by Duckegg Blue
When I called Liam, he was delighted to hear from me and so he should be. The last time I saw him, I had left him hanging and he has not yet had the repeated delight of filling my pussy with his young cock.
Part VIII
I was literally vibrating with excitement. Dear Robert had left for the whole day and with a wink and a cheeky smile, he had said, “Do everything I would do, darling.”
I waved him off. He was going to spend the day at a spa, getting pampered.
I had dressed up a little bit for Liam. Gone were the g-string bikinis. Liam has only ever seen me in those or naked. I wanted to surprise him by actually wearing some proper clothes.
So today I was wearing a lovely v-neck sweater in pink and a short black, tight skirt. My sweater was also tight and showed off my delightful cleavage. No man could resist these beauties, even if I say so myself.
I hadn’t bothered with underwear. What was the point, it was all going to come off very soon anyway.
The doorbell rang at exactly 11 a.m. Oh good, he was on time. I always loved a man who was punctual.
“Darling Liam,” I said dramatically, when I opened the door, “what a delight you are to my eyes,” I beamed at him.
Liam stood at the entrance to our manor house, looking slightly nervous. He was still ridiculously handsome and sexy. Today, he was dressed in a well-ironed white shirt and black pants. Strange, I thought to myself. He looked a bit like a waiter, but it was much smarter than his gardening outfit.
“Do come in, darling. Why are you hovering on the threshold?”
“Hello Mrs Jones. It’s lovely to see you again. Um, ah, is Robert around?” he asked, his eyes darting from left to right.
“No silly, he’s gone out for the whole day. Don’t worry about him. He knows you’re here and he’s given us his blessing.”
“Oh, right. Ok,” he said, sounding unconvinced.
“Come on through, let’s go to the kitchen and I’ll get you a drink. You look as though you need loosening up.”
I grabbed his arm and pulled him into the hallway and closed the front door with my hip.
“What do you think of my attire, Liam? More clothing than you’ve ever seen me wear before, eh?” I chuckled.
“Yes, Mrs Jones. You look very nice,” he replied politely while looking at me up and down. His eyes lingered a bit longer on my cleavage, which I liked.
We walked through the hallway into the kitchen and the whole time Liam was looking around our house in wonder.
“This place is amazing, Mrs Jones,” he exclaimed.
“I know. Isn’t it a palace fit for a queen or two?” I winked, “that’s why I married Robert, you know. For the money and the fact that he is my gay best friend.”
“Ugh, um,” stuttered Liam, clearly lost for words.
“Don’t fret, Liam dear. Robert is queer and quite proud of it now he has come out to everyone. We have a marriage of convenience,” I exclaimed. “Don’t worry about anything. I only need you for sex.”
Liam was standing, propped up against the island, in the middle of the kitchen. I started walking towards him like a wild cat stalking her prey.
Liam’s face started to flush. Good grief, he was too adorable. These young men got flustered so easily.
“Listen baby, we both know why you are here,” I said leaning into him and putting my hands on his chest. “Let’s just get to it, shall we? My pussy is hot and throbbing and I desperately need your cock inside it.”
My hand snaked down his body and pressed hard against his stiff length and I was pleased to see it had grown to enormous proportions.
“I can tell that you want me too, darling. This cougar is so pleased to see you and your thick shaft again.”
I unzipped his pants and stuck my hand in to grab his erection, hard.
“Bury your face in my tits. I know you want to,” I ordered.
He was on automatic pilot as his face lowered onto my impressive chest. He started kissing the exposed curves of my bosoms and his hands came up to cup their fullness.
“That’s it baby, feel me up good and proper,” I growled.
I continued stroking his bulge and un-did the button and zip on his pants to give me better access. I tugged the waist of his pants down, along with his tight black briefs. My hand went back to stroking him and cupping his balls.
“Do you want my fingers up your ass, again darling? You seemed to enjoy it so much last time,” I asked.
I felt his body shudder, "Yes, yes, Mrs Jones," he gasped into my chest.
Suddenly, he lifted his head up and looked at me deep in my eyes. Good grief, he really did have the most beautiful blue eyes.
I thought he might say something profound and ruin the moment so I jumped in ahead of him.
“Listen darling, I haven’t had a good fuck in ages. Do you mind awfully if we could get to it? I am so desperate to be filled by your huge cock.”
Liam’s eyes widened and I could see his pupils dilate. Unable to speak for a second, he could only nod obediently.
“I fancy being taken in this kitchen, darling. Use your strong arms to lift me up on this island will you please?”
We switched places and Liam hoisted me up, like I weighed next to nothing and sat me down on the marble surface of the island. My skirt automatically lifted up beyond my thighs, exposing my pussy to Liam’s probing eyes.
“I want you to lick me, baby. Use your thick tongue on my folds and clit,” I demanded. I leaned back on my elbows and spread my legs wider.
At the first touch of his hot tongue, I sighed deeply. Oh my. That was just the ticket. I had missed this so much.
“Yes, Liam. Keep lapping me up. Don’t be shy, young man. Swirl and nibble and suck,” I encouraged, “stick your tongue in my pussy hole and drive it in like you are fucking me,” I gasped.
