Chapitre 2557: @3
"Is he gone?" she mouths to me. I nod, eyes wide. She breaths a sigh of relief, and when we hear the door slam, she laughs out loud. "Holy fuck, Nick! That was close. That was bad," she says as if waking from a dream. "Phew!" she says and laughs again, then collapses on top of me in a state of hysterics. I'm surprised at her reaction, actually. She doesn't seem that freaked out at the idea of her son catching us in bed and seems to be getting off on the thrill. "It seems we have the house to ourselves, lover boy," she whispers to me and reaches down to stroke my cock again. It's playtime.
Part 25.
A week or so before graduation, I'm getting out of school and lined up with various waiting parents, I see Mrs. Singer. She waves and I go over to her. She tells me that she's taking Tommy out to a game which is why she's out there. She's wearing super tight jeans and I get really hot standing near her. Her ass looks fantastic and then she catches me checking her out.
"You looking at my ass, boy?" she ask me, eyebrows raised.
"Oh, no! Of course not!" I say, half-joking, enjoying the return to those lovely days when we'd have conversations like this.
"Well, it looked to me like you were checking out my ass," she says and puts her hands on her hips. I exhale deeply and shake my head.
"I know there's no way a boy like me could ever get with an incredible woman like you," I tell her. A part of me is still in disbelief that we actually have got together. A lot of heads are turning and looking at her as they pass.
"Well, you can look but you'd better not touch," she says. She told me that once before, back before I'd ever even kissed her.
"You see how many guys are checking you out, Laura? I'm not the only one."
"Girls too."
It's true. She is a star, totally hot and luminescent. I begin to have feelings of love tugging at my heart and then ugly jealousy. Yes, we've slept together but I want more. I want a relationship and I feel almost angry that she'll end up with someone else. I was thinking of saying something to her about going on a date but Tommy appeared through the doors and my moment had gone.
"Hey Mom," he says then gives me knucks and a cool nod. "Sup."
"Alright then," Mrs. Singer says and turns to me. "We'll see you soon."
"Say, you wanna come, dude?" Tommy asks me. I look at his Mom and make a questioning face. I can't read her face but she hesitates.
"I could, but..."
"Yeah, come on Nick," she says. So, I go with them to the game. I'm paranoid about being an unwanted guest, but it's great fun. We get hotdogs and soda and there's lots of talk and laughter. I take a selfie of three of us and then another of just Mrs. Singer and I together. I don't have too many of the two of us, so it's pretty special. At one point, she puts her hand on my knee and I melt with her touch.
"Wanna stay over tonight, baby?" she leans in and whispers in my ear and runs a finger down my leg. I get instant butterflies with the promise of sex and comfort from her. I smile and nod, trying to be cool. Apparently, she's no longer concerned about sleeping with me when Tommy is home. The rest of the game goes by painfully slowly, as does the rest of the evening back at their place.
At about 11PM, Mrs. Singer pops her head round the door to Tommy's room where we're engaged in an epic battle of Dungeons and Dragons and tells us she's going to bed. I stretch and yawn and tell Tommy I'm tired too. "Cool. Later," he says and turns on the TV. I follow his Mom down the hall.
She jumps up, wraps her legs around me and kisses me with a giggle and wide smile. "Ready to get a closer look at this ass, naughty boy?" she says and I just nod stupidly. She has lost none of her effect on me and I remain in awe and under her power. I hold her in my arms and carry her into her room. "My pussy needs your tongue, sweetie," she says as I lay her down. I look at her. She's still wearing those tight jeans.
"Thank you for not taking off those jeans yet, Laura," I tell her. They are accentuating her lady parts beautifully and I almost don't want to take them off her. She giggles and lays there in a luxurious pose. "You're a work of art," I tell her and she pulls an even more alluring pose.
"Touch me," she whispers, and I sit on the bed next to her.
"Foot massage, Mrs. Singer?" I say, and she laughs. It's nice to think back on how this all began.
"Yes, as long as you work your way up and don't stop," she tells me. I start on her feet and she giggles sweetly. "Mmmmmm baby. You know, sweetie, that time you gave me the foot massage, I could tell you'd be a good lover and that's when I really wanted to try you."
"But you were still married."
"I'm not sure that mattered much by then. My husband wasn't fucking me anymore and you came along. I'd been tempted before, but when I felt your hands on me, I wanted you to give me everything. You were so adorable," she says and puts a massive grin on my face.
"Were?" I say cheekily and move up to her thighs.
"Mmmmm yeah. You still are. You really do it for me, Nick. You're young, cute and attentive. Men get lazy but you're still keen on pleasing me. And you have a hot cock," she says with an sexy smile.
I move my hands up her body and I reach the magnificent camel toe in her tight jeans. I'm in heaven. She groans and stretches out as I touch her with both my hands, wrapping around her pussy and ass. I get right up in her ass crack and have my thumb in the middle of her camel toe. She is very responsive. I start rubbing her.
"Ooooh...uh...yeah...that feels amazing baby...you should have done this to me that first time you gave me a massage...I might have let you!"
"Would you really?" I ask sincerely, continuing to massage her. She lifts up her ass giving me better access. Her tight pants ride up high on her as my thumb goes to work.
"Maybe...I was always tempted by you...uh..." She pauses, moaning at my touch. "That night then you held me on the couch, remember?"
"I'll never forget any of it."
"I wanted you to take you dick out and fuck me from behind." I stop touching her for a second, taken aback.
"What, really?" I say, in disbelief.
"Don't stop, You might be able to make me come like this. And yeah, if you'd asked, I would have let you fuck me that night, babe."
"Damn. I wish I'd known," I said and carried on stimulating her, now doing my best to get her off. "I think you made me wait like 4 months longer, or more."
"I'll have to...uh...uh...check my...diary...oooh, yeah...right there...keep going."
Her diary. This I have to read. I don't talk anymore, just keep on rubbing her and she is getting close, though it's a little bit of a struggle.
"Strangle me," she says.
"What?"
"Put your hand on my throat. Now, do it. Don't stop rubbing me."
