Mrs J Ch 04 Settling A Bet

After two intense days with Mrs. J, she'd sent me home, we both needed some time to recover. I'd hung around the house for several days, sleeping a lot and eating a huge amount of food. The one thing I wasn't doing was jerking off. I need to recover, and I figured Mrs. J would be calling soon to drain my balls.

I was upstairs in my room when I heard the phone ring. A few minutes later, my mom knocked on my door.

"You decent?" Mom called from the other side of the door.

"Yeah, come in." I said.

She opened the door and came into my room.

"I just got off the phone with Mrs. Johnson. You've been doing some work for her?" she said.

Oh my god! I was a little freaked out. She called the house; she spoke to my mom. What did she say?

"Yeah, a few days ago, I did some yard work." I said, as casually as I could, making sure not to say anything suggestive, like yeah, I plowed her garden and trimmed her bush, though I didn't think my mom would have picked up on it anyway.

"Well, you must have made a good impression," she said, "she was just raving about you, how much stamina you had and how attentive to her needs you were. You clearly did something right. I get the sense she's pretty demanding."

"Yeah, she can be, but I learned how to read her so I can handle her." I said, trying not to give anything away. "What did she want?"

"Oh, yeah, she wanted you to come over. Something about helping her settle a bet. I don't know why you couldn't do that on the phone, but she insisted, it had to be in person." she explained.

"Did she say when?", I asked, trying not to sound too excited about it.

"Yeah, right now." she answered.

"Huh, ok. I guess I'm not doing anything else anyway." still trying to be as low-key as possible." Did she say anything else?"

"No, that's it. You should go now. Dinners at 6." Mom said.

"Ok. Not sure what she means by settling a bet. She might have more work for me, so I might be late for dinner. Don't wait for me."

"I hope she appreciates you and that she's paying you well." she said as she walked out of my room.

"Oh, she's taking good care of me." I said, laughing to myself.

As soon as she closed the door, I jumped up and ran to the shower. 10 minutes later, I was walking through Mrs. J's side gate, my dick already at half-mast.

I walked into the backyard and saw Mrs. J on a lounge chair, facing away from me. There was someone with her.

I called out to alert them to my presence. Mrs. J waved her hand and yelled "Over here!" without turning around. As I approached, I saw two gorgeous sets of legs and then as I got closer, two gorgeous women, in bikinis and little coverups, sitting together on lounge chairs, sipping from big glasses of white wine, an empty bottle on the table between them.

Mrs. J looked fantastic as usual. She was wearing a shiny black bikini. The two tiny triangles of fabric just barely covered her areolas, the strings were practically invisible. I could see the strings from the bottoms, but the fabric was so tiny, I couldn't really see it as her legs were crossed. The strings were similarly thin as the top, but they tied at the sides.

The other woman was equally attractive but quite different. She was younger, but I wasn't sure by how much. Hell, I didn't even know how old Mrs. J was and knew enough not to ask. She was also wearing a super sexy bikini. Thin cotton top, white, a glimmer of her nipples visible. I was certain that it would be transparent when wet. I could see more of the bottoms of hers. Tight straps high on her hips plunged down to a tiny panel on the front, highlighting her taut, smooth, flat abs. Even seated, I could tell she was tall. She was thinner than Mrs. J. She looked athletic, the ripple of her ribs was just barely visible, her legs, arms and shoulders all showed muscular definition. She had nice boobs but nowhere near the size of Mrs. J's. She had long sandy blond hair, styled into big soft curls. Blue eyes, little turned up nose, pale complexion but she was well tanned, and I could see hints of tan lines.

"Hi, Joe, it's so good to see you again. Thanks for coming over so quickly." Mrs. J. said. Cheerful banter not revealing anything of the true nature of our relationship.

I followed her lead. "It's good to see you, too. I wasn't doing much of anything at home so it's no trouble to come over."

"This is my friend, Mrs. Roberts." she said, gesturing the woman sitting next to her. "And this is Joe, the wonderful young man I was telling you about."

"Nice to meet you, Joe, she is so formal sometimes, "she said with a dismissive wave at Mrs. J., "you can call me Lori."

"It's nice to meet you, too, Lori. I live a few houses down the street, tell me, how do you two know each other?" I asked, wondering what the hell was really going on here.

They looked at each other for a moment and then started to talk over each other. Lori deferred to Mrs. J who said quickly, "We're in a sort of, club, together, we share many common interests."