The boy had been practicing as he was really good and I could feel the slow build up of an orgasm start in my clit.
“Don’t stop baby, please keep going. That feels incredible. You are too good…”
I bit my lips and started to tense my legs in anticipation of a bone shattering climax, but alas my joy was short lived.
“MRS JONES! What the fuck are you doing?” A deep angry voice broke the atmosphere.
My eyes snapped open and stared in shock and horror at my dear boy, Jason. He was standing at the doorway to the kitchen with the most thunderous and incredulous expression on his face.
Oh fuckity fuck.
Part IX
I looked at Liam between my legs and the beautiful boy at the doorway of the kitchen. My stomach was in knots and an overwhelming feeling of nausea came over me. Jason turned and stormed out.
“Sorry darling, let’s take a rain check. I need to go after my son,” I said to Liam gently.
Liam nodded, silent. The poor boy looked terrified as though Jason was going to come back and punch him. He helped me off the counter and I ran for the door, adjusting my clothing as I went along.
Out in the driveway, Jason had just made it to his silver BMW and had his hand on the door handle, ready to yank it open.
“Wait! Wait, darling,” I yelled, “we need to talk.”
He pulled open the door and I thought he was going to get in his car and drive off, but he hesitated. As I approached him, I could see the hurt in his eyes and I felt a stab of pain in my gut.
“Sweetie, please let me explain...”
Through gritted teeth and accusation in his eyes, he said,
“How could you do this to dad? How could you do this to......me?”
At that moment, everything became clear to me. “Oh baby I’m so sorry. You know your dad and I are more than fine? He understands my needs.”
“What about mine?” he asked, looking hurt.
“Baby, a woman has certain desires and well, it’s like an itch that never goes away. I want you so much, but I can’t have you can I?”
“You could have,” he admitted.
He got in hi
s car and left me and my heart broke watching him drive away.
Back at the house, Liam the dear boy had put the kettle on and made me a cup of French Earl Grey tea.
“You’re a good boy Liam, but today not even tea is going to help solve my problems.”
Part X
I spent the day in restless contemplation. I had an ache in my stomach and a headache. All thoughts of sex had been driven out of my brain.
By late afternoon, I was on the sofa, with my eyes closed, re-playing the last scene with Jason over and over again in my mind. I was making myself dizzy with worry.
Robert came back home at 5 p.m.
“Hello darling Celia!” he called out from the front door, “I’m back! I’ve been cleansed and brushed to within an inch of my life. I even had my balls waxed. Jesus Christ that stung. Did you have a good day?”
He came into the lounge and stopped short.
“Are you alright, my love? Why are you on the sofa? Are you sick?”
“No Robert, dear. This morning was a cluster fuck and to make it worse, I didn’t get a fucking either,” I said miserably.
He dropped his bag of spa products and ran over to me and perched himself on the soft. He smelt all lovely and citrusy, his face had the shine of someone who had been given a nice oily facial.
“Tell me what happened,” he said, taking hold of my hand.
“Darling, I fear I have hurt Jason terribly. I made a huge error in judgement and I am so sorry,” I sighed dramatically.
I then proceeded to tell Robert what had happened. He sat and listened without any interruption and at the end he said, “You love him, don’t you?”
I felt my heart lurch. “I don’t know. I honestly don’t know. I just feel sick to my stomach and I’m tied up in knots,” I admitted.
Robert sighed heavily. “I want to give you my blessing to go and get him, but how do I know this isn’t another one of your flights of fancy? I was your gardener for more than five years and I saw all the young men who came and went. I called you ‘Mrs fuck ‘em and chuck ‘em’ behind your back. Isn’t Jason just another one of your long line of stud muffins?”
“No……I don’t think so. This feels different, Robert. I think it’s because he is half of you. If you weren’t so gay and old, no offence, darling, then you would be my dream man. Jason reminds me of you in so many ways, his kindness, his calm manner, his intelligence. Plus, he is bloody hot, virile and young,” I half joked.
Robert began talking again, “Let me tell you about Jason, Celia. He is a stubborn little shit, but very loyal. He would not have done anything with you, if he thought it was going to hurt me. I think he likes you, more than he is willing to admit,” he explained.
“I’ll also tell you something else, which may explain his behaviour. When he was little, every Christmas he would delay opening his presents. He would sit, looking at them under the Christmas tree with a huge smile on his face, but he wasn’t the kid who ripped open the wrapping in seconds to get to the gift underneath. He delayed it and took his sweet time, carefully peeling the sticky tape. Sometimes I think he enjoyed the unwrapping more than the present itself. He is treating you like his last and best Christmas present.”
My eyes opened wide at Robert’s astute observation. My heart was racing with the promise of something within reach.
“What do I do, dear? I fear Jason might ask for the receipt on this old present.”
“I’m so happy to see you can joke about it, Celia. You are obviously perking up a bit. Go and talk him. He is stubborn, but he will listen and we both know what he wants. You.”
Part XI
Jason lived twenty minutes away, in the quaint historic town of Windsor. He had a victorian terraced house on one of the main roads, within walking distance to Windsor Castle and the train station.
