Moira was having a hell of a hard time trying to fight her way out of the trouble she was in. She had more or less brought in on herself by her own actions. She had seen the look in his eyes about a year ago, right around the time of his eighteenth birthday. She had actually looked twice to make sure she hadn’t misunderstood that gleam.
It was a gleam she had seen in many men’s eyes; it was a glint really, a look of lust, sexual desire, and open admiration. She knew it for what it was, she had had them all her life, even as a girl boys would look at her that way, and as she grew older it became men. Moira hadn’t openly flirted with him, he was her son’s best friend, and he had been for many a year.
But now they were both virile young men, she knew they had both been successful in the girl stakes, always trying to outdo each other, well now if she wasn’t careful, her son Josh would be out done for all time. Her husband was a business man, he often had time away, it was a part of their lives, and he earned great money, so she and her son Josh had almost anything they wanted including the very large five bed roomed secluded house they now lived in.
Josh had, for the time being what could be termed as a regular girlfriend although she knew it wasn’t that serious. But this had led her to where she was now, trying to fight of Jason his best friend, and she was on her way to losing it. It was she knew, her own fault, she had been giving him the eye for several weeks, flighty looks, a sway of the hips, a flick of her hair, deep breaths when she was side on to push up her already ample firm tits.
Moira was still a luscious woman, even at the ripe old age of forty one; her shoulder length hair still had its youthful sheen, still thick and lustrous. She had bushy eyebrows that sat over, as if guarding deep hazel eyes, set wide above a round button nose.
But her lips were the so inviting part of her lovely face, full, sensual, sexually naturally pouting, and so captivating. And Moira had perfected the use of them over the years where she knew that if a contest were to be held for giving a blow job, her lips and her tongue would win it hands down.
Looking like Moira did she have attracted men all her life, and when conditions had been right, she had had sex on one or two of them. Well, if the truth was known, more like seven or eight. Past boyfriends if she had bumped into them, a couple of her husband’s colleagues, a couple of one chance meetings, at a party or out with the girls. But the most dangerous, especially if she had got caught, because it would have brought ‘their’ house down, had been with her husband’s boss.
But the upside of that was Ken, her husband, had got a sudden promotion, and a call to Moira from Larry his boss, saying when he wants another promotion, to let him know. He had never bothered her since, but she was waiting for Ken to tell her he was in line for the next step up!
Ken was away, and Josh her son, had gone on a long weekend trip with his girlfriend and her family. It was Friday night, her evening with her own girlfriends had fallen through, and she had been at a loss as to what to do for some entertainment. She was feeling horny, and knew that before the night was out her vibrator would be put to work.
She had put the radio on, and turned it off again, she tried the TV, nothing, she played her own music, nada! Picked up a magazine and tossed that to one side, she was feeling more and more fed up and lonely. And that in itself produced the naughty horny feeling she was having to endure before it was late enough to go to bed and get on with it! She shouted at herself.
She looked at the clock, 9am. She was still dressed in the clothes she had been going to go out in. Her hair up in a pony tail, a gold necklace, her perfect face perfectly made up. A wrap around poncho type top, tied in a shapely knot at her flat bellied waist. Her skirt was a pleated and flared one, to just above her excellently shapely knees, high backless heels. And below all that, the customary stockings, suspenders, a tiny thong and no bra, and because of this, her nipples were really on prominent show.
Bringing her out of her reverie, there was a sudden knocking on her back door. “Who the heck can that be at this time of night?” she wondered, before clippity clopping her way down the floor tiled hall, and into her expansive floor tiled kitchen. There through the glass panelled door was Jason, he smiled brightly when he saw her.
She opened the door to him and invited him in. “Hi Jason, nice to see you, I’m all on my own and bored, welcome.” This gave Jason the wrong/right signal. ‘All alone, bored, hmmm, maybe I can make that different for her,’ he thought, before saying.
Hi Mrs Grant, I’m sorry to hear that, I’m only here because I thought you were all away, at least this evening, I saw a light or two on so I thought I would check the house out, make sure it was okay.” She eyed him speculatively, about 6ft tall, building out very nicely, strong firm jaw, a stubborn character when pushed. And she had known him and his parents for the last twelve years.
“That’s very gallant of you Jason, so nice and caring, I appreciate that,” she said, laying her eyes on him the way she knew he liked. Moira didn’t know nor realise she was setting herself up for a takedown. She made coffee, and she chatted gaily with him, she told him about her night out, that wasn’t. She was so happy to have some company to talk to. She never thought for a moment, that her now obvious eye flashing and surreptitious flirting was making him think she was ‘game for a laugh!’
‘Jason is a really handsome boy,’ she thought, ‘almost, or maybe just as handsome as my Josh, but there again, I’m biased,’ she sniggered silently to herself. She sat him at the table, and poured the coffee then sat next to him. He was enthralled; he was actually sitting here all alone with her. A dream of which had only ever been in his youthful head.
But his prick was at full attention already as his friend’s mother babbled away happily, and it was urging for some action. “I like your hair like that Mrs Grant, it suits you, and highlights how good you look,” he told her sagely.
Moira placed her hand on his arm and gave it a gentle squeeze, “Why thank you Jason that is a really sweet thing to say, I’m so flattered.” Her smile lit the room; it was so bright and dazzling.
He smiled his best smile for her, and said, “Well it’s true Mrs G, in fact you look fantastic tonight, it’s a pity you haven’t been able to do the town!”
