Forbidden Ch. 01bylinkznut©
Chapter I – The Beginning
Jill Jensen had a nice home at the end of the circle on Maple Street. She lived next door to her best friend, Connie Evans, and her son, Tommy. Jill was 5'9" with sandy brown hair and a body that had all the right curves in all the right places. She was proud of the shape she was in and worked out regularly to stay that way. She and Connie Evans were good friends, frequently getting together for shopping, dinners, and movies. Jill, at 33 years of age, was 5 years junior to Connie.
Jill had married when she was twenty-two. The marriage hadn't worked out, and they'd divorced after three years. Since then, she had concentrated on her job at the advertising agency, and risen to the level of senior account executive. She made good money and lived comfortably. She dated occasionally, but there was never anyone special, no one she would change her life for.
At one of her frequent outings with Connie, Jill mentioned that she was planning a back yard project. She had gotten proposals and quotes from various professional landscapers, but the quotes were ridiculously high. Connie mentioned that Tommy would be happy to do the job for her and would certainly charge less then those other crooks. When Connie got home later that evening, she discussed the idea with Tommy. He agreed, saying he could start the following Saturday.
It had taken nearly the entire day to clean up the back corner of Jill Jensen's yard, pick up the rocks and shrubs from the garden center, and plant the shrubs. Tomorrow, he would return and arrange the rocks, plant some flowers and clean things up. It looked good. Tommy was pleased with his progress.
Tommy was eighteen years of age, stood 6'2'' tall and weighed in at a solid 190 pounds. He had curly brown hair and was the reason his mom had married at such a young age. He hardly remembered his father. After his parents divorced, Connie had gone back to her maiden name, while Tommy had kept his fathers name, Henderson. After the divorce, his father left town and hadn't returned. Tommy would get the occasional birthday or Christmas card from him, always from somewhere different, but these only seemed to increase the bad feelings Tommy harbored.
As Tommy was finishing up for the day, Jill popped her head out the back door. "Could I interest you in a Coke or a sandwich, Tommy?"
"I'd love a Coke, Miss Jensen, but I'll pass on the sandwich."
"Coming right up." Jill nodded and disappeared back inside. Tommy stared after her dreamily. She may be older, he thought, but you could never tell by looking at her. She had been prancing around all day in a pair of blue jean cut-offs and a skimpy yellow top which did little to hide her obvious attributes. It was a wonder she didn't realize the affect she was having on him.
Truth was Tommy didn't realize the affect he was having on Jill. Jill had known Tommy, through his mother, for almost 7 years. In that time, she'd never viewed him as anything other than Connie's kid. He was certainly cute, not to mention well built, but he was just 18. He'd only graduated from high school last week. Today, however, things were different. Today Jill saw a strong, well built young man, toiling in the sun, body glistening in sweat. Seeing him shirtless, muscles rippling, it was almost more than she could handle. Despite feeling odd about her feelings, she had been unable to avoid finding excuses to watch him work.
Jill returned shortly with a glass of wine for herself and a Coke for Tommy and joined him at the table on the deck. "You got a lot done today, Tommy. It really looks great."
"Thanks." Tommy found it difficult to avoid staring at her. He found himself fidgeting in his seat in an attempt to conceal his growing hard on.
"Do you think you'll finish up tomorrow?" She didn't know what was coming over her, but this boy was having an effect on her that she didn't entirely understand. Jill noticed Tommy's apparent uneasiness. Could it be that this young stud found her, 15 years his senior, attractive? She was aware of a tingling sensation emanating from between her legs, and could feel her juices start to flow.
"Sure, Miss Jensen, I plan on starting around 10:00 AM and should be all done by 2:00, if that's okay."
"That would be perfect, Tommy. I plan on being home all day tomorrow. Do you have everything you need?"
"Yep. I'm all set. Well, I should be on my way," Tommy said as he finished his Coke. If he didn't leave soon, he was sure he'd burst his shorts open. "See you tomorrow."
"Okay. I'll walk with you as far as the mailbox." Tommy rose uncomfortably, trying to conceal his hard on. Jill was right behind him as he headed for the gate. When they reached the gate, Jill stumbled and fell into Tommy, mashing her tits against his arm and inadvertently brushing her hand between his legs. There was no mistaking his firmness.
