“So what happened?” Loren asked. “I saw your stud running by himself this morning.”
Shanna sighed. “I got jealous. When I came downstairs and saw him this morning, all I could think about was him making that tramp Marcie squeal.”
“Don’t call poor Marcie a tramp,” Loren laughed, “just because she’s having more fun than you are. She’s doing exactly what we want to, and we are decidedly not tramps.”
“I just don’t know how to compete with these eighteen year olds,” Shanna said. All of her frustrations were choking up inside of her and she suddenly felt on the verge of tears.
“Don’t compete,” Loren admonished her, “share.”
“I can’t share,” Shanna said, “I’m too damn jealous. He’s with her right now and it’s eating me up inside!” The first tear leaked out of her eye and spilled down her cheek. She was moments away from releasing a cloud burst.
“Oh, honey,” Loren said. “You’re going about this all wrong. Dave isn’t a date; he’s not a potential boyfriend. He’s just a human vibrator who’s powered like the Energizer Bunny. Once you turn him loose between your legs he’s not going to quit. Tongue, fingers, cock—with just a little guidance, he’ll make you cum all night long.”
The tears burst. “I don’t want another vibrator,” Shanna said. “I want someone to hold, to talk to, to confide in…”
“That’s not why you’re interested in Dave,” Loren disagreed. “You want him because he’s a hot young stud who thinks your tits are the most beautiful things in the world. When he looks at you, you feel young. When he flirts with you, you feel desired. When you think about him wanting you, you feel like a woman again.”
The tears were threatening to become sobs. “How do…you know?” Shanna asked.
“Because that’s why I fuck young studs,” Loren said. “They’re hot, hard, and disposable.”
“I, I don’t want-”
“Mom, are you alright?”
Shanna looked up from the phone to find Stevie standing in the kitchen doorway.
“You are crying,” Stevie said, hurrying to her mother’s side.
“I’m fine, I’m fine,” Shanna insisted. “I’m just talking to Loren and I got sort of worked up.”
“Tell her I think I have breast cancer,” Loren whispered.
The suggestion shocked and horrified Shanna, but she immediately saw the sense in Loren’s plan. There was no way that she could tell Stevie she was crying because Dave was on a date with Marcie.
“Loren’s found a lump in her breast,” Shanna said. “I’m sorry. It sounds like I’m taking it harder than she is. It’s just, she’s my best friend and it took me by surprise.”
“Oh my God,” Stevie said. She took the phone from Shanna. “Loren, are you okay?”
“I’m fine, Stevie, I’m fine,” Loren said. “It’s just a lump. If I’d realized it was going to hit your mother this hard I wouldn’t have said anything.”
“Stay right there,” Stevie said. “We’ll be right over.”
She started to hang up the phone but Loren’s voice shouted out of the speaker. “Stevie, no, don’t hang up!”
Stevie returned the phone to her ear. “Loren?”
“I really don’t need anyone to come over right now,” Loren said. “It’s probably nothing. I just called to ask your mother to drive me to the doctor on Monday.”
“Of course, I’ll go,” Shanna said, finally regaining some control over herself.
“You’re sure?” Stevie asked, “Because we can be there in two minutes.”
Loren laughed. “Really, Stevie, I’m fine. I’m sorry to cause such a fuss. I don’t want to cut into your time with Edward.”
“Edward would understand,” Stevie said.
“But there’s no need for him to understand this time.” Loren made a valiant effort to change the topic of conversation. “So, are you and Edward going out to tonight?”
“We were going to go dancing,” Stevie said, “but we can cancel if you want us to.”
“I don’t want you to cancel,” Loren insisted. “Heck, if you hit the right clubs you might see me out there too. Now why don’t you hand the phone back to your mother?”
Stevie did as she was asked then sat down at the table.
“Is she still there?” Loren asked.
“Yes,” Shanna replied. “She’s a good girl. She’s very worried about you.”
“Damn,” Loren said, “we can’t keep talking about this with her right there.”
“That’s a common problem this weekend,” Shanna agreed.
