I have been working on a series called
The Birth of a Size Queen
, and I came up with the idea of expanding one of the characters, Jack's mother, Gail. The next few stories in this series will be under this title, and it will be almost entirely bi-sexual in content. These chapters are necessary to continue the plot I've got in mind for the main story.
I've never done a story from a female POV and I wanted to try that as well. I hope that you enjoy it.
Hot Wife Tryout
JACK'S POV
Peter Barnes was my mother's date for tonight. He was in fact my mother's date almost every Saturday night. For the last year or 18 months, my mother has been much more active in the dating scene. Mr. Barnes was not the kind of guy that I saw my mother going for. A bit nerdish is the friendliest thing that I can say about him. But, especially after the discussion that I just had with my mother about my being gay or bi, I wasn't going to judge her dates. My mother didn't always spend the night with a guy, but if she did, it was always Mr. Barnes.
I opened the door and invited him in. "Hello Mr. Barnes. My mother is not quite ready yet. Come in and have a seat."
Mr. Barnes sat on the couch. "That's ok, Jack. Are you ready to head off to school?" I was going away to college in the fall.
I sat in a chair and felt the thong (Teresa's thong) in the crack of my ass. How do girls put up with these things? "Right now, I'm excited and nervous. I've never been away from home for more than a week."
"From what I've heard, you make friends easily. I think that you'll do just fine."
It took my mother 15 minutes before she relieved me from my torture. I really don't see what she sees in this guy. When she entered the room, she looked as hot as I've ever seen her. She was wearing a flowing dress and if I guess correctly, she was no longer wearing a bra. The most stunning thing was that she was wearing were her wedding rings. I cannot remember the last time that I saw those on her.
Mr. Barnes stood up, and my mother walked up and hugged him and gave him a peck on the cheek. "I'm sorry to keep you waiting Peter. Can you forgive me?"
GAIL'S POV
I loved evenings with Peter. Most of the guys that I go out with were "alphas". Guys like Tom Clark, my date from last night. My god, the things that guy does to me. Peter is more gentle. I enjoyed the way he treats me like a princess.
I spoke some with Jack before we left. He told me this afternoon that he is gay, well maybe bi. I told him that I don't care. I love him and who he sleeps with is his business, as long as he is safe and healthy and happy. Jack told me that he would be home by midnight, in case I made it home before him. If things go well, I'll be home much later than that.
When we walked out the door, I asked Peter where we were headed tonight. He gave me the name of a Tapas Bar that we like. It was in the lobby of a big hotel downtown. "Thank you. I love that place."
As Peter opened the car door for me, he said, "My god. I think that you look sexier each time that I see you."
I gave him a quick kiss with a little tongue. "Thank you, Peter."
Peter drove us downtown. I tried to keep up conversation with him, but my mind kept drifting back to our first date. It was at the same hotel, although we were in the restaurant that night.
Peter and I started dating (about once a month) 3 years ago. Peter was new to town, and he is the brother to a friend of mine. She asked if I would take him out for a night on the town. I was happy to do so.
On our first date, Peter apologized to me. He told me he was gay, and he hadn't come out to his family. He said that I was a beautiful woman, and if he ever thought about going straight, I'd be the first one he'd call.
"You mean that you've never had sex with a woman?"
Peter looked at me. "I tried. But I was always so quick triggered, I never made it to penetration. After the second time it happened, I never tried again."
I was astounded. I knew that Peter had to be embarrassed when it happened, and to admit that to me. "Who have you told about this besides me?"
"My Dr., and I went to a counselor for a while, but other than them, you are the only one."
"But then, why me?" I glanced around to make sure no-one was listening in.
"Because, truthfully you are so beautiful, I would really like to try again. I'm just afraid to ask."
I saw our waitress and waved her over. "Could you make our dinner to go and bring the bill now?"
"Yes ma'am."
She turned and walked towards the kitchen. I said to Peter, "Go to the desk and get us a room. You've got my cell number. If I haven't joined you at the counter, text me the room number and I'll be up with the food in a bit."
Peter just stared at me. "Are you serious?"
I nodded, then said, "When was the last time you had a blowjob from a woman?"
"Never."
"Tonight is going to be your first then."
"But ..."
"But nothing. Go get us a room. We're doing this."
"Fuck. Where did my sister find you?" Peter got up and went out to the front desk.