Ok, I thought. That was vague, a bit evasive.

"Where are my manners?" Mrs. J exclaimed, "Would like a drink, Joe? Please, sit down, join the conversation."

"Thank you, a beer would be great if you have it." I said, sitting down on a nearby chair.

Mrs. J stood up, and said, "Be right back." and headed to the kitchen door.

Lori sat back and looked me over, a big smile on her face. "So, I hear you've been working hard in the garden here. Are your services available for hire or is she keeping you for herself?"

Not sure of what she knew, I ignored the possible innuendos and played it straight. "I'm just home from college for the summer. I wasn't even looking for work. I was thinking I'd just hang out with friends, maybe see if my old girlfriend was around. "

"Oooh, old girlfriend!" she exclaimed. "No new girlfriend to hang out with?"

"No, no one knew but I've only been home a week. And we didn't break up or anything, we just went to different schools, and we haven't kept in touch." I stuck to the story.

Mrs. J returned with my beer. "So, what are we talking about?"

Lori quickly jumped in "Girlfriends!"

"You don't waste time, do you Lori? Straight to the good stuff." she chided her friend. "What'd you get out of him?" she said to her but looking directly at me.

"No one new. He claims he hasn't had time to find one yet. But he's just hanging around the house? What's up with that? "Lori quickly shared and then added, "And he wants to hook up with the old one."

I just looked down at my beer.

"Really?" Mrs. J replied and let that hang in the air for a moment. "Well, he hasn't had much time, I must admit, I've kept him pretty busy and I'm sure he's gone home exhausted." she explained.

"I haven't met the old girlfriend. She must be a lucky girl to have such a hold on him." she added.

Anxious to change subject, I said "So, enough about my love life. I heard something about settling a bet?"

They looked at each other and then back at me. "Yes!" they said in unison.

Mrs. J spoke up first. "She doesn't believe me. I tried to convince her, but I couldn't. And I had no proof so you just going to have to show her yourself."

Lori just smiled.

"Excuse me, did I miss something?" I said.

Silence. Another glance at each other and back to me. They both giggled and then Lori said, "go on."

"Ok, already." Mrs. J said to her friend and turned to me. "You know how girls are. We talk. We share everything. I told her about you and your... oh hell, your monster cum shots. "She blurted out. "I told her all about what you did with the old girlfriend and what you and I have been up to. And she doesn't believe me. She thinks I'm exaggerating."

"A lot" Lori quickly added.

I sat there in disbelief for a moment.

"I'm sorry, Joe. I know I probably shouldn't be talking about you like that." Mrs. J said softly. "But you really should be proud. It sounds a little weird but it's a gift, you should share it."

"Yeah, ok. I suppose you're right. Still a little shocked you were talking about it." I said, slowly, processing my thoughts.

"So, will you show her?" she asked.

"Yeah, ok. I guess so. But you just want me to jerk off right here, right now?" I asked.

"Oh, no, Joe. That doesn't seem right or fair to you, does it?" She replied.

"I guess you could blow me, and she could watch." I suggested. "A little weird but ok."

"Well, not as weird as you might think, but no, I thought, no, WE thought she should do it herself, if you're ok with it, of course."

Having had a few moments to get used to the idea, I said "Yeah, that'll work. And what are you going to do?"

"Oh, I'm going to watch every second. That is, if I can stop myself from joining in." she said with a wink.

Lori stood up, stepped over to me, dropped to her knees and began gently rubbing my cock through my pants. Mrs. J pulled her lounge chair over to get a better view.

I looked down and said, "I don't exactly what she told you, but I don't blame you for being skeptical. It does sound unbelievable, but it's the truth. And I should warn you, I haven't come since the last time we did it."

I looked over at Mrs. J and said, "I was saving it up for you."

"I'm honored, I guess." Mrs. said, "or maybe I should be glad you're not going to be aiming that cannon at me this time."

Lori moved her hands inside my shorts, she was now holding my dick with her bare hands, and I was fully erect.

"Nice." She said quietly.

Mrs. J got up, said, "Keep going, but not too fast. I need to get something; I'll be right back." and she quickly went into the house.

Lori unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my pants and unzipped my fly. I got the sense she was in a little bit of a hurry. "Let's get these off before we get too far along."

