. Just as I finished, I fell and cut my leg on the corner."
"Really?"
"Yes, really." I paused. "Would you like to see?"
Before Jeff could answer, I dropped one hand to my knee and pulled my summer dress up, stopping when the hem passed over my knee. I looked at him for confirmation. He nodded but didn't speak, instead swallowing hard as I dragged the dress higher. He wasn't looking at my face any longer, or the mug. I couldn't help smiling but he didn't see me. Higher, then higher, until the dress was stretched across my thighs almost far enough, but not quite, to show my panties.
"See?" I whispered, as if I was baring a secret only he and I could know.
Jeff's head actually dipped, bringing his eyes closer to my thighs. I shifted my right knee outward, opening a gap and dipping my index finger between my legs, pointing to a faint white line, the last vestiges of cut I had suffered long ago in a boating accident before Jeff was born. Of course, after his shenanigans of the past few weeks, Jeff knew it was there but he didn't know how it got there.
"See what your mother suffered for you?" I traced my fingertip slowly up and down the scar. Jeff leaned closer and I opened my legs so he could see better. My panties peeked out and Jeff caught his breath. He leaned even closer but I lifted my knee and crossed my legs, closing the curtain on my impromptu show.
"So, you owe your mother," I snapped.
Jeff leaned back and looked guiltily into my smiling face. I laughed and he followed suit, nervously. I began swirling the strainer in the mug and Jeff looked down but his eyes moved beyond because, though I had crossed my legs, I hadn't pulled my dress down. My thighs were still fully exposed and my lifted leg allowed the full length of my right thigh to display the long S curve of its underside, a part I knew many men found particularly exciting.
I don't know why I was teasing Jeff like this but I found it quite stimulating, even arousing. It had been a long time since I had been so flirtatious with a young man, probably not since some of the parties we used to have when Jeff was very young and I was coming out of my frumpy-feeling stage, in need of attention. I had a flashing memory of watching Stefan dancing slow dancing with one of our neighbors while I sat on the couch with my short skirt, pretending not to notice that the woman's husband sitting next to me had his eyes on my panties, just as Jeff's had been a moment ago. I remembered Stefan steering the woman away and getting lost amongst the other couples in the dark room, but not before I saw him kiss her. I had gulped down the rest of my drink and laughed as I handed the empty to her husband, expecting him to get me another, but he simply took and put it onto the end table behind him. Then he turned and kissed me, right in front of all the other couples, but they didn't pay any attention because none of them were dancing with their own partners and their attention was directed elsewhere. His hand was pressing on my bare thighs and I meant to protest but opened my legs instead. My head was spinning; I had drunk too much. The man's tongue pushed thickly into my mouth and his hand slipped behind my head to prevent a retreat, but there was none. Sensing my acquiescence, his hand slid up my open thighs until it cupped my panties and his fingers pressed into the crevice marking my entrance.
I should have slapped him but I didn't. My arms encircled his neck and I pulled his mouth onto mine. When his fingers slipped inside the leg of my panties, I cocked my hips forward, facilitating their entry. The man started muttering to me, silly things meant to get me hot. I looked over his shoulder and noticed that the room was darker and several couples had already disappeared. The few that remained were no longer dancing, they were pressing their bodies together and making out. One pair was already half undressed. I remember thinking that I wished I had a set of tits like that. Who was that? Mandy. What ever happened to her? Her partner dropped to his knees in front of her. Was he going to propose, my drunken mind wondered, just before he pushed her skirt up and his head disappeared unde it. Mandy pressed his head tight but seconds later she backed up until she fell onto the other couch. Immediately, he was up and between her open legs, his pants already down to his knees. An awkward movement, and he was fucking her.
I looked around the room. Stefan and my new partner's wife were gone. One couple, looking at Mandy and her partner, sank to the floor and started undressing while another pair took possession of the overstuffed chair in the corner. I noticed that the man was Mandy's husband. He pushed his pants down and the woman in the chair leaned forward to take him into her mouth. My own partner was kneeling on the floor in front of me. He lifted my legs and my panties were yanked up to my knees. He didn't wait to pull them off, he just pressed my thighs against my tits and shoved himself inside. I expected his callous, urgent thrust to hurt but it didn't. I was so wet, it just slid in like we'd been fucking for half an hour.
Stefan and I never talked about that night and I never let that happen again, with any man. Nor had Stefan, or so I had thought until recently.
"Mom? Mom?"
My eyes were closed. Jeff's calls were faint but growing louder. Good god, I'd been dreaming. No, not dreaming, remembering. It had all happened. Still, my mind had slipped away. I was about to open my eyes when I realized Jeff's hand was between my thighs. Had that triggered the memory? No, I had started remembering first but it certainly may have helped augment the sexier details. I kept my eyes closed and Jeff's hand moved higher.
"Mom? Mom?" he called, but more softly this time.
His hand moved until is was only a fraction of an inch from my panties.
"Mom?" he whispered, closing the gap, chafing against my tender inner legs, nudging my pretty panties with the yellow flowers. Ridiculously, I hoped he wouldn't get them dirty.
"Mom?" I could barely hear him.
Fingers pressed into my groove and moved, barely, up and down, slowly, rubbing and rubbing, so nicely. I squeezed my eyes shut. God forgive me, it felt so good, I was so ready.
