April Fools Day Ch 02 Karen And Gerald

Part 2: Karen and Gerald

Karen Owens woke up Sunday morning feeling better than she had in years. She ignored her slumbering husband and went downstairs to make a pot of coffee. As she sat outside on the patio enjoying the beautiful spring morning, her loins quivered at the thought of Gerald and his 'lesson' last night. He may not be the most handsome kid in the school, in fact if she was honest with herself he was more plain than anything else, but what he had done to her last night hadn't happened since her college days.

She knew that it may have been the worst mistake of her life. But long denied feelings and desires had burst forth when she had seen that wonderful cock of his dangling down between his legs in the laundry room, and she could no longer deny them. The confrontation with her daughter was another moment worth smiling about. Jennifer had become a cocky bitch over the last few years, and her father had always taken her side. The sheer look of horror on Jennifer's face when Karen had told her what had happened between her and Gerald was nothing compared to the anger and rage that had burst forth when she had informed her of the video!

She had made it very clear to her daughter what would happen if she told her father or if she bothered Gerald in any way. Karen was no fool, and she knew exactly what buttons to push to elicit that muttered agreement from her daughter. However, she also knew that there was no way Jennifer was going to let this go. She would definitely be working on a way to get even.

Karen knew she was going to have tread carefully. Her first thought was to go out today and buy a new cell phone. The video that she had shot without Gerald noticing was safely tucked away on a flash drive, but she knew that a divorce attorney would have a field day with it. However, she had also made sure that Jennifer was well aware that a divorce would result in social disgrace for her, and her social standing was paramount to her daughter.

Karen was already missing how Gerald had made her feel last night. It was so nice to have a man (and despite anything her daughter said Karen was well aware that Gerald was a man) treat her the way she needed and wanted. Her husband had in the beginning, but that interest had waned over the years to where it was lucky if they had sex once a month! Karen was a sensual woman, and she needed that in her life. She walked back inside for another cup of coffee, already thinking about where to buy a new cell phone, for cash of course!

Gerald guessed he shouldn't have been surprised when the rumors started flying around the school. Jennifer was angry and she had never been one to keep her mouth shut. He did worry about it getting back to Mrs. Owens husband, but there was nothing he could really do about that.

He was also amazed at how different his perspective and attitude had changed around the school and around other people. His own parents had commented that he seemed much more mature. Gerald didn't dare tell them that it was due to a mature woman!

Gerald, being the social outcast, hadn't realized how well Mrs. Owens was known around the school. Being the mother of the head cheerleader had naturally meant that she was deeply involved in cheer activities. It also meant that most of the students and faculty knew her in one way or another. She was considered one of the hottest mothers among the parents, and most of the boys at the school considered her to be a total MILF. The coaching staff also agreed with that assessment. Jennifer's angry tirades had reached more than one set of interested ears!

He also noticed that other girls in the school were starting to notice him. He wasn't sure why, other than the rumors, but he did appreciate it. It would have shocked him to hear the rumors that he was more than able to satisfy a woman! But they were girls, giggly and immature, and all he had to do was think of Mrs. Owens standing in front of him without her dress on to instantly lose interest. What did shock him was that even some of the teachers were looking at him in a different way. He had always been popular among the faculty for being such a serious student, but now a few of the older teachers were looking at him in a way that reminded him of how Mrs. Owens had looked at him in the laundry room after seeing him for the first time. It actually made him uncomfortable, but not in a bad way, more in the way of not knowing exactly what to do or how to handle it.

Gerald had left Fifth period to use the bathroom. He was coming back when he was surprised to see Mrs. Owens walking down the hallway! She saw him and a smile broke out on her face without her realizing it, making Gerald feel wonderful. They both stopped in the hallway, keeping a few feet apart, despite both of them wanting to reach out to each other. Gerald admired the simple outfit Karen had on, a skirt and blouse combination, with the inevitable heels. Karen's heart (and pussy!) warmed at the way this young man admired her without ogling her. There was a subtle difference, a measure of respect, and it was obvious that Gerald knew the line.

"Hello...Gerald, isn't it?"

Gerald instantly realized that if anyone was listening, they needed to act like they barely knew each other. Karen's smile was enough to tell him how much she had missed him.

