Stacy's Mom

"You like that, huh?" Mrs. Wells purred, arching her back and posing like a model in nothing but the string of pearls around her neck. She could never have done it without the game forcing her to, but...dang, it felt good to have a man look at her like that again.

"Rewards game eight ready." The Zbox interrupted her reverie and she blushed, ashamed of how she was acting.

"Oliver?" She asked, unable to look him in the eye as she sat down.

"Ma'am?"

"After that day with the towel, did you...you know..."

"Did I what?" Oliver asked, puzzled.

"Did you think about me when you...you know."

"When I did this?" He grinned, relieved to be able to grab his erection and jerk it. "Totally. Lots of times."

"You did?" Mrs. Wells didn't know whether to be mortified or turned on, but the part of her that hadn't had a man in her bed for more than a year sure knew how to feel. It imagined him alone in his room, jerking off and calling out her name as he spurted.

"It wasn't just the towel, though." Oliver said without letting go of himself, emboldened by the way her lips were unconsciously curling into a smile.

"No?" Had he peeked at her changing? What had he seen?

"The best was when you came home from tennis without showering. I loved the way you looked all mussed and sweaty." He confessed. "I always imagined you'd look like that after you and Mr. Wells-"

"That's enough, young man." She interrupted him. Could it get any more embarrassing than that? She wondered, but she couldn't help but feel a growing warmth. It had been a long time, and Oliver was certainly attractive, and he seemed interested in her, and...she was old enough to be his mother, she told herself.

"So why haven't you and Stacy done more than kiss?" She asked, turning the subject away from herself. "I always thought you two would be a good pair."

Oliver shrugged.

"I dunno, she's not the girl for me." He looked away, suddenly bashful.

Gaah! Did he have any idea what he was doing to her? Mrs. Wells wanted to yell at him, to tell him to stop making her so hot. If he kept going who knew where this would all end.

When she won the next game, they discovered that Oliver's socks counted as a reward, too. After all that had happened, taking them off was anti-climatic. Still, when he stood and bent down to pull them off Mrs. Wells couldn't resist his firm behind.

She playfully cuffed him.

"Hey!" He yelled, spinning around.

"Oh!" Mrs. Wells froze, one hand covering her mouth in shock. Standing, his crotch was at her eye level and she couldn't help but stare.

"I-I-" She stuttered. "I'm so sorry, Oliver. I didn't mean-"

"You like it rough, don't you ma'am." He leered.

"No! I-" Memories of her adventures with Johnny belied her words.

"That's okay, you can spank me anytime." He said, sinking down beside her, close enough that their hips pressed against each other. His forearm rested on her thigh, and Mrs. Wells felt her skin burn where he touched her.

"Oliver." She whispered, arching her neck in invitation. She wanted him to kiss her more than anything else in the world right now.

"Game 11 ready." The Zbox broke the spell.

"Ah-" She gasped at the sudden letdown.

Oliver bent toward her, ignoring the game, but the moment had passed and she pushed him away.

"We need to finish this before Stacy comes home." She reminded him.

Disappointed, he nodded and turned back to the TV.

This time both of their characters were nude. Mrs. Wells thought about the anonymous faces lining the stands-what would it be like to play tennis naked? She smiled at how it would shock the oh-so-proper folks at the country club. The middle-aged woman hadn't always been such a southern lady-since marrying Bobby she'd worked hard to erase her upbringing, but inside, she was the same girl that loved skinny-dipping and riding Johnny in the back of his own truck. Inspired by the thought, Mrs. Wells played tough and won yet again.

"Player 1 select reward." The Zbox announced.

"What's left?" Oliver wondered, reassured to hear they hadn't reached the Ôgame over' point.

"I don't know." Moving her cursor, she discovered that she could highlight the two halves of Oliver's naked body on-screen-upper and lower. Tempted, but unsure she could handle what it might mean, she clicked on his torso.

"What does that-"

"Player 2 will initiate foreplay." The Zbox said clinically.

