Disclaimer: All characters mentioned are at least 18 years of age despite the story taking place in high school.
Author's Note: This is an ongoing anthology. I highly recommend that you read the previous chapters to fully enjoy this one. It will help establish context, but if you insist on starting with this chapter, here are some key points:
Early in his senior year, Scott discovered that he can foresee sexual encounters through premonitions that come with close proximity to his potential partners. He has found others with the same ability and learned to extend his powers to influence others and sense their emotional/sexual states.
Enjoy!
Chapter 12: Prom
Prom was two weeks away, and I was getting pressure to guarantee that Devin hosted an afterparty. It was my responsibility to fix the rift, even if no one blamed me for its creation. Devin knew that he held all the power, and he was wielding it with malice. None of our other friends could host, and no one wanted to go to another group's party.
When approached, Devin had rebuffed Malory, Alevia, and Marissa before they even got through the door. He voiced that he was not interested in a party, but the insinuation was the asshole was punishing everyone for the grudge that he held against me. If I were to bend the knee, he would host.
I told my friends that I wouldn't cave to the selfish twat. They retorted by pointing out that I had slept with his ex only hours after they broke up. While not a fair judgment, I agreed to swallow my pride and face Devin. I accepted the responsibility for ensuring the afterparty occurred. I reached out to Devin.
I arrived at his house unannounced on Saturday morning, one week before prom, supposing it would be best to conduct this parle face to face. I knew I was cutting it close, but this was an all-or-nothing venture.
His mom Conny answered the door, adorned in a charming yellow sundress. Her breasts unobstructedly undulated under the thin fabric. Her nipples were on conspicuous display. It took me a second to pry my eyes away and greet her.
"Hey Conny, is Devin here? I've finally worked up the courage to talk to him."
"You mean, everyone blames you, and you have no other choice?" Conny was not one to pull punches. "You just missed him. He went to an early showing with Virginia. He should be home in a couple of hours. You can come in and wait if you want."
She did not have to ask twice. I knew what the invitation involved. I could read the lust in her mind. She was horny when she opened the door and grew more aroused when she saw it was me. I took a minute to scan her senses, and for the first time, I was able to feel that her pussy was wet. Almost as if I was stretching out and touching it.
My powers kept growing more robust, but I still did not know what lay beyond their surface practices. Their shallow administrations were quite handy. Knowing when a woman was into me had proven remarkably useful, as was having insight into the sexual proclivities of my partners.
Influencing others was my most powerful skill, but I had held back on that recently. I still used it to nudge people in the direction they were hesitant to take. They would have gone down that route in time. I just made it less unpleasant. I resisted using it for anything more sinister.
Conny shared in these endowments. She had taught me much of what I know but had left me to figure out the rest myself. It had been gradual, but I was confident that I would be in control by the first day of college. Or so I wished. For now, there was no hiding anything from Conny. Nor did she try and conceal anything from me.
I had been looking forward to an encore ever since I hooked up with Conny the first time. I contemplated calling Jackie and seeing if she could join, but I figured I would be stingy and keep this encounter for myself.
As I follow Conny into her entryway, I reached my hand down and slipped it beneath the hem of her sundress. My fingers tenderly ran up the back of her leg until I grasped her solid cheek. It was the choicest ass of any mom in town, better even than those that did not have a graduating senior as a son.
As I cupped her butt, I confirmed that she was without panties. My fingers slid betwixt her cheeks as I squeezed. She felt hairless and soft. Presumably freshly waxed. I knew that her cunt would match. My cock grew at the thought. Not just of her uncovered pussy, but of it sliding across my corpulent lance.
I did not have to wait long as Conny led me to the dining room and sat me in a chair. Six months prior, I had received a lap dance from my former babysitter in this exact location. Today it was just Conny and me, but I predicted it would be just as agreeable.
I yanked my shirt over my head as Conny stooped in front of me, unfastening my pants and drawing them to the ground. My briefs promptly followed. I sat there unconcealed as I watched Conny rise to sway her hips.