She squeezed his arm again, “well it doesn’t matter now,” she said brightly, “I have you for company now, you are my hero!” She leaned closer, he smelled her sweet breath and wanted to kiss her, and he almost did, but she leaned away again. She had seen his small movement.
They finished the coffee, “Tell you what Jason, would you like a beer or a glass of wine instead hmmm?” she asked him. He opted for the wine, knowing it was her only tipple. She got a bottle of white out of the cooler, and said, “Come on lets go through here.” She led him into her large sitting room, there were three sofa’s, and one chair, two three seater, and a two seater.
She sat in the three seater, he made for one of the others, “no Jason, sit here with me,” she said, patting the sofa she was now on. This was her mistake, though she hadn’t realised she had made it. He was now sure that Moira had been giving off to him signals to him, signals that she was glad he was here. She was being nice to him, and maybe more was on offer. She as alone, no one to worry about, no one could walk in.
He sat next to her, they drank the wine and chatted, she asked him all sorts of personal questions, some about his personal life, about girls, how he ‘got on’ with them. He was guarded in his answers, he didn’t want her to know or think that he would fuck a floor brush in a woman’s hairdressers. Another glass of wine, he poured this time, making sure she got the lions share.
When the bottle was empty, and Jason had made sure she had had about two thirds of it, her hand had rested on his knee. Then she had rubbed his wrist, she was flirting the life out of him, But Jason was close to jumping her very soon. When she looked him in the eye she faced him face on, not a sideways look, full frontal, now Jason was positive.
And his prick told him, GO! He put his arm around her shoulder, leaned across her, turned his head and kissed her full on the mouth. Moira was so taken aback she never moved, she never responded, eyes pinned wide open, she just sat there and let him kiss her.
She just about got hold of her senses, and pulled away, he followed her and got her again, but as she had pulled away she had fallen backwards, and now Jason was half over her, his kiss locked on, and Moira was mumbling behind it. She ended up half laid back, and half laid down, she had no purchase to get back up, and Jason was kissing her properly now. She liked it, and that in itself became a hindrance in her half hearted attempt at her refusal of it.
‘But,’ she suddenly reasoned, ‘this is Jason, Josh’s best friend!’ She put her hand on his shoulder and pushed, nothing! She twisted to try and get some leverage to escape, their lips parted, he half grimaced and half smiled, he went back again, and he locked on once more.
It was the best kiss he had ever had, he had imagined this moment, not the struggle, but the kiss, and it was more than he had hoped for. Not realising, he sought her left breast, his hand cupped it, the nipple resting in his palm, he moved his hand and stroked it. Moira felt the surge in her, her nipple was hard, she knew it, she could tell by its reaction to his palm.
‘I have to stop him, this is getting out of control,’ she told herself. She broke the kiss, and said, “Jason, stop this, what do you think you are up to, let me go this instant. But the instant she was talking about wasn’t the instant that took place. No sooner had the letter t from the end of the word leave her lips, did Jason squeeze her nipple.
“Argggh, Hmmmm….” Jas….” She increased her fight against him, still not thinking he would go any, or much further than he had, She just thought he would come to his senses, stop, and apologise. Moira twisted away and this was her very undoing, she ended up with her back to Jason, and facing the rear of her sofa. Unwittingly she lay on her own left arm, with his now hooked through it.
Jason, quickly understanding what had happened, pushed his arm right in, his elbow crooked inside of hers, and then he took a hold of Moira’s upper right arm. In one accidental movement he had Moira held completely. Jason was on auto pilot right now, he knew in his head that he shouldn’t be doing this, but he was been led by his prick, and the urgent desire he had for his best friends sexy and beautiful mother.
He was holding her as he had dreamed of, he could smell her, her hair was in his face, her warm soft body tight up against his, it was all he had ever wanted. Except for the fact that he was forcing her, he knew it was against her wishes, she was fighting him, she was protesting to him. Moira couldn’t even back heel him, a head butt backwards wasn’t on the menu either.
“Jason PLEASE!” she called to him, he twisted her nipple, once more she ‘Arggghed, and Oooohed,’ he knew she was liking it, despite struggling in his arms. He pressed forward and started to kiss her neck, she moved under him, she couldn’t stop this no matter what she did.
Then without warning, he stopped, jumped up, apologised rabidly, stared wildly around him as though he had just regained consciousness, he turned this way, and that way. He fumbled about himself, cried out that he was so so sorry, he hated himself, begged her forgiveness, and shot out of the room, and ran away. By the time Moira had regained her feet he was gone!
She staggered into the kitchen, her neck was burning from his lips, her nipple was on fire from the attention he had paid to it, her ass throbbed at the memory of his hard young cock sticking into it. Her whole body was ablaze, she was as horny now as she had ever been in her life. And, she also knew, she had been only seconds away from surrendering to him, giving in to him, letting him have what so obviously wanted, her!
She looked at the clock, it was 10.15pm, she sat at her table and thought about what she had done. What he had done, or what he had attempted to do. She had to admit to herself that what had happened had been down to her, she had flirted intolerably with him, and he being the rampant virile young man that he was, had been unable to resist his libido.
“Now Moira,” she said to herself, “you have a problem, if he doesn’t come around as often as usual, or even stops altogether, then questions are going to be asked from all quarters.” She sat and pondered. Her decision was the only one she could come up with, “I have to talk to him, explain that what I did was wrong, that I caused this, and it is all my fault. I mustn’t blame him, he is innocent. Me as the grown up, should have known better.”