"Yes, ma'am. You're . . . you're Mrs. Owens, aren't you? Jennifer's mom?"

Karen was pleased that Gerald had instantly recognized the need to act like they were strangers. "Yes I am. I had to come over and meet with Jennifer's guidance counselor. I would wait for her until school was out but they have a cheer meeting until at least 5 PM." This statement was accompanied by a broad wink at Gerald, who instantly picked up on what she was saying.

"Oh. Okay, well it was nice to meet you." He winked at her, and that smile returned to Karen's face.

"Nice to meet you too, Gerald. I hope you have a good day."

"Oh, I think I'll have a great day after school!" Karen almost grinned as Gerald winked again and headed back to class.

Karen continued to smile despite the walk down to the counselor's office. Jennifer's guidance counselor had called, wanting a meeting to discuss Jennifer's behavior. She got there a few minutes later and was ushered into the office.

"Hello, Mrs. Owens."

"Hello, Ms. Fitzgerald." The lady behind the desk got up and they shook hands. Ms. Fitzgerald was an imposing woman, five foot ten in flats, a severe haircut, no makeup, and stocky. It was joked in the boys locker room that the only curve she had was the double chins under her neck. She was not popular among the student body, and was known to be very strict about everything, especially grades.

"I wanted to talk to you about Jennifer. Once again she's been cutting class and her grades have been slipping. I thought you and her father were going to have talk with her?"

"Well, her father and I did have a conversation with her ..." The meeting went on from there. These meetings were normal for both of them. Jennifer had become quite a hell-raiser since her sophomore year in high school. She had little patience for the tedium of school and academics, and was more than ready to get out on her own. She had already been accepted at a rather prestigious college, due to a rather large donation from her father, and just wanted high school to be over with. Ms. Fitzgerald didn't care about any of this, of course. The meeting ended as so many of the previous ones had, with a lame promise to talk to Jennifer once again.

Karen walked back out to her car unaware she was smiling from ear to ear. She could hardly wait until 3 PM. Gerald also had a hard time concentrating on his classwork for the last 90 minutes of the day. He was already semi-hard just thinking about Mrs. Owens and what was waiting for him, to the point that several girls noticed the bulge in his shorts! He was the first senior out of the parking lot that day.

Gerald reflected that it was still weird actually having a car. His mother and him had been scrimping by on the minimal salary from her job for so long that it had become second nature to not have any luxuries at all. However, an uncle had died and left his mother a brand new vehicle. That left them with two vehicles but still left the problem of insurance, which was not cheap for a high school student.

That problem had been solved by a company buyout. His mother's small company had been bought by a massive international corporation, resulting in a major transition for all the staff. She had gone from working for a small family business to a major corporation. That major corporation paid much better, and frankly his mother had been in shock when she had gotten her first paycheck and it was almost double what she had been making! He smiled to himself again. It seemed he'd been smiling a lot since April Fool's Day this year!

Gerald may have been socially naïve, but he was far from stupid. Reading mostly anything you can get your hands on, especially when you read well written novels and history rather than trashy romance or horror, teaches you quite a bit. Gerald couldn't remember the last time he'd seen a bookshelf in a store or private home without at least one book he'd read on it.

So he knew that it would be a very bad idea to park in Karen's driveway or even in front of her house. The last thing they needed was a nosy neighbor. He also realized it would be better to park about a block away, at the property line of two houses. Anyone who saw his car would assume it belonged to someone visiting the neighbors house. The neighbor's themselves would easily assume the visitor was inside the other house. He got out and walked the block over to Karen's house, looking carefully around to make sure no one was observing him. It was a typically quiet day in suburbia, a few cars moving but no people to be seen.

Gerald noticed the garage door was up and went in there. Here he was concealed from the street and any prying eyes. He knocked on the door, and a few minutes later Karen opened it, wearing a bathrobe and practically dragging him inside. Instantly they were in each other's arms, and their lips met, mouth's opening, tongue's dueling. Gerald ran his hands down her back across the silk of the robe. Before he could reach the hem, she broke the kiss and pushed him back.

"Oh, God, I've missed you!"