I do as she asks and her pleasure obviously increases. She's trying to not make any noise, but her body is tensing up and arching as I rub. My left hand is on her throat. I squeeze a little and her moaning goes into overdrive. I get worried that Tommy might hear. "Keep your voice down, Laura," I tell her.
"Tighter," she commands and I squeeze a little more. "Tiiii...tighter," she says again and it seems like she's reaching a climax. I squeeze her throat and she's beside herself. I would never normally have done this and it feels like I'm really strangling her, my grip is tight. She's losing it. "I'm coming...holy fuck...Nick...tighter..." she says. I squeeze her throat as hard as I am willing to and she closes her eyes and let's out a high squeak and then says, "fuuuuuuuuuuuckkkk!"
She comes and I loosen my grip on her throat. She stares at me with a dangerous look in her eyes, panting. I go to undo her buttons and very slowly start peeling off her jeans. She lifts up her ass and helps. "You know, when I saw you at school today, Laura, that's exactly what I wanted to do. Did you enjoy it?"
"That was the best orgasm you ever gave me, Nick. That was...hot. No one's ever choked me before. Oh my god, that was intense and hot." I'm not sure what to say so I kiss her belly and peel off her jeans, revealing her panties. They are white with a little flower over her lips. I kiss the flower, feel her wetness and she moans again. As I continue to peel off her layers to slowly revealing her groomed pubic hair, I kiss and lick her.
"I need more, Nick," she says and I want to give her an intense experience.
Her jeans and panties are down by her knees so she's restricted in how much she can spread out. I'm reminded of a little bondage situation and decide to try something a little new with her. "You trust me?" I ask her and she looks at me strangely, but then nods. I pull my shirt over my head, then roll her roughly on her front. Her arms are behind her back and I tie them with my shirt, tight. I hear her moaning but she doesn't resist.Rolling her back on her front again, I see that's she's nicely trussed up. She looks at me with a dirty expression on her face, her mouth slightly open. "What are you going to do to me, Mister?" she says in a pathetic voice, playing the part.
"Whatever I want, and there's nothing you can do to stop me."
"Please...please don't hurt me," she says and turns her face away. She's getting off on it. I pull her jeans down and then use them to secure her feet, then leave her panties around her ankles. She can't escape. "Oh god, oh god..." I hear her say. I move along side her, put my hand around her throat again and then lean down to kiss her pussy. She groans but she's still playing the part.
I tighten my grip on her neck, close to as hard as I was before, and continue to stimulate her clit with my tongue. She tries to close her legs, but I squeeze her throat a little harder and say, "open your legs, lady, or I'll make you black out." She opens her legs again but begs me not to hurt her. I loosen my grip slightly, then proceed with the pussy licking.
With my free hand, I finger her and she starts making noises. They are partly faked sobs but also groans of pleasure. I can feel her body tense up and know by now what that means. As I flick her clit with my tongue, she's being hit by waves of orgasmic sensation. I squeeze her neck and her juices flow as she reaches a climax. I keep going for a little while, then stop when I feel her relax.
I let go of her and she closes her legs and curls up to protect herself. I take off my pants and boxers. "What are you going to do to me?" she pleads.
"I'm going to fuck you, lady," I reply coldly. "Open your legs or you'll be sorry." She does as I say and I get on top of her. I look her in the eye but she turns away. "Look at me," I command and she obeys. "You want me to strangle you again?"
"No, please, anything..." she says, but there's a little hint of a smile on her face and she makes a slight nod before closing her eyes and pretending to cry. I penetrate her and then get both my hands around her neck. I slowly fuck her and play with her throat menacingly with my fingers, occasionally squeezing.
"Look me in the eye," I tell her and squeeze her throat. She opens her eyes and looks at me. Her arms are completely tucked underneath her, bound tight and I think of a way I might further humiliate her, as I fuck her pussy. I don't want to fuck her ass, in case she's not cool with that, but I know she enjoyed it when I fucked her face before, so I figure that might be intense and she'd probably get off on it.
I pull my cock out of her but don't let go of her neck. "Oh, thank god...is it over?" she says, with wide eyes.
"Not yet, Princess. Sit up."
"Oh, please. What are you going to do with me?" she pleads, helplessly, her arms and legs still secure.
"Whatever I want," I say, and pull her up by the neck, being careful to not actually hurt her. I get her on her knees and then put my dick in her face. "Open wide, Princess," I tell her and she refuses.
"Oh god, no, please."
I squeeze her throat again, hard, and she opens her mouth. "Keep it open, lady, or you'll be sorry," I tell her harshly and she just nods with tears streaming down her face. I get a little worried that she might not be OK, but I figure she'll tell me if she isn't. I put my hard dick in her mouth and start pumping her. She makes some pathetic little sounds and I hold the back of her head. Holding her tight, I ram my big cock all the way down her throat and keep it there.
She gags and makes a muffled cry and I pull out. She gasps for breath and looks at me hopelessly. "Want some more?" I tell her and she begs me to stop. She calls me Mister so I know she's still in character. I pull her hair back hard and she gasps again. "Open up, little princess," I tell her and she obeys.
I fuck her face while holding her head in place. It's a little violent but it feels great and she making some wild little sounds that are unmistakably of pleasure. I get my dick as far in my mouth as I can then deliver the load. I grab her around the neck, look her in the eye and say, "swallow, princess." She shakes her head but I put my hand over her mouth and she has no choice but to comply. She falls down on the bed, as curled up as she can be with her limbs tied.
I lie down next to her, hold her close and untie her bonds. We both lie there, panting and sweating, looking at each other. I'm uncertain what she's thinking, but eventually she lets out a sly little smile and brings her arms around me. "That was dark, Nicholas. Really dark," she says softly.
"I'm sorry. Did I go too far, I..."
"Babe, no. You...um..." She stops talking and puts her head against my chest. "Hold me," she says softly and I hold her tight, comforting her.
"I would never hurt you, Laura, never."
"I know, sweetie." We lie there for a minute or so and she goes on. "I loved it. Not only did you make me come twice, hard, you also...you showed me you could be much more than the sweet young man that you are. You..." She broke off. I move away, then untie her legs. I pull off her jeans then pull up her panties. I take the bed clothes and cover her up.