"Foreplay?" Oliver wondered. "I-"

Mrs. Wells took charge, grasping his face in both hands and pulling it to her own. Their lips met in a long kiss as his arms moved across her body. Her skin tingled as he touched her, exploring her body in languorous arcs. Her nipples felt tight and hard, waiting for his touch.

"You are so beautiful, Mrs. Wells." He whispered into her neck.

"Alex. Call me Alex."

"Yes, ma'am." He gave her a boyish grin and sank lower, circling her breast with gentle movements of his lips.

"Ah-" She gasped when he took her nipples between his teeth and pulled. Not enough to hurt, just enough to send shivers through her body.

Alex clasped him close, surrendering to his attentions. It felt like his hands were everywhere at once, and her whole body responded to his touch. The pleasure from her breasts was only a bright spark amidst the slow burn that consumed her.

"Oh, dear boy." Her body moved in time with his, and she inhaled deeply, enjoying the musky manhood hiding under the pool chlorine.

When his hand finally-finally!-found its way to the sensitive places between her legs, it was like putting a match to powder. A tremor swept through her body, like a wave of pleasure flowing outward from her abdomen. Oh, God, she had come from his first touch, she thought. Not earthshattering, but a jolt she hadn't experienced in too long.

Eager to repay the touch she slid her hand around to-

"Game 12 ready" The mechanical voice interrupted.

"What!?" The both yelled together, sitting up. Their eyes met and they laughed.

"Forget the game." Oliver urged.

'That was lucky,' Alex thought to herself. 'five seconds earlier and I wouldn't have-' She stopped, a sudden realization dawning. Maybe it stopped because she came. How the machine could tell she didn't know, but she didn't understand how it could do any of this.

"Game 12 ready" The Zbox repeated.

That means...that means I have to win. If I don't, then this ends as soon as he comes, and goodness knows how short that might be. Alex reasoned.

"Ooof." Oliver grunted in surprise when she pushed him away.

"We have to finish the game, Oliver. Don't worry, you'll get your chance." She reassured him. Before the game started, though, she knew what she had to do to win.

"Alright, alright." He agreed, and the two started playing. It was their tightest game yet; once to deuce, then advantage to Oliver, then a rally by Alex to wrest the advantage away from him.

"Match Point, player 1"

'Here we go.' She thought.

"Uunh!" With a Serena Williams-worthy grunt Alex thrust open her crotch as she served. Her knees spread and her rear came off the sofa, exposing herself to the boy. Just as she planned, his eyes swiveled to her crotch-not long, but just long enough. On-screen, the ball sailed untouched.

"Match to Player 1. Player 1 Select reward." Alex would have sworn she heard a satisfied note in the machine's voice. A click on Oliver's lower body and she tossed the remote away.

"Dang-" Oliver sagged back into the sofa, still not understanding what the result met.

With a fierce smile, Alex stood between him and the TV, legs slightly spread.

"I win." She said, feeling a burning sensation where his eyes locked onto the gap between her thighs. "And now it's time for my reward."

Before Oliver could respond she knelt between his knees and looked up. The boy's eyes were wide and his breathing heavy as she took his length in her hands.

"Have you ever done this before?" She asked.

Oliver only nodded, preoccupied by her nakedness, and the slow caresses of her hands.

"Then you know what to do, don't you honey." She moved closer and touched his lips with hers. Alex's skin prickled, like the feeling before a thunderstorm, and the hunger in her belly grew impatient. When their lips parted Oliver leaned forward unconsciously, following the soft warmth of her mouth.

Pulling away from him, she lay spread-eagled on the plush carpet, exposing herself to his eager gaze. From her place on the ground he loomed above her as he stood, his erection seeming to go on forever. She gloried in the thought that it was hard for her. It was proof that after all these years she was still a sexy woman.

Oliver dropped to his knees above her, kissing first one freckled breast, then the other, before nuzzling her neck. He let his fingers drift across her opening, smearing her wetness across her thighs.

"That's enough, honey, I'm plenty ready already." Alex's chest heaved with excitement.

But Oliver paused, as if only now realizing what was happening.

"This is crazy." He said wonderingly. "I mean, it's awesome. You are so hot, Mrs. Wells. I've dreamed, I mean, but-"

"That's enough." Alex placed a gentle finger on this mouth.