I kicked off my shoes, stood up and pushed my shorts and boxers to the ground and kicked them off.

I sat back down, legs spread wide, and Lori began to get to work on me. Mrs. J returned with a dildo and sat back down to watch the show.

Lori wasn't a dramatic seductress like Mrs. J. She was all business, and I could tell she worked on her skills. In moments, she had me hard as steel. She applied serious suction, and her tongue had a roughness to it and swirled like a tornado.

I looked over to see Mrs. J had removed her bikini and was busily fingering herself.

Lori moved over to a lounge chair, laid down on it with her head hanging off the side and said, "Come here and fuck my throat." I did as she asked. I knelt down, inserted my cock into her waiting mouth and straight into her throat. This was a new one for me. She nodded and grabbed my thighs and moved me back and forth. I got the idea and began to thrust gently at first and then with her urging hands, increased my tempo and range of motion. In moments, I was fully plunging my entire length in and out of her mouth. I could see her throat bulge and contract with every stroke. Her face was completely covered with the thick saliva my cock was drawing out of her throat and she was breathing hard, like she was doing a serious cardio workout.

After a few minutes, she pushed me back and rolled over on to her hands and knees and beckoned me back to her mouth. She took me in, and I resumed face fucking her this way, holding onto her head and thrusting my hips into her. The spit that was on her face and my cock and balls was now dripping all over the ground. I was getting close to coming and pulled back.

Mrs. J had been watching everything, slowly pumping the dildo in and out of her pussy. She got up and stepped over to me while Lori caught her breath. She stroked my cock and leaned in close and began kissing me. She whispered, "Don't come until I tell you. You'll know. And don't warn her. Just let it go and completely drown her. "

I was sort of shocked at her suggestion but given Lori's evident skill, she'd be able to handle it.

Mrs. J sat back down on her lounge chair, and said "He's getting close, Lori. Where do you want it? Last time he came, I diddled his cute asshole and milked him right onto the bed so I could see the load for myself. Every other time, he pumped a lot of it inside me, and some on me."

I corrected her. "Not exactly, that amazing morning blowjob went entirely down your throat. You didn't spill a drop."

"I stand corrected." She replied. "So, what's it going to be?"

"I was thinking I'd use him like a garden hose and spray it all over you sitting there watching with your twat full of your fingers." Lori suggested, throwing a playful jab at her friend.

"Sounds fun," Mrs. J responded. "I'd suggest a well-placed finger will increase the distance."

"Good idea." Lori said, "You like a little assplay, do you?"

I gave her a shrug.

She resumed her assault on my cock, alternating between a swirling tongue with a firm jerking and the most impressive deep throating I'd experienced. Her other hand found its way to my ass and a finger into my hole. Despite my efforts to hold off, she was bringing me closer by the minute. I looked over at Mrs. J. She shook her head. I doubled my resolve to hold out.

Lori was growing tired; she'd been working on me for a good 30 minutes and she'd worked up a good sweat. "You've definitely helped him... get good control...over his body." Lori said to Mrs. J between the plunges of my cock to the back of her throat.

"Yes, dear, he's a good learner. College boy and all that." she replied. "Best of all, he won't come 7ntil I tell him to."

I was getting closer, and Mrs. J knew it.

Looking straight at me, Mrs. J pulled the dildo out of her pussy and slowly stuffed it down her throat. She pulled it back out slowly and holding it just above her lips, she squeezed the balls which caused it to spew a huge, thick wad of sticky white goo all over her mouth and face. As she let it ooze, she winked at me.

I let Lori take me deep into her throat, I grabbed hold of her ponytail and without even a moan, I let my orgasm overtake me and fired the first round down her throat. Her eyes popped open wide as I pulled her head back and let the next several ropes flood her mouth, causing her to cough and sputter. I pulled her back further, I grabbed hold of my cock with the other hand and painted her face, spewing rope after rope straight up her face, a series of thick, messy crisscrossing ribbons. It was dripping from her eyebrows, pooling on her eyelashes, dripping off her nose and lips. I wasn't quite done so I grabbed her tits and pumped the last remaining bits onto her chest and neck.

Mrs. J, her face still covered in goo, said, "Still don't believe me?" while I dragged my slowly fading cock across the mess of her face.

Lori sat back on her haunches, said "You fucker. You told him to do that."