She went to her phone and hesitantly rang his cell; she knew that on his screen it would say, Grants, She heard the click, but no voice. “Jason?” was all she said. She got no reply. “Please Jason, we have to talk, please come back here, let me explain, I’m so sorry, please Jason?”
“Why so you can humiliate me again?” he said grumpily.
“Jason, that’s not true, please come back over, I need to talk to you sweetie, please,” she begged.
“Okay,” he sighed, “I’ll be there in ten minutes.”
“Oh thank you honey, you won’t regret it I swear.” She told him, she heard his phone click dead. Moira sat there and tried to converse with him in her head. Soon she had it all planned what she was going to say, how to reason with him. And when she finished, all was well, he was happy, she was, and he would go home knowing that nothing had changed.
Ten minutes later there was a knock on her door once more, she went to it and let him in.”Please Jason come on in, are you alright?”
“I’m fine thanks, listen,” he said, “I shouldn’t have done what I did,” he this to her back, as she led him to where their small battle had taken place.
She sat on the sofa, then stood up, “please sit down Jason,” he did so, and Moira sat next to him. She looked into his yes, then dropped hers to her lap, but her eyes caught his pants before they passed, he had a hard on. It was there as plain as day. She stared briefly at the bulge before averting her eyes.
This simple revelation made Moira stumble over her words, all her set plans evaporated from her mind in the fleeting glimpse of hard cock under cover of darkness. “I, er Jason, I would like to apologise for teasing you like I did, I just enjoyed it, I like flirting, you know that, but it doesn’t mean I want to go to bed with you though, can you understand that?”
“Of course I can Mrs G, but I just so wanted to kiss you, and I’m sorry for doing it, I know you are Josh’s mom, but it doesn’t stop me from wanting to do that.” he told her. “And,” he continued, “I might be wrong, but I swore you liked it when I did too.” He wasn’t wrong there, Moira thought lamely.
Her eyes had drifted from her lap back to the bulge in his pants, she was still horny, and her eyes, which were pointed sideways at it, were taking stock of the hidden secret, the mystery behind the material that contained it.
“But Jason, you are Josh’s best friend, I have known you forever, we can’t be like this, it wouldn’t be right, would it?” Her hesitant ‘would it?’ was a question for him, not a statement.
“I don’t suppose it would be right Mrs G,” he answered, “but no one would ever know we had kissed and hugged, so where would the harm be?” This plausible argument made an impact on her, she twisted her fingers together, this wasn’t what she had discussed with him in her lovely head.
Her head still lowered, her eyes caught on the bulge that moved on its own, as if challenging her. “Just a kiss?” she said.
“And a hug,” he told her.
“That’s all Jason?” she asked, he nodded his head, waited a brief moment, then slid over to her, they were now side by side, hip to hip, knee to knee, his shoulder slightly behind hers. He raised his arm and slid it around her slim shoulders; they both felt the heat given off by the other. Jason’s cock nearly tore open his trousers.
Moira leaned in to him, her eyes lifting from the live bulge in his pants; she was heating up sexually dramatically.
She tilted her head to his, he dipped his, and their lips met softly, she pulled back, he looked at her, she returned and pulled back again, her lips were readying themselves for proper contact. This time it was made, a lock in, he put his arm tight around her, and he leaned her back in the sofa.
‘This time Jason,’ he told himself, ‘behave like a man, not an errant uncontrollable school boy!’ He invaded her space slowly, he intensified the kiss, his right hand went around her waist, her left came up and around his neck. Her right hand which was between them got a life of its own and settled on his thigh, her fingers squeezed it.
She subconsciously wanted to find his prick and feel it. To learn it, know the size, it was a woman thing she had always had. The necessity to feel a man’s prick, was a joyous occasion she had always savoured. While these benign thoughts were in her head, she was sinking further into the kiss.
“My,” she thought, “this is a nice kiss, I like it.” She was committing the cardinal sin of every woman who knows she shouldn’t be doing what she was doing. She was thinking with her heart instead of her head. Her head would have said stop this Moira, and stop it right now! But her heart along with the rest of womanhood’s leanings towards all things loving and nice, was going rapturously along.
She kissed back, and he gave more, she accepted it more and more, her hand had slid now in-between his thighs, and her fingers dug in a little. Jason pulled her tighter to him, his hand on her waist, ever so slowly climbed her rib cage towards her breasts, where he knew the first prize that was on hopeful offer was, the hot hard nipple he had felt earlier.
Jason was definitely using his head, as well as being led with his standing prick which knew no conscience. He was doing what man has been programmed to do, and that is to seduce, rut and fornicate with the woman of his choice, even if that woman belonged morally to another.
His head, his heart and his cock an balls were on a mission now, and his whole being joined forces to attain that goal, to seduce his best friend’s mother, get her into bed, and fuck her insane. He was in love with her too, and it had been that which had brought him to this, his innate desire to just be close to her, to touch her, know her, be with her. And ultimately to make her his, although he had cast that one aside, he knew that would never happen.
Moira was in limbo, the kiss they were sharing was wonderful, she was in the arms of a loving man, a man who needed her, longed for her, was desperate to love her, and Moira responded the only way a woman can to a man in need of her like this.
She sank into the mire of love; she felt the love he had for her, her being wanted him to love her so that she could give the drowning man substance, love and a hope to hold on to. Jason squeezed her nipple and Moira fell of the cliff of morality. Now it was her in need, she moaned loudly into his mouth, it was incoherent, her hand on his neck pulled him tighter to her, and the hand in his thighs squeezed too.
