Chapter 2 : Her Joy
Author's Note: I just wanted to say thank you to all the readers who gave my first erotic story a chance. For new readers: this story is the second part of a multi-chapter story. Please read the earlier chapter to get the full context of Bella's mindset. In short, Bella has met a college 'friend' of her son, and this chapter is the immediate aftermath. The first chapter is Bella's Love.
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They pulled up in a CVS by their house. She felt a tinge of guilt for sending her son to get the batteries that would end up in her vibrator. A vibrator that she hoped she would cum on, while charged up on the juices churned up by Rick. But the guilt was a small ember within the raging fire that was her libido.
She impatiently waited for Connor to get back. How long did it take to buy fucking batteries anyway. Her skirt was too tight, too restrictive to tease her pussy. She tried to press her hands between her legs, but it was not enough. She needed direct contact and she needed something solid. Something that her pussy walls could pulse around, and cream on. It felt like an eons before Connor came back and they were on their way. It was a quick, jerky drive. She glanced sideways to see her son looking at her worryingly, but she was beyond caring about that right now.
She stopped the car in the garage of their two story house and all but ran up the stairs. Connor followed closely behind, wondering about her mom's strange behavior. She quickly ran up the stairs leaving Connor behind in the kitchen. Heaving a sigh of relief as she reached her bedroom and struggled to pull off her dress.
"Hey mom, do we have something to eat?" she heard him say through her bedroom door.
She closed her eyes in frustration at her son. "Make something for yourself Connor! You are not a kid anymore. I am busy!!"
"Jeez mom! okay."
She crept closer to the bedroom door, as she heard him go downstairs. Her bedroom was not soundproof. It didn't need to be. She usually was not vocal when having sex with her husband John. But today, Bella wanted to be extra careful that her son was not near her bedroom when she was cumming her brains out.
She had a feeling she would be very vocal tonight. In college her nickname amongst her girlfriends was Diva. Brad, her college sweetheart had sort of picked on the name and put his own spin to it. She was a diva to her friends, because she was the hottest amongst them and took the longest to get ready. But to him she was Diva for an entirely different reason. Her cries during those long nights with Brad, riding his magnificent cock, were heard far and wide in the western dorm. Brad used to swear that her screams were almost melodious, like the throaty outro of a soprano. Almost like she was 'singing' for him, singing praises of his performance.
She just didn't want Connor to hear her music today. As soon as she heard his footsteps fading away downstairs, she took out her vibrators from within her cabinet and peeled off her bra and panty. She hurried to the attached bathroom. She stopped for a minute in front of the mirror to admire her body. There is a reason she was proud of her workout routine and ethic. They had kept her in an almost super-humanly gorgeous shape. The 44 inch bust that was currently heaving with anticipation wound down into a taut lean stomach. The same stomach that Rick had gripped so possessively earlier today, she thought with a shudder. The small of back curved into a tight apple bottom ass which was the source of so many male fantasies in her office.
She got ready to get into the tub and paused. This was a delicious moment. Now that she was in her bedroom, she was in no danger of losing this sexual high. In fact, waiting and taking her time would be so much more fun. She was determined to coax every bit of pleasure she could from tonight. It was clear to her at this moment that Rick was the key person to thank for what was turning out to be one of her best evenings in a while. A wicked thought entered her mind. Maybe she should dress up for him. Even though he was never going to know, she felt naughty dressing up and pretending it was a prize for Rick. She sauntered into her bedroom, and opened her lingerie drawer. She picked out a few pieces and laid them out on the bed. She really didn't know what style Rick preferred. In fact, if his words were to be believed, he would prefer her bra-less.
She finally decided on a red mesh bralette with a cutout design in the middle in the shape of a diamond. No need for panties or thigh highs, she had delayed her gratification enough. She stepped into the tub and started her little bullet vibrator. Her pussy had an almost Pavlovian response to the harsh buzzing noise of her bullet. It usually started salivating as soon as the harsh buzzing sound of the vibrator was heard. Today however, her poor pussy was already overwhelmed with juices. The first touch of her bullet to her clit, brought a drawn out groan from deep within her throat.
She clamped a hand to her mouth and listened for any noise from the house. Nothing. It seemed like Connor had not heard her. He was downstairs anyway, so he would not be able to hear her as long as she kept her cries low and limited. At no point did she even entertain the notion that she could be quiet today.
