Jenny smiled to herself. She was leaning over her bed, tearing the sheets off so she could wash the squirted-upon bedcovers now that Ethan was safely at school.
She spoke with her cell phone in the crook of her shoulder. “All right. I hope I’ll be calling you Quentin because we’ll be . . . colleagues?”
Jennifer Steele was never one to shy away from speaking her mind.
The man’s purring chuckle returned. “Quite good, Ms. Steele.”
“Please, call me Jennifer. Or Jenny.”
“Jennifer. You are correct in your assumption. After your bombastic interview yesterday afternoon, I’ve spoken with the board and we believe you would be an excellent fit at our lovely museum.”
“That’s wonderful!”
Jennifer was truly excited and overjoyed. She stopped what she was doing and stood up straight.
“I had hoped you’d say that,” Quentin said. “Could you come in on Monday afternoon to finalize everything?”
“Absolutely,” Jenny said. “Or I could come in today, if that would be better.”
“All of our staff is quite busy with tours and such today, miss. I hope you don’t mind.”
“No, not at all. Monday it is.”
“Excellent! We shall see you then, sometime in the afternoon, yes?”
“Absolutely. See you then, Quentin, and thank you again for the opportunity. I’m very excited!”
“We think you’ll do wonderful here, Jennifer.” He had a cute way of rolling the “I” in her name, so it sounded like Jenny-fer.
They hung up and were left mutually happy.
But Jenny’s good mood didn’t last for long.
An hour later, she received the second call—the unpleasant one.
“Ms. Steele, this is Ms. Kirkpatrick from La Jolla High Sch—”
“Yes, my son’s English teacher, correct?”
“Indeed.”
“How can I help you, Ms. Kirkpatrick? Did my Ethan do something stupid again?”
“No, it’s not that,” the woman said. She was a particularly stern, proper lady, who saw all sports as uncouth and uncultured.
The English teacher left a sour taste in Jenny’s mouth, because she seemed so high and mighty all the time.
“What’s the problem?”
“Well, it is your son. Ethan is failing English, Ms. Steele.”
Jenny’s eyes widened. “What?! How? My son’s no dumbass!”
“I don’t believe it’s due to inadequacy, ma’am. I just believe his mind is elsewhere. Perhaps he’s distracted at the homefront?”
How dare this bitch! Jenny thought. She was about to ask, “What are you insinuating?” but calmed herself down before she exploded.
“Everything is fine ‘on the homefront,’” Jenny said, exaggerating and mocking the teacher’s use of words.
“Okay. Well. He’s not doing fine here. I suggest he get a tutor, and I believe I have a young man who would be perfect for him. He’s an undergrad at City College, who needs volunteer credits for his own teaching degree. He’s quite good.”
Jenny frowned. She didn’t like this idea at all. She knew she would have to have a talk with Ethan when he came home—despite her initial anger toward Ms. Kirkpatrick, the woman was just doing her job.
“Fine,” Jenny said, a bit unwillingly. “When, though? You know he has football practice after school every day.”
“I’ve looked into that, ma’am, and the team doesn’t practice on Mondays. I’ve set aside two to three hours after school on Monday so Ethan can study with Mr. Shannon. Vincent Shannon is the tutor’s name.”
Jenny sighed. “Okay, that should be fine. I’ll have a talk with Ethan when I see him tonight. Thank you for informing me about this, Ms. Kirkpatrick. Can he do anything to recover his grades?”
“Oh, yes, certainly. If he gets a handle on things, he should be able to pull out a C, no problem.”
Jenny nodded to herself. “Good. I guess.” She studied the piss stain she’d made during her heated masturbation session from the night before. Rubbing at it, she said, “I’ve got to go now, Ms. Kirkpatrick. Thanks again.”
She hung up before the teacher could reply.
Chapter Three
Ethan wasn’t too happy about having to get a tutor, but what teenager would be? It meant less time with his friends after class, and more time doing schoolwork and getting his English grade back up.
