Mable's Breasts Pt. 10

Among the other dancers, Mable slipped her arms around my neck and smiled. I took her in my arms and her body molded to mine as we moved slowly and sensually to the music.

My erection was immediate, and Mable's eyes widened as she felt it pressing against her. "Careful baby," she said with a sly wink. "Remember where you are."

We pressed our foreheads together and smiled as we gazed lovingly into each other's eyes. As the song began to end, I kissed her lightly on her lips and gently lowered my hands to slide tenderly over the sensual swell of her gorgeous buttocks.

Turning hand-in-hand to leave the dancing area, I was surprised to see the group of A-team girls still standing together in a group watching us closely. What the fuck, I thought, wishing they would just move on to other endeavors and leave us alone.

Mom and John joined us. "Why don't you guys get us something to drink while we visit the little girl's room?" Suggested Mom. "We'll meet you over by the refreshment table in a few minutes.

John and I made out way to the refreshment table, procuring sodas for us all and taking a seat at one of the tables to wait for our ladies.

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Mable stepped from the toilet stall after relieving herself and moved up to the sink to wash her hands. In the mirror, she was suddenly aware that several of the group of popular girls she had met earlier were grouping behind her.

Interesting, she thought, wondering what was on their feeble little minds as she carefully dried her hands and made a pretense of leaning forward to smooth the makeup around her eyes in the mirror.

"What's up, girls?" She asked, smiling at them in the mirror before turning to face them.

"We're just curious," said one of the girls, her arms crossed over her chest. "We watched you dancing with James and couldn't help but notice how you two seemed like you were a lot more than just business partners."

Mable smiled politely, mildly surprised by their sense of haughty entitlement and discourtesy. These girls were most definitely in for a rude awakening when they stumbled into the real world and realized the sense of privilege and entitlement that high school afforded them would get them a cup of coffee anywhere in town as long as they had the money to pay for it.

"You were kissing, and he had his hands all over your butt," said another.

Mable nodded, "My, you ladies WERE observant, weren't you? How nice of you all to have paid such close attention," she responded, "Mind if I ask what business it is of yours?"

They glanced at each other for moral support when Mable's attitude suddenly put them on the defensive. "Well...I mean, it just seems a little weird, that's all," spoke up one girl from the rear of the group. "Yeah," said another, emboldened by the first. "I mean...face it. You're just so much more...you know..."

"Older?" Offered Mable, folding her arms defensively. "Is that the word you're searching for?"

"Well, it's true. Isn't it?" said the one named Toni. "I mean, you're probably old enough to be his Mom. It's just a little bit on the creepy side to think you're really his date, or whatever."

Mable laughed aloud, "Yeah, I've been getting that Mom thing a lot this evening. So? What's your point?"

They looked at each other again. "I mean...you just seem way too classy to be, you know...with someone like James."

Mable bristled but kept her calm demeanor. Peripherally she was aware of Leslie stepping from the stall and pausing as she saw the confrontation at the sink.

"What exactly do you mean by...someone like James?" She asked, losing her polite smile. "And, choose your words carefully, his mother is right behind you."

As previously, the girl's heads all turned as one to look back at Leslie as she stepped up to the sinks.

"What's going on?" Asked Leslie, suppressing a smile as she glanced at me.

Mable smiled, "These young ladies seem to be of the opinion that it might be somewhat beneath my dignity to be spending time with someone like James," she said, looking at each of the girls as she spoke.

"Ah," said Leslie with a laugh. "And here I've been, all evening thinking it's been the other way around. Go figure."

Mable laughed aloud, pleased to see the girls appeared more than a little disconcerted as she and Leslie teased one another.

"Listen," said Mable, leaning toward the girls and lowering her voice. "Just between us girls...it's all about the great sex. James fucks me better than anyone else I've ever had in my life."

The girls gaped at Mable with wide eyes, stunned out of their minds and completely at a loss for words. At that moment Leslie turned to her.

"You ready?" She asked Mable with a smile as she dried her hands.

Mable nodded and smiled, "If you girls will excuse us, our dates are waiting."

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Mable and Mom joined us at the table we were seated at, walking arm-in-arm and laughing uproariously.

"What's going on?" I asked as they took seats at the table.