They made their way silently to the mailbox and parted ways. Tommy couldn't wait to reach his bedroom. He needed some major relief, and fast.
Tommy had no sooner reached his room when he stopped suddenly. "Damn, I forgot my wallet and car keys." He certainly couldn't leave them, but he didn't really think he was up to facing Miss Jensen again. "Well, I can always sneak in the back gate and get them without bothering her," he said out loud.
He quickly retraced his steps, quietly entering the back gate and heading for the table where he left his stuff. He was just turning to leave when he heard some noises. It almost sounded like someone screaming and it seemed to be coming from the house. Worried for Jill's safety, Tommy eased quietly to a partly opened window and peered inside.
What he saw was the most amazing sight he had seen in his young life. There, right before his very eyes, lay Miss Jensen, sprawled out on her bed, fully naked with one hand massaging the most gorgeous tits he'd ever seen and the other frantically working her clit.
Tommy controlled his first reaction, which was to scream and make a run for it. One quick look around reassured him that, in the privacy of Miss Jensen's back yard, no one would see him. He immediately dropped his shorts and went to work on his massive boner, unable to divert his eyes from the heavenly body laid open before him. He stroked himself as she massaged first one tit, then the other, as she spread her legs wide to accommodate both her hands, as she thrust her hips skyward to meet her fingers as they dug deeply into her womanhood. He shot his cum on the side of the house as he heard her scream his name, and watched as she bucked wildly on the bed before letting out a final gasp and collapsing. He nearly collapsed himself. Quickly regaining his composure, he took one last look inside at the goddess lying limp upon the bed before him, gathered up his shorts and took off for home.
That night, Tommy lay in bed reliving the afternoon's events. It occurred to him that, for some reason, he had been responsible for Miss Jensen's arousal. That he had been the object of her sexual fantasy seemed obvious. Something about him, or something he had done, had sent her racing for sexual release immediately after he'd left. He wondered. Would it happen again? Could it happen again? He made up his mind then and there that, if the opportunity arose again, things would unfold differently for both of them.
While dressing the next morning, it crossed Tommy's mind that he should be nervous, uncomfortable with what he'd seen, with how he felt, with what he hoped to do. He wasn't. Tommy had been with girls before. Women no, but girls his own age, yes. He was not wholly inexperienced in the art of love. He was in control of himself and had no doubt that, given the chance, he could handle Miss Jensen. Handle Jill. If this day brought a repeat of yesterday's extra-curricular activity, he intended to seize the moment.
Jill awoke the next morning with a rush of emotions. She knew that yesterday's emotional roller-coaster ride was wrong. She was too old to be harboring such feelings toward Tommy. He was her best friend's son, fresh out of high school. She prayed that, somehow, she could control herself today, that she could put their relationship back on the level it belonged, that she could somehow overcome her body's betrayal.
Tommy arrived at precisely 10 o'clock, let himself in the back gate and went right to work.
"Good morning, Tommy," he heard her shout. He stopped what he was doing, turned and spotted her on the deck. She was dressed in the same blue jean cut-offs as yesterday, only today she had on a short, gray T-shirt, not quite covering her stomach, with no bra. Not much in the way of modesty, he thought, as he remembered her spread-eagled on her bed, her fingers crammed up her twat, calling out his name. "Good morning, Jill. You're looking good this morning."
"Why thank you, Tommy. Is there anything I can get for you?"
"Not at the moment, thanks. Maybe later, though."
"Okay. Just shout if you need anything." She disappeared inside the back door. Funny, she thought to herself, but he'd never called her by her first name before. Nor had he ever complimented her on her looks. She smiled to herself as she felt that familiar tingling sensation building in her loins. "Stop it," she said out loud. "I'm not going down that road again." She tried to get her feelings under control as she went about her household chores, but she kept finding herself at the window, staring at him. Or out back, doing one non-important task or another, stealing a glance his way whenever she thought he wasn't looking. She was beginning to feel like a high school girl with a crush on someone.
Tommy had everything finished and cleaned up by 2:30. He went to the back door and looked inside. "All done Jill. Do you want to take a look?"
"I'll be right there," she her responded.
She met him out by the garden. "It looks great, Tommy. You sure did a good job. Have a seat on the deck I run inside and get your money. Could I interest you in a coke or something?"
You could interest me in something, he thought, but answered "A coke would be great, if you have one."
