Jacobson's Mom

Hi there! It's Becca. I know it's been awhile since I last posted anything, but I'm finally back with a new story. I wish I had some valid excuse for this extended layoff, but I don't, so I won't even bother trying to justify it. :P

But I will say, it feels great to be back and sharing my writing with you all once again!

So this tale is actually going to be a spin-off from my very first submission, Dormant Desires. And while this story does pick up exactly where DD concluded, I wanted to stress that everything in Jacobson's Mom is absolutely, positively, 100% fiction. None of this happened to me in real life, in any way, but feel free to use the contents of this story as a small window into the mindset of this ever-horny, middle-aged divorcee.

And then one last thing before we begin. Like Dormant Desires, this story is going to be three parts long. It's also going to follow a similar arc, where this first entry is all about setting the stage, and then the action starts to pick up in the second, and then it really reaches a crescendo in the third and final part. And I promise, I will do my best to have the subsequent parts out in a timely manner!

So without further ado, here it is...

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Jacobson's Mom * Part 1 of 3

Wow. What a night. I'll tell you one thing though, I am exhausted. Even though I did sleep well on that tiny, dorm-room cot, last night was such an overwhelming experience, my body is still physically recovering from it all. And boy, I cannot wait to get home so I can take a long, peaceful, Saturday morning nap in my own bed.

But as I shift my car's transmission from park to drive, I realize I can't pull out of my parking spot because there's someone blocking my path. It appears to be a young college student who's just finished an early morning run, and now he's cooling off by walking around in small circles in the middle of the street.

I'm a little annoyed, but as I'm about to tap my horn to alert him, I realize something. Holy shit, I know this boy! Or at least I think I do. He definitely looks familiar, and so I assume he must be from the dorm last night, right? Yeah, I'm pretty sure he is. Although to be fair, everything about my last 12 hours is kind of a blur.

It's obviously not one of the four boys I ended up having sex with. Not only are those guys all still asleep I assume, but I definitely would recognize them. It's also not Brad, that nervous virgin from last night who couldn't make up his mind as to whether he wanted to stay and partake in all of the carnal activities. Brad was a little bigger, kind of chubby almost, and this kid is definitely on the smaller side, and not very tall either. He is quite sweaty though!

Oh wait! I know who it is! It's that boy who ran out of the room in a panic, before we even got to Brad's dilemma. What was his name? It's Jack I think. Yeah, Jack. It's definitely him!

Oh my god, I need to say hello! Even if it's just for a second. This kid really is quite cute, though. He's got curly, light brown hair, and while he's super short, like probably only 5'6" or so, that just makes him even more of a cutie. He has an adorable baby face, and while I really didn't interact that much with him last night, I can safely say he has the youngest look of any of the boys I've seen here.

And shit, I just remembered the whole reason he left the dorm room last night! Supposedly, at least according to his friends, they thought he came in his pants while he was watching that Ethan boy finger me, before everything else went down. Holy fuck, I wonder if that's actually what happened?!? I have to find out. Although, I probably shouldn't just come out and ask him, as I don't want to embarrass the poor kid. Either way, I am definitely going to say hello.

I shift my car back into park and open the driver side door to get out. As I do, I see Jack get a little startled and apologetically put a hand up in my direction.

Jack (while looking bright red from his run and still panting a little): "Oh, I'm so sorry! I didn't realize someone was there waiting to pull out."

Me (standing up now and facing Jack): "It's no problem at all, but hey..."

As I say this, I see in this boy's face that while he didn't initially realize who I was, now it dawns on him.

Jack (quietly): "Oh shit."

Me (cheerfully): "I thought I recognized you! I know you from the dorm last night, right? When we were all hanging out in Chris and Ethan's room?"

Jack looks quite stunned to be honest, and can only muster up a small nod in response.

Me: "It's Jack, right?"

Jack (after a brief pause): "Yeah... well, no. My name's Jacob, but yeah, I was in the room."

Shit. I'm an idiot. Yeah it's Jake, not Jack.

Me (quickly): "Oh shit, yeah Jacob. Or Jake, right? Your friends were calling you both, I think? So sorry, I'm still a little hazy on some of the details of last night. It was kinda crazy, ha."

I purposefully allude to all the fun Jake missed out on by bolting from the room, but the young, sweaty boy doesn't seem to respond. In fact, I think he might still be in shock that he ran into me this morning.