Her sundress rippled with her movements. Spinning and snapping as she swirled and contorted her body. She raised her arms over her head. The hem came desperately close to revealing her ass to me. I resisted reaching out and sliding my hand beneath it. Patience would get me what I coveted.
Twisting to face me, Conny dropped her arms to her side before deliberately sliding them up the outside of her legs. She reached the fringe of the dress, seizing it and moving it with her. Her slit, hairless indeed, was swiftly displayed.
To my surprise, Conny did not remove the dress. Preferably, she stepped forward and settled upon my lap. Her supple lips saw their way to my pole. Dropping the dress, she slowly ground along my trunk, her freely flowing fluids glazing my member.
Tantalizingly, she laid her arms on either side of my face, supporting herself on the back of the chair. Pitching forward, her braless breasts pressed against my chin as she shimmied, her firm mammaries battering my jaw. I leaned in to absorb the full brunt of her attack.
Circling her hips, Conny lowered her mouth and smoothly kissed me. Surprised by the tenderness and caring behind it, I was slow to react. I had grown too used to nothing but passion and determination during my kisses. The slow pace was a welcome interlude.
Discovering my composure, I let my hands skate up Conny's back, pulling her tightly against me. Her muscular back felt reassuring and calming in my grip. She was simultaneously sexy and motherly.
I had spent almost as much time at her home as I had at my own. She had tended to my cuts and bruises, even comforted me when I was sick. She had been a second mother to me until she had slid me inside her six months ago.
A pseudo-incestual union had developed between us. I could tell her my predicaments and let her hold me in support, or I could let her fuck me like a wild beast. She was an unbridled mixture of both. Safe and secure. Horny and tempestuous.
Conny was rubbing her clit against the head of my cock. All I had to do was reach down and slide myself inside her. I wanted to do just that. I also wanted her to absorb my worries, to fix my problems with her son.
Her proud breasts compressed against my chest, the thin fabric doing little to separate us. I rolled my hips, trying to keep cadence with hers. My cock hunted for the pleasure and satisfaction that her pussy pledged. Warmth and shelter against the cold air of her dining room.
Conny was not willing to give it to me, not yet anyway. Her portal evaded the penetrative aspirations of my penis. The tease continued as my balls swelled, my cock pleaded for discharge, and precum merged with her lubricants.
My fingers skimmed from her powerful back to her uncovered shoulders. I massaged her traps, pulling her down, urging her groin upon mine. It did little to slow her circling, her slit continuing to evade my approaches.
I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, breaking our kiss. My lips settled on her neck, kissing their way from her jawline down to the strap of her dress. The pair of fragile strands kept the dress up, facilitating the sheer fabric to separate my naked chest from her prominent nipples.
Our naked loins rubbed against each other, but I wanted to feel all of her. I wanted skin-to-skin contact from head to toe, our unconcealed physiques interlocking as one. Principally, I ached to take her teat into my mouth.
I pulled a band out and over her shoulder, first the right, then the left. Her dress continued to be held high by the pressure of our bodies. I kissed my way down her chest. Conny leaned away from me, the dress dropping to her waist.
The cold air-conditioned environment caused her gorgeous motherly mammaries to contract. Goosebumps formed, and previously unnoticed hairs stood out from her skin. Her areolas and nipples were more salient than ever. My lips instantly found them.
I devoured Conny's pacifiers. They worked their magic on me. I forgot my effort to gain entrance to her most private space, alternately focusing on each of her mesmerizing knockers.
I planted my face into Conny as I yearned to stay there eternally. My fingers scratched down her back, pressing her against me. My ivories tantalized her, nibbling as I searched for something I was uncertain existed.
I wanted a font for my yearnings and insecurities. Something schoolgirls could not provide. No more sleeping around. I required someone like Conny or Mrs. Franklin. Then I would not need to uncork every ass and pussy I came across in search of contentment.
Right now, it was in front of me, yet still utterly unattainable. Older married women gave me what I needed, but I could only hold it in minuscule doses. I needed to find a more accessible source. Until I did, my dick would continue to lead the way, into and out of every willing vagina, commencing with Conny Costa's.