Her knuckles grazed his prick, another moan left her mouth and entered Jason’s, he responded by giving her nipple what it knew it wanted, a crush, a twist, a roll, a tug, and lastly a nip. This is what sent Moira cascading down the waterfalls of lust and desire. She was diving headlong into her own seduction; everything she had planned was now forgotten.
She had been horny to start with, even before Jason had arrived the first time. Now Jason had made her even hornier, and now she was way past that, she was in urgent and desperate need of this man. He was her son’s best friend, this young tiger that was mauling her and her senses to pieces. She felt for and found his cock with the back of her hand, from there it was the simplest of tasks to lift, lower and hold it.
Moira was now in the realm of wanting what she always wanted when she felt like this, when she was turned on by another man, it had happened in the past and it was happening tonight The difference this time was, this was her son’s best friend, she was more than twice his age, and she had never in her life felt as horny or as sexy as she was. She was also in her own home for the first time with a man other than her husband, who was about to get life’s gift from her.
She found herself being lowered back to her sofa, she suddenly thought, ‘is this where it’s going to happen, is Jason going to do me on here like this and tonight?’ There were many thoughts buzzing around her beautiful head. The fact that he was who he was didn’t matter now to the beautiful forty one year old woman, she wanted a cocking, and she had someone here who was available and extremely willing. And while the thoughts were beating around her head, Jason was hard at work seducing her beyond redemption, beyond relief, and beyond any hope now of saying no to him.
Her hand was securely fixed and tossing him off through his trousers, she needed it now, she needed it where it would do her the most good. Without even thinking, she yelled “STOP!” Jason nearly fell of the sofa with shock and fear. She had come to her senses it seemed, but not in the way she should have, no matter how amorous she was feeling, she shouldn’t be feeling like this with an ardent nineteen year old, who was her son’s best friend.
‘I am forty one ye4ars old,’ she told herself, ‘I am not going to get screwed like an old slag on my own sofa, I need the room to move and play!’ she decided. “Not here Jason, not on this sofa, come on sweets lets go upstairs, it will be better all round if we do, don’t you think?” she said to him. She was suddenly the voice of reason, wanting him to feel more comfortable about it. Moira wanted to be how she liked to be when making love with a man, on her back, him in her arms, her knees almost tucked in her armpits, and her feet waving about above her head.
He grinned lopsidedly, she loved that silly grin he had, and he nodded. She pushed him off her and he fell to the floor, she giggled and got up. “Come on baby follow me,” she told him and headed off, but first making sure the house was locked, and the lights were all off downstairs. She took his hand and pulled him after her, her eyes on him all the way, she stopped five times to kiss him, caress his face, she was fixated now on the event of getting what her body had wanted all day long, cock!
In the bedroom she turned, looked at him and said, “Jason there are only the two of us here, but there is a host of people who can and will get seriously hurt if you let this out, do you understand me?” she said as she scrambled to get his shirt off, followed by his trousers. Moira was hungry, not even just sexily hungry, she was starving for cock. Jason had one that was available right now; Moira was going to have it no matter what. She yanked them down and stroked his cock proper for the first time.
“Oh my Jason,” she beamed, “very nice baby,” she said as she stroked and felt him. “I think I am going to be a very lucky girl tonight honey.” She was so turning herself on now her knees buckled, she found herself staring right at it as it almost poked her in the eye. Moira did the only thing she could in the circumstances facing her, she kissed it. It made Jason sigh with happiness, then she swallowed it, this nearly had Jason sinking to his knees.
His cock fitted her mouth perfectly; she could just get her tongue around it by sliding into the forced gap between her cheeks and the soft, unyielding golf ball head. Moira was a consummate cock sucker, she had had lots of practice on different cocks over the years, and she gave Jason all the benefits of it she could muster.
She also guessed, rightly too, that Jason would blow his load in double quick time. She felt the vibrations starting within him, so she readied herself for the, she hoped, first huge salvo. She wasn’t to be disappointed, he started to shake and tremble, this in itself excited Moira even more.
His hands were in her hair, not only to hold her in place but to steady him too, his feet were spread, looking up at him as she gave him the full treatment, he began to hunch over. ‘Here it cums!’ she roared in her gorgeous head. His primal forward thump hit her tonsils, she pulled back an inch and the thick globs filled her mouth like a sudden monsoon, her cheeks swelled, she gulped and gulped.
Moira had great difficulty in getting it all down; he nearly drowned her with it. It was thick hot steaming cum, pulse after pulse of it bounced in her mouth, around her throat, then down her neck. The taste made her cum too, her whole body fired up totally, her cunt throbbed and jumped as an orgasm ripped through it, her nipples were ready to burst.
Jason blew his last, and Moira had no option but to fall to the floor, getting her breath back was her first priority. Jason kneeled beside her, the last dregs of his cum dropping from the end of his still almost rock hard cock. Moira marvelled at it, she forced herself up with his help and shoved him on to the bed.
“Jason,” she said huskily, throatily, “get on here and fuck me, and do it right now!” she ordered. “This is what you have wanted isn’t it?” she said and pointed to her slick wet pussy. She grabbed his shoulder and pulled him over her. Wasting no time, she took his prick and pushed it in her, now she was where she needed to be. Her arms held him, her knees were where they should be, and she saw her feet waving happily above her head.
Jason drove down and in, it took her breath away, such was the strength of the first thrust from him, her eyes widened, she suddenly feared the next one, but wanted it more than life itself. He pulled back and slammed in again, then he set off at a pace she had never witnessed, he slammed and slammed her, his cock was doing amazing things.