Me (sticking my hand out): "I'm Becca. Nice to meet you, again."

Jake (with a nervous laugh while shaking my hand): "Yeah, nice to meet you too, Becca."

Me: "So is it okay if I call you Jake? I kinda have a thing for nicknames, but I can also call you Jacob if you'd prefer I use your formal name, since you know, we don't actually know each other that well."

Oh god, I'm kind of rambling here. Why am I so nervous? Part of it must be how genuinely exhausted I am, and it's making me borderline delirious. But I also think it's because all I can think about is whether this sweet, baby-faced college boy actually did blow his load into his shorts last night because of me. I had all but forgotten this kid existed, and now I'm obsessed with finding out what happened!

Jake (no longer seeming as out of breath now): "Sure, you can call me Jake."

Jake (kind of squinting as the early morning sun is getting brighter): "Jacob's not even my real name, but it's how I always introduce myself. My actual name is Jacobson, but it's such an odd name that I never really use it."

Me: "Oh weird. Yeah, I've never heard of that as a first name before. Why did your parents choose that?"

Jake: "It was just my mom. I never knew my father."

Me (surprised at this revelation for some reason): "Oh. Sorry to hear that."

I wonder what the back story is there.

Jake (matter of factly): "Eh, it is what it is. But yeah, my mom claims she wanted to give me a distinguished first name, and for whatever reason that's what she came up with."

Me (chuckling): "Okay, well good for her, but I think I'll stick with calling you Jake, though."

Jake (starting to loosen up it seems): "Sounds good. Yeah, she's literally the only person on earth that calls me Jacobson."

Jake (after taking a glance up at their dorm, and then back at me): "So you're just leaving now? You spent the night here??"

Me (with a mischievous grin): "Yeah I did. I hope that's okay?"

Jake (still a little red in the face from his run): "Yeah of course. No judgement here. Was just curious is all."

Me: "How about you? Why are you out running so early? What sport do you play?"

Jake (laughs): "Oh I'm not an athlete like the rest of those guys. I'm just trying to get in shape for the first time in... well... basically my whole life? Ha."

Me (genuinely surprised): "Oh wow, it seemed like everyone in that room last night was some sort of athlete. That's great you're getting into shape though!"

Jake (holding out his left hand with fingers spread): "Yeah, I've found that having tiny hands can be quite the detriment on the athletic fields."

Ha. His hands really are tiny! I instinctively put my right hand up against his left, and my fingers extend about a half inch beyond his. Holy shit. I'm used to having smaller hands than pretty much any other full-grown adult, so seeing anyone, let alone a male, with smaller hands than me is pretty crazy.

Even more noteworthy though is that this is the first instance of physical contact between the two of us, and as we press our palms together, one thing becomes abundantly clear in my mind.

I really, really want to fuck the shit out of this adorable, little curly-haired freshman boy. I also still want to find out if he actually came in his pants last night, but there's no doubt that both things are true. Although, I think they also might be related? Is it possible that part of the reason I actually want to fuck him is because he so innocently and pathetically couldn't control himself last night?

Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with me? I just got laid by four different freshman boys, and even though their young sperm is still actively making their way through my fallopian tubes as I speak, I've already moved on and started fantasizing about my next 18-year-old conquest?

Becca, get a fucking grip! Ooh that reminds me though, I definitely need to stop at a pharmacy on my way home to pick up a Plan B pill. And it's probably better to go to one around here, rather than my normal CVS by my house.

Anyhoo, As Jake and I continue to press our hands together, I look right into his eyes and give him a big smile. However, he then gets a little bit of a serious look on his face, as he drops his hand back down.

Jake (much more quietly than he was speaking before): "So did you... like do stuff with everyone last night?"

Ha. Awesome. I love this question. It's on like Donkey Kong.

Before answering, I briefly look up and down the street, confirming there's not a soul in sight of the two of us, let alone in earshot. It's not that surprising, considering it's not even 6:30 yet on a Saturday morning.

Me (matter of factly, and speaking at a normal volume): "Yep. Well not everyone stayed, but in the end I think it was Chris, Ethan, Raj and Dave. And we all had a great time, I'd like to think."

Jake (with eyes wide open): "Oh wow."

I raise my eyebrows and subtly nod to confirm that yep, you certainly missed out on some fun, young Jacob.