"Next time, Laura, let's agree on a safe word."
She looks at me sweetly, nods and says, "Don't leave. Stay with me."
I stay.
Part 26.
A few weeks go by and having graduated, I start my summer job. I'm working at a local hardware and garden store, stocking shelves and doing other menial tasks, and I'm enjoying it. Once in a while, Mrs. Singer shows up and pretends to shop. She'll find me, then stand around, browsing, looking cute.
Today, I'm doing some stocking and my supervisor Jack comes over to me for a chat. Then, I see Mrs. Singer approaching. "Hey guys," she says, flirtatiously. "Can you help me?" She's wearing a summer dress which looks stunning on her, with ample cleavage display. Jack looks her up and down and I start to sweat.
"Certainly, ma'am, how can we help you?" Jack answers her.
"Oh, I need help in the flower department, but there's no one there. I just need help reaching something up high." she stretches out and looks magnificent.
"Oh, sure. No problem," Jack says and starts leading the way.
"Oh, sir. I'm sure this young man here can help me. I don't want to bother you," Mrs. Singer goes on. I stifle a smile as she looks at me.
"Yes, that's fine. I can help," I say, and we walk off towards the flowers. Jack wanders off, looks back and checks her out again, and we both laugh. "Do you get tired of guys looking at your tits and ass all the time?"
"It depends on who is doing the looking," she says with a sly grin.
"Do you actually need help, Miss?" I ask her when we reach the flowers.
"Yeah," she replies and stretches up to a top shelf, in the meantime pressing her tits in my face. It's amazing and I'm pretty sure a couple of other shoppers notice.
"Let me get that for you, Miss," I say and grab a plant on the top shelf. As I do this, Mrs. Singer grabs my balls. I cough and nearly drop the plant.
Releasing my nuts from her grip, she says, "don't drop that, young man." I hand it to her with a smile. "You're such a nice young man," she says and strokes my cheek. She walks away with a feminine waddle and stands in line to buy the plant. Looking back, I see 7 or 8 identical plants well within her reach. I can't help but laugh to myself. She's so wonderful. I feel my heart flutter.
Summer goes by and I continue work and continue hanging out at the Singer house. Tommy's Mom and I sleep together a few more times that month, but it's much safer than before, more vanilla, more loving. Despite the fact that she seems to enjoy our little role play sessions, I feel bad about being rough with her and only want to treat her nicely. As far as I'm concerned, our affair is going better than ever.
A few days later after work, I figure I'll treat myself to ice cream and stop by the local parlor. I go in and see Mrs. Singer standing in line and she's with a man. A man who looks about her age. He's got a hideous mustache and I instantly hate him. I don't know what to do so I just stand there, a little behind them in line and watch them.
They're laughing and she looks happy. They're not holding hands but at one point, she reaches over, gives him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Then, they lock arms. I continue to watch them interact with a growing sense of anxiety in my stomach. I feel sick but I don't leave. They order their ice cream and turn to leave. I don't think she has seen me, but I can't know for certain.
As soon as they're gone, I turn to leave without ordering and get in my car. Tears well up in my eyes and despite myself, I start to cry. I feel pathetic. I turn on the car and just drive. I turn on the radio but nothing blocks out this awful feeling. Thoughts race through my mind and I head home and lock myself in my room. I turn my phone off and curl up in the bed.
Neither of us ever said we'd be exclusive. She's not my girlfriend, I'm not her boyfriend. She's not cheating on me, she can be with whoever she likes. But that doesn't change the way I feel and I feel lousy. I don't want her to be important, but she is.
Part 27.
Over the next month or so, I avoid her and I avoid Tommy. I get a few texts from both of them, but make excuses about hanging out. I don't answer her. I just want to keep my head down till college and make all this go away. One day, I see her in the aisles at my work and I turn around and slink away. I receive another text from her but don't answer. I decide that college is coming up and I'm going to try and forget about her and move on. There's no future in it, so why torture myself?
As the date of my first day of college approaches, I begin to regret going there in tandem with Tommy. It's not that I don't like him or want to be his friend, but I just want to put the whole thing behind me. I begin to think maybe I'll get a girlfriend in college and have a normal relationship. That sounds pretty nice.
Managing to duck Mrs. Singer over the course of the final weeks of summer, I begin college with enthusiasm. The college is only an hour away from home, which seems like the perfect distance away; not too far, not too close. Despite my wanting to impress Mrs. Singer with my knowledge of the arts, I had decided to go for engineering in hopes of securing some kind of career down the road.
During orientation, I bump into Tommy and it's genuinely great to see him. I didn't realize how much I'd missed him, and we make plans to get dinner that week. Settling into my dorm, I try and be open and social and start to make new friends. There's even a couple of girls I like the look of, especially this one pretty blonde called Sophie. Seeing her and talking to her is the second time a lady has given me butterflies in my stomach.
Dinner with Tommy is a blast. Conversation was natural and flowing and we never ran out of things to talk about. During the course of the evening, Tommy gets around to the subject of his Mother.
"My Mom asked after you, Nick," he said.
"Oh yeah?" I tried to stay cool, but I can't help feel like I'm going to burst. Ugh. The bad feelings return.
"Yeah, she wondered how you are."
"And what did you tell her?"
"I told her I hadn't seen much of you, but that I'd seen you hanging out with a pretty girl. What's her name by the way?"
"Sophie."
"And that I would see you tonight."
"What was her reaction when you told her about Sophie?" I had to ask.
"Oh. Well, now that you mention it, she blushed and didn't say anything. Then she left the room. Weird, huh?"
"Totally. It was probably unrelated. She's always got so much going on."
"Not lately. She's working a lot but she's always home alone."
"Really?" I was genuinely surprised to hear that. "Is she OK?"
"I don't know. She's been pretty quiet recently. She seems kinda depressed."
"Well, she did just get a divorce."
"Yeah, but she was so happy for a while there. Like, insane. I've never seen her so happy. Then, the last month or so, she's been...not so much. I think I caught her crying."
