"I know what you two did." Tina said aloud, "How could you do that?" To tell the truth, saying that while standing in front of my mirror in my apartment, I was a lot braver in voicing my feelings.
I wanted to say it that way, I wanted to tell Carol and Tim what they did was wrong. I wanted to tell them that it was immoral. I wanted to tell them that having sex together as mother and son was un-thinkable. I wanted to tell them so many things... Most of all I wanted to tell them to let me join.
I could only imagine what Carol's womanly thigh's felt like as Tim's stiff cock buried itself deep in her. The look of sexual satisfaction on her face was one I knew oh so well, my own desires are played out and met quite often. I have never had children of my own, so I can let my blonde hair down (and do, across my current suitors' hairy chest.) In a little play on an Asian trick I saw in a movie once, I'll spread my guy's legs apart to slide in-between them, so I can slide my stiff nipples up and down their stomachs. I will then let the tip of my tongue lightly brush against the skin of the chest, as my hair tickles them, up and down. I'll move ever so slowly in a circular or side to side fashion, before I make my way down to the blood filled statue, standing there in honor of my efforts. To say that it has the desired affect that I was aiming for leaves little room for doubt.
"What is wrong with you, Tina?" I asked myself.
I'm standing there looking at my 5' 7" frame in that damn mirror. Thinking my ice colored blue eyes really do look troubled; but why? I have never been left wanting if a piece of "ASS" is all I needed. I could cruise to any bar easy enough and walk out with at least 15 phone numbers within the first thirty minutes. When I was younger, I would give a real good show to a cute guy if I found him interesting. I would pull my blouse over just enough to have my pink areola show whoever was watching, turns out more than I thought was. LOL, I defiantly made more than a few women test the commitment of their companions. I grew bored enough with that game fast enough, only so many times you can be promised the moon and live with the disappointment.
I needed something, I needed an outlet for my pent up frustration, but all that I was thinking on was the show I witnessed between my best friend and her scrumptious son last Saturday, that was four days ago. My pussy is still all a tingle from that sight, her 18 year old son sitting under her lap in that chair, sweat dripping off of his muscled chest and brow. Carol's light brown hair sticking to her forehead from sweat, her beautiful breasts bouncing just a little too much in that sleeveless blouse, I love to watch her wear. I could tell right away from the way it clung to her beautiful skin that she was not wearing anything under that top. Thinking like this is what got Gary from work a blowjob and a quickie in the broom closet Tuesday. The tension was eased a bit but the fire was still there, being naughty is its own reward sometimes.
I made up my mind. I was going back to Carol's to see if anymore naughty times were being had. I dressed myself in my tube top, my loose fitting khaki shorts and the open-toed sandals I usually wore around the apt when I was relaxing. Like Carol I chose to go braless, so I could have easier access to my nips if they needed my own personal attention, plus I absolutely enjoy the way they strain the fabric as they stand up and slid across the material. With keys in hand and lust on the brain I locked my front door, so the trip to my personal fantasy land could get underway.
Once behind my wheel the drive would only take five to ten minutes at most normally. I chose this time how ever to take a route that would allow me to stop and pick up a drink at the local mom and pop store. I figured the extra time would give me a chance to really think about what I would do in a few situations; how you doing you two, can I watch you fuck in front of me again? Oh Carol that top is way too tight, need some help taking it off? Tim, I have a lovely little cowboy cap we can put on your longhorn there, would you like to try wearing it? Now I know I was losing it where did that come from?
Pulling into the parking lot a few blocks later from my house, brought an interesting surprise to me in my current condition, in the form of three guys standing outside the store laughing and joking with each other. The only one that really caught my aroused eye was the sandy haired one, his friends were well enough in their own way, but he was C.U.T.E! (Can't Underestimate That Erection.) I started thinking this might turn into one of those naughty rewards deals, for me, and for him. As I pulled to the curb to the right side of the front door I quickly noticed that there was only two other cars parked in the lot, one I guessed was the store owners and the other was one of the youths. My evil plot was hatching very fast now and my heart was truly racing at it.
I put my car in park, shut off my engine and looked in my rearview to check my hair and makeup. Once properly inspected I opened my door and stepped out of my car, onto the sidewalk where the boys where standing. I must have made the right impression walking towards the front door, all the conversations stopped and three sets of eyes bore down on me in my skimpy attire.
"Hello boys', how are you this evening?" It never hurt to be polite, especially when I had plans for one of them.
"Hello ma'am" Said the dark haired one.
"H-hi there." Stammered a freckle faced kid, which looked younger than my cutie pie.
"Evening, how are you?" My sandy hunk of man said as I reached to open the front door.
I saw out of the corner of my eye the way they quickly tried to follow me through the glass. It is such a thrill sometimes being a woman. I went quickly to the freezer area and selected my drink, but I will say that I took longer coming out of the freeze then was really needed. Unless of course making my eraser tips rock hard was the point to it, which it was. Once I was satisfied with the natural result, I headed to the cashier to pay for my purchase and make sure my attentive audience was still waiting, lucky for me I was not stood up.