He took a seat at the table and waited. "I hope you don't mind a check" she said as she returned from the house. She handed him his check and the coke, then disappeared back inside the house. She reappeared moments later with a glass of wine and sat down across from him. They talked for a while about nothing in particular, but Tommy found it difficult to concentrate. His gaze kept returning to the slow, rhythmic rising of her T-shirt, and the nipples, which showed through unmistakably.
It had been impossible for Jill not to notice Tommy's preoccupation with her breasts. She realized that, given the circumstances, her choice of clothing that morning hadn't been the best. She may have sensed the effect she was having on Tommy, but she knew the effect he was having on her.
After he finished his coke, Tommy rose from his chair. "Well, I've got to run now. Thanks again for the job, Jill. If there's anything you need done in the future, just let me know." With that, he collected his things, except for his car keys and wallet, which he conveniently forgot, and headed out the gate.
The moment Tommy left Jill was through the back door and headed for the bedroom. Her top was off before she was two steps into the house, discarded on the living room floor. The next thing she knew, she was lying face up on her bed, her right hand squeezing her breasts, her left hand shoved down her shorts. Part of her was trying to figure out what was going on with her. She couldn't explain how he could have this effect on her. Maybe it was because she hadn't been with anyone for the last year. Maybe it was some strange hormonal imbalance. Whatever it was, it was beyond her control. It had taken all her will power not to jump his bones earlier. She was not going to be denied her release now.
She reluctantly removed her hands from her their current pleasure, and sent them to free her entrapped womanhood. Quickly, the snap on her shorts was released and the zipper down. Placing her thumbs inside her shorts and panties, she quickly removed these final obstacles, kicking them across the room. She closed her eyes and returned her hands to their previous positions, moving gentler now, slower, enjoying the sexual fire building within her. Slowly, but with certainty, her fingers moved to ensnare her clitoris. Her right hand reluctantly relented in its attack on her bosom, and redirected its attention to the depths of her enflamed pussy. With one hand on her button and one attacking her cunt, she moved swiftly and decisively towards what was certain to be a massive orgasm.
Dreamily, she opened her eyes. To her surprise, there was Tommy, sitting above her on the bed, staring intently at her. She screamed his name and moved to cover herself. But just then, her body betrayed her, exploding into orgasm.
"Oh, shit! I'm coming, I'm coming," she screamed, closing her eyes. Her hands shot instantly back to her cunt, renewing their effort with a relentless attack. She kept up this attack as her hips thrust skyward to meet her hands. "Oh Tommy," she screamed as wave after wave engulfed her, carrying her swiftly and deliberately to Nirvana. Finally, her orgasms started to subside. After several moments, exactly how long she couldn't tell, she started to regain her composure. When she finally realized where she was, and what had just happened, she opened her eyes. Where was Tommy? No longer was he towering over her. Had it all been just been a dream? Had it all been just a fabulous, naughty dream?
Then, she felt him. She arched her neck and looked between her legs. There he was. "Oh, Tommy," she cried out. "I'm so sorry. I don't know what's come over me. I'm so ashamed, Tommy." She tried to sit up, when, suddenly, she felt Tommy's tongue licking the juices off of her inner thighs. She felt his soft, tender kisses moving slowly toward the heart of her womanhood. She tried once again to sit up, but Tommy gently pushed her back down. She was powerless to resist him. His tongue continued its march towards her center, kissing her right thigh, gently nibbling her left, until finally reaching its goal.
"Tommy, what are you doing? Please stop, Tommy. Tommy?" His tongue dove deep inside her pussy, lapping up the juices that had only recently stopped flowing from her body. She felt the fires of lust re-igniting.
"Tommy? Ohhhhhhh yes! Ohhhhhh yes, Tommy! Oh please don't stop, Tommy. Eat me Tommy! Eat my pussy! Oh, yes." She couldn't believe what was happening. She couldn't believe it was her telling him to eat her pussy. Oh god, it felt so good.
Tommy moved upwards and began sucking on Jill's love button, sending shivers through her entire body. She clutched madly at her breasts, mashing them into her body, screaming out Tommy's name. He inserted a finger into her juicy, wet cut. Then two fingers, then three. She bucked her hips wildly as her body neared another orgasm.
