Amanda Ch. 01bydan09©
Poor Allison had no idea how jealous her mother was of her. Amanda had been divorced from Allison's father for nearly four years. Since then she had had no luck with men, and then the jealousy started. Allison reminded her of herself in many ways. When Allison turned 18, she decided to let her boyfriend move in for a few months, as he had family problems. A few months turned into 2 years, and Amanda grew fond of John.
John treated her daughter like a princess but she never seemed to appreciate it. Amanda always thought that Allison took after her father.
Amanda noticed the disappointment in John's eyes as he said goodbye to Allison that morning. He came back into the kitchen, his blue eyes looking empty. "I didn't want her to go this weekend. I tried to make her feel guilty, but it only made things worse." He said.
"That was a stupid thing to do," she said. "You know how much she loves her job. "I know," John replied. "Do you want some coffee?"
"I'd love some."
With Johns back turned, Amanda thought it time to play her game. Completing her eyelashes she flicked some of the black mascara on to her white blouse, just above her nipple.
"Shit!" She exclaimed.
John quickly turned around looking concerned.
"Don't just stand there John," She shouted at him. "Get a damp cloth!"
He picked up a cloth and soaked it under the cold water tap. "Quickly, wipe it off before it stains!" She told him.
"I can't do it." He said holding out the cloth.
"I can't do it myself! I have just done my nails, I can't get them wet." She said.
Amanda's nipple instantly stiffened as the cold, wet cloth soaked her breast. Removing the cloth, Johns jaw dropped. Having deliberately left her bra off, she knew that John was now staring right through her blouse.
"Quick, rub it some more I can still see the stain!" She shrieked, not wanting to give John any time to think.
"Fucking hell Amanda, I mean ... you're not wearing a bloody bra!" He shrieked.
"Who cares," she shouted at him. "I don't always wear one. Just wipe it will you."
Hesitantly, he went back to rubbing the stain, and her breast. Amanda felt another wet patch forming, but this time it was in her panties. Her lower lip began to quiver as she wondered if Johns rubbing was taking on a whole new meaning. She couldn't be sure if it was deliberate, but every so often she felt his thumb touching her nipple.
Suddenly, aware of the situation he stopped and turned away. "Oh it doesn't matter; it's an old blouse anyway." Amanda said.
John threw the cloth into the sink and went back to pouring the coffee. Amanda knew she had unsettled him. But she was enjoying herself too much to stop there.
She undone the top button on her blouse and pushed her chest out. John turned around with the coffee and gasped. His eyes quickly moved to the breast that was still showing through her blouse. It looked so inviting as the thin, wet material clung tightly to her soft flesh.
Amanda smiled as she took her coffee and lit a cigarette. He stood watching her breast rise and fall as she inhaled and then exhaled the smoke.
"Well, I guess I better go change before I'm late for work." She smiled.
John was left standing in the kitchen as he tried to digest what had just happened. Had his girlfriend's mother just come onto him?
Later that evening Amanda arrived home to find John sat at the kitchen table engrossed in his laptop. Looking up as he watched her breeze into the kitchen, he suddenly felt nervous in her presence. He quickly stood up and walked to the kitchen sink, trying to hide his nervous state.
"How has your day been? Coffee?" He stumbled.
"Yes please John," she smiled at his shyness. "You're such a sweet boy."
With his back turned she walked up to John and placed her hands on his arms. "It's ok John, there's no need to be shy. I shouldn't have teased you like that this morning." She said.
"It's ok; I know it wouldn't have happened if Allison was here." He said.
"I'm glad she isn't here," She whispered into his ear. "It's nice to spend some time alone with you."
With that, Amanda slid a hand down to his crotch and pressed her body in to his. "How can you say that?" he groaned. "She's your daughter."
"Does that bother you?" she said, now squeezing his bulge. "From where I'm standing it doesn't seem like it."
"Oh, Amanda," he gasped. "Oh, please stop."
His words, spoken through groans, excited her as she squeezed harder and rubbed his cock. "I've seen the way you look at me, you want this don't you?"
"Yes, yes I want this." He answered fiercely.
With two hands Anna reached for his belt and began to unbuckle him. John grabbed the sink and groaned loudly as his breathing grew shallow. But as Amanda went to free his cock, Johns mobile began vibrating next to the sink. They both looked at the flashing screen and read "Allison".
John shook his head and pushed Anna away. "Get away from me!" He hissed before answering the phone.
Typical Allison she thought. Always turning up when she's not wanted. Amanda smiled as she left the kitchen. Her pride slightly damaged, but there would be another time.
Flinging herself on to her bed she gave out a deep sigh of frustration. She badly wanted some cock. A few moments ago she was certain it would be Johns, but now she would settle for anyone.