Jake: "What about Brad? Did he stick around?"

Me (with a hint of genuine sadness): "No, unfortunately not. I guess Brad's a virgin? But anyway, he said the idea of losing his virginity in front of everyone was a little too intimidating. Which I can certainly understand."

Jake: "Yeah, makes sense."

I love that I'm recapping all of this with Jake right now.

Me: "Jake, can I ask you a question? And can you answer me honestly?"

Jake (after contemplating for a second): "Uh, sure."

Me (a little more quietly, out of respect for the inquiry): "Are you a virgin, too?"

Did you think I was going to ask him if he actually came in his pants? Ha. In due time... :P

Jake (after kind of bouncing his head back and forth in the air): "Uhhh... yeah, I am. Sorry. Is that bad?"

Uh, fuck no it's not! I was literally just having an epiphany walking out of this dorm 15 minutes ago, about how much of a fetish I seem to have for fucking virgin boys. It's something I just never came to realize, but apparently now is all I want. I probably need to downplay my excitement over his lack of sexual experience at least a little though, as I don't want to come across as too creepy.

Me (reassuringly): "Oh no, not at all. It's totally normal at your age."

Jake: "Well... it's not that normal."

I then realize I probably do need to clarify one important detail, even though I'm 99% sure it's fine.

Me: "Sorry if you already told me this last night, but you are 18, aren't you?"

Jake: "Yeah, I turned 18 back in June."

Me (with a joking scoff): "Yeah, so you're barely 18. And to be honest, you look like you could be 15."

Me (continuing): "Plenty of 18-year-olds are still virgins, and honestly with how innocent you look, I think people would be more surprised if you weren't a virgin. I swear it's no big deal."

Jake (looking appreciative): "Thanks."

To be honest, it is a little surprising to hear that Jake is still a virgin, simply because of how cute he is. Maybe it's a height thing? Or a confidence issue based on his height? Regardless though, the fact that he's inexperienced is such a huge fucking turn on in my book.

Okay, back to the task at hand.

Me: "I mean hey, look at your friend Brad. He's still a virgin. And Ethan too, he's all tall and handsome, and has that deep voice, and he was a virgin all the way until last night!"

Ha, in case it wasn't clear, I just not so subtly pointed out the fact that Ethan and I definitely had sex last night. I did leave out the part about Ethan having a massive cock, though!

And then I smirk.

Jake: "Holy shit. Are you serious? Did you have sex with all four of them?"

Me (with a stern look of faux offense): "Are you judging me?"

Jake (apologetically): "Oh, I'm so sorry. I swear I wasn't!"

Me (smiling now): "Relax, I'm just fucking with you. But yeah, I had sex with all four of them, and no joke, it was the most therapeutic night of my entire life."

Jake looks a little in shock from my revelation. Maybe he thought we all just made out or fooled around or something? Or maybe he assumed we did more than that but hearing me say it so matter-of-factly was just surprising to him?

Either way, I figure I've waited long enough, and now's the time to finally ask the question that's been on my mind since I stepped out of my car.

Me (while placing my hand on his shoulder): "So no bullshit, did you really come in your pants last night?"

Jake (startled by my question): "Whaaa??? Who told... how did... who told you that?!?"

Me (trying to be as sympathetic as possible, as I'm almost positive now based on his reaction that it's true): "It's okay. The guys said it when you left so quickly, but they were just being idiots."

Jake (trailing off at the end): "Well they don't know what happened..."

Me (100% sure now): "Jake. Jake. Look at me."

Jake, who had been looking down at the ground, returns to making eye contact with me.

Me (with both hands on his shoulders now): "I think it's super flattering, and unbelievably sexy, that I turned you on enough for that to happen."

Jake (quietly): "You do?"

Me (softly but emphatically): "Absolutely, I do."

Me (a little louder now): "And I just have one more question for you."

Jake (talking as close to me as we have this entire conversation): "What's that?"

Me (whispering into his ear): "Would you want to have sex with me? Because I would absolutely love to be your first."

As I pull back away from Jake's ear, he doesn't immediately answer me, which is a little surprising.

Jake (looking right into my eyes): "Do you know why I got so worked up last night, to the point where I had that happen?"

Me (extremely curious as to what he's about to say): "No. Why?"

Jake: "My whole life, I've always fantasized that my first time would be with someone like you. Someone around your age."