Now I feel like shit. I begin to wonder if I'd completely misjudged the situation or if her change in mood had occurred for reasons that had nothing to do with me. I didn't think I mattered to her, but maybe I do. Could it be that the man I saw her with wasn't a lover or a boyfriend and that I jumped to conclusions? Then, I thought about Sophie and how I'm keen on the possibility of entering into a new relationship with someone my age. This is all fucked up.
"Well, send my regards to her, please." This is all I can think to say. The evening ends and I head back to my dorm. I get a text from Sophie wanting to know if I could hang out. I text back in the affirmative and head over to her shared apartment on the other side of campus.
Walking in the evening air, thoughts race through my head and I begin to get unpleasant sensations in my chest. I'm worried about Mrs. Singer now and want to reach out to her, but I'm excited to see Sophie and hope something might happen between us.
I arrive at her place and there are three girls milling around. They're all so cute. Josie is wearing a bathrobe and slippers and the robe can't hide her big tits and I can't help but look. Wendy is exotic with beautiful long hair and she's wearing a revealing night gown. Sophie answers the door in tiny little shorts and a tight mini-t-shirt and gives me a hug. She's gorgeous.
We're all hanging out and I'm glad to see they've managed to get some beer in. We all have a few drinks and it's a lot of fun. They all seem to like me as well, and it feels great to get attention from some pretty young girls. I almost forget about Mrs. Singer for a while.
Things get pretty loose and flirty, and when Josie and Wendy clear off, I find myself with Sophie sitting on my knee, kissing. It's lovely. There's no game, no motive, no punishment, no stress, just a sweet, pretty girl sharing herself with me. I am grateful to Mrs. Singer for one thing, however, and that's an education. Though I'm not going to try any of our crazy shit on this girl, I definitely feel qualified to please her.
I feel up her titties as we kiss but don't try it on with her beyond that. "Nick, is it OK if we don't go any further tonight?" she asks me sweetly. What was I going to say?
"Of course, whatever you like. I can get going."
"Thank you for being understanding, Nick. That doesn't mean I...we...er..."
"I understand," I say, smiling. I take it to mean that there's sex in my future with her. I was used to waiting and getting blue balls. Mrs. Singer had been the queen of the blue balls. I give Sophie a hug and a gentle kiss and go back to my dorm. College is pretty close to what I'd hoped it would be.
Part 28.
Sophie is now my girlfriend and we actually go on dates together, though we haven't gone much past the kissing stage. Tommy asked a girl out as well and we go on a double date to a cheap burger and milkshake joint. Tommy's love interest's name is Bianca, and she's a gorgeous black girl. I actually feel a little jealous of Tommy with of his exotic beau, but mostly because she has better taste in tunes than Sophie. I wonder if he's fucking her.
The subject of his Mother comes up again, and I ask after her. Tommy isn't too revealing and I don't try and push it, otherwise it might get weird. He does hint again that she's been lonely and I get a tense feeling in my chest. Then, he brings up the idea of going over for dinner and having another evening like old times. Not quite like old times, I think to myself, but I nod in agreement.
"Why don't we bring Sophie and Bianca? What do you think, ladies? Dinner over at my place with my Mom?" Tommy asks. There's some indistinct murmuring, so I guess we'd be playing it by ear. I run through in my mind how it might go, and begin to regret agreeing to this idea. The best case scenario for me is that I make Mrs. Singer jealous of my girlfriend, and there are several worse scenarios that occur to me.
After dinner, I drive Sophie back to her place and she asks me in. As soon as we get inside the door, she takes my hand and leads me to her bedroom. "Ready to fuck me, Nick?" she asks seductively, so I waste no time undressing her and getting her ready for the main event. Her body is incredible; soft, curvy and deliciously young, and I give her lots of attention.
While the sex isn't as explosive, exciting or kinky as it got with Mrs. Singer, I find myself much more able to relax around her. I also find her young pussy to be quite different than Mrs. Singer, like a fresh piece of bubblegum, so I spend a long time pleasuring her. She is extremely responsive, yelling my name out loud over and over. I feel slightly concerned that her roommates might hear, but put that thought away and carry on.
Sophie seems to be most impressed with my pussy eating skills, claiming that I'm the first guy to actually make her come like that. "The two other guys who did that kinda just chewed away and didn't get anywhere," she says with a laugh, after I'd made her climax wildly. She's lying there, sweating and out of breath, spread out on her bed. I could have licked her sweet clit all night long.
Her blow job doesn't measure up to the high standard set by Mrs. Singer, but I always knew she'd be impossible to beat. It's still good of course, and I enjoy seeing my big cock in her pretty little mouth. She just can't get it too far in, that's all. Sophie is a wild little minx when I'm fucking her, however, and her energy is infectious. As I penetrate her, she comments on how big I am, so I guess Mrs. Singer wasn't lying.
I love Sophie's tight pussy. Fucking her feels amazing and again, she's very vocal in her appreciation. We do it in a number of positions, and after I'm finished fucking her, I fuck her again. It's wonderful and I begin to feel that the manipulations of Mrs. Singer are in my rear view mirror.
I stay over and the next morning in the kitchen, Wendy and Josie are lounging around in their underwear while I make coffee. "So, Nick, you were either murdering Sophie last night with a knife or you made her come like 8 times," Wendy says and they both laugh hysterically. I feel strangely proud of myself and masculine, and enjoy the attention from these two lovely ladies. I just smile and nod.
"Well, she's alive and well, Wendy," I say in reply.
"I'll have to plug her for details later, Nick," she says smiling.
"Coffee, ladies?" I offer. As much as I like Sophie, I wonder what these two might be like as well. I feel like a new world is opening up for me.
Part 29.
The next weekend, we all decide to drive back home to see our folks, and I'm filled with a sense of dread. Sophie and I head straight over to my place and my parents drill her for information on college and our social life. I feel bad for her and ask my parents to cool out.
"Now, kids, you'll have to stay in separate bedrooms while you're here, OK?" my Mother says and I pretend not to care.
Sophie leans over to me and whispers, "I'll have to sneak into your room," and that actually sounds more fun.