She held her breath, then took great gulps, she tried to go with him, he was already on his second wind. There was no uniformity from him, slam dunk, slam dunk, dunk slam, long out, short back in, crash bang wallop, that’s what he was doing and Moira could not keep up with it. She was on her first but he would soon alter that. Moira felt the immediate stirrings of an orgasm, her feet trembled, her knees shook, her pussy set fire, her stomach churned and then it her, it struck with such wonderful force it almost decapitated her.
She took an automatic grab at him and held on, her fingers, thumbs, and nails all dug in for survival, her feet came down on his back, her heels holding on to what they could. Jason was in full flow now, he had shot his first load, gathered his forces and attacked her fortress again, and he showed no mercy.
It never occurred to him to ease off, there was nothing on his mind except her, here he was, nineteen years old, and on top of his best friends beautiful mother shagging her to bits. There would be no respite for either of them until his next load of hot steaming missiles left the vaults of his sperm bank, and hit and sunk the enemy shipping.
Moira was cumming continually, he creamed her with the stored spunk, it slapped her around like a world champion boxer in with a novice. He scored direct hit after direct hit, she was finished, out for the count, and the victor was acclaimed. Of course Jason had no knowledge of this; he had no idea what he had done, not only to her, but for her.
Moira was still holding on to him, clamped to him in a vice like grip, her breath was ragged, and so was Jason’s. She gradually opened her hypnotic eyes and looked at him; a small smile appeared on her lips. She knew what he had done; he had fucked her into near oblivion. And Moira couldn’t remember a time when she had been made love to like this, she thought she must have been long ago, but the memory escaped her for now, if there ever was one.
Jason grinned happily down at her, this was the absolute ultimate for him, he had always, as long as he could remember, wanted to be close to her, to hug her, kiss her and love her. But now he was looking down at her. And, he had just fucked her brains out, he thanked whomever it was that had kept his prick hard for the second run, because he was sure it would get him an invite to do it all again, nothing would ever again top this!
Jason leaned down and kissed her, she returned it with interest, her lips were as he had always imagined them to be, soft, sweet, yielding, yet demanding, her tongue dipped into his mouth to explore him, she captured him completely.
Moira rolled him on to his side, her knees still high around him, he settled into her as if made to fit. She gazed at him, and then said, and it was the most wonderful thing he had ever heard. Her voice was like a child’s lullaby to him. “Do you want to stay with me tonight honey, can you?”
He fell away from her, reached for his trousers, got his phone out and did a text hurriedly. “What have you written? And to whom?” she asked into his ear.
“My mom,” he said, “I’ve just told her I’m staying at Bradleys tonight, and I’ll call her tomorrow.” He answered delightedly, “And I’ll send her another tomorrow telling her I won’t be home until Sunday, and not to worry.” He giggled and pushed a deep kiss onto her, Moira went with the kiss all the way.
“You are a cheeky young devil Jason Keaton, what are you intending to be doing for the next two days and nights?” she smiled at him, already knowing what he would be doing, her! ‘And Moira Grant will be doing you too my boy, you wait and see if I don’t.’ She told him silently, as her soft beautifully manicured hand closed around his weary balls.
It was 11,45pm, they were into each other big time, Jason was getting braver and braver, taking bigger liberty’s, while Moira’s only responses to him, was kissing, moaning, and returning his searching fingers on her. Then they both nearly jumped out of bed, her phone rang, and it seemed so loud, it scared them out of their wits
Moira put a finger to her lips, and indicated a ‘shushing’ sound; he leaned back on her pillow, dreading her saying to him that he had to go for some reason. “Darling, what a lovely surprise, where are you?” she spoke into the mouth piece. “Oh okay, is it a nice hotel?” she asked, Jason was unable to hear the voice, but it had to be her husband. “Yes, you know me Francis, I always have a new boyfriend in bed with me when you are away, someone has to look after me!” She laughed loud and long.
Mumbled words came down the “Yes darling, you know I would never cheat on you,” she said down the line, “why would I do such a thing?” She reached for and squeezed Jason’s lovely young prick, an audible sigh escaped her lips. “Yes Francis I am feeling extremely horny, you know what I’m like sometimes doesn’t you?” she asked, while nipping Jason’s growing cock.
“Naughty,” she mouthed to him, his cock growing now at a rapid rate of knots as she fondled it and talked to her husband at the same time. She struggled to her knees, “I’m just making myself more comfortable Francis, its awkward lying here like this,” she told him, and then started jacking Jason off. He rolled right on to his back, clasped his hands behind his head and let her get on with it.
Her eyes were glued to his prick as it regained full hardness again, she fingered his balls and stroked the bit underneath, this made Jason bite his lip, she glared at him playfully and shook her gorgeous head, no. Moira climbed over him, her ass facing him, she straddled Jason and her hand went to work, while she held the phone in the other and chatted to her husband about odd items.
“Yes Francis, I am going to get down and dirty with myself, I need to take care of something very quickly,” she told him, Jason heard the laugh from the phone. ‘You wouldn’t be laughing Mr Grant,’ Jason said to him in his head, ‘not if you could see my prick in your wife’s hand, and also know where it’s going next!’
Talking like this had affected her equilibrium, she had made herself more lusty than she had been for a long time, she was feeling as sexy as she ever had been in her entire life, she was more wanton than she ever had been, she wanted to be more desirable to Jason right now, and in dire need of his seemingly never ending hard on
“Bye then Francis,” a gap ensued, then she said, “yes I will I promise, the grin on my face is going to be wide and long,” she said, “I can promise you that, so nighty night darling, I love you”. Moira put the phone down without breaking speed; her hand flitted up and down Jason’s mighty young prick. “Now,” she said, as if to herself, “where was I, oh yes, that’s right I was about to do this!”