"Oh, Tommy, I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Oh, Tommy. Oh fuck, I'm cumming, Tommy." Jill continued to thrash on the bed as wave after wave of pleasure swept over her. Finally, it was over. She had never climaxed like that before.
She opened her eyes slowly, dreamily. Tommy lay beside her now, with her pussy juices smeared all over his face. He smiled at her, but said nothing. She looked deeply into his eyes. "Oh, Tommy, this is so wrong." She pushed him gently onto his back and laid her head on his shoulder. Her fingers wandered slowly, aimlessly over his chest. She lifted her head, looked at him closely, bent over and kissed him lightly on the lips. She kissed him again, this time opening her mouth, seeking out his tongue with hers, and finding it. She tasted herself on him, and liked what she tasted. Slowly her hand wandered down to his crotch, still encased in his work shorts.
Having regained some of her strength, Jill swung her legs off the side of the bed and dropped to her knees on the floor. She took his hands and pulled him to his feet in front of her. No resistance was offered. She couldn't believe what was happening. Couldn't believe she was about to take Tommy's cock into her mouth. But she knew that she would. Somehow, she knew that she must.
She reached for his shorts and very slowly slid them down over his hips. It was like opening a Christmas present. Then, at last, it was free, standing straight and proud before her. It was more than she had hoped for. More than she had dreamed of. She discarded his shorts and raised her hands to encase her trophy. She cupped his balls gently in her left hand, then, tenderly, stroked his rigid length is her right.
Slowly, gently she rubbed him. She leaned in to kiss it, lightly on the head at first, then taking the head briefly into her mouth. She circled its eye with her tongue, clearly enjoying the feast before her.
Tommy gently stroked her hair. "Do you like it? "he asks.
"Oh yes," she purrs quietly.
"Do you want it?"
"Then take it," he urged. "Take it like you mean it. Take it hard! Take it all!"
She grabbed his ass, one cheek in each hand, and pulled him into her. She took him deep. She took all of him. Her tongue bathed his cock as she took him. Over and over, in and out she took him, until finally he could take it no more.
"I'm coming," he gasped. "Oh Christ, here it comes." With that, he began pumping his sperm into her mouth. She took it all, but he kept coming. Finally, as she could swallow no more, his stream subsided, the final spurts trickling out of the edges of her mouth. She released his organ from her mouth and lapped up what she could.
She lifted her head and looked up at him, seeking his approval. He smiled at her. Gently, Tommy lifted Jill to her feet. He took her in his arms and rocked her gently. He brushed the hair from her face and kissed her tenderly. She melted into his arms as they tumbled back onto the bed.
Jill came to rest on Tommy, her legs straddling his right leg, her right breast pressed against his chest. She supported her weight on her elbows as she stared into his eyes.
"I don't know what's come over me, Tommy. Part of me is ashamed of how I've been feeling, but I just can't help it," she began. "I've never behaved like this before. I've never had such powerful feelings about any man before. Never before have I felt the animal passion that I felt today with you. I liked it, Tommy. I liked it and I want it again. Can you understand that?"
"You have nothing to be ashamed of, Jill, and nothing to explain. What just happened between us was a beautiful, erotic experience. It's a memory I'll cherish as long as I live. And I, too, want it to happen again." He grinned mischievously. "Maybe I can find out just how deep your animal passions run."
She smiles. "Your wish is my command, oh master." The look of lust in her eyes was unmistakable.
There was silence as Tommy reached up to stroke her hair from her face. God, she was beautiful, he thought, as he felt that familiar urge beginning to build in his dick.
Jill felt it, also. She brushed his face with her right hand and leaned in to kiss him. Their lips met and opened to engulf each other. Their tongues danced crazily, while their hands began to explore each other's body. Tommy rolled her onto her back, released his lips from hers, and sent them to attack her large, excited nipples. She moaned in pleasure as he bit lightly on first one nipple, then the other. She raked her finger nails across his back as he pressed her mounds together, taking both nipples in his mouth together. She bucked her hips madly into his as he began to kiss her belly, moving slowly, but deftly towards her screaming pussy.
"Oh, no you don't," she gasped, rolling him onto his back. She looked into his eyes. He never imagined that someone could experience the level of pure animal lust that was so apparent in her eyes. She rose to her knees and straddled him, her pussy already dripping, crying out for release. She needed him. She needed him inside her, now.