"I've missed you too, sweetheart!" The endearment came naturally, and Karen's smile showed she appreciated it. "Why are you wearing a robe? Did you just get out of the shower? Am I interrupting you?"

Her perfectly arranged dark hair argued against it, but Gerald was still confused, at least until Karen untied it!

"I was getting ready for you." she said, as the white silk robe dropped to the floor and Gerald beheld the full vision of her loveliness. Her long, dark hair was arranged in waves flowing down her back. Full gold hoop earrings dangled from each earlobe. Her makeup was perfectly applied, with light blue eye shadow, thick, long lashes, and just a hint of blush on both cheeks, accenting her high cheekbones. Her lipstick, slightly mussed after their passionate hello, was dark red. A thick gold necklace was hanging around her throat.

She was wearing a white corset, with her large breasts perfectly cupped in place. It accented her hourglass figure. She was wearing a garter belt, with carefully snapped nylons on both sides. A pair of white lace panties were over the garters. The white hose ran down to a pair of four inch white stiletto heels.

Gerald's mouth went dry, and if possible his dick, swollen from that first kiss, became even more rigid.

Karen saw the effect she had on him and giggled. She did a slow pirouette, shaking her tight ass at him. "I take it I meet with your approval?"

"Oh My God, you're beautiful!" Gerald's mind went blank, overwhelmed with lust, and he stepped forward. She held one hand up, perfectly manicured red nails on the end.

"Oh, no, not here. Come upstairs." At this point Gerald would have followed Karen anywhere, and he quickly stayed behind her as she went up the main staircase, admiring that tight ass as it swayed back and forth. They walked down the hall and went into the master bedroom. It was dark, drapes tightly closed and blinds down, and the furniture was dark oak. Gerald had eyes for only one thing, the king sized bed with the covers already turned down.

Gerald was both excited and nervous. "But -- Mrs. Owens -- this is - I mean isn't this where you and your husband sleep?" He had to admit it was giving him an erotic thrill for them to make love in her marital bed!

She walked over to him and drew him close, and they kissed each other, mouths quickly opening and tongues sparring. She ran one hand down his stomach and onto the bulge in his pants, tracing the outline of his hard cock through the denim of his jeans. "Yes, it is, and I want you to fuck this married woman in her own bed. I want to remember tonight and every night when I had a man who cared about me in this bed. I want to remember a man who cares about me rather than a boy who only cares about himself." She unbuttoned his jeans and then unzipped them, reaching into them and freeing his dick from its confinement.

Gerald almost gasped in pleasure when she again began to stroke his dick, making him even harder. He watched as her lightly tanned hand moved back and forth, seeing her dark red fingernails, feeling the slight chill of her wedding and engagement rings against the heat of his cock. This time he was more in control though, and Karen smiled when she saw him maintain that control.

"I'm glad to see you remember Saturday's lesson! Are you ready for another one?"

"Yes, Ma'am!" Gerald grunted.

"Good!" She kneeled down before him, and excitement surged through Gerald as he realized what she was going to do. She was so hot kneeling there, nylon covered legs stretched out with those white shiny heels. He could see her nipples just peeping through the lace of the corset, those beautiful full breasts held high and proud. Her dark hair was full and luxurious as he looked down at her.

She looked up at him and smiled. "Now, I taught you how to perform oral sex on a woman. Now I'm going to teach you how to handle it yourself." Gerald almost came right there as she reached out and gently kissed the tip of his dick, licking up the pre-cum bubbling out. "Woman don't like to be forced to do this. Some like it a lot, others will do it just to please their man. I love it!" She took the head of his dick into her mouth and gently sucked it, then bobbed up and down once. Gerald closed his eyes, it felt so incredibly good, her hot warm mouth moving up and down on his member, the coolness as the air hit it when she drew back. He wanted to reach out and grab her hair, forcing her to do it again and again.

Karen saw his hands move and smiled to herself. It was such a turn on to have a man's hard cock in her mouth, to know the control she exerted over him at that moment. One hand slipped down into her panties and she rubbed her clit as her head bobbed back and forth. She let his dick pop out of his mouth, noting the saliva dripping. "I like it when you put your hands in my hair and gently move my head back and forth. Others don't. You're going to have pay attention to the woman you're with at the time and she what she prefers. You'll notice the subtle clues."