Jenny couldn’t believe Ethan had let things slip so far. She chastised her son and told him, “I didn’t raise an idiot,” on multiple occasions. She always felt bad afterwards and apologized to her poor boy, but still felt slightly betrayed.
She felt like she needed to take a more hands-on approach to his schooling, to make sure things started heading in the right direction. So far, the only “hands-on” approach she’d taken was putting her hands all over the rock-hard body of Colton Cunningham, her son’s friend and football teammate.
She was also miffed that her weekend was basically ruined. She had wanted to get together with Colt—somehow, some way—but that seemed out of the question now. She zeroed in on her son and made sure he got Monday’s schoolwork done before Friday was even over.
Then she grounded him for the weekend, which she hadn’t done in years. She was always the cool mom, but it was time to put her foot down. She wasn’t going to be an enabler.
As the weekend dragged on, she started to think, It could be much worse. At least he’s not doing drugs and getting fucked up, like I was at his age.
I raised him better than that. Even Eliot has to get some credit for being a part of his life, though he hasn’t been recently.
Jenny realized that getting full custody of her son was a blessing and a curse. She was able to raise Ethan how she wanted, but she also didn’t get many breaks. Hence why she had to do all the sneaking around just to Get Some.
Finally, she found out the genesis of Ethan’s problems at school, and it didn’t surprise her at all.
A girl.
Apparently Ethan was infatuated with a young thing named Colette. She was half-Costa Rican, and utterly out of Ethan’s league, which Jenny deduced after seeing pictures of her over dinner Sunday night.
But Jenny gave Ethan all the encouragement she could muster, saying things like, “You can chase the girl, but you’ve got to get the grades, too. No one wants a loser boyfriend, honey.”
Ethan looked on the verge of tears at that comment, which made Jenny inwardly roll her eyes and sigh heavily.
“I didn’t mean that, hun. You’re not a loser, obviously. You have a bright future ahead of you, but education is important. You know that, right?”
“Yes, mom,” was the generic response she received.
Come Monday morning, things seemed back to normal and right on track. Jenny dropped her son off at school—they had talked about him finally getting his driver’s license and permit over the weekend—with the express knowledge that he would be home three hours later that night, after his tutoring session with Vincent Shannon.
Jenny looked forward to meeting the smart bookworm, who would school her son, in the future.
But for now, she’d made other plans. Devious plans, slightly, but she told herself she had to do what she had to do.
Over the weekend, the plan had swirled around until she finally decided to go for it.
Since Ethan would be out of the house after school, and Jenny had learned that there wasn’t any football practice on Mondays, that meant Colton would be free.
She hoped to get to him before Gabby did. If anything, she was slightly scared of the slender little 18-year-old girl, who had so expertly ravaged Jenny’s asshole with that giant black dildo the week before.
It turned her on, being a big sub to the little dom Gabby, but she wanted a big strong man to manhandle her, not a little girl.
So, on Sunday evening, she had sent Colton a text message that simply read:
Tomorrow afternoon after class?
Colton:
I knew u couldn’t stay away for long.
Jenny: You know me so well, Colt.
Colton: Have I broken u in hard enough?
Jenny: What do you mean?
Colton: No tricks? U aren’t gonna try to seduce my gf and split us up again?
Jenny: No tricks.
Colton: Remember I still have those pictures of your leaky, beat-up pussy, woman.
Jenny: I said no tricks.
Colton: Then it’s on.
After the text battle, Jenny lay in her bed wondering if she was making a mistake with Colton. Yes, she loved his thick, hard dick and manly alpha nuts, but she didn’t like what he was becoming.
She used to know Colton as the nice boy—respectful, courteous, all that. But now, he seemed to have grown a mean streak that didn’t fit his personality.
Maybe that meanness was just lying dormant this whole time, and I simply unleashed it with my slutty little games, Jenny thought to herself.
She shrugged it off. It’s not like she was marrying the boy, after all. She just wanted to get laid.
