David's Mom Ch. 02byTxSmutWriter©
Jessie slowly opened his eyes and looked over at the clock on the nightstand next to Mrs. James' bed. His eyes went wide as it registered that it was almost two o'clock. Shit! David is going to be home soon! He jumped out out bed, jostling David's mother as he did.
"What?" she said sleepily.
"David's going to kill me if he finds me in bed with you," he muttered.
Veronica James sat up with a start. She quickly threw off the covers, got up off the bed, and pulled her thick fleece robe on. "I can't believe I feel asleep," she said, quickly making the bed and then watching him finish dressing with look on her face that Jessie couldn't decipher.
As soon as he finished dressing, she walked up to him and put her arms around him and her head on his shoulder. "Thank you," she said softly.
"You're thanking ME?" Jessie said, grinning. The sex that they'd had was mind-blowing for him, and the fact that they'd fallen asleep in each others arms afterwards made it feel like it was something more than just sex.
She tilted her head back and kissed him. "Yes, I'm thanking you. That was the best I've ever had. Now, scoot before David gets home."
Jessie reluctantly broke the embrace, then quickly walked out of the bedroom. He had just gotten his mom's car started and pulled out of her driveway when he saw David's car turn onto the same street. He'd made it out just in time.
On the drive home, he couldn't keep a stupid little smile off of his face, even when he stopped to fill up her gas tank. He'd found Mrs. James, his best friend's mother, tied to her bed with a gag and blindfold on. A virgin, he gave in to his lust and taken advantage of the situation and fucked her. Afterwards, he had partially untied her and escaped, not knowing that his wallet had fallen out of his pants pocket during the act.
After a phone conversation with a clueless David, he'd gone back to her house and faced up to what he'd done. He was relieved when she said she wasn't going to tell Jessie's parents or call the police, then was completely shocked when she bared her body to him and led him up the stairs, back to her bedroom.
"Mrs. James," he thought, then corrected himself. "No, her name is Veronica." In that one day, she went from being his best friend's mom to a sexy, passionate woman.
In the hours that followed that dream-like climb up the stairs to her bedroom, he'd learned much about how a man and a woman pleased each other. She had started by soothing his nervousness with her hand, caressing his cock until it was rock-hard and ready to explode. Then, she laid back and moaned with excitement as his lips found her sensitive nipples, and exploded with at least one orgasm after his mouth trailed down to her nether regions and she'd taught him how to please her with his mouth.
Jessie could barely keep from cumming himself when he felt her pussy convulse against his mouth, but managed to contain himself. He wasn't so lucky later, when she pulled him off her soaking-wet pussy with a strength that only passion could give and begged him to fuck her. He gleefully complied, their mouths locked together in a passionate kiss while his cock furiously pounded her pussy until he quickly exploded deep inside of her as he felt her convulse around him in yet another hard climax.
Despite having cum twice so far that day, his cock never softened. With a devilish smile, Veronica had pushed him off of her and quickly straddled him. His hands caressed and kneaded her wonderfully large tits while she rode him with a fury, groaning in pleasure as another orgasm shook her. He came yet another time, then she'd reluctantly rolled off and collapsed next to him on the bed, her arm around his chest and her head on his shoulder.
"So good," she whispered, then Jessie felt her slowly fall asleep against him. He laid there for a long while listening to her breathe, unwilling to disturb her, looking at her wonderfully plush body until he joined her in slumber.
Still smiling from the events of the day, he pulled into his parent's driveway, exited the car, and walked into the house. His mother, Carolyn, was pacing back and forth in the living room, the cordless phone pressed to her ear.
"...do you have any idea when he'll be back in the office?" she was saying. "Fine, just leave him another message to call home when he can." A pause, then she continued. "Gibson, Donald Gibson. This is his wife." There was a second pause, then she said, "Thank you," sat down on the couch, turned the phone off, and angrily set it on the coffee table.
"What's up, Mom?" Jessie asked.
"Uh, I need your father to, uh, stop by the store on his way home, but his cell phone is turned off and I can't get in touch with him. His office said he was out with a client and doesn't know when he'll be back," she replied, frustration tinting her voice.