The waitress returned with the check, and I gave her my credit card. This is going to put a dent in my budget for this month, but this situation has got me horny as fuck. I have never had an opportunity to try and fuck a guy straight.
It didn't work, but it wasn't for the lack of trying. Peter wasn't kidding about his quick trigger. I got him hard 4 different times. On the fourth try, he actually penetrated for the first few inches before blasting off. The thing is, Peter has a nice dick. 7 inches and some decent thickness. Just that quick trigger.
When I got into the room, I set the food down and walked up to Peter. I placed his hands on my breasts. He came. What can I say. They're real, and they're magnificent.
"I'm sorry. I should have let you take your pants off first. Take the rest of your clothes off. I'll set these out for laundry service. We'll have to spend the night." I sent a text to Jack apologizing to him and that I would not be home until sometime in the morning. If I'm not home, he'll be more comfortable jacking off to porn.
Jack replied with a thumbs up emoji.
When Peter took his shorts off, I could only shake my head. "Sweetheart, you should not deny the female population that body and that cock." It was only a little white lie. He really did have a trim body, shaved smooth. Even after blowing his load, his dick was 3 or 4 inches, and I could tell it was going to be thicker than average.
I called down to the desk and asked for someone to come up for laundry. I removed my dress, but left the bra and panties on.
I had Peter walk towards me, and I got down on my knees took his cock into my mouth. If nothing else, I could claim that I gave him his first blowjob from a female. When I took it out, I looked up at him and said, "I'll bet that I can get you hard again before they come up to get the laundry."
I won that bet. I had to remain partially clothed until they got the laundry. I thought maybe if I could just pull my panties aside, and sit on his cock. I'll prove to him that he can last at least until they came knocking on our door. I was wrong about that one. As I was lowering myself onto him, he came over my hand and my leg. Then came the knock on the door.
Peter said, "Sorry about that. I'll handle this." Peter got up and grabbed the laundry. He opened the door a crack and handed the laundry out. He said, "Ask them to keep it at the desk and I'll call for it in the morning."
All I heard was "Yes sir." It was a young, male voice. "Hold on." I ran to the door and spoke through the crack. I wasn't sure if he could see anything or not and I didn't care. I knew that kid had to be at least 18. "Could you ask them to send up a bottle of their least expensive champagne?"
"Yes ma'am. I'll return with it myself in 10 minutes, or less."
"Thank you."
I closed the door. I looked at Peter. He said, "Were you flashing him? What if he's not 18?"
I used to work part-time at this hotel. I explained to Peter that they don't send ANYONE up to the rooms that is not at least 18, preferably 21.
"So you were flashing him. I like it." Peter grabbed me and kissed my breasts. I removed the bra as quickly as I could so that he could work on the nipples. Future dates with Peter may need to be braless and pantyless. He started working on the nipples. Every once in a while, I would lift his face from my breast and kiss him. Then I would reach down and see if there was any progress below. Progress, yes, but not there yet. For a guy that had a tough time keeping it up, he wasn't having difficulties getting it up.
"Have you ever eaten a pussy?"
Peter looked at me. "Both times after I came, I offered to get them off with my mouth. I think one of them had an orgasm, or she was faking it."
"I don't fake. I'm going to teach you how to help any girl out. Do you enjoy sucking dicks?"
Peter said that he did.
"Just think of my clit as a little dick, except you can't attack it like a dick. You have to be more gentle. When I want you to go harder, I will let you know."
We were still standing in front of the door when someone knocked. I looked through the peephole and saw a young man with a cart. The champagne was in a bucket of ice. I opened the door, standing behind it while peeking around the corner, and invited the young man in. He rolled the cart in, and I closed the door. To get to the bedroom portion, he had to roll in about 15 feet. When he turned, he saw me with just my panties on. My nipples were standing at their full half-inch length because Peter had been sucking on them.
"Peter, honey. Do you have a 20 for the young man?"
Peter picked up on it right away. "Yes dear." He rushed to his wallet on one of the nightstands, which was around the corner from where I was standing. As he went past, the young man stepped aside and watched him. I saw him look down at Peter's once again hard 7 inches.
When he stepped aside, he turned, and I saw that he had a nice tent in his pants. This kid was packing. He looked at me and I thought I saw fear in his eyes. I just smiled.
Peter walked back into view and handed him the 20. Peter said, "Thank you, young man. That was great service."