When the gifts were all opened, the Sobels and Kelly went back into the kitchen to dig into the pumpkin, cherry, pecan, and French silk chocolate pies that Flora had left. The housekeepers gifts, both new equipment for caring for the house and true gifts and gift cards she could enjoy when she was not working, had been left under the tree, and they would celebrate again later in the week, when she returned. Sharon had asked about the other gifts under the tree, and the kids had shrugged, saying only that they had some presents for 'friends.'
While they were haggling over who got to cut and who got to choose what pie pieces, she slipped back into the tree, picking up her new camera in case anyone asked what she was up to. She was not surprised to see 'Z' scrawled on one of the packages, with Scott's angular handwriting. Seeing the same initial in Catherine's elegant cursive though, left Sharon unsettled. She bit her lip, wondering if it could be jealousy she was feeling. Mentally scolding herself, she silently insisted it was only concern over what kind of boy he was... she had first hand knowledge, after all. Of course, she could not very well say, 'Honey, you shouldn't date him... he is cruel and dominating and demanding during sex.' Shivering, and embarrassed at the way her clit sparked at the thought of the big high school senior, Sharon returned to the festivities, wondering how she could put a roadblock between Zeke and her daughter.
After everyone had eaten and the gifts had been packed away to respective rooms, the wrapping stuffed into a pair of garbage bags that Chris had set in the garage by the trashcan, Sharon expected they would enjoy a lazy day snacking and watching television. She was surprised when Catherine and Scott came in, asking if they could see a movie. Kelly and Catherine wanted to see 'How Do You Know' which Scott panned as being another 'Sweet Home Alabama' the blonde actress bedding several men and choosing among the best of them. He wanted to see True Grit, instead, the western remake that made both girls wrinkle their nose in distaste. Chris suggested Tron Legacy, which he insisted the kids would like, too. Looking at the offerings, Sharon suggested Gulliver's Travels, which made everyone else laugh, the kids reminding her they weren't really kids any more.
They settled on the 1:15 showing of the third installment of the DeNiro Stiller vehicle, 'Little Fockers.' Piling into Sharon's Range Rover, the family laughed and listened to the Christmas carols playing on every station as Chris drove to the nearby multiplex. Sharon barely registered that Chris had said they were meeting friends until she saw Trevor and several other young men standing out front of the theater. There was a mix of letter jackets, and she guessed that the game had jump started several friendships. Several of the young men had little girls fawning over them, she noticed, embarrassed at how her body had responded, seeing the big football player. Leaning over, she wrapped her arms through Chris', smiling up at him, telling herself nothing strange would happen.
When she found out that Chris' friends were not all seeing the Fockers, anyway, but several of the movies, all of which started within a few minutes of one another, she was relieved and yet slightly disappointed. Trevor had barely glanced her way, and while she had been happy he would not try to get her to have sex with all of the other assembled boys with her family right there, there was the undeniable bit of arousal at just the thought of it.
Chris got their tickets while she and the kids loaded up on popcorn tubs and enormous glasses of soda. She was a little surprised at how busy the theater was, but vaguely remembered reading somewhere that many families took advantage of the day together and with most stores closed to see a film together. The trailers ran, and Sharon managed to forget about the other people in the theater as she held Chris' hand. The more... adult moment of the movie struck a little too close to home, and she leaned over, whispering, "I'm glad we didn't try to do that at home." Chris chuckled, and was busy enough watching the screen he did not see as Sharon's eyes glazed , the housewife remembering what had happened in the hospital bathroom. By the time she shook herself back to the present, she had missed a significant part of the film, and she was so wet she was surprised everyone around them could not detect the scent of her arousal. Her clit was sparking steadily, and after squirming in her seat, unsuccessfully trying to ignore it, she knew she had to take care of it. For a moment she considered pulling her husband's hand to her needing crotch, but reasoned he would be too surprised, and worried about whether she could keep from screaming if he did begin to finger her there in the theater. She leaned over to Chris.
"That pop went right through me," she whispered, "I'm going to the bathroom." Chris nodded, fixated on the beautiful brunette nearly throwing herself at Ben Stiller. Sharon got out of her seat, managing not to press her hand against her wanting sex as she hurried out of the dark theater. Kelly and her daughter made no move to join her, although she saw Kelly, who glanced away long enough to wink at her fellow BZ Bitch and lesbian lover. The casual intimacy, right there by the rest of her family, spurred Sharon's arousal.