After she dropped Ethan off at school on Monday, she went by the Museum of Contemporary Art and filed some paperwork. She didn’t get to run into Monsieur Marchand—the paperwork was filed with a secretary—but she was hired and would begin work tomorrow, on Tuesday.
She was happy she didn’t have to stay in and train, on Monday, because that would ruin her rendezvous with Colton.
She then went to the gym and did some cardio, then some weight training. She was trying to get back in shape, even though she had never really been out of shape.
But the main reason she went to the gym was to spy on all the guys ogling her. She wanted to make sure she still “had it.”
After an hour there, and more eyeballs on her ass than there are flies on shit, she got the answer she needed.
She left the gym feeling confident and a bit full of herself, a smirk on her face.
She decided to dress in some Victoria’s Secret lingerie, but made sure to put a robe over it, just in case. Since there would be no “tricks,” she expected Colton to come over with his big fat cock and dick her down proper.
She wanted to look good for him, like a snack. No, his little girly groupies were the snacks.
She was the whole meal.
At 3 p.m., 45 minutes after school let out, her doorbell rang.
Jenny was already sitting on the couch, watching some mindless TV. She gathered her white robe and strung it together to hide the sexy underwear underneath.
She pulled open the door with a smile on her face, eager to lay eyes on that chiseled jaw and sturdy body. Colton was tall and cut like a professional weight trainer—muscled arms that bulged his T-shirts and skinny jeans that didn’t look too skinny on his toned legs. He stayed in tip-top shape for football, since he was the star and key component to all of their victories.
He looked excellent, with a five o’clock shadow that made his gorgeous face look older than its years.
But there was something wrong that immediately gave Jenny pause.
She clenched her jaw when she opened the door—it was all she could do to keep her mouth from falling open.
Colton had brought friends. Two of them.
It was Will and Jack, two of the boys who frequented Jenny’s house whenever they hung with Ethan.
Jack was a big, burly linebacker or tackle—Jenny couldn’t remember—with a boorish face and a double chin. He wasn’t cute, but he was manlier than most 18-year-olds. He had ginger hair that was cut like a military man’s, which he probably got from an older brother or his father. He had a fat round belly and zero fashion sense—white T-shirt and jersey shorts. His face was a bit ruddy, with an odd complexion of bright red cheeks and paleness all around it, like a 30-year alcoholic.
Next to Jack was Will, the tall, skinny wide receiver who ran routes alongside Colton. He was a black kid, but of fairer skin than some, and he was built like a wiry stick. His muscles were sinewy and shredded like Colton’s, though not as big, but he was probably 6’3, whereas Colton was about 6’1”.
The two accomplices stood behind Colton, and they could barely contain the giddy grins on their faces.
Jenny’s eyes narrowed on Colton as she unconsciously tightened her robe and felt incredibly embarrassed.
“H-Hello, Colton, what are you doing here?” she asked, trying to sound nonchalant. She knew she failed.
Colton smiled wide, his pearly white teeth showing beneath those kissable lips. “You don’t have to be coy, Ms. Steele. You know Will and Jack, right?”
“Hi, boys,” Jenny said flatly. Her eyes narrowed even more, until they were slits in her face. Through clenched teeth, she said, “Colton, can I speak with you for a minute?”
Colton nodded and followed her into the house, leaving Will and Jack to twiddle their thumbs.
Once they were about 15 feet in from the door, Jenny rounded on Colton with fury. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing, kid?”
“What? They like pussy just as much as I do.”
“Fuck you,” Jenny said, shaking her head and putting her arms over her chest. “I’m not banging the whole football team, Colt.”
“You’re right. Just three of us.”
Jenny scoffed. “I can’t believe you. We said no tricks.”
“Now you know how it feels.”
She eyed Colton for a long moment. He looked delectable, like something she could eat. She wanted to feast on his body, every inch of his being. She was already wet, and knew she wasn’t in her right mind.
She knew she would regret what was about to come.
But she couldn’t help herself.