That evening, the plan is for us to go over to the Singer household for dinner and I'm dreading it. I'm nervous about seeing her and also scared about her doing or saying something weird or crazy. I remember when she used to get drunk and do bizarre things that she later regretted. I'm also worried that I might still have feelings of love for her.
So, Sophie and I show up and knock on the door. Tommy answers and gives us customary knucks and we go in. Mrs. Singer is in the kitchen cooking and we go in, rather shyly. Mrs. Singer looks over at me and gives me a lovely hug, tits pressing against my chest. It's wonderful as always, but I do my best not to engage with her in that way. She looks stunning and I don't feel so good. I break off and awkwardly introduce Sophie."So, you're Nick's new girlfriend?" she asks. I wince slightly at the word "new" she inserted there unnecessarily.
"Am I?" she says cutely, looking at me. I shrug and smile at her. She's looking insanely cute, with pigtails and a little dress and I wonder if she's making Mrs. Singer jealous with her youth and beauty, not that she's not beautiful too. "But, yes, I suppose I am. Pleased to meet you...?"
"Laura," I jump in.
"Yes, Laura," Mrs. Singer agrees. It's slightly awkward.
We all sit down and conversation is lively, although I don't say anything much. Mrs. Singer shoots me a few glances and a few smiles and I smile back. She's so gorgeous, I feel my heart race when I look at her but I fight against the feeling. After dinner, Tommy and Bianca disappear for a while and when Sophie goes to the bathroom, I find myself alone with Mrs. Singer for the first time in months.
"So, Nick. Do I get an explanation? No texts, nothing?" she says, calmly.
"I'm sorry, I..." I don't know what to say and am not prepared for this.
"I don't need an apology, but I'd like to know why you decided to stop coming over and seeing me."
I figure I'll just tell her. "Well, I saw you with that guy at the ice cream place, and..."
"What guy?" she says, and appears genuinely puzzled.
"I saw you with him. You kissed him. Dude with a mustache. Listen, I don't care, it's cool. You can see whoever you want, I mean, we were never..." I lower my voice, "...a couple."
"Oh, my brother," she says abruptly and stands there with her eyebrows raised. I let it sink in. That was her brother. She wasn't seeing another guy, or not that guy anyway. I got the wrong idea completely and overreacted. I threw our relationship away for no reason. I just stand there with my mouth open as I let all this fester in my mind.
"What?" I say, after a minute, not believing what I'm hearing. She looks at me and I see in her face that she recognizes the pain and confusion in mine. "Your what?" I ask again. Sophie comes back in and I try to regain my composure, but I'm in free fall. Sophie gives me a big squeeze and stays there with her arm around me, while we both look at Mrs. Singer. I have wide searching eyes, but she looks away.
"Right, well, this has been lovely. Why don't you guys go and see Tommy and Bianca. I have work to do," she says and walks away. The rest of evening is fine and it's nice being with Tommy and the girls, but I still have a tense feeling in my stomach and don't yet know how I feel about this latest development. Bianca suggests we play spin the bottle and we all agree, although I feel reluctant at first.
After kissing Sophie a few times, the bottle lands on Tommy and she gives him a little half-hearted peck on the mouth. A kiss between the kiss isn't much more. Then, the bottle lands for Bianca and I. She leans forward and I can see down her dress to her tits. They aren't large but they are amazing. I see a nipple and get an instant erection. She kisses me, soft, slow, wet and erotic. It's incredible and I lose myself. I kiss her as if my girlfriend isn't sitting there watching and it goes on too long.
We stop and Bianca sits back down, wiping her mouth, staring at me. Neither Tommy nor Sophie look happy. Bianca looks at Tommy and shrugs, then looks at me again and smiles slyly. I just sit there with a massive hard-on, looking stupid. "Well, I guess that's the end of that game, then," Tommy says, annoyed. Sophie suggests we go home and I agree, happy to have avoided kissing Tommy at least.
Back at my house, Sophie is pretty upset. "Wow, I hate that bitch," she says. "What's her fucking problem?" she asks rhetorically, presumably in reference to her kissing me. I don't answer, but just say sorry. "Oh, it's not your fault, you just went along with it. But she was totally out of order. Fuck her." Luckily, I wasn't getting the blame for the kiss, though I'm not blameless. I was still hoping for sex tonight.
Unfortunately, my parents are buzzing around so we can't just go to bed, so there will have to be sneaking around later if she's still into it. After sitting around and catching up with my folks, I hug everyone goodnight and head to bed. Sophie goes to bed as well, down the hall. We kiss and hug but she doesn't indicate that she'll be visiting me. I just lie in bed and wait. After an hour, I give up, turn the light off and turn over to sleep.
I'm woken up a little later by a kiss and a hand on my cock. "Hi baby," I hear a whisper. It's Sophie. I bring her in towards me and under the covers. "I wanted to help you forget all about that bitch and her slut kiss," she purrs. As Sophie goes down on me and sucks my dick, I can't help but think about Bianca and her nipples, then my mind wanders to Mrs. Singer again. But Sophie's right, I soon forget about anyone else but her. As I pull her little panties off and go to kiss her clit, I have to cover her mouth, because she immediately starts making too much noise. I make her come and she's making the most lovely squeaking sounds, trying to contain the noise.
Fucking her is wonderful. She's got the perfect little body, with bouncing titties, fleshy ass and slim waist; the best combination. Her pussy is so tight, and she makes the cutest noises as I get my big cock inside her. She wraps her legs around me and I give it to her, softly at first. She's not a dirty talker, mostly a screamer, but because she has to keep quiet, she talks instead.
"Nicholas...are you fucking me?" she says cutely.
"I do believe I am," I reply.
"I thought so. Is my pussy too tight for you, Sir?"
"It is tight, but not too tight, sweetie," I say and kiss her.
"I think your dick might be too big for my tight little pussy," she goes on.
"I'm not hurting you am I?" I ask, genuinely concerned. I stop moving for a second.
"Keep fucking me, baby," she says and giggles in my ear. I keep going and really give it to her. Her body starts shaking.
"You coming, baby?" I ask her.