“Okay, honey, I’m going to sign off now, but you call me the moment you can talk—night or day.”
“I’ll think about it,” Shanna told her, “and sorry for getting all emotional on you.”
“No problem at all,” Loren assured her. “Now you’d better tell me you’re there for me and that you’ll drive me on Monday.”
Shanna did as she was told, completing the cover story for Stevie’s benefit. Then they said their goodbyes and hung up the phone.
“Oh, Mom,” Stevie said. “I’m so sorry. But you know Loren’s probably right. Chances are that this will amount to nothing.”
“I know, Sweety,” Shanna said, patting her daughter’s hand. “The news just caught me by surprise. I’ve been feeling rather old this weekend and then this, well it just sort of shoved me over the emotional edge.”
“Oh, Mom, you’re not old,” Stevie said. “In fact, you’re damn hot for a woman in her forties. Don’t believe me? Try checking out the way Dave keeps looking at you. I thought his eyes would pop out of his head when he saw you in that dress last night. If you had met him in a club instead of as Bobby’s mother, he’d be happily dancing with you all night long.”
Sadly, this further evidence of how close she and Dave had actually come made Shanna want to cry again.
Stevie and Edward went out dancing around dusk, claiming they planned to stay out until dawn. Bobby checked in on his cell phone only once, assuring his mother that he and Dave were really having a good time. Shanna almost called Loren again, but was embarrassed by her earlier breakdown. Instead, she made herself dinner, took another long bath, donned her sexiest white silk night gown with matching white robe, and sat down on her bed to reread her favorite romance. The heroine, Lisa, was a woman with commitment problems, but in One Night Stand she finally found a man who could handle her shenanigans. It wasn’t Shanna’s particular problem, but she thought the hero in the story was one of the sexiest men on the planet.
About 10:30 p.m., a light flashed on outside of Loren’s house, attracting Shanna’s attention. She closed her book and looked out the window. Her bedroom was in the rear corner of her house with windows facing both Loren’s house and her own backyard. The new light was almost certainly the one over Loren’s front porch. The angle was difficult, but Shanna clearly saw a figure pausing on the sidewalk to look back toward Loren’s door.
The light didn’t quite reach the figure where he stood on the sidewalk, but his features suddenly clarified as he started across the lawn toward Loren’s front door. Dave—Loren had just called Dave over to her.
Shanna fumbled to lift her window so she could hear what was happening. The only reward for her efforts was the sound of a closing door.
Shanna waited for a few moments, but Dave did not reappear. The only possible explanation was that he had entered Loren’s house.
Shanna felt a shiver of betrayal and wondered what she should do.
In a moment she had a partial answer. Extinguishing all of the lights in her bedroom, she pushed the screen up and leaned outside, trying to see into Loren’s house. Loren’s floor plan was almost the precise reverse of her own—the master bedrooms looked toward each other, as did the living rooms and Shanna’s office, which Loren had turned into a guest room.
Minutes passed as the cold November air worked its magic on Shanna’s nipples. She pulled back inside her bedroom, determined to go outs
ide and learn just how badly her friend was betraying her.
A movement in Loren’s guest bedroom attracted Shanna’s attention and she hurried back to the window. It was difficult to see. The principle source of light was provided by the moon and it did not easily penetrate Loren’s window. In addition, the angle was very poor from Shanna’s bedroom, forcing her to lean far outside to get a better view.
Loren had a man in the room with her. She could see neither figure well, but it was obvious who they were. Even as Shanna watched, the man stepped against her best friend and cupped her small breasts while he kissed her.
Shanna’s rage was intense, but with it kindled a terrible excitement.
Loren pulled up the man’s shirt and left it tangled around his face while she shifted her attention to his belt. He tugged it free and clawed at her hair while she struggled to drag his pants to the floor. In their enthusiasm, both lovers toppled over.
“Mrs. Elder?” a voice called quietly from Shanna’s bedroom door.
Shanna wrenched herself out of the window to find Dave quietly making his way toward her.
“Shanna?”