She jumped into the air, spun around, landed back on top of Jason, and in a flash he was in her spunk filled pussy once more. “Now,” she whispered throatily to him, as she placed her hands on his shoulders, “this Jason, this is for me okay?” Moira set of at a canter, up and down, up and down, her head bowing, rearing up, eyes closed.
She was riding Jason like the thoroughbred horse that he now undoubtedly was. Her mouth was open in a perfect O, her white even teeth flashing as she rode him. Jason had never been fucked before, he had had women on top, but Moira was so much different, he was the pupil here there was no doubt about that.
She sat up, reached behind with one hand and caught his balls for a squeeze, before settling back into the saddle for an increase in speed. She was almost at the gallop now, panting and puffing she rode. She seemed to be charging towards the fences, but there was only one to jump, and that was right before the finish line. Moira took off and a howl escaped her, she seemed to shatter and crumble on him, she had just had the most amazing cum forever, the line was crossed and she fell on him spent.
She lay on him breathing deeply, his cock was still hard in her but relaxing, “this one is for me!” she had told him. Jason was in absolute awe of her, never in his young life could he have dreamed of this. That he would be in bed with his best friends beautiful mother, the woman he had been in love and lust with for all his adult years. And he just screwed her three times, although this had been the other way round, and the first had been a magical blow job, but it was still manic fabulous sex whichever way you looked at it.
He stroked her hair and petted her, he seemed to understand that this would be what she wanted, to be loved, cuddled and caressed, appreciated, held in the highest esteem by him, she was all of those and more as far as he was concerned. He lay there as she recovered slowly, Moira was taking her time, and she was savouring the fantastic screw she had just had.
The absolute turn on of talking to her husband, whilst she was in bed with their son’s best friend. And, he had given her some of the best sex she had ever had, if not the best. She thought about it, ‘was it the total naughtiness, the illicitness, his age, his innocence,’ though she doubted that. ‘Was it because he is so attractive, did I throw myself at him, he seemed to think so didn’t he?’
She pondered things, ‘was it because he is so irresistibly sexy, the way he tried, and successfully!’ she reminded herself, ‘to seduce you? He built a heat in me that was impossible to refuse,’ she said to herself, behind closed eyes. Moira moved on him, she slid up, buried her face into his neck, and said. “Night night Jason, see you in the morning baby okay?” As she drifted off, he whispered.
“Yes Mrs G, night night, sweet dreams beautiful lady, you are really too wonderful. Moira sniggered and poked him in the ribs.
“Less of the Mrs G while we’re like this Jason, call me Moira. And I know I am too wonderful, that’s why you want me so bad isn’t it?” She snagged his balls and held them as sleep over came her. Jason went to sleep too, safe in the knowledge that tomorrow, which he already couldn’t wait for, would bring a lot more of what had happened to him tonight.
He dreamed the dreams of a happy and well contented young man, he chased a woman through nowhere to nowhere, whom he didn’t know, but he caught her, made her submit to him. She cried out to him of her love for him, her undying acceptance of his utter dominance, her desperate need for him.
He wakened to feel movement under the sheets, for a moment he didn’t know where he was, he was in strange surroundings, then he saw soft silky hair in his eye line. Then he knew, he remembered where he was, and who he was with. The movement he felt coincided with one of his own, he hugged the beautiful forty one year old mother of his best friend, he felt a pang of guilt that dissipated as soon as she squeezed his cock.
Jason felt the greatest joy he had ever known, he moved to kiss her, she turned away from him, he wondered why. “Go and clean your teeth Jason, your breath stinks!” she laughed as she gently caressed his balls.
“But I want to stay here with you, I like what you are doing Moira,” he told her. She stopped immediately.
“Now,” she said, “I’m not doing anything, go!” she ordered, he leapt out of bed and raced off, not wanting to miss a second with her. When he came back from the family bathroom she wasn’t in her bed, then he heard her singing from the en suite bathroom she had. He looked in and there she was in the shower, he was already naked, so he stepped right in with her. She immediately went into his arms, grabbed his cock, and said. “Where have you been big boy, I’ve been waiting here all alone?” she pouted and squeezed him deliciously.
He laughed, and followed up with, “well you’re not alone any more you gorgeous sexy beautiful lady!” And his cock stabbed her in the tummy.
“Mmmm,” she whispered, “it seems not, now what can I do for you young sir?” she asked coyly, as she slipped to her knees once more and sucked him hard. Jason nearly fell over, the tingle in his heavy bell end rang loud and clear. He grabbed her wet head and held her on him, he pumped his prick in to her, rather than the other way round, now Moira was getting a full on face fuck! His back against the wall, Jason knew he was on his way in seconds, he just could not hold it back.
BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOOOOM, he shot the first cannon shell heavy weaponry deep into Moira’s open throat, Moira never swallowed it as much as it shot straight down, it wasn’t until a few seconds later as the massive pump that was his young prick lessened, was it that she could enjoy the feel of the thick cum in her mouth, and swallow to savour him and his steamy spunk.
She was actually amazed, this was a first for her, never mind him, she had always regarded herself as a woman at the top of the sexual tree she lived in. Yet he had done what no other male in her life had, he had cum the way God had intended him to, and he had cum in her in a way she had never experienced.