Mom leaned across the table and smiled, "Nothing much," she responded, lowering her voice confidentially. "Your lovely date just outed you to all those prissy girls you call the A-team...basically told them you were really hot shit between the sheets."

I looked at Mable, my eyes wide, "No kidding?"

Mable shrugged, looking a little sheepish, "I may have intimated something to that effect," she said with an embarrassed smile. "But their holier-than-thou attitude really pissed me off."

I could see those girls across the room with their heads together nattering away while glancing at us and couldn't help but smile. "Excellent," I said. "I wish I could have been there to see the looks on their faces."

"It was rather priceless," smiled Mom.

"And...now that school is officially out, I won't have to deal with any of the gossipy ramifications," I sighed contentedly.

"Are you really having a good time here?" Asked Mom, sharing a glance at Mable.

I shook my head, "I had thought it might be a fun thing to do, but all I'm getting out of it is how much I'm glad it's over."

"Why don't we just blow this popsicle stand then?" Smiled Mable.

John frowned, he was obviously enjoying the reception more than any of the rest of us. He had a bigger cadre of friends and enjoyed seeing them.

"Not to worry," smiled Mom, patting John on the arm and smiling seductively. "I promise I can make it up to you once I get you home.

John smiled and nodded, the reception seemingly forgotten with thoughts of Mom losing her dress.

Once we got home, the ladies were suddenly in full-on party mode. Mom brought out the Jameson's for her and Mable, while John and I opted for wine and beer. The TV was on but largely ignored in favor of lively conversation and laughter.

As the evening wore on, we settled into a more comfortable setting, turning off the TV in favor of some smooth jazz on the sound system. We broke up into couples just talking quietly and enjoying one another. Mable was noticeably tipsy and occasionally slurred her words which made me laugh to see her that way.

Mom and John became involved in a very heavy make-out session, with Mom's dress hiked to her hips to reveal her dainty black thong and John's fly open with Mom's hand inside. After a while, Mom stood and pulled John up from the sofa. She bade us all a good night, she too slurring her words as she led John to her bedroom with her dress bunched about her waist and John's hand caressing her bare buttocks.

"Alone at last," sighed Mable with a smile. We sat facing one another at each end of the sofa sipping our drinks and just listening to the music. Mable uncrossed her legs and raised her knee onto the sofa cushion, parting her legs. She smiled when she saw my eyes drop to her legs.

"See something you like?" She asked, raising an eyebrow with a teasing smile.

"Almost," I responded with a lascivious grin. "Maybe if you move your legs apart just a little more though."

Mable laughed, "Are you trying to say that you like seeing my pussy?"

I smiled and shook my head, "I think it'd be more correct to say that I LOVE seeing your pussy."

Mable smiled and drained the last of her drink. I could see from her glassy eyes that she was drunker than I had ever seen her. She set her glass aside and looked at me as she trailed her fingertips along the inside of her thigh and slipped beneath her dress. "Just so you know," she said, with another teasing smile. "I shaved my pussy lips extra smooth this evening...just for you."

I grimaced as my immediate erection met painful resistance within my briefs.

Mable's smile widened to see my discomfiture, "Does it make you hard to think about my smooth pussy lips?"

I nodded, watching transfixed as her hand reached beneath her dress to touch herself. "Oh, my...and would it make you even harder to know how wet my pussy is right now? I seem to have even soaked right through my panties."

I shifted my weight and pulled on the front of my pants to give my erection room within the confines and Mable smiled again. "I think I'm a little drunk right now," she said softly as her hand began to move beneath her dress. "And that's okay, because I'm feeling a little slutty too."

"Show me how hard you are, baby," she purred softly, biting her lower lip as she stared at the crotch of my pants.

I smiled, only too happy to undo my pants and release the pressure on my erection. I unzipped my fly and pushed my pants and my briefs down over my hips to my upper thighs, sighing as my erection sprang free at last.

Mable's eyes widened to see my erection rising up between my shirttails. She raised her dress, revealing her tiny lavender thong panties and the very dark stain where she had, indeed, completely soaked through the material. She smiled at me seductively as she stroked the stained area with her fingertips. "God, I am SO wet," she murmured, her eyes on my erection. She pressed with the flat of her finger, pressing her thong deeper between her lips and stroking herself as she moaned softly.