I had never had the pleasure of visiting his home before, but I knew the area well as I went there to shop all the time. I loved the old cobbled pavements, with the impressive castle set at the top of high street.
If everything went tits up with my talk with Jason, I would take a stroll into town. Therefore, it wouldn’t have been a wasted journey, as I did love all the boutiques in Windsor.
Parking was atrocious, but I managed to sneak my little Mini Cooper into a tiny space almost in front of Jason’s house. It was such a quaint little cottage from the outside, with white painted brickwork, lovely original sash windows and a dark red front door with a stained glass panel.
I approached with trepidation. Oh dear God, what if he slammed the door in my face? I hadn’t even called in advance to let him know I was turning up, as I wanted the element of surprise. Now I was beginning to think it was a mistake.
There was no sign of any movement when I tried to peer through the glass front door. I tapped loudly with the brass door knocker and waited, feeling rather nervous.
The door swung open and my beautiful Jason stood there, looking shocked to see me. No words formed on his lips.
“My dear, can I please come inside? I would love to talk to you, darling.”
Gosh it was so good to see him and he looked handsome as always, wearing a white t-shirt and brown khaki pants.
He pursed his lips, still silent and stepped aside to let me pass.
The longing I felt for him as I walked close to his body, took me by surprise. I could smell the faint whiff of his aftershave and his maleness and my body started reacting, nipples puckering up already. I had to stop thinking about sex. This was Jason and I needed to behave myself.
I hovered in the narrow hallway, not sure where to go. Finally, he spoke, “Do you want a cup of tea?” and padded into the kitchen, which was the first room to the left of the entrance.
I followed dutifully behind and watched him fill up a stainless steel kettle with water and retrieve some blue mugs from an overhead cupboard.
He rattled a metal square container at me, “English breakfast alright? I’m sorry I don’t have French Earl Grey tea.”
How on earth did he know I drank French Earl Grey, I wondered silently to myself.
“Perfect, darling. Thank you.” Gosh we were behaving so civilized with each other and it was driving me bonkers. I needed our passion, heat and intensity back.
I started admiring his buttocks in his well-fitted khakis and checked out his broad shoulders, his strong back and his muscly forearms. Christ, he was built so fine and I was starting to feel a hunger in my loins for him.
“Stop staring at me,” he said sardonically. “You can’t have me.”
My mouth fell open. Goodness, where did this aggression come from?
“Jason, darling. I don’t know what you are talking about? I came here to apologise.”
“Yeah right. I know how you play the game, Mrs Jones,” he replied sarcastically.
Oh my Lord. This was not what I had been expecting at all and it threw me off completely.
Most young men could not wait for me to tell them what I wanted to do with them and to them, but Jason……well, he was playing a different game altogether and I didn’t have the rule book.
Part XII
I spent half an hour with Jason, sipping my tea in the kitchen. He didn’t even ask me into the lounge to sit down. I could tell he was desperate for me to leave.
Our interaction was awkward to say the least. We talked about the weather. I enquired about his work again. He asked me how his dad was.
I have never been the type to be lost for words, but I was literally running out of things to say. My dear boy was like a clam. He was not prepared to open up and I could tell my advances were not going to work on him.
If he had been carefully unwrapping me like a present, he had now decided I was not worth opening and had tossed me aside, along with the pile of used wrapping paper.
My shenanigans had ruined all my chances with this amazing young man and it stung a little. I wasn’t used to my advances being spurned.
Once I had reached the dregs of my tea, I caref
ully washed my cup and left it on the draining board.
“Well darling, I’ll best be off. I came here to apologise and it looks like my apology won’t be accepted. I did make a huge mistake the other day. I should never have called Liam. It was you I wanted to fuck.” I let my confession hang in the air.
Jason didn’t say a single word and just stood there, leaning against the sink, surveying me. It was quite unnerving how he could stare at me so intently and not say anything. I liked to talk to fill in the silences, but he was making it impossible.
“No need to show me to the door, darling. I’ll make my own way out. I’m just parked outside anyway.”
I walked out of the house with my back straight and pride intact. I was not one for begging. Quietly, I pulled the front door closed behind me and got in my Mini Cooper.
I buckled in my seatbelt and let out a long breath that I didn’t realise I had been holding in. Oh well, onwards and upwards, I said to myself. No point in crying. This cougar had plenty more young boys to fuck.
A sharp rap on the window next to my face pulled me out of my trance. I blinked a few times to adjust my eyesight. No, it couldn’t be. I pressed the electric window down.
Part XIII
I stared into the beautiful blue eyes of Jason. “Come back inside, Mrs Jones.” It was an order and not a request.
My heart started thudding and my pussy started clenching. Being told what to do was a very new experience for me.
I unbuckled my seat belt and he reached in to grab my arm firmly and yanked me out of the car. He slammed my car door and practically marched me back to his house.
“Slow down, Jason! I’m sprightly, but I’m wearing heels. I could still trip over!”
“No, I need to get you exactly where I want you,” he growled.
Oh my Lord. I felt my heart go pitter-patter. This take-charge attitude was making me feel weak at the knees.