"I did. But I knew you could handle it. "Mrs. J laughed. "He's done it to me twice now, but I knew it was coming and to be honest, I think you got a bigger load and he's gotten better at where he puts it. "

Our post orgasm reverie was suddenly shattered.

"What the fuck is going on here?! What are you doing, Joe?" I heard someone shout. I looked up from Lori's cum covered face to see my mother standing at the gate, in a state of shock. From where she was standing, all she could see was her son, standing there naked, his dick in his hand and a woman kneeling in front of him and someone else in a lounge chair facing them

When she spoke, all three of us looked over to see who was speaking. Lori and Mrs. J's faces were both still covered in cum. My mother saw them both, and said, "Oh, shit. Not you, too." and turned around and ran out the door, leaving the gate open.

Lori, Mrs. J and I all exchanged glances, though we all had wildly different expressions on our face. Mrs. J had a little smirk, Lori was a bit embarrassed, and I was totally horrified. I quickly made my apologies, to Lori for dumping a huge load of cum on her and Mrs. J for the intrusion of my mother into her yard and my now sudden departure. I pulled my clothes on as fast as possible, grabbed my shoes and ran to the gate. By the time I got there, my mother was long gone.

I put on my shoes and walked home, fearing the worst. I walked in to find my mother sitting at the kitchen table, fuming in anger. Before I could even say anything, she started.

"You want to tell me what the fuck I just saw there?" she said, her voice low and wavering, the rage simmering behind it.

"Three consenting adults engaged in sexual activity?" I said, trying to defend myself without being graphic.

"I think I saw a young man, my son, standing there with his cock in his hand and two grown women completely covered in his cum. You want to tell me something different?" She snapped back, not mincing words.

I was a little shocked to her direct and graphic response.

"Well, sort of... one on them wasn't my cum." I stupidly responded, as if that would make the situation better.

"Oh, my mistake." She responded sarcastically. "What the hell was she covered in, yogurt?"

"To be honest, I don't know." I said, leaving off that I thought it looked amazing. "What the hell were you doing there in the first place?" I asked, trying to get the upper hand in the attacks.

"I came looking for you to see if you'd be home for dinner. I called, I rang the doorbell, no one answered." She explained.

"So, you just walked into the backyard" I responded.

"I don't know. I didn't expect to walk into a bukkake show." She snapped. I was surprised she even knew that term.

"I'm 19, almost 20, and I'm not a virgin. I'm in college now, you know. I'm not a little boy. You met Chele last year; you knew I was having sex." I said, again trying to defend myself.

"Yes, I know, but those women are more than twice your age. At least one of them is. I have no idea about the other." She whined; her anger was fading as we got further from the immediate shock of the moment.

"Mom, I'm sorry you walked into that. But you shouldn't have been there. That's not my fault." I said softly, trying to further calm the situation.

"I know. Can you tell me what was going on there? Why was my son naked with 2 women?" She asked.

"This is going to sound a little weird, but I was settling a bet." I replied.

"What the fuck kind of bet involves you coming all over someone?" She continued to press for an actual explanation that I was trying to avoid. "Is that what she meant on the phone?"

"I'm not really comfortable talking about this with my mother." I tried to wheedle out of it. "Are you sure you really need to know?"

"Too damn bad, Joe. Yes, I want to know and you're going to tell me. Now." She insisted.

"OK. I'll tell you. But it's complicated." I continued trying to deflect the attention from the graphic details.

"I'm sure it is. Let's start with the bet. What bet?" She didn't skip a beat.

"It wasn't bet exactly. It was more a matter of proving something." I offered.

"Proving what?" She snapped back. I was stuck, I was going to have to just say it and see what happens.

"How much I can come. Lori, that was the girl, she didn't believe Mrs. J." I started.

"Why the hell was that something to dispute, and how the fuck did Mrs. Johnson have an opinion about it in the first place?" She rattled off the questions. She was not going to be distracted.

"Because I come a lot. Like a whole lot. More than anyone else. And Mrs. Johnson knew because she's seen it." I said as quickly as I could.

"She's seen it? How? When?" She immediately asked. I thought it was a little odd that she skipped the part about how much.

"We've been having sex for about a week now." I confessed.

"You said you were working in her yard. Was that a lie?" She accused me.

"No, that's the truth. Well sort of. I did work in her yard one day. And we had sex a few times after that." I offered, it wasn't sounding quite as bad... and I was hoping to avoid any more details.