“They heard you, Jenny,” Colton said ominously.
“What?”
“They told me about walking in here with Ethan one day after the movies, last week. They heard you ranting and screaming about getting stuffed and fucked. Said it sounded like you were being raped.”
“Oh, fuck off—”
“They said that when they were leaving, they heard you scream my name. They snuck back around once Ethan closed the door on them, trying to peek through your upstairs window, but couldn’t find anything.”
“Horny little bastards.”
“Well, is it true?” Colton asked. Now his bulky arms were crossed over his chest, mirroring Jenny’s stance.
Jenny had the decency to face the ground. Her cheeks flushed. “I . . . suppose.”
Colton reached out and put a hand on her shoulder. “I know you love big cocks more than anything, Ms. Size Queen, so let us make your day.”
“Goddammit, Colton.”
Colton’s hand ventured down from her shoulder, along the inside seam of her robe, then it gently pulled it aside. “What do you have under there for me? Nothing?”
“It was supposed to be for your eyes only . . .” Jenny said, her voice trailing off with a slight moan. She knocked her knees inward, underneath her robe, feeling that she was getting wet already, just from Colt’s touch.
She could have melted in his arms.
Also, the embarrassment turned her on. She would never admit it, but exhibitionism and voyeurism were becoming part of her being—her identity.
“So, are you going to make this harder than it has to be?” Colton asked. “I mean, I can go to Gabby if you want.”
“No!” Jenny growled. Her eyes grew big in her head as she looked up at the dreamy face of the young football star. “I mean, no . . . let’s . . . just see what happens.”
Colton grinned, looked over his shoulder, and gave the “come on, boys” wave to his friends.
Will and Jack awkwardly walked into the house, shut the door behind them, then shared an apprehensive look.
Once the door was closed and they all stood in the foyer, Colton roughly spread apart Jenny’s robe.
“Ahh, look what we have here,” Colton said. “Wanted to look pretty for us, huh, Jenny?”
Jenny eyed the tiled ground again. Her cheeks
were bright red. She clasped one arm behind her back in a teenage-girl pose that made her look vulnerable and utterly tempting.
Colton had revealed her huge tits, bulging out from beneath her robe, smashed together by a lacy black bra that had frilly little ends on it. Two straps ran down from the bra, down the length of her curvy body and thin waist. They were attached to the frilly tops of her black panties, which were stretched wide across her large ass.
The lacy fabric was nearly translucent, and Colton began to salivate as his eyes took in the older woman’s magnificent figure.
Will and Jack’s faces were even worse off. It was like they’d never seen such a splendid creature before, they were ogling so badly.
“Jesus Christ, Ms. Steele,” Will said, his eyes widening in his dark face.
Jenny stole a glance to the bottom half of the tall black kid and noticed the bulging slab in his shorts, stretching down his leg. Her face turned even hotter.
“You’ve got a slutty body made for fucking,” Jack said, always unfiltered in the way he spoke. He crossed his arms over his formidable belly and smiled at his friend’s mother.
Jenny started to panic as the two boys walked up alongside Colton. Even though she was tall for a woman, the football players were all taller than she was, and they looked down at her with a rabid, twinkling hunger in their eyes.
Backing up toward the couch, Jenny thought, Fuck, girl, what have you gotten yourself into?
Chapter Four
Colton wasted no time to get started. The late afternoon sun poured in through the windows surrounding the living room, basking the entire room in brightness.
The star football stud reached out and grabbed Jenny’s breasts, manhandling them with his strong, callused fingers.
Jenny yelped in surprise, taking another step back toward the couch, until her heel touched the edge of the black leather. Her large melon-sized tits molded to Colton’s touch, her nipples protruding from the fabric like little teepees.
Colton pinched her right nipple through the bra and rubbed his fingers together to massage her areola.
Jenny’s body jerked and she let out a low moan. She tried to hide her horniness, but it was no use. Her body was betraying her, and she already knew what was going to happen before it did.
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