Gerald eagerly nodded and she smiled, taking his cock back into her mouth and sucking it once again. He reached out, burying his hands in that deep mane of hair, gently fucking her hot mouth onto his hard cock, watching those dark red lips bob back and forth. Gerald started getting more and more excited, and Karen sucked him harder and harder. He started to hunch over, "Oh, Mrs. Owens, I'm going to come!" She mumbled an agreement, sucking on him even harder, and Gerald exploded, sending jets of cum deep into her mouth. He was amazed to see her swallow every drop.

When the last spasm had gone through him, she let his dick slide out of her mouth and he gently sat on the bed. "Oh my God, that was incredible!"

Karen giggled at him. "Yes, it was! It's been a long time since I got to taste a healthy young man's cum, and I'm glad to say yours is especially nice!" She licked her lips, and Gerald noted his penis was now slightly red from her lipstick. "Now remember, not every woman swallows. If she doesn't, that's okay. Just be happy she went down on you." Karen stood up then, and once again Gerald thought how lucky he was to see such a beautiful woman standing in front of him nude. He simply admired her for a moment, and Karen noted it.

"Gerald, what are you staring at?"

"You. You are just so incredibly beautiful, and I just have a hard time realizing that such an incredible woman would choose to be with me. I simply have a hard time comprehending it."

A warm feeling raced through her and Karen blushed. "Gerald, I don't think you understand how wonderful you make me feel when you say that. Other men say that before sex, to try and get what they want. You're saying it because you believe it, and that's a wonderful thing to give to a woman.

"But I want you to give me something now. Think you're up to me grading you on your oral sex skills?"

"Only one way to find out." Gerald said eagerly, and changed places with Karen.

"Get on the bed with me."

Gerald was happy to comply, and he crawled up on the bed with Karen, kneeling between her legs. She brought them together, and raised her ass in the air. Gerald instantly reached down and carefully slid her panties down those long, smooth nylon clad legs. Once they were set to one side, Karen spread her legs widely, letting Gerald have access to her pussy. He reached out first, rubbing it and fingering it gently, teasing Karen, enjoying the look of lust on her face and the moans of pleasure.

He soon moved on to teasing it and abusing it with his tongue, using two fingers to gently probe her pussy while feasting on her clit. This devotion to her clit soon had Karen moving around on the bed, reacting to the waves of pleasure radiating outwards from her pussy. "Oh Gerald -- Oh Honey -- Oh it feels so good -- Don't Stop -- Please Don't Stop -- God I love it!" It didn't take long before Gerald felt that electric tingle on his tongue as Karen exploded into her first orgasm, almost screaming with pleasure.

She laid there, panting, as he got up over her, kissing on her breasts, preparing to stuff his rock hard dick into her steaming wet pussy. Just as he was about to slide it in, Karen recovered.

"Hold up, stud." She leaned up and kissed him. "Remember, we've got more lessons!" She scooted herself up, facing him kneeling in front of her.

"We're going to go over a few different positions. Now, while missionary is the most common, not every woman enjoys that one. I for one enjoy several others. Lay down on your back."

Gerald scrambled to comply, his hard prick standing straight up into the air. Karen leaned down and kissed it, then swung her leg over him, straddling him, facing him with those beautiful breasts now hanging free of their confinement. Gerald raised himself up and cupped one in both hands, kissing and sucking on the nipple. Karen moaned with pleasure as his tongue and lips worked their magic, but she abruptly straightened up.

"Oh no, Gerald, no distracting me!" Gerald reluctantly laid back down, allowing Karen to regain her train of thought. "This is known as the cowgirl position." Karen came down, using one hand to guide Gerald's prick where she wanted it, and Gerald felt the velvet smoothness of her pussy clamp around his cock as she came down fully on him, resting her full weight across his thighs. "Either she can do all the work, or you can do all of it, or you can work together. It's wonderful to feel your hard prick so deep in my pussy Gerald! Oh, God, you feel so good! I just want to fuck you and fuck you and fuck you!"