The cold air had Shanna’s nipples embedded in her silk nightgown. Her pussy trembled and her knees shook. “I, I thought you were over there with Loren.”
“I don’t want Loren,” Dave told her.
“I, why aren’t you with Marcie?”
“I don’t want Marcie,” Dave said.
“I—”
“Hush,” he whispered.
Dave’s strong hands took Shanna by both shoulders and he slowly pulled her into his kiss. His lips were hard; but gentle. His tongue tentative as it knocked at her upper door.
She opened to him and Dave entered her with his tongue; tasting, feeling, exploring her mouth. His arms pulled her tight against his chest so that her silk clad nipples ground against him as her own arms finally awoke and encircled him, pulling Dave even tighter against her body.
Shanna’s right leg lifted as she straddled his thigh, molding her flesh against the contours of his form. Dave’s mouth continued to kiss her, demanding that she reciprocate in kind.
Dave’s hands began to roam, sliding along her silk covered back, hovering at the edge of her rear end as if he could possibly doubt that she wanted him to squeeze her ass.
Shanna broke her own embrace to push Dave’s right hand downward onto her cheek and slide his left hand forward onto her breast. His fingers dug deep into both mounds of flesh, almost cruel in their eagerness to possess them.
Shanna’s body trembled, a spasm of pure pleasure shaking her as she ground against Dave’s leg. Her hands grabbed at his T-shirt and forced it up toward his head. He let go of her long enough to pull it free, and she took advantage of the moment to begin her own exploration, kissing his chest while she explored the contours of his muscles with her hands.
Her lips found one hard little nipple and she sucked it into her mouth while she rubbed her silk-clad breasts up and down on his stomach. Her questing fingers found the bulge in Dave’s jeans and caressed it through the thick fabric. He stiffened for a moment in response to her touch, then his strong hands came up to cradle her face and encourage her to kneel down in front of him.
Shanna knelt, opened Dave’s belt, and slid his jeans down his thighs. His cock was pulsing hard against his briefs, struggling toward freedom. She prolonged the moment, kissing Dave’s stomach while she worked her fingers into the waistband of his underwear.
“Oh, God, Shanna,” Dave breathed. His voice trembled with the strength of his anticipation. “I want you so badly. From the very first time I laid eyes on you back in my dorm room, I’ve dreamed about getting you alone with me like this.”
Shanna’s heart soared and the blood rushed even harder into her tits and pussy. He’d wanted her that long? She pulled his briefs down, freeing Dave’s massive dick. He sprang up long and hard before her, standing quivering at attention for her inspection.
Dave’s cock was ten inches if it was one, bigger than in Shanna’s wildest fantasies. It was so thick around she feared being able to stretch her mouth and pussy wide enough to accommodate him. If only all of her problems were so exciting…
“Dave, Sweety,” Shanna whispered. Her mouth was so close to his cock that it quivered from the caress of her breath. “Tonight, I’m going to reward you for your fantasies and then you’re going to do the same for me.”
She gripped his outer thighs and then brushed her lips against the bulbous head of his dick. Her lips came away damp with his precum. She licked them carefully, excited by the taste, and then brought them back to his penis for more. She placed her barely opened mouth against the swollen tip of the massive prick and sucked hard on the eye of his erection.
“Oh my God!” he howled.
With lightning fast reflexes that would amaze her after the fact, she let go of his thigh and clamped her tiny fist hard over the head of his cock. It was too large for her to fully encompass but she squeezed as tightly as she was able, clamping down on the tip of Dave’s dick like she was trying to cut the spurt of blood from a severed artery.
Dave screamed in pain and excitement. Spasms shook his thick cock. His balls tightened and tried to explode, but despite his body’s best efforts; no cum escaped to fountain into the night.
Shanna slowly eased the pressure on his penis, alert for even the slightest sign of an attempted ejaculation. “Oh, Sweety,” she whispered. “You really have been holding out, waiting for me.”
Dave had closed his eyes and was struggling to moderate his breathing. Shanna felt wet with excitement. His hair-trigger intensity was yet another incontrovertible sign of her desirability.