Oliver didn't need to be told twice, and it didn't take him long to find her entrance. Slick with her arousal, he slipped inside at once.

She bit her lip as he pushed deeper, stretching her in ways that had grown unfamiliar.

"Ohhh..." The pair exhaled in unison as he sunk to the bottom. His weight crushed her naked back against the carpet, and she arched her back to rub her crotch against his, grinding her most sensitive spots into his skin.

Their lips met as he began to thrust. Being inside her was like moving through honey: sweet and soft and syrupy.

"Oh, God. I'm actually doing Stacy's mom." He muttered to himself as he moved. "I can't believe this."

"Stacy doesn't know what she's missing." Her mom growled in response. She pulled his head down against hers, mashing their lips together.

His hips sped to match their urgent kisses, heating her insides with long, fast, strokes, and her toes curled in pleasure.

For a long time they their mouths were too occupied to talk, but their bodies spoke volumes about lust and excitement. The room filled with heavy breathing and the noise of their bodies slapping together.

"Ohh...Mrs. Wells, it feels so good. I think I'm gonna-" Oliver broke the silence first, arching his back and shivering with pleasure.

"Not yet!" She pleaded. The rubber band in her abdomen was winding tight, but it wasn't quite there yet. Just a little more-

"Oh..oh..I'm gonna-" His hips pounded into hers.

"Oh, baby...keep going...keep going...yes...like that." Alex babbled, raising her hips to meet his thrusts.

Oliver felt like he was going to explode. His gut was tight, his balls were tingling, but it just. wouldn't. happen.

"Oh, God. I-I can't come..." Oliver groaned. "I'm there. I just-I can't-I-"

"Unhh...don't stop!" Alex clung to him, fingernails leaving welts in his back. "Keep fucking me!"

Desperate to come, Oliver accelerated, pounding her hips as fast as his hips would move. Sweat dripped off his body and mingled with hers.

"Unh...Unh...oh, Oliver...Oliver...Ohhhhh!" Alex screamed as he pushed her over the edge. Her body writhed under him, spasming as she came.

"Reward condition satisfied. Game Over. Player 1 Victory." The Zbox announced, resetting the TV the game's splash screen.

"Arghh..." Oliver groaned, still thrusting into Alex's quivering body.

"Oliver...Oliver!" She complained, rolling over hard enough that he fell off.

"But-" He protested. His erection finished the sentence, still gleaming with her wetness.

"Oliver. Listen." She put out a hand to keep him off her. "The reward ends when the winner comes. That's why it ended before when you touched me down there. And I just came again, so it ended."

"But what about me?!" He demanded.

"Don't you get it? Only the winner gets a reward." She explained. Inside, she marveled at what Bobby had sent her. This could be the greatest thing to happen to womankind since the invention of the washing machine, she thought.

He grimaced.

"Oliver, honey. That was terrific. I mean you were amazing. I haven't felt that way in years!" She tried to mollify him.

"But can't we-" He complained.

"Look at the time, Oliver. Stacy is going to get home any minute. Can you just imagine if she saw us like this?" Alex said, retrieving her panties.

"Damn it." Oliver swore in frustration.

"What did you say?!" Alex whipped around, suddenly fierce, waving a finger at him. "Watch your language, young man, or I'll tell your mother."

"Or you'll tell her what?" Oliver riposted, emboldened by his unsatiated lust.

"I'll tell her..." She grabbed him by his still-hard erection and pulled his body against hers. When their lips separated she whispered, "I'll tell her what a wonderful young man she's raised."

Oliver's face softened.

"Now tell me, honey." She continued, running her hand down his chest. "Do I look like you always imagined I would, all hot and sweaty?

Oliver looked at her tenderly and felt his frustration drain away.

"Nah." He forced a grimace.

"No?" Alex's eyes widened. "No?!"

"You look way more beautiful than that." His poker face broke into a warm smile and he wrapped his arms around her.

"Awww." She melted into his embrace. "For that, dear boy, I may even let you win next time."