She has her eyes closed and I can tell by her facial expression that she's close again. "Uh huh..." she says in a high voice so I keep going, ramming my cock in her. She lets out more high squeaks and I smile to myself, knowing I'm making her climax. My cock is on fire and I come inside her as she's reaching her peak. As I impale her and fill her pussy with my warm ooze, she lets out one loud, high squeal before I cover her mouth. We both lie there laughing, sweating and out of breath. I don't care if my parents heard us.
"I'm glad you stopped by for a visit, Sophie," I say.
"Did you forget about that bitch?" she says giggling.
"What bitch?" I say, jokingly and we both laugh. And actually, I had forgotten. I'd forgotten about Bianca, Wendy, Josie and even Mrs. Singer while I was fucking her. We lie there for a little while, cuddling and talking. I feel bad now about kissing Bianca and have crazy, uncertain feelings about the days events.
In the morning, my Mom comes in the room with coffee and Sophie is still in my bed, naked as the day she was born, still sleeping. She leaves the coffee and makes a face. I cover Sophie up and just shrug. After my Mom leaves the room, Sophie stretches out, looks at me and says, "a quick fuck before we hit the road?"
Part 30.
Heading back to college, the drive is a little awkward but luckily is over quickly. Bianca is friendly, but Tommy seems off and Sophie blanks her completely. I get back to the dorm and wish them all well. After doing some school work, I feel hungry so walk down to the local convenience store. I see Bianca there.
"Hey boy!" she says. She's got gorgeous frizzy hair, which falls over her bare shoulders. She's wearing a small flowery dress and I start sweating when I see her cleavage. She smiles sweetly at me and takes my hand. I just stand there, not really reacting, but she presses against me and whispers in my ear, "I enjoyed our kiss, boy." I'm totally turned on by her, and I'm reminded a little of how Mrs. Singer used to talk to me.
I don't answer her, but smile weakly. Bianca leans in and kisses me again. It's just like before; soft, slow, intense. She puts her hand on my stomach and I get hard as a rock. I can help myself and squeeze her waist, but then break off the kiss.
"Um, what about Tommy?" I ask her.
"Listen, I'm free. I'm here to have fun and experience new things. Why are you here, Nick?" she replies. I move away from her a little and pull my hand away.
"I don't know," I say stupidly. "Tommy's my friend and well, I really like Sophie."
"That little thing? Is she satisfying you?" she says in a mean way. "Bring me to your room and I'll show how it's done, boy," she whispers and pulls at my belt buckle. I pull away again. I don't like the way she's talking to me. It reminds me of Mrs. Singer at her worst, and feel like she's trying to manipulating me into cheating on my girlfriend. I think she just wants to do it to screw with Sophie, not because she wants to get with me.
"Not tonight, Bianca. Not that I'm not tempted," I say.
"Another time then," she says with an evil smile. I smile awkwardly and leave.
I don't buy anything, so it was a pointless trip. Right outside the door, I see Sophie on the sidewalk. Her mouth is open and she's gone white as a sheet. Fuck. She must have seen all that. I go over to her and shake my head. To avoid any confusion, I come right out and say it. "I turned her down."
Sophie begins to walk away but I take her hand. "I believe you, even though I saw what I saw. I need to be alone," she says and walks away. I don't follow her and feel angry and confused. Angry with Bianca and confused about how I feel about myself and all these women. It's complicated and I don't know what I want. I'm tempted to go back into the shop and fuck Bianca, but I don't. I go back to my dorm and text Sophie.
"You're right, she's a bitch. She came onto me, kissed me and asked me to take her back here. I turned her down. End of story. I'm sorry you saw that and that I made you feel bad," I write. I don't hear back so decide to leave it alone. I don't love Sophie, but I do feel for her and don't want to hurt her.
In the morning, there's a text from her. "Nick. I'm sorry but I think we should stop seeing each other for awhile."
I text back: "Is this because of Bianca?"
"Not really. I just don't want a steady boyfriend right now."
In a way, I feel relieved. I enjoyed out times together and the sex was nice, but there are too many complications and I don't want to get hung up while I should be concentrating on school work. In addition to that, I'm constantly haunted by Mrs. Singer, even when I'm with Sophie and that feels wrong. I type back, "I understand."
She replies, "I'm sorry. I'll see you around though."
I just leave it there. I don't feel so good and just go about my day. My mind wanders to Bianca and although I'd like to get with her, I don't think she's a nice person and wonder if she's still seeing Tommy. Then my thoughts go to Mrs. Singer, which makes me feel worse. Even though our relationship was uneven and weird, it was wonderful and exciting and I start to miss her. I think about sending her a message, but I text Tommy instead: "'Sup."
"Yo." I hear back.
"Wanna hang?" I ask.
"Yeah. Get over here." I leave immediately and head over to his place. I'm hoping Bianca isn't there and am relieved when I get there and she isn't. I don't ask about her and don't bring up anything that's happened. I'm here to be distracted, although I forget myself and ask after his Mom.
"She's cool. The usual."
"It was great seeing her. I've missed those nice times and her lovely food." I begin to feel nostalgic and a yearning for her. "Can we do it again soon?"
"Totally," Tommy says without thinking and turns on a video game. We play and drink and I temporarily forget about my female troubles.
As I'm walking back to my dorm later that night, thoughts start racing through my head again, and they're mostly of Mrs. Singer. I can't resist, and send her a text. I write: "Your brother, huh?" I don't have to wait long for a reply.
"That's right."
"I guess I owe you an apology then. I'm sorry."
"You don't owe me anything. But thanks."
"Are you OK?"
"Yes, fine. You?"
"I miss you."
"What about Stephanie?"
"Sophie?"
"Whatever."
"Um. We broke up."
"Oh."
I don't know what to say next. I don't know where I want this to go. I'm a little drunk and a little emotional. I only know that my thoughts have turned to Mrs. Singer and not Sophie or anyone else. I just text "Night night. Talk soon," and go to sleep. The next weekend, Tommy and I are heading back to his place for the night and this time there were no girls with us.
Part 31.
We arrive at the Singer house. My parents are out of town, so I don't worry about going back home. Mrs. Singer isn't there when we arrive and I ask Tommy where she is. "Dunno," he replies, sleepily. "Out shopping or something," he yawns. "Dude, I'm gonna take a nap," he says and wanders off to his bedroom. I crash in front of the TV.