"You should be used to that by now," Jessie joked. They were seldom able to get in touch with him when he was at work. The bulk of his father's time there was used having to deal with existing and potential clients to the firm and spent a lot of time either in meetings or out of the office.
The joke fell flat. "I should, but it's getting old. He's worked there since before we were married, and I'd hoped he would eventually get a position where he wouldn't have to be out of the office all the time," she said.
"Well, I can run to the store for you if you want," he offered.
"No. Thanks, honey, but I'll just wait till your father calls," she responded.
Jessie could tell that there was something on her mind that she didn't want to talk about. He debated about trying to press the issue, but decided against it. "Ok, sure. Anything else I can do?"
She looked up at him and smiled. "No, honey, but thank you for asking. How was your trip to Twin Falls?"
"Something came up and David couldn't go. We're supposed to try again tomorrow," Jessie said.
"Well, don't put it off for too long. We need to get the application paperwork together very soon if you're going to attend college in the fall," she said.
"I will, Mom. Promise," he said, crossing his heart with his finger.
The "cross my heart" action should have solicited a laugh from her, but she sat fretting on the couch instead. Staring off into the distance, she sat back and folded her arms over her chest directly below her breasts. The position suddenly made Jessie think of Veronica, how she sat like that when she had confronted him about taking advantage of her.
For a split second, Jessie didn't see her as his mother, but as a woman. He'd know she was a woman, an attractive one at that, but only in the abstract and through the filter of a son's eyes. She was tall, almost as tall as he was, with shoulder-length sandy blonde hair. Lithe and fit, he knew that she worked hard at keeping the pounds that life kept trying to put on her. His eyes flashed unwillingly to her chest, and understood the remark David had said once: "Dude, your mom has a nice rack." He'd almost beaten David up for that comment.
"So we're going after our mother now???" his conscience screamed at him, aghast.
His stomach roiled as he realized what he was doing and he hastily averted his eyes. "I, uh, I'm going to, uh, look up more colleges. I'll be in my room if you need anything," he stuttered.
She looked up and smiled at him. "Ok, honey. You're such a good son and you make me so proud, you know."
Jessie gulped and fled the living room, hastily going into his room and closing the door behind him. His phone chirped as he sat down in front of his computer, alerting him to a text message. He glanced at it and didn't recognize the number.
"David going to cousins this evening. Can u come over about 7? Need to talk," it read. It had to be from Veronica.
He felt a sudden weight in the pit of his stomach. Was she having second thoughts about everything that had happened between them? After what had happened, he was confident that she would keep everything a secret, but he wanted more of her. He wanted to be with her...and not necessarily just fucking.
"Ill be there. Everything ok?" he pecked out on his phone's tiny keyboard.
He waited a few minutes for a response, but none came. He tried doing what he told his mom he was going to do, but couldn't concentrate. He switch to a game, but the same lack of concentration got his character killed three times in a row. He finally gave up and just laid down on his bed staring at the ceiling. Images of Veronica's naked body and the memory of the sensations he'd had with her flashed through his mind, making his sated cock stir. He thought about masturbating, but the idea of his mom catching him deterred him.
He laid there for a long while, then heard the front door slam shut. Glancing at the clock, he realized the sound was from his dad coming home. He heaved himself up off the bed, and wandered down the hallway towards the living room. He stopped when he heard his parents having a whispered argument.
"...and you're still trying to put a goddamn leash on me," he heard his dad say.
"I am NOT," his mom hissed. "Is it too much to ask for you to leave your cell phone on? Your office never knows where you are, and I can't even leave you a text message much less call you. What if it was an emergency? What if Jessie or I were hurt and we needed you right away?"
"You can handle it," his dad replied angrily. "You always have in the past. What's different now?"
"I'm just sick of it. For over 18 years, I never known where you were, never know what you're doing. When I ask, all you say is 'I was out with a client.' I'm starting to think that maybe all this isn't entirely work related."
"Maybe I'm the one that should be worried," his dad countered. "Maybe you're fucking some other guy and feel guilty about it, and you're taking it out on me."
"DONALD!" he heard his mother exclaim. "How could you say that? You of all people should know better than that!"
"I'm not so sure any more," his dad said. "Maybe all this is just an act. You've never worked, you're always at home, you have all the time in the world to fuck around. I've been the breadwinner here, spending all day working hard to provide for our family."