“Let’s take it slow,” she suggested. “After all of our earlier frustrations, we deserve a lot of fun tonight, and I don’t want to cut it short because we wear you out too early.”
She kissed his cock again, taking special note of the strength of his shudders, then slowly straightened her back bringing her breasts level with the head of his penis. Her large nipples strained against the white silk of her nightgown, their contours clearly visible through the delicate material.
She touched the eye of the quivering erection to the tip of her left nipple and watched the white silk darken as Dave’s pre-cum stained it. His face was flush in the moonlight, the strain of his desire completely evident on his face.
Shanna traced the outline of her nipple with the tip of his cock, painting her nightgown with his precum.
Dave’s thighs kept flexing beneath her hand and she squeezed them back in rhythm a couple of times. Then she moved her hand to his testicles, scratching the sensitive flesh with her nail while she painted her other nipple with the evidence of his excitement.
A low moan began in Dave’s throat. Despite his obvious efforts to keep calm, his breathing continued in ragged gasps. “I want to fuck you,” he whispered.
“Oh, Sweety,” Shanna whispered back. “The state you’re in you’ll explode on my thighs before you even reach my pussy.”
Dave groaned in frustration.
“I can’t even blow you properly,” Shanna informed him. “One swipe of my tongue and you’ll be decorating my ceiling with your cum.”
“I’m sorry,” Dave said, “it’s just, I want you so much.”
He reached down and fumbled with his pants.
She let go of his dick and testicles to cover his hands with her own. “What are you doing?”
“You said we couldn’t make love.”
The frustration dripping from Dave’s voice made Shanna smile. “No, I didn’t. I said we couldn’t make love now. We’re going to have to let you cum first. Then when you recharge you’ll be ready to fuck my pussy all night long.”
Dave let go of his pants.
Shanna slid back up his body, riding her silk clad breasts up his thighs until his long thick cock was nestled in between them. “The thing for you to decide is how you want to cum. In my hands?”
She caressed his mus
cular stomach with the palms of her hands.
“In my mouth?”
She licked the contours of his pectoral muscles.
“On my breasts?”
She rubbed herself up and down against his rigid meat.
Dave’s cock exploded—shooting his first load of ivory white semen straight up between them. It didn’t actually hit the ceiling, but Shanna thought it must have come close.
As Dave’s second load splattered against her chin, cheek, and nose, gravity pulled the first earthward to land like an ivory crown in her hair.
His hands wrapped around Shanna’s head and shoulders and hugged her face tight against his lower abdomen. His erection continued to shoot cum between them with most of it tangling in the spray of her hair.
“Oh, Shanna,” Dave whispered, crushing her even harder against him.
Shanna wanted to do more than simply hug him back but his grip was too tight for her to break. She dug her fingernails into the tight cheeks of his ass and began to wiggle her mouth back and forth, struggling for contact with his massive dick.
She found it easily enough, but actually getting her mouth on top of it was a different matter. She pushed her face up to the wedge-like tip and opened wide to engulf him.
As soon as Shanna’s intentions penetrated Dave’s over-stimulated brain, he fought to obstruct her and prevent the new sensation. He was too late. Shanna’s lips closed on the tip of his spewing dick and she sucked hard at the slimy fluids. Dave got his hands on either side of her face and attempted to pull her off of him, but she fought back, sucking even harder on his lower head, milking the last bit of cum from his super-sensitive body with her enthusiastic lips.
“Dear God,” he muttered when he finally succeeded in popping her mouth off of him. “I never even dreamed that I could cum like that.”
Shanna rose slowly to her feet, smiling wantonly at him. Cum was literally dropping off her face and hair and she felt utterly uninhibited in her excitement. She put her hand on Dave’s still hard cock and pulled him after her as she stretched out on her back on the bed. “That was just the beginning,” she promised him.
Dave eagerly followed, landing half on top of her, his right hand mauling her breast while his mouth locked on top of hers and his tongue forced its way back between her lips.
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