Linda put her arms around him and leaned in to kiss him. Her lips were soft and warm as she pressed them against his. He returned the embrace and ran his hands slowly down her back (avoiding the tattoo) before landing on her cheeks again.
She leaned back and looked down at his chest. She released his neck and gripped his shoulder with one hand and used a finger on the other to idly trace the Mom tattoo on his chest. She mouthed the word "Mom" as she did so; he cringed. A second later, he felt something wet hit his big toe and he looked down to see that some of his cum had leaked from her and landed half on his foot, half on her hardwood floor. He simply stared at it, not sure what he should be doing about it.
"Sorry about that," he apologized lamely.
Linda laughed out loud and slapped him playfully on the chest. "Comes with the territory, sport. Or perhaps I should say 'Comes IN'." The joke was lame and she knew it; its real purpose was to embarrass him more. And it worked.
He blushed profusely as Linda pulled away to pick up Evan's towel from the table where he had laid it earlier. She bent down and first used it to clean his foot and the floor. Then she used it to mop at her gooey crotch.
As amazing as everything had felt, it still bothered Evan to watch the older woman clean herself of the jizz that he had loaded her with. What had he done?
Linda tucked the towel between her legs and took Evan by the hand, leading him back to the couch.
She sat him down straddled his lap. The towel was still tucked obscenely into her slit and flopped down, landing on his flaccid penis. She placed both arms around his neck and kissed him again before resting her head on his shoulder.
She closed her eyes as she spoke to him. "Please don't get the wrong idea. I'm not some crazy cougar that is looking for a boyfriend half her age. This was very fun, and I think we will do it again."
'We will?' flashed through Evan's head as she continued.
"But I am not looking for anything serious. I am well aware that the age difference between us would never work, anyway. It doesn't mean that it wasn't fun as hell though," she concluded with a peck to his neck.
They sat that way for some time; Evan idly ran one hand along Linda's leg while the other toyed with her hair. Linda had one arm behind his head and her other hand rested on his shrunken prick, peeking out from in front of the towel like a worm climbing out of the ground after a rain storm. Eventually, she pulled her hand from his penis and saw it was coated with residual cum. She rolled a bead of it between her thumb and forefinger. She stuck her thumb into her mouth and sucked it clean. His wide-eyed gaze made her smile around the digit.
"K, enough of this," she said with a slap to his leg. She withdrew from him and removed the cum soaked towel from between her legs and tossed it over her shoulder.
"Are you hungry?" she asked, reaching for the phone on the table.
"Yes, Ma'am." He had returned to Ma'am, even though he had just finished screwing her and the towel covered in his seed was draped over her. She didn't correct him.
"Chinese ok?" she asked.
"Yes, Ma'am, that's fine."
"Do you mind if I order for you?" she asked. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye.
"Huh? Oh, no, not at all," he responded.
He didn't know it, but that was another test; another which he had passed. She had thought that he would. Letting the older woman order his food for him is exactly what she was hoping for in terms of submissiveness.
She called a saved number, waited a moment, and then began speaking in rapid and, what he assumed was, fluent Chinese. Evan's eyebrows raised in surprise. She spoke for several minutes before getting her credit card from her purse and reading off the numbers. She hung up and turned back to Evan.
"You speak Chinese?" he said, astonished.
"Yes, we have a large Chinese population in this area. Real estate is a profession that requires a lot of trust in the agent and people are inherently untrusting of someone that can't speak their language. I don't like to use interpreters because it breaks the one-on-one intimacy that I get with my clients. I also speak fluent Spanish and passable French as well. Now, let's go upstairs and get cleaned up. They said they are quite busy and that it would be about forty-five minutes."
She extended her hand to Evan, helped him up from the couch and led him upstairs to the bathroom.
The bathroom was massive; Ornate tile work surrounded him on both the walls and floor. The tile was an earthy brown with a line of gold and glass squares running through at chest height all the way around the room. The double vanity was covered in a slab of granite that Evan was sure cost more than he earned last year.
Linda tossed the dirty towel into the hamper before sliding open the shower curtain and exposing the gigantic clawfoot-style bath behind it. It was easily large enough for the two of them and probably a third. She closed the drain and started the water running, adjusting the temperature. A bottle lay on one ledge in the wall and she used it to squirt some liquid into the running stream. Pink hued bubbles exploded beneath the faucet stream.