"Yes, you do, but I would never do anything like that!" Jessie heard the hurt in his mother's tone, her voice rising.
Jessie caught the subtle shift in their conversation. His dad had turned the tables on his mother, putting her on the defensive. He'd always been good with an argument, which is one of the reasons he did so well at work -- countering potential client's worries and concerns -- but the idea that he was using those skills against his mother angered him somewhat.
"You don't have anything to worry about," he heard his dad say. "There's nothing happening on my end. Tell you what, though, how about I start coming home for lunch? Think you can get your boyfriends out of the house by then?" The tone of his voice was nasty.
"Screw you, Donald," his mother said, then Jessie heard her stomp off. Jessie was shocked at his mother's words. She never said anything even remotely close that that.
Jessie waited a few seconds, then strolled into the living room. "Everything ok, Dad?" he asked.
"Yeah," his father mumbled. "Your mother has her panties in a wad over stupid shit. She'll get over it." Glaring in the direction his mother, he walked past Jessie towards their bedroom.
Dinner was a tense affair, with none of the usual conversation. His parents glared at each other the whole time and he was relieved when it was over. After helping his mother clear the table, he told her that he was going to David's house for a while.
"That's fine," his mother said absently.
"Mom?" Jessie ventured.
She looked at Jessie with a look that was close to despair. "Jessie...if you knew your father was seeing someone else, you'd tell me, wouldn't you?" Her eyes were getting watery and for a moment Jessie was afraid she might start crying.
"Of course, Mom," Jessie said quickly. "It'd be hard for me to believe that he was, though."
"I thought that way too," she said quietly, turning back to the kitchen sink and rinsing off the dishes.
Glad to have his own car back, Jessie left and headed over to Veronica and David's house. He fretted the entire way over there. When he finally arrived, he pulled into her driveway, walked up to the door, and knocked.
When Veronica opened the door to admit him, Jessie's eyes went wide in amazement. Veronica stood before him in a black dress that showed off all her assets. Her hair was perfect, and she was actually wearing make-up! His eyes trailed up and down her body, ending staring at her cleavage.
Jessie whistled appreciatively, then looked at her face and said, "Wow. You look amazing."
Veronica blushed, then said, "Get in here, loverboy. We have lots to talk about." She pulled him into the house, closed the door, then put her arms around him and kissed him deeply.
Jessie's worries that she was having second thoughts about everything evaporated. The passionate kiss and all the effort she put into making herself beautiful proved that she wasn't.
She pulled him along behind her into the living room, then motioned for him to sit down.
"I need to tell you some things, some things that might make you angry," she said.
"Angry?" Jessie asked. "Why would it make me angry?"
"You'll understand when I tell you," she answered. "But first.....I have a need that needs to be taken care of." She sank to her knees in front of Jessie, then shyly reached out and unzipped his pants. Jessie's hands jumped out to help her, but she gently slapped them away.
"No," she said. "I want to do this, from start to finish. This is MY choice."
Jessie didn't understand what she meant, and sensed a lot of emotion behind her words. He placed his hands on the couch while she finished unzipping him and fished his semi-hard cock out.
"This is MY choice," she repeated to herself, then her lips touched his cockhead. Jessie gasped with pleasure as her lips slid down his shaft, his dick springing to full hardness inside her wet, warm mouth.
"Oh, God, Mrs. Ja...uh, Veronica, that feels so incredibly good!" Jessie moaned.
"Hmmmmmmmmmm," he heard Veronica moan around his cock. The vibrations intensified the feeling and he wasn't sure how long he would last. It didn't help that he felt one of her hands move to between her legs...she was playing with her pussy and the idea that she was made Jessie even more turned on.
She grabbed Jessie's cock with her other hand, and her tongue went wild on his cockhead. He hissed in a breath; there wasn't much more of this he could take before he couldn't stop himself from cumming.
Veronica's hand and mouth began stroking up and down his throbbing dick. The sensation was exquisite, so good that it was almost painful. He could see her cheeks cave in with the suction that she was applying.
"Baby," he groaned, his hand gently stroking her head, "If you don't stop, I'm gonna cum."