She had sucked many cocks in her time, and had had many lorry loads of delicious cum to swallow. But Jason had really really really fucked her face; he had held her in place while he finished himself of in her mouth. It had been nothing more, and nothing less than an unforgiving mouth, and face, fuck! Jason held on to the rail now, panting and breathing hard, Moira sucked down what was left of his cum, then licked and sucked his balls.
Her hands were around, between, and up his inside legs, she slipped a wet watery finger into his ass, Jason groaned loudly at the finesse of her finger slipping around in him. Moira’s eyes were in line with his prick, it still hadn’t gone right down, ‘just like yesterday,’ she thought gleefully. Jason stretched and his cock came to rest on the top of her head.
He looked down and took in the awesome sight below him, his friends beautiful mother, on her knees, water cascading over them, taking his balls in her mouth one by one. Her finger was slipping and sliding in and around his ass hole. His wet hair tickled her nose as she moved against him. He saw his prick twitching; the end was red and looked angry, blue, purple, shiny and wet.
He unknowingly took hold of her upper arms and pulled her to her feet, the able bodied powerful young man suddenly saw her facing him. Her gorgeous hazel eyes asking him to fuck her, kiss her, do whatever he wanted, her mind and body totally tuned into him, she didn’t care what he did one jot. Her luscious lips, blood filled, pouty, ready to be kissed, and he did with a passion he never knew existed.
Moira found herself wrapped in strong arms, an equally strong prick trying to dig a new hole through her tummy, she meshed herself to him, trying to get inside of him, she was in such desperate need for him to fuck, make love, and screw her with such abandon, that, if her husband were to walk in, she would throw him out physically, until Jason had finished with her.
The next thing she knew was, Jason spun her around, he had little idea of what he was doing, such was the power she was exerting within him. He lifted her off her feet, banged her against the wall dipped his knees and drove up into Moira’s personal heaven. She was difficult to hold but he made a good attempt, she slipped away once or twice, but Jason was getting the hang of holding her where he wanted.
When he was mindfully satisfied, he gave her the full shot, his heavy weaponised prick drove all the way in, in one huge hit. Moira screamed, he never heard her even though his head was over her shoulder. He held her up, she was flat against the wall, he pulled back and drove in once more, Moira screamed again. Jason’s mind was shut to anything but fucking his best friend’s mom, the beautiful sexy wife of Josh’s dad was his, and he knew it.
Again he was out and back in, Moira cried out once more, he just didn’t hear her, she gave in, there was nothing she could do. Moira was as helpless as she had ever been, when fornicating with another man, Jason’s grip on her was solid and uncompromising. She literally hung there whilst he fucked her, in and out, hips going back and forth; he rutted her like no one ever had.
A climax swept through her, she knew this would happen, even though he was causing her pain, gradually the pain became easier to bear, then came the submission that she knew would come, then on to complete unison. She tried to look behind her and couldn’t, she tried to speak words of endearment and couldn’t.
What Jason didn’t know he was up her tight ass, he hadn’t felt the difference because he hadn’t felt anything, he was where he wanted, needed and had to be, in his friend’s mother again, and he was. He was also creating something new in him, he had never been in a woman’s or girl’s ass, trying had been thought of as a thing for the future, well unknown to Jason, the future was here, right now.
Moira began a series of climaxes, climaxes that would culminate in a huge explosion, one which she would have no control over, and it was on its way. The churning in her ass, became a roiling storm in her stomach, her nipples were grazing against the tiles as she went up and down on Jason’s prick. Then whump, bang thud, and crash, she was suddenly a train wreck.
Her arms which had been up near her head fell away, she was now fully supported on Jason’s bar of young hot flesh, his arms around her waist he just humped her and humped her, all the while he was building to his next blast of hot spunk. And Moira was having cum after cum, then he filled her, her legs swung sideways on the first hit. Her whole lower body swelled his cum spurted into every available part of her.
Jason fell away to his knees, Moira managed to grab the shower rail and stay upright, just. His eyes were glazed; his chest was heaving with the exertion of holding Moira up, and fucking her at the same time. When his eye balls stayed still he found himself looking down at what had been his prick, it was slimy with brown and his cum, the water was washing it off.
He tried to think why it was like it was, but he couldn’t, he lifted his tired head and looked up, there right above him, no more than a foot away was Moira’s ass hole, and it was wide open, his cum was dripping out of it. It took several long moments for him to realise what he had been doing. ‘I’ve just fucked her in the ass, and never knew it, no wonder it was a tight squeeze!’ he put his thumbs against her wide hole and pressed it apart, more cum dropped out.
He had never seen a sight like it before, and rather than disgust him, he loved it. And for the umpteenth time since he had first got with her, he never knew he had leaned forward and licked her ass, he got his cum and her shit on his tongue, but it was the best taste he had ever had. Moira moaned and the new but soft intrusion, Jason poked the tip of his tongue in, and he thought it was magical.
Then he pulled back, thinking of her, how Moira was, was she alright? He jumped up on weakened legs and took her in his arms. “Take me to bed Jason, don’t bother about anything, just get me there, I have to lay down before I collapse.” He picked her up easily and rushed her to bed; he climbed on with her, kissed her and loved her.
He wanted to apologise, but thought better of it, he would wait for her. Moira lay there as if she had been shot! Which in reality she more or less had been, she was breathing normally now, as was Jason, she opened her huge daunting eyes and laid then to rest upon him. ‘Now I’m for it?’ he thought gloomily.