Lighting a cigarette, her body welcomed the rush of nicotine as she lay in silence. Only the sound of her lips sucking on the filter and then the exhale of smoke could be heard. All she could think about was John. Then, her hand slid in to her panties as she closed her eyes.
The following morning Amanda slid into her black silk night dress and put on some fresh lipstick. Her reflection in the mirror looked wantonly sexy.
"Morning Amanda would you like some coffee?" he asked.
"Yes please." she replied.
Amanda pretended not to notice the look on his face as he handed her the coffee. His eyes were almost popping out of his head as they scanned the length of her mature body.
"Be a sweetheart and pass my cigarettes out of the cupboard." she said.
His back turned, she loosened the tie around her dress, revealing the tops of her soft creamy breasts. She fought hard not to laugh as he handed her the cigarettes.
Amanda lit a cigarette, pretending to be unaware as he stood in silence watching her. Each breath of smoke kept her calm as she grew excited at the thought of what his young mind was thinking.
"You look beautiful." He muttered.
Amanda sat back and looked up at him. "Thank you." She said taking a seductive drag from her cigarette.
"Are you playing games with me, Amanda?" he asked. "Do you want me to play games with you?" she smiled. "I like games." She teased him, sliding a hand inside her dress.
The desire in John's eyes raged as he watched her cup her breast. "Have you forgotten about Allison?" He said trying to remain strong.
Amanda took one final drag from her cigarette before stubbing it out. Looking deep into his eyes she exhaled slowly and seductively. "Makes it more exciting, don't you think?" she said softly.
John tried hard to remain composed but they both knew his will power was rapidly fading. Amanda grabbed a hold of her dress and slowly pulled it open. Her nipples instantly stiffened as the cool air touched her skin. "What are you waiting for?" she whispered.
"You're a bad woman, Amanda." He groaned.
"So why don't you punish me, John."
His big blue eyes stared hungrily at her breasts. He noticed how more rounded and full they were compared to Allison's.
Amanda stood and perched herself onto the edge of the table, her dress slid down her arms to reveal the whole of her naked body. John stood frozen to the spot, unable to look anywhere but her shaven pussy.
"Come here, little boy." She smiled. Pouting with her eyes wide with mischief, she reached for his pants and tugged at his zip. John ran his hands up her legs before taking her breasts in his hands.
"Oh, god." She moaned as he caressed them gently. Amanda began to feel an instant rush of pleasure as he squeezed harder on her breasts. Her skilful hands freed his young cock, sliding smoothly over his rigid pole.
"I'm so wet," she groaned. "I've never been this wet before."
Amanda squirmed as John reached between her legs and cupped her pussy. Grabbing the back of her head, he slid two fingers deep inside her sticky hole.
"Do it," she urged him. "Make me cum."
Then, as she began to moan, he pulled her head towards him and kissed her passionately. Desperate to be fucked, Amanda grabbed his cock and pumped him hard.
"I'm going to fuck you so hard, bitch."
He pushed her back on to the table, grunting like an animal.
"I'm going to fuck you hard and then fill your pussy with cum."
"Come on then, give it to me. Stick it in deep." She panted.
Amanda lifted her legs and looked down at her pussy. John violently thrust into her, jolting her backwards. She could only scream as the thick head of his cock spread her lips and proceeded to fuck her. He grabbed her breasts and, with more force, slammed his cock deep inside her body.
"Oh, god, you're good." She moaned.
"How much do you like my cock?" He grunted. "I love it." She whimpered.
John suddenly withdrew his cock and began to rub his helmet over her clit.
"Oh, god, don't tease me you little shit." She hissed.
"Tell me what you want?" he grinned.
"I want you to fuck me!" she screamed.
"I want you to beg for it, tell me what a dirty whore you are and beg for it." He said.
"Oh, god..." she groaned as he nudged the tip of his cock inside her.
"Go on, tell me." He said.
As she felt his cock slide a little deeper inside of her she clamped her pussy around his cock and sucked him in. "Oh, fuck, Amanda." He grunted trough clenched teeth.
With his cock trapped inside her aching pussy she lifted her head and looked into his eyes.
"Fuck me ... oh, oh, fuck me like a dirty whore ... oh, god. I'm cumming! She shrieked.
He grabbed her hips and thrust harder, sensing the pleasure washing through her, he fucked her as hard as he could. Amanda was gasping and grunting as Johns cock pushed her to a second orgasm. She threshed uncontrollably, bucking her hips as her pussy brought him to climax. Amanda smiled as she felt the cock inside her twitch. Several grunts filled the room as he flooded his hot cum deep into her body.
"We could fuck like this every day." She said tying her dress together.
"What about Allison?" he sighed pulling up his pants.
Amanda looked at John before glancing at the clock.
"Is that the time already?" She chuckled. "I better get ready for work, otherwise I'll be late."