The Journey Ch. 01

He thrust upwards at the same time as slamming her down against his legs. He could feel his monster burrow deeper and deeper into her delicious sex, penetrating as far as she could take him.

"Yes," she was moaning, over and over again. Her voice vibrated around the car. "Yes, yes, yes..."

It drove him on. She'd passed control to him, not even trying to fuck him back. Jessica's mom had abandoned herself to him, just like her daughter would one day. He moved faster, thrusting upwards into her then slamming her wonderful body back down before she could recover.

"Yes, Rodney," her vibrating voice gasped, over and over again. "Yes, Rodney. Yes, Rodney..."

The teenager lost himself. An hour ago she was asking him to take her home. Now she was demanding he fuck her. His cock was aching with the power it radiated. He was a beast, the conqueror of all women he met...

One hand went to her large tits. They were bouncing in time with his thrusts. He wanted to see them but couldn't. She'd arched her back, pushing her shoulders against his. One arm had slid back behind her again, hooking around his neck. Her hair bounced against his face. She'd stopped talking dirty to him and instead was giving out long low growls.

"Like that?" he gasped, out of breath. The sweat poured down his forehead. "Like that?" he repeated.

Her only reply was a switch from growls to high pitched grunts. That's how she sounded when he'd made her cum. The hot woman was about to cum again! And so was he...

His hands slid up to cup her tits as he detonated inside her, crying out with relief as he fired his tribute.

Amanda arched back further, shoving her breasts into his hand as he filled her with his hot cream. Her sex twitched as he ejaculated inside her, the slick muscles tightening each time she sucked another rope of pearly seed.

Then she was cumming too. She couldn't stop herself, her entire body was wired to the mains and she was disgorging her own juices to join his. The two of them couldn't stop, his hands working her breasts as they continued to jerk against each other for a good thirty seconds.

Neither moved for a few minutes, just resting against each other's exhausted body. Amanda could smell the delicious aroma of their perspiration. It would be such a shame never to experience this again.

But she knew she couldn't—just couldn't. Could she?

***

"For the last time, Dan, I can't." Frustrated, Natalie switched off her mobile. This thing needed to be nipped in the bud, and quickly. He'd called under the pretence that he was making sure that she was okay, but Natalie wasn't an idiot. He was looking for a repeat of that night...

That wasn't something she was going to grant him.

Even after the messiness surrounding her being married and having three young children to take care of, it just wouldn't work. She'd be returning to work—sooner now than she'd thought, thanks to finding Jessica Stewart. She'd start gradually: three days a week and then build up from there once she and Jess were both satisfied that all the pieces fit.

But she'd be in constant contact with Dan. If their working relationship would ever work, it'd have to remain just that: a working relationship.

Also, he's a total arsehole, she reminded herself.

Thinking of Bobby and his ill-treatment of her, she wondered why she seemed to find herself attracted to that type? She really should have sown her wild oats when she was younger, like so many of her friends had. Get the bad-boy attraction out early.

Sighing, it was too late for that now. And that really wasn't her, anyway. She was Natalie Walker, attorney of law and loving mother. She was the consummate professional.

Enough was enough...

***

Jessica stopped in her tracks. The bus waiting at the terminal was due to depart any minute, but that wasn't the vehicle that took her eye. It was the battered car parked close to it that got her attention. Rodney's car. He'd be in the local pub next to the Bus Station, popular with all the teenagers around there.

There'd be another bus in an hour, but as she headed towards the pub entrance it occurred to her that she might not need it. Her body was still buzzing from her session with Alison and Sam and the thought of maybe ending the evening with their son made its way to her still damp sex.

He was in the corner of the bar when she entered, sipping at what looked suspiciously like a beer.

"You're driving," she called over, waiting until she had his eye before sauntering across to him, swinging her hips like the new woman that she was.

"It's non alcoholic," he muttered, spilling some as he hurriedly banged the glass back down on the bar. He looked like a child with his hand caught in the cookie jar.

Jessica smiled as she took the barstool next to him. "How are you doing?" she asked, plonking her elbow on the bar and resting her head on her hand. Her face tilted towards him at an angle as she shot him one of her sexiest smiles. "We've never had the chance to chat before..."

"Er... no..." he said and then tailed off as his eyes swept across her. Jessica smiled at him again. He was clearly embarrassed and that was unusual. She'd seen him in action with some of her friends. While still having to perfect his chat up lines, he was never bashful.

"Nervous?" she asked, taking the initiative.

"No. Why would I be?"

Jessica ran a finger along his bare forearm. "Because I've seen the way you've looked at me before, Rodney."

His blush was so cute. For a few seconds his mouth opened and closed but it appeared he couldn't find a suitable answer.

"Want to know how I knew you were here?" she casually asked, picking up his glass and taking a sip.

"How?"

Jessica set the glass back down on the counter and sexily stirred the beer with her finger. "Well," she husked, raising the finger to her mouth and sucking on it. "I've just seen my mother. She told me."

"You're mother?" It was impossible. He'd only just dropped her home ten minutes ago and then headed straight for the pub to get his thoughts in order. It was too early to go home. His parents had told him not to return before midnight. He knew only too well what that meant...

"My mother," Jessica repeated, watching his face.

He didn't just fall into the trap, he dived in headlong. This was the Rodney she'd heard all about. Not the sharpest tool in the box. "Impossible. I didn't tell her when—"

"So," she triumphantly interrupted. "You have been with my mom. Did you fuck her?"

His face gave her the answer. Well, well, well—the little bastard had! That was why her mother had been so secretive. Fuck, she would never have believed her mom had it in her. Was this her first time with Rodney? Somehow she had to find out more.

"Spill the beans," she told him, keeping her excited voice as neutral as she could. Picking up his glass and taking another drink helped promote her air of indifference, although this time she drained half the contents.

"You can't say anything," he mumbled, his eyes darting from side to side as if he was trying to find a way out of the conversation.

"Can't I?" she responded, wiping away some beer from her chin with the back of her hand. "Rodney, I think that you and I have some talking to do..."

The alarmed look in his eyes told her to tread carefully otherwise she could frighten him off. "About what?"

"About information."

"What sort of information?"

"Well," she said, thoughtfully pursing her lips. "I want to hear about what you've been up to tonight. And I guarantee you'll be equally interested in what I've been doing."

Rodney's forehead creased in puzzlement. "I will?"

Jessica nodded, running her hands down the front of her blouse. His eyes followed the movement, homing in on her clearly braless breasts. If her nipples were any harder, she'd be able to use them as a hat peg.

"Want to know how my dress got so crumpled tonight?" she teasingly asked. "Why don't you finish that drink and take me to wherever you've been with my mom? We might as well enjoy ourselves while we swop stories..."