A little while later, Mrs. Singer returns home. She walks in the door and the sunlight hits her hair. She wearing a flowery dress cut perfectly to reveal leg and cleavage in the right proportions. She's carrying a paper bag full of food and closes the door with her ass. She turns to me and her hair falls in her face. She smiles at me and I'm instantly transported. I stand up, jog over to her and take the bag from her.
"Oh, thank you, Nick. You're such a sweet boy," she says. We stand there for a moment, she starts to grin and then we both laugh a little, shyly. It's what she used to say to me all the time in our early flirting days and it's a wonderful reminder of how amazing things once were between us. With my free hand I stroke her arm and she tilts her head at me and closes her eyes. She's so beautiful, I just want to die.
I move my hand up her arm to her shoulder then neck. I pinch her neck tenderly and she shivers but keeps her eyes closed. I hear her sigh. I move closer to her. Her pull is magnetic and I can resist getting close. "You're so beautiful, Mrs. Singer," I whisper to her. She opens her eyes and looks at me.
"It's been awhile since anyone has said that to me, Nick. And touched me," she replies, slowly. I feel a flood of feeling wash over me.
"I'm an idiot. I saw you with that guy and assumed you had other men in your life. Was I wrong?"
She doesn't answer for a moment. "Yes, you were wrong. There was only you. But it's not your fault. I...I never let you in. I kept you at a distance emotionally, even when you told me you loved me, I never brought you in. What were you supposed to think? I deserved it," she says. Deserved it? I don't know what she means and I have to ask.
"What do you mean? Deserved what?"
"You leaving me."
"Mrs. Singer..."
"Laura. Are we back to that?"
"Laura. I didn't leave you because we were never really a...a couple, an item, anything. I just thought I was a bit of fun for you."
"That's the second thing you were wrong about then."
I need time to process all this, so don't speak. She walks towards the kitchen and gestures for me to follow. I go in and put the bag of groceries down. We stand there. She's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Sophie is a sexy little girl, but she doesn't make my heart sing like this. She doesn't make me want to reach out to her instinctively. I touch Mrs. Singer's hand and our fingers do a little dance together. We don't hold hands, just play with each other thoughtfully.
We stand there for a while, not speaking. A dozen thoughts run through my head, about all the things we have done together, about what was, what could have been, my time with Sophie, Bianca, and the whole slew of misunderstandings that brought us to this point. I feel drawn to her but think I'll leave it up to her to lead this where she wants it to go.
Dinner is wonderful and as we're clearing away, Mrs. Singer says, "Nick, are you feeling unwell? You don't look so good. Perhaps you should get an early night?" and winks at me.
"Oh, you're right, Mrs. Singer. I'm feeling a little sick. Tommy, I'll catch you tomorrow," I say and walk over to the guest room.
"I have work to do, Tommy, so I'll see you tomorrow too," I hear her say. "Turn off the lights and lock up, please sweetie.
It's only 9 o'clock, but I sit in bed reading by the light of a small lamp, anxiously waiting for my date to arrive. I see the lights going off in the house and my heart starts to race. It's been a good while since I've had any contact with Mrs. Singer and I can't believe that it might happen again. Soon after, the door to my room creaks open and she standing there in her pink silky robe. She locks the door behind her and moves over to me.
She stands by the bed and looks me in the eye. She unties her robe, pulls it off her shoulder and lets it fall to the ground. She's wearing a thong and nothing else. I can't believe how good she looks and I start to sweat. She pulls up the covers and gets into bed with me, lying at my side with her leg slightly over mine, and her hand on my chest. She cuddles up for a minute, then speaks.
"Do you want to talk, Nick, or get straight down to sex?" she says with a naughty smile.
"I don't mind talking. We should talk, but it doesn't have to be right now," I say.
"So, you just wanna fuck me and go back to college?" she says, teasingly.
"Now, Laura, that's not fair."
"I know, baby. It's good to have you back in my bed," she says and smiles. She kisses me softly and starts playing with my balls. "I never said you couldn't go out with other girls, Nick. You're still free to do what you want."
"Neither of us ever said that. We never talked about it. But when I saw you with him, I assumed you were together and I...I was..."
"You were what, Nick?"
"I couldn't help it. I didn't know I'd feel that way, but I did. I was heartbroken. I felt betrayed, angry, jealous. I..."
"It's OK," she says sweetly and cuddles up to me, stopping the ball play during this moment of tenderness. "I didn't feel too good when you didn't reply to my texts and when you brought that girl here. I didn't know I'd feel that way either."
I had told Mrs. Singer that I loved her before, and I still did love her. I never felt like it was mutual, that she just wanted me for fun and to get her own back on her husband. So, I want to pursue this. "Feel what way, Laura?" I ask her.
"I felt the same as you did, I suppose. At first, hurt and confused, then jealous and upset. When you told me you thought I had been with someone else, it all made sense."
"But I never thought you even cared, Laura."
"Well, now we both know that I do. I do care. But if you want to be free and have fun at college, I won't stop you, I just ask you to stay in touch with me and come back here sometimes."
I can't complain about that. I don't know what I want. For Mrs. Singer to be my girlfriend and be exclusive, and fall in love with her all over again, or to have her as my little bit of action waiting for me at home. Both sound pretty appealing, although I don't like the idea of her seeing other guys.
"And if we choose to just keep it casual, you'd see other guys as well?"
"Would that bother you?"
"Why would you even ask that? You know it would."
"Right, sorry," she says and puts her head down on my shoulder.
"How do you think it would go down if we announced to the world, to my parents, to our friends, to Tommy, that we were an item?"
She doesn't respond right away. "I've thought about that. I don't think Tommy would it take it well. I don't think it's an option, Nick. I'm sorry."
"Then I guess we'll just have to sneak around or stay casual and deal with the fact that we're going to see other people. But I don't know how I'm going to feel if I see you with someone else, or even hear about it," I tell her. She just sighs, and there's a lengthy pause."Remember that time that you wrestled the basketball from me?"