"Take them off," I whispered, looking into her eyes as I began to stroke my penis.

She smiled, hooking her thumbs under the waistband of her thong, pulling it down in one smooth movement below her knees, leaving it to dangle between her right ankle and her left calf. She raised her knee and parted her thighs wide revealing her glisteningly slick pussy lips. She smiled at me seductively as she moved her hips suggestively, then pressed her fingertips over her lips, pulling them apart slightly to reveal the pink folds beneath, smiling as she watched my eyes following her fingers. She moved her fingers rapidly over her lips, "Can you hear how wet I am?" She said, her voice low and throaty as she created wet sloppy sounds with her movements.

"Are you imagining how good it would feel to slide your cock inside me, and feel how wet and warm I am inside?"

I nodded, stroking myself teasingly as I stared at her pussy. She moved her fingertips over her clitoris rapidly, shuddering at the pleasurable sensation as she continued to move her hips. To my astonishment, she cried out as her entire body shuddered and she began to cum, masturbating right in front of me. As her pleasure took her away, I watched as a small flow of milky fluid oozed from her vagina to flow down to her anus.

"God, I'm absolutely dripping," she sighed as her orgasm began to ebb, slipping her fingertips down to smear the viscous ejaculate over her pink little anus. As I watched in fascination, she took more lubrication onto her fingertips and moved it to her anus, probing with the soft pads of her fingertips.

"Mmm, this feels nice," she said very softly, her eyes only half-open as she probed her finger into her anus. "Do you ever think about how it would feel to fuck me here?"

I swallowed and nodded, watching as she smeared her glistening lube over her puckered anal opening. "Have you ever done it that way?" I asked.

She shook her head slightly, "I had a boyfriend who wanted to do it, but he was just too big. It hurt too much so I never let it happen. After that, I never wanted anyone to ever do it to me like that. But...I would let you do it...if you wanted to."

I swallowed hard, watching as her fingers probed her anus and continued to lubricate her. She raised both of her knees and, with her hands gripping her buttocks, spread herself wide open. "I want you to fuck me, baby," she cooed, "I want to feel you inside me."

I moved toward her on my hands and knees. As I reached her she reached down and took hold of my erection to guide me. To my complete surprise I felt the tip of my cock pressing against her anus.

"Slowly, baby," she whispered, her eyes wide and looking into mine. "Go very slowly."

I pressed forward and felt the tip of my cock slip beyond the tight confines of her anal sphincter. Mable gasped, her eyes wide. I held myself still, looking into her eyes. She moved her fingers over her pussy lips, making them wet as she stroked my cock with her other. She pulled me toward her, and I pressed deeper into her, going very, very slowly. She gasped once more, and I stopped with at least two inches of my erection inside her.

She kissed me, her lips moving passionately on mine, her breathing highly elevated as she began to move her fingertips rapidly over her clitoris. She tore her mouth from mine with a cry, tossing her head from side to side.

"Oh, fuck...Oh, fuck..." She gasped, her body beginning to shudder. "I'm going to cum."

Her eyes closed tightly as she began to let herself go and I felt her anus tightening against me spasmodically. I cried out as my first ejaculation erupted inside her and pressed forward with my hips as I began to let go, sliding deeper and deeper into her anus with each ejaculation.

Mable's eyes flew wide and she gasped, her mouth opened wide in a silent scream as she grasped my buttocks to pull me even deeper inside her. We lay gasping for breath, neither of us moving and just looked into one another's eyes. Finally, she smiled, "Wow," she gasped. "Never in my wildest dreams did I ever imagine something like that could feel so beautiful."

"It's just so tight, I couldn't stop myself from letting go," I said almost apologetically.

"You did it beautifully," she smiled. "Just how I needed it to be to make me feel comfortable."

Moments later, as I slowly pulled my rapidly softening penis from her, we both stood and, without words, made our way to the bathroom for a hot shower and cleanse.

Later, in bed, we snuggled together and giggled as Mom and John made frantic, energetic love again and again throughout the night.

