Passion In James County XIX: Family Affairs
Chapter thirteen
Matt awoke and was confused when he realized he was lying in a strange bed, in a strange room. At first, he wasn't sure where he was, or how he'd gotten there. Then memories of what happened the night before came rushing back. He and Mrs. Forrester had made love. Or had it just been another dream? He was afraid to open his eyes, he was sure that he would discover the bliss he remembered was yet another figment of his overactive imagination.
He moved his leg, felt something warm against brush against him and realized it was bare flesh. He opened his eyes, carefully turned his head, and saw Mrs. Forrester's lovely face. She was lying next to him, still asleep. He glanced downward. She was naked! And her nude body was far more beautiful than he'd dreamed it would be! Her bare breasts, flattened somewhat because she was lying on her back, rose and fell as she breathed.
Being careful so he wouldn't waken the woman who lay asleep next to him, the elated young man shifted position so he could see more of her. He wasn't sure how he'd wound up in this situation, and since he might never have the chance again, he wanted to make the most of it. What he saw delighted him. Mrs. Forrester's shiny black hair had fanned out on the pillow around her gorgeous face like an ebony halo. Her skin - all over - was somewhat dusky, a result of her Mediterranean ancestry. Between her legs he could see the black, tightly curled, luxuriant mass of her pubic hair.
Matt's penis begin to swell and grow as he surveyed Mrs. Forrester's lovely nude body. His avid gaze returned to her magnificent breasts. They were capped with large, dark circles, out of which protruded thick, partially erect nipples.
"We...Mrs. Forrester and I...we really did make love!" he mused, and found he was still a bit stunned by that realization. "I wasn't dreaming!" He laid there, recalling in passionate detail how wonderful making love with his friend's mother had been. And, as he mentally re-lived what had happened earlier that night, his penis grew fully erect. It became a throbbing, heavily veined monster, the purple head pointing toward Mrs. Forrester's lovely torso.
"Her breasts are even more beautiful than I thought they'd be!" the young man thought. He was captivated by the steady rise and fall of the mounds adorning Mrs. Forrester's chest. "I...I've got to kiss one!" Moving with great care, he leaned over the sleeping woman and gently took one of her semi-hard nipples between his lips. He was delighted when he felt it begin to swell and grow inside his mouth.
Tingling, sweet sensations wakened Mary Forrester. Like Matt, she was at first disoriented, but as she became more alert, the recollection of where she was, who was with her, and how they'd gotten there, flooded her wakening mind. "My God!" she thought, as marvelous feelings rushed though her, "I really did do it, didn't I? I seduced Matt, my son's best friend!" She didn't move. What the teenager was doing felt so good, she didn't want it to stop, even though she knew, deep down inside her, that she should end this now, before she got herself deeper into a situation that could come to no good.
Matt shifted, leaned over further, and captured Mrs. Forrester's other nipple with his lips. Now that he'd gotten started, he wasn't going to be denied. This was too wonderful!
What the young man was doing felt so delicious Mary almost groaned with delight, but she forced herself not to. As enchantment, sparked by the young man's caresses, continued to fill her, she tried desperately to think. "What am I going to do?" she wondered. "If Tom ever finds out what I've done, he'll divorce me! God, if our friends find out, I'll be disgraced. And if Ricky finds out... My God! That feels so good! No! No! I can't let Matt keep doing that! I have to tell him to stop! I must make him go home! If he keeps that up, I'll, I'll..."
Matt continued to bestow his attentions on his lovely companion, suckling first one nipple, then the other, unaware his partner had awakened. Her nipples were warm and rubbery and swelled and grew larger the more he sucked on them. Even the dark circles of her areolas were swollen and standing out from the smooth flesh of her breasts.
"I have to stop him!" Mary thought, but the messages her body gave her brain overrode her good judgment. "I have to...oh God! It feels so good! Tom never plays with my breasts any more! Oh! That feels so good!"
Matt, growing more adventuresome, took the unattended nipple between his thumb and forefinger and began to twirl it tenderly.
"I have to make him stop now!" Mary thought. She opened her mouth and tried to speak, but growing lust was rapidly routing thoughts of stopping from her mind. Her breasts had always been super-sensitive and, unknowingly, Matt chose the one approach that guaranteed he'd once again get to enjoy making love with the woman of his dreams. He didn't know that, though. All he knew was he was fulfilling a long-held fantasy and that doing so was even more wonderful than he dreamed it would be.
"What's happening to me?" Mary thought. She realized she was losing control again and that desire was taking over. "Why can't I tell him to stop? If I don't stop him soon...I...I...Oh, God! Oh, God! What's happening to me? What's wrong with me? Oh, God!" What was happening was an orgasm. Her body began to quake and she could no longer maintain the pretense of sleep. "Ah! Oh, God!" she cried. "Matt! Matt! Oh, God! Matt!"