I smiled at her. "Which time?"
"First time, when you fell on me and we lay there."
"I'll never forget. I was on top of you. I felt your body under me and your legs around me. I got hard and my cock pushed into...
"My pussy. I felt you. Do you know how close I was to asking you to fuck me, Nick?"
"I suspected you wanted it too, and I felt your conflict. I wanted you so much, but I didn't want to make your life more difficult, Laura."
"My god, you're so sweet. I knew you were desperate for me, but you thought about my feelings above your own need. You made me fall...I mean...I..."
"Fall?"
"Don't make me say it, Nick."
"Well, I love you, Laura. I've loved you for...a long time. Since long before we got together."
"You had a schoolboy crush, and I...I liked it. That's all. But now..."
"Now it's different?"
"Yes, Nick. Now it's different. I love you too."
I don't say anything, just let it sink in. We love each other. We can't be together, not officially. We can sneak around under everyone's noses until we move on or are discovered, or we can just hurt each other. Either way, it's not ideal.
"If I do see another girl, Laura, it's going to feel like I'm cheating on you."
"I know."
I don't say anymore. We kiss and she starts playing with my balls again. I squeeze her nipple gently and reach down to her ass with my other hand. I slip my hand in between her legs and get in her crack. She spreads her legs and I finger her from behind, with my thumb on her asshole. I've got her like a bowling ball. She starts moaning and stroking my dick.
She gets on top of me, sits on my cock and starts lowering herself onto me. "Don't you want me to get you ready first, Laura?" I ask through our kiss.
"I am ready," she says breathlessly and sits down so I slip all the way in. I guess she just wants to fuck. She lays down so her body is completely against me and moves her ass up down on my shaft. It feels incredible and I'm reminded of what an exciting lover she is, that it's doubtful that anyone else will ever truly compare. I sit up and she puts her legs around me as we face each other, slowly making love. "Fuck, this feels good, baby," she says and starts moving faster on me.
I want her to come so I hold off as long as I can. I start tickling her clit with my finger to help her along and try not to come. She's moving on me fast now, making high "uh uh uh" sounds, and I can see in her face that she's concentrating on her orgasm. I just watch her in wonder as her tits bounce up and down beautifully, her elegant shoulders and arching back, the picture of femininity. I can see that she's about to come. She opens her eyes and looks at me, as I feel the cum start rising in my cock.
"I...fuck...I'm coming...baby...I...uhhhh..." she says and I push myself all the way inside her as I come as well. She makes a few short gasps as she reaches her climax, and I realize we're making quite a lot of noise, and it's very likely Tommy will have heard, unless he has headphones on. I don't care right now. I hold her head and flip her on her back as we finish together. It's yet another record breaking fuck with the incomparable Mrs. Singer.
"Holy fuck, Nick. You're..."
"What am I?" I say as we lie there together, our limbs intertwined.
"You're the best lay I ever had, young man," she replies and laughs. "I can't believe I'm nearly 50 and you're giving me the best sex of my life." We lie together, reveling in each others glow.
"I've missed you, Mrs. S," I tell her.
"I've missed you too. Whatever happens now, just...let's be better at communicating, OK?" she replies. I nod in agreement. It's a good place to start, but I'm uncertain what's going to happen from here on out.
Mrs. Singer stays with me that night, but remembers to wake up early, before Tommy can discover us. She makes us breakfast and we all eat together before Tommy and I have to head back to college. It feels like old times, with the excitement of things to come in the air.
"Have fun last night, Nick?" Tommy asks suddenly.
Mrs. Singer and I look at each other, shocked and horrified.
"Tommy..." she says.
"I..." I began to say.
"Dude, if you're gonna watch a porno, put headphones on, OK?" Tommy goes on.
"What? I..."
"Yeah," Mrs. Singer interrupts. "I heard some chick coming like there was no tomorrow. I thought you had a girl in there. Did Sophie visit?"
"Mooooom," Tommy says. "Don't be weird."
I feel relieved, and Mrs. Singer has an amused look on her face. "Fine, I'll turn it down next time." I say, pretending to be embarrassed.
"I need a guy to make come like that soon," Mrs. Singer mumbles under her breath as we eat.
"Ewww! Mom! What the fuck? Gross." Tommy says. I just laugh. He makes a face at me and says, "Come on, let's go. We'll see you soon, Mom." He gets up and I just shrug to his Mom and follow him.
"No hugs boys?"
"Later, Mom," Tommy says and walks out the front door with his bag.
"I'll take a hug," I say and head over to her. She gets up, looks over to the door to make sure the coast is clear then wraps herself around me. The hug turns into a deep sensual kiss and I move my hands all over her body.
"Damn it, Nick. Now I want a goodbye fuck."
"I'm not sure if Tommy is gonna want to wait too much longer," I say, my hand between her legs.
"I know, baby. I was only joking, kinda," she says and pushes my fingers deeper into her pussy. She lets out a sigh and continues. "Listen, I'm glad we've sorted it out. You go back and have fun, but stay in touch, OK? And know this...I'm not planning on getting with another guy. You're enough for me."
This is nice to hear, but I don't want to lie to her and tell her the same. I don't know what's going to happen, so, I just say, "Thank you, Laura." I want to tell her I love her, but I think we've said enough. I look at her for awhile and swoon over her beauty. "You're so beautiful, Laura," I tell her and leave with her son. I miss her immediately and have butterflies in my stomach the whole drive back.
As soon as I get back to my dorm, I lie down on my bed and text her: "I'm back. Miss you." It was true, I did. I ached for her. Almost immediately, my phone goes 'ping' and I have a message. I hold my breath and take a look. She's sent me a picture. I look at it and my heart races. She's sent me a selfie. It's beautiful and she's showing off a nice amount of cleavage, but it's not overtly slutty. I immediately press the "love" option and save it to my pictures folder.
I reply: "You're so beautiful. If you send me a picture every day, I'll tell you that you're beautiful every day." She responds with a heart icon. I put my phone away and take a walk in the warm afternoon. As I walk across campus, I see Josie and Wendy walking together. They smile at me and wave and I begin to wonder what adventures await me this semester.
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