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In the morning, Mable and I awoke early and quickly showered and dressed. We had a full morning of appointments with the bank and then two brand new clients to bring into the fold.

Not wishing to disturb Mom and John, who must be tired from the night's exertions, we stepped out and got two breakfast specials at the Texas Station before heading to the bank.

We quickly worked through the setup process with the two new clients and added them to the already burgeoning calendar, and then returned home. Mom and John were up and around, sitting at the kitchen table. We chatted for a few minutes and then Mable and I excused ourselves for a little nap.

I must have been tired because I overslept and had to rush off to attend to Eleanor's computer, which was due for her monthly service. Fortunately, it would be a quick job as I had managed to keep her unit running in tip-top shape over the past few months.

"Hey, man. Where are you off to?" Said John who was sprawled onto the sofa with a can of Coke in his hand.

"I still have one more quick monthly maintenance job today," I said. "But it shouldn't take very long at all."

Mom heard me and stepped from the kitchen wiping her hands on a dishtowel. "Dinner will be in about an hour," she said, frowning slightly that I was going out.

"Not to worry," I smiled, stepping close to her and kissing her cheek. "It's just a quick job, it should only take thirty or forty minutes at most."

"Hey, want some help?" Offered John, sitting up hopefully.

"Up to you, man," I said with a shrug. "I'm only doing some backup and two quick scans and a defrag. Not all that much you can help me with." Then, seeing the dejected look on his face I added, "But, if you just want to come along to keep me company, then let's go."

Mom cast a sidelong glance at John before returning to the kitchen, and I wondered if all was well between them. Things had certainly seemed good between them last night when the sounds of their lovemaking had Mable and me actually giggling. Mom's headboard was banging into our communal wall and her cries of pleasure attested to several different orgasms throughout the night and early morning.

"So, whose computer are you working on today?" Asked John as he fell in step with me as I walked to the car.

"Eleanor's," I smiled, wiggling my eyebrows.

John returned my smile with a definite leer. "Eleanor, eh? The hottie from Wal-Mart? Tell me true, man. You ever think about hitting on that?" He asked as we slid into the car.

I laughed and shook my head, "Hey, you know the old saying, man. When you got steak at home, why would you go out for a crappy burger?"

John nodded, "Yeah, I guess," he replied, seeming distracted. "You think you and Mable are going to last for very long?"

I shrugged, "I think so, yeah. She and I are still really committed to each other and I really like being together with her."

He was silent for a time, just staring out the side window. Something in his demeanor seemed off. "You and my Mom still doing okay?" I asked.

He sighed and shrugged his shoulders. "Sure...yeah, I guess so," he offered non-committal.

"What's going on, man?"

He shrugged again, keeping his eyes focused on the passing scenery. "I'm not sure if she and I have...you know, the same kind of thing you and Mable have."

"You guys sounded pretty tight last night," I said with a laugh.

He responded in kind and looked at me. "I know, right? Last night was pretty hot." He was silent for a time just staring out the side window. "We...um...kind of got into a bit of a discussion this morning. I guess it was the first time we didn't seem to see things the same way."

"Oh? Mind if I ask what that was all about?"

He shrugged again, "I don't know, man. I really don't. I was just thinking about maybe...changing things up a little bit. You know...instead of just doing what we always do."

I was quiet, hoping he would offer more in the way of explanation.

"Anyway," he offered with another shrug. "She wasn't all that keen on my suggestion and this morning she's been acting kind of cool toward me. It's not that big a deal really, I mean, everybody has disagreements now and then. Right?"

"So, are you guys still good then?"

He threw up his arms, "I don't know, man. I mean, I dig the shit out of her, you know that, I always have. I guess I'm not all that sure I want some big life-long relationship at this point in my life. You know what I'm saying?"

I nodded. I understood exactly what he was saying. The sad part of it was, I also knew my Mom was totally head over heels for John. I could see it in her eyes when she looked at him. She adored him.

"Don't you ever feel that way at all?" He asked, looking at me seriously. "I mean, we're both young guys, right? The only real experience we have is with these two women. Don't you ever think about wanting to be with any other women at all?"

"Well, sure I do," I responded with a nod. "I'm not dead. I see pretty ladies everywhere, all the time, and wonder what it might be like to be with them."