The bathrooms were a distance away along either end of the long corridor, the nearer sign opposite the theater entrance and concession stand. Sharon hurried, aware that she had not been lying entirely to Chris-- she needed to pee as well as cum. As she neared the open doors for the bathrooms, though, the door to the nearest theater opened and Zeke stepped out, smiling at her as if he had somehow known she was coming. Sharon blinked in surprise, looking around to find with a mixture of relief and anxiety that the corridor was otherwise empty. He clit sparked, TWANG.
"Need something?" the big football player taunted her. Sharon took a halting step toward the bathroom. "You know," he continued, maneuvering alongside of her, and then between her and the bathroom, "I'm still hot from that show you put on in the basement yesterday." It seemed to Sharon he must be shouting. She looked around again, then glared at young man barely older than her son.
"I can't do that here," she hissed, "We'll get caught. I'm not going in the men's room, Trevor." And yet, her body was nearly screaming for her to simply bend over and let him take her there in the corridor. "You'll get in trouble if you go into the ladies' room." He shrugged damnably cocksure.
"Well, it might be worth it, or don't you remember, Mrs. Sobel?" he said, and smiled more broadly when Sharon blushed although admitting nothing. "I'll take that as a yes... In fact, you look like you're just about desperate. I bet," he adjusted himself suggestively, "If I pulled it out you'd blow me right here." Sharon barely restrained her whimper, aware that he was most likely right. She needed to cum so badly she could barely think straight. "I mean, seemed okay fucking in your basement yesterday..." He laughed at the way the helpless white housewife's body spasmed. She was good and hooked, all right. And she was hot as hell, so he was happy Dave had given him Kelly's cell number. The little brunette was going to be fun, too, but he wanted to play more with this hottie... He had already told Dave he would soon enough be able to compare mother and daughter. He caught her elbow, "I think we can find a solution, though."
Sharon let the strong young man guide her through the door between the bathrooms, labeled 'family.' She had never paid attention to it before, her kids have been old enough to go on their own before such rooms had come into vogue. He smiled as she took in the small space... a toilet with room to maneuver a wheelchair, a sink and mirror, and on the opposite wall a baby changing station, harshly lit by fluorescent bulbs, the speckled tile floor designed to hide stains. It was nicer than the hospital bathroom, she thought absently, that memory spurring her arousal. She knew they had to act quickly if this was going to happen; she wished she knew how much of the movie was left.
Without thinking about it, Sharon dropped into her working mode. She made sure the door was locked-- remembering that Donnie had not bothered with that, she had already adopted that simple protection. Turning, she found Trevor leaning against the sink, smirking at her. Though she was angry at his attitude, Sharon was also too hot to really argue. She dropped to her knees in front of him, deftly fishing his already semi-erect cock from his jeans, and plunging her mouth down on him, sucking hungrily and bobbing her head as well.
"Yeah, slut," Trevor patted her head, then let her keep working, his camera phone recording a great POV segment of his cock pumping in and out of her lips, "Guess you were pretty hot after all." Sharon did not respond, working him eagerly, her own need buzzing in her senses, amplified as she reached into her new track pants and began to finger her dripping sex. The need to have feel Trevor inside of her was intense, and she whined her need when he pulled her up by the hair a moment later, turning her away, the movement pulling his rigid cock from her mouth.
"Grab the sink," he demanded, barely waiting as Sharon pushed the pants and her thong down before he moved up behind her. She expected him to spear into her... welcomed it, really. Instead, the muscular high school senior slipped his erection over her swollen, wanting sex, the crown of the bulbous tip brushing her clit as he pressed his hips against her bare ass, teasing her instead. Sharon twitched her hips, trying unsuccessfully to shift him inside of her sex. "Mmm," Trevor teased, leaning down to nip at the back of Sharon's neck, "So you want this, then?" Sharon nodded her head, bracing against the sink and pushing back, tilting her pelvis, desperate to feel him inside of her. He did not relent, teasing back and forth, pausing so she would think he was going to take her, then slipping past her drooling opening again and again. Then he backed up, until the heavy head of his cock was barely teasing against her thrusting bottom. "I didn't hear you," he said, while trying to hold his camera phone steady, catching the agonized arousal of the beautiful housewife in the mirror.