Veronica responded by sucking harder and faster. Jessie realized that she wanted him to shoot in her mouth, and was more than willing to oblige.
"Yes, baby....like that....oh, God, your mouth feels incredible," he moaned to her. "It's coming......UNNNGGGHHHH!"
Veronica felt his dick throb suddenly in her mouth as his thick creamy load erupted from his cock to fill her mouth. She swallowed, then swallowed again as he continued cumming into her willing mouth.
Eventually, he subsided and collapsed backwards onto the couch. Veronica slowly, gently pulled his softening cock from her mouth and smiled up at him.
"Did that take the edge off?" she asked.
"Yes," he grinned. "But what about you? I need to take care of you, too."
Veronica giggled. "I came twice with my fingers before you did. I guess I owe you one."
Jessie reached forward and grasped her hands, then pulled her up to her feet. She moved as to sit next to him on the couch, but he pulled her into his lap instead. She was a lap full, but Jessie barely noticed as he turned her head and kissed her.
"Thank you," he said, breaking the kiss. "That was...incredible."
"Yes, it was," she replied, "for me too."
"What did you mean before when you said it was your choice?" he asked.
She gave him a serious look, then got up off his lap and sat down next to him. "Before I tell you everything, I need to ask you: Where is this going? Do we have a relationship going, or are we just fuck-buddies?"
Jessie thought long before replying. "I like being around you," he slowly said. "You've always been fun to hang out with and if I was honest with myself, I think I came over here so often because I liked being around you as much as I liked hanging around with David. And that was even before we...uh..."
"Fucked?" she suggested.
"Made love," he said stubbornly.
"So, that means....?" she asked.
"I think we have a relationship going," he said.
"Are you saying that because you mean it, or because you'd for us to keep fucking?" she asked, her eyes narrowing. "Because I'm ok with us to just keep fucking. You make me feel like nobody else ever has in bed, and I'm content with just that."
"Is that what you want to do? Just stay fuck-buddies?" he asked. Inside, he felt crushed. He didn't realize that he had real emotions for her until that very moment.
"What I want doesn't matter," she said. "I'm 18 years older than you, and that could cause problems down the road if we have a relationship. I understand that young men like yourself can fall in and out of love a dozen times a day. Plus, if we have a relationship, it WILL cause problems between you and David. So there's a LOT of factors against getting into a relationship."
He reached out and clasped her hand in his firmly. "I realize all that. I still want to be in a relationship with you. I want you to be my girlfriend." He felt awkward saying it, but knew it was true.
Her eyes misted up. "Ok," she said quietly. "I'm going to keep asking you if you want to stay in a relationship with me. Always answer me honestly, please?"
He nodded. "So, you were saying about the choice thing?" he asked.
She looked down. "When I was 18, I did something really stupid and I've been paying for it ever since. Today was the first time I sucked a man's dick willingly, because I wanted to, since that day. Before then, it was expected of me and I didn't really have a choice."
"What did you do?" Jessie asked gently.
"I slept with my best friend's husband," she said. "I was jealous...he seemed like such a great guy and I had nobody in my life. I was always the fat girl that no guy was interested in. My best friend was gorgeous, and that she had a man like her husband made me feel even worse. I came on to him and seduced him. To make matters worse, I got pregnant."
"David's father?" Jessie asked.
"Yes. He told me he admitted the infidelity to his wife, but didn't tell her who I was. If I said anything to anyone, he said he'd tell her and I would lose my best friend. She was my closest friend and we'd been friends forever. I couldn't lose her. So, I kept doing what he told me to do. He kept coming back, fucking me and making me suck his dick. He starting making me do nastier and nastier things, like tying me up and bringing his friends with him. He'd blindfold me so I never knew who they were and I hated it, every second of it, but there was no way that I could get out of it without losing my best friend."
"That's who tied you up when I found you?" he asked.
She nodded. "He'd brought a friend that time too, and both of them fucked me, then left. I didn't know if they were coming back or not. I'm really glad that you found me, or David might have seen me like that."
Jessie thought for a minute, then said, "Wait a minute, let me understand this. Some guy is cheating on his wife regularly with you. And you feel like it's your fault? You think that him telling his wife that he's been fucking you for 18 years will make her be angrier at you than him?"