'Leave it, dear Bryan.' She squirmed to position beside Jennifer as the boy's quivering frame announced full consciousness was back.
'Wow… tight!' He arched against the rug and Jennifer, eyes terror-filled with awareness of the disaster if he saw, responded with the only tool she had. Force him to fuck fury!
Writhing and grinding on the impaling prick, managing silence even when she wanted to scream, she rocked and pulsed in copulation frenzy. Suddenly it was no charade! The cramming cock, threatening to split her into ten women, crushed her clit in rabbit punch urgency and a hyper-sensitized sex trigger was pulled. Fighting the want to cry out in rapture, Jenny rode her orgasm through reaching crest after crest before feeling the start of Bryan's climax.
'Omigosh! Guh… golly… gotta! YEAH!' He was a thrashing, driving stallion, flat on his back and grinding upward into a strange hitherto unfelt new paradise.
His ejaculation shot and it felt as if it was torn from his depths. The feverish tightness was pain and pleasure and at the height of his orgasm it didn't matter which was which.
And it was gone almost the instant he completed.
A sensation that would bug Bryan for nights afterward was that three of them seemed to be there in that den. Celeste didn't say a word for long minutes after he had finished. Her body pressed motionless alongside his. But something needled Bryan that the woman he had just made love to and Celeste were two different people. Impossible! No sense to that at all, he knew!
'What's the blindfold for?' he demanded, feeling her lips at his earlobe.
'No reason.' Celeste sounded noncommittal. 'Some men like to feel trapped and forced into making love. Like a prisoner. Did you know you fainted?'
'That's what it was!' He rubbed his eyes as she took away the blindfold. 'Everything seemed different. You even felt different.'
'What did it feel like just before you fainted?' Celeste smiled at the expression of sheepishness in his face. 'Don't be shy. I want to know. Maybe it isn't good for you to do this.'
'Maybe it's just because it's too good! I got a feeling I was caught in a whirlpool inside you. Like it was swirling me around and around and every bit of me was spunking. Wow! Then right when I was squirting into you I felt my head spinning and I just blacked out.'
'What'd you feel just now when you came to again?'
Listening just beyond the dining room door, Jennifer shivered at the unrelenting after-pressure of Bryan still filling her vagina. Had she really been so bold? she wondered…
It was time to end the romp in the den and she tiptoed through the kitchen, wondering how far the play in her home would run from this point. In the kitchen she felt a tremor of fear when she remembered that her flight from the den had been so fast she had left her clothing. Little danger of Bryan's noticing, the way he left his own things scattered, but it left an after-taste of the risk she had run.
'It has got to stop right here, Jennifer Quinby,' she scolded herself aloud as she pulled on the only outdoor wear she could find in the laundry room. Bikini clad she stepped outside to the car and hurriedly backed to the driveway entry, then drove back again to the back of the house, giving a blast of the horn to announce her 'arrival'.
Next door a curious Denise Pritchard studied the cute teeny bikini on the trim body of her neighbor. From the second floor landing of her home, Denise had seen Jennifer's return from the grocery and puzzled when the station wagon, loaded with groceries, stayed in the drive for almost an hour. The horn brought her running to a window and peering from behind a drape, a fascinated Denise wondered at Jennifer's change to bikini and her behavior with the bags of supplies. It had to have something to do with sex, guessed an intrigued neighbor, and it must have something to do with Bryan.
Even as she thought it, the fifteen-year-old burst from the kitchen, visibly flustered. His hair, usually in place, was ruffled. His rivieras, always showing an impressive bulge, now revealed that if he was seen by a stranger, he would be suspect of mounting an erection. Under tight white elastic was the clear outline of the boy's man-prick, so visible that its dorsal funnel was evident. He had either just shot or was building for it in his mind. Denise shivered with want.
Bryan was shaken by the sound of the horn. Impatient to have Celeste again as soon as her fingers had resurrected his hardness, he had barely entered her body when the horn blast announced his mother's return. In a flurry to dress that amused Celeste, he had dragged his snug trunks across a determined erection.
'Thanks, dear.' Jennifer tried to sound house-wifely routine as she dropped the tailgate on the wagon. 'Some of the bags are heavy and need a man's hand.'
It was a stinging provocative word to a psyched young male. He was a man! He followed Jenny to the steps into the kitchen and as she walked, he mulled the fact that his mother would know about a man and not just about his hand. A man's cock was something she'd also know about.
His thoughts were sex and more sex. He couldn't shake the remembered sensation of incredible tightness locked around his cock as he recovered from fainting. It was why he'd wanted to take Celeste again… fast… to see if he'd faint for one thing. That had to be damned unmanly, he was sure. And more, he wanted to see if she felt that tight the second time around.
Impossible! He was sure he had been loved by a second female. Maybe another Goddess called in by Celeste to share the play with her passed out lover.
Lord! What she must think of his fainting over orgasm! Maybe she changed her cunt size to squeeze him awake!
Before him, stepping into the kitchen, was the impudent petiteness of his mother's bod – cute – sexy… SEXY? It was a label Bryan never had hung on his mom, even if she always had been there for him to see. Often as scantily clad as right now. Bet she'd have felt about the way that tight snatch felt on his dick, he thought, and winced even as he toyed with the notion.
Mother fucker! It was a crack one of the older guys on the football squad had tried to lay on him at practice only a week before. Bryan had come unglued at the insult to his mom. Coach Taylor had had to peel him off the guy.
Now at the kitchen sink he was uncomfortably aware of the sensuality of the female next to him. His own mother? But there was an aura about her… a sexy kind of fragrance, too. He saw the pert thrust of bare breast flesh under a not large enough halter and he spun from the counter quickly.
Hurrying from the kitchen for the rest of the groceries, he saw a drape move in the Pritchard window upstairs. Everywhere! Just everywhere he looked there were females staring and females seducing guys and guys getting hard-ons because of these kind of thoughts.
The surging column of flesh in his trunks was rampaging for freedom when he straightened from the tailgate of the wagon and headed for the kitchen, arms loaded with two heavy bags.
Jennifer saw the pole hardness rigidly vertical against the white trunks. Her son! In erection and in imminent danger of popping out on bold display. Her glance darted to the Pritchard windows and saw no sign of anything moving in that house. With a sigh as the screen door slammed behind his return, she pretended preoccupation at the sink when he reached her side and eased the bags to the counter.
What possessed her, Jennifer knew she'd never understand, but something needled her to dare. As he lifted the box of eggs from the top of one bag, she said softly, 'Take it out, Bryan, before it kills you.'
'Huhwwwatt?'
A box of eggs almost spilled open in his hand and he made a last ditch grab and prevented the disaster. The big disaster was already alive in his mind.
'I won't look. You are about to ruin a perfectly good bathing suit. Are you bothered by me?'
'Aw, hell! Look, you're my…'
Jennifer waved him to silence over her shoulder. 'I know, I know! I'm your mother. And if I didn't ever give you sexual thoughts, I'd be a flop as a female. Am I a flop?'
'Gosh… anything but…!' Crazy vibrations spun through Bryan's brain. Right on top of the games with Celeste and that wild sensation of tiny cunt riding his big cock, the words he was hearing were wildly inflaming.
Truth sizzled home. He had a long burn for this cuddly caressable bundle beside him. She must have had her own burn to even begin to talk like that. Dizzying as it was, to Bryan it was a breath of fresh air after months of wondering.