Me (with my eyes opened really wide): "Really?!?"

Jake (now seemingly in total control of this conversation somehow): "Yeah, really. I've never found girls my own age that attractive, and so seeing and knowing that Ethan was fingering you was just so overwhelming, that as soon as I accidentally brushed my crotch against the side of Chris's desk in there, it just set me off."

Me: "Oh my god, Jake. That is so fucking hot. Seriously."

I still have so many questions, though.

Me (inquisitively): "So did you come while you were in the room, finish into your underwear, and then leave because you had to clean yourself up?"

Jake (after taking a deep breath): "No, not exactly. I realized I was going to come, couldn't stop it. Panicked. Ran out of the room and then orgasmed into my khaki shorts while I was in the hallway. Thankfully no one else was out there."

Me (giggling): "That. Is. Awesome."

Jake (laughing now too): "Actually, it was a pretty awful orgasm. Probably the worst of my entire life."

Me (speaking really fast): "Oh my god, Jake. I wanna fuck you so badly. Is that weird? Is that bad?"

Jake (finally answering my question): "I would love to have sex with you, Becca."

Yes!!! Fuck yeah. I am so pumped. I can't believe it took me this long to realize what an extreme fetish I have for young, innocent, virgin boys, because I am so irrationally excited right now. And just look at this kid! He's the most adorable one yet! And he has a thing for older women?!? Talk about hitting the fucking jackpot.

Me: "I am so excited, but listen, is it okay if we don't do it right now? Like maybe we can meet up later this week instead?"

I mean, I really need to clean myself up. Badly. And get some rest as well. The bottom line is I'm sure we'd both appreciate it, if I had some time to recover from everything that happened last night.

Jake (chuckling at my over-the-top exuberance): "Sure, yeah, whenever you want."

Me (still so excited): "Okay, great."

Me (sticking my hand out): "Do you have your phone on you?"

Jake (pulling the insides of his pockets out of his running shorts as if to prove he's telling the truth): "Oh shit. Sorry, I don't."

Me (taking my iPhone out): "No biggie. Here, send yourself a text from my phone."

I open it up to my messages app, and then I click to create a new thread, before handing the phone to Jake.

Jake (so politely): "I'm just gonna text 'Hey' if that's okay."

Something about his sweet innocence just turns me on soooooo fucking much.

Me (while suggestively running my hand through his sweaty, curly hair): "That's perfect."

Jake (smiling bashfully at my initiation of physical contact): "Okay. All done. Here you go."

And then as Jake hands me back my iPhone, I take another quick glance up and down this sleepy college street. And once I confirm there's still nobody else around, I lean in and give my new 18-year-old friend a quick, close-mouthed peck on the lips. This makes both of us smile.

Me (as I start slowly backing away to head to my car): "I can't wait to continue this conversation when I get home!"

And with that, I get back into my car and finally pull out of my parking spot. As I depart, Jake gives me a small wave, and once I'm finally out of sight, I take a long, deep breath and then follow it with an audible exhale. Suffice to say, I am both very excited, but also a little nervous, about where this next adventure is going to take me.

Despite my preoccupied mind, I do remember to stop and pick up a Plan B pill on my way home. Once I arrive at my house, I take out my phone, turn it off silent mode, and leave it on the counter, just so I won't miss any text back from Jake. I'm so pathetic! But sure enough, shortly after noon I hear a ping, and it's a simple 'Hi Becca' message from Jacob. Yes! I am so pumped.

Our conversation starts out innocently enough, but during this time I start contemplating in my head about how, when, and where it would make sense for us to meet up to have sex. At first, I entertain the thought of heading back to campus and fucking young Jacob right there in his dorm room, but this is unappealing for a number of reasons.

First off, what if he has a roommate? Wouldn't we have to worry about him interrupting us? And secondly, what if I were to run into any of the other boys from last night? I feel like that would be kind of awkward, at least for me it would be. And then finally, and this is so dumb, but those dorm beds they have are terrible! Last night was amazing for so many reasons, but all of it would've been so much better had it taken place on a real bed with a real mattress. That's not too much to ask, is it? So you add all those reasons up, and the dorm is definitely a no-go.

I briefly consider the idea of getting a hotel room for our little rendezvous, but that just seems unnecessarily complex, and also expensive. So in the end, that just leaves one option left, and it's the clear and obvious choice. My bedroom.