She smiled at him, it lifted his heart. “Jason, you are the most extraordinary lover I have ever know darling, you really are. I wish I could meet you now, as the young woman I once was. I would never ever let you go, you would be under lock and key for the rest of your life, come here!” He grinned from ear to ear.
He lay down next to her and he was wrapped in her arms and legs, cocooned, he felt safe, loved and wanted, he was. They were wakened at noon by the trilling of Jason’s phone, he jumped out of bed and retrieved it. “Hello,” he answered.
“Hi Jason, it’s me Josh, you okay buddy?” Jason’s mouth gaped; he looked at Moira, Josh’s mother whom he was sharing his weekend with, and bonking her silly. ‘Josh,’ he mouthed. Moira mouthed back, ‘speak to him.’ He moved back to her so she could hear what he was saying.
“Hi Josh, I’m just fine, you having a good weekend?”
“I’m having a great time, but the reason I’m calling you is, one, go round and see my mom, make sure she is alright for me okay?” Moira beamed with pride, but her jaw dropped when he spoke the next words. “And keep your dick in your trousers you randy sod, I know how much you fancy her!”
Jason said, “I will, go and see her, but you know how beautiful and sexy your mom is Josh, it’s no wonder I fancy her is it?”
“No Jason I do know that, now,” he said, “the second thing I can’t wait to tell you, I was alone with Linda’s mom for about fifteen minutes, and she told me that when they get back she wants to see me on her own. I thought, why does she want to do that? Then she grabbed my dick, can you believe that.”
“Bloody hell Josh, she’s nearly as good looking as you’re mom, what are you going to do?” Moira was now playing with his cock, and the look in her eyes told him she liked where this was going.
“What am I going to do,” he asked incredulously, “have you lost your mind; I’m going round there at the earliest opportunity and fuck her brains out!” Moira gaped at the phone at her son’s use of such profanity, then she smiled, she had no grounds for complaint, she was doing exactly the same thing with his best friend.
Jason laughed, “Go for it buddy, I would,” he looked at Moira, ‘I already have,’ he mouthed to her; she had to stifle a giggle. “In that case Josh,” and he eyed Moira, “you won’t mind if I have a pop at your mom, I mean, she is on her own isn’t she?” He waited for the explosion.
“Just don’t tell anyone or I’ll kill you!” It was the most unexpected reply. His mother flopped back on to the bed; she couldn’t believe what she had just heard. Jason looked at her, his heart was bursting, his body was aching, and it was all for her.
Then he took the law in to his own hands, “Have you ever thought of your mom Josh in that way, you know, er, getting her into bed?” Moira punched him in the ribs making him gasp; she did not like that one bit. But Josh’s reply floored her completely.
“One day Jason, I will, that’s for sure, I know my mom, and I know it’s there! I’ll see you Sunday night okay, bye.” Both Jason and Moira sat there absolutely shocked and stunned into silence. Moira more so than him, because he already knew Josh had it for his mother, just as Josh knew he did too. But to come right out with it just like that was a revelation on its own.
Jason fell over and laughed, it was so funny, here he was having the weekend of his young life with his best friend’s sexy beautiful mother, and now she knew her son wanted to fuck her too. He dived on her and mounted her in the classic 69, she immediately went for him, as his mouth clamped over her silk pussy, his lips and tongue doing the most amazing things to her. Both gave the other all they had. Moira came, but there was no way Jason was ready, ‘and anyway,’ he thought. ‘I need to fuck her properly, me on top, her trapped underneath until I’m ready to let her go.’
He changed positions, looked at her meaningfully, she saw the look, laughed and said, “RIGHT THEN!” He smiled more than happily, and sank deep into her sweet lovely puss. She got in her favourite place, tucked under him, knees in her arm pits, feet waving in the breeze; Jason began to hammer her, her arms held her to him. Jason picked up the pace, Moira knew now how good he could fuck her now, and she went with every stroke.
Bang bang bang he went, eyes locked on each others, lips meeting, heavy breathing, tight gripping, monumental fucking became the norm. Jason went after Moira with everything he had, and for a while she matched him. Then youthful stamina won the day, she began to rock and roll below him, she had nothing now but submission once again.
And Moira submitted gleefully, Jason battered her so wonderfully; she thought she would die from the atomic like detonations going off in her. Soon that fabulous all endearing feeling that he was going to cum, she waited impatiently for him. She wanted to feel the heated furnace like blast of his super heated cum flood her once more. It did, and Moira with Jason became one completely, each others love mingled and mixed together.
Moira had attained heaven, and she knew that unless Jason and her were to repeat this weekend, she never would again, no matter whom she fucked. She also was a pragmatist, she knew there was little likelihood of her ever being on her own for this period of time, the odd night yes, maybe a day and a night, but not two whole days and nights.
They made love manically over what was left of the weekend, and when he left to go home, both were sad, she had told him it was unlikely this could ever be repeated, he nodded, but hoped for some time they could maybe share on occasion. Moira agreed with that, she kissed him goodbye.
To keep her mind occupied, she bottomed the house, making it sparkle, she would never in her life forget this weekend, she had been loved and screwed out of her beautiful head many times. She also wondered about her future, there was Josh to worry about now too, now that she knew he wanted to screw her himself.
She laughed and said to herself, “maybe he will get lucky just like Jason did.” Two weeks later Francis came home and told her he was in line for a great promotion at work, but he had some convincing to do as there was a younger guy in for it too. Moira was delighted for him, then she thought lewdly, ‘I wonder how long it will be before his boss wants a word?’ She got the call two days later.