Crisscross

Siobhan O'Connor stepped out of the shower and looked at her naked, dripping wet form in the mirror.

"No turning back now," she said, letting out a deep breath.

And she had no intention of turning back. After her friend's son had twice brought her to orgasm with his talented tongue and she had sucked him off, swallowing a big load of his cum, Siobhan was already looking forward to their next encounter.

As she dressed, picturing Mark's naked, hard body, a text message came in from Sophia.

Sophia: Hey! I think Tim and Mark are coming over tonight to play their video games.

Siobhan: I heard...from Mark when he stopped by earlier.

Sophia: Did he now?

Siobhan: ;-) :-o

Sophia:!!

Sophia: Come over for dinner?

Siobhan: Sounds good. My treat.

As Siobhan, Mark, Sophia, and Tim all sat around the dinner table eating takeout, Mark couldn't keep his eyes off of his neighbor MILF. She was wearing a light blue tank-top and a short, khaki skirt. She wore her long hair down, eliciting the memory of how it felt to have the long, red strands brush across his thighs as she sucked his cock.

"Earth to Mark."

It was his mom.

"Sorry. Yeah, mom?"

"Ms. O'Connor was just asking you how your day was."

He looked at her in quiet disbelief, but her playful smile and smoldering eyes gave him the confidence to play along.

"Great, actually," he said, after a brief moment.

Sophia had no idea how far things had gone between her son and her friend that afternoon, and she wasn't sure she wanted to know all the details, but she nevertheless listened with interest to Mark's answer.

"I had an amazing workout with a trainer. I'll definitely go back for more. I could've gone a lot longer and harder, actually," he said with a wry smile.

Siobhan shifted in her seat, trying to satisfy the itch between her legs. Mark's confidence was definitley a turn-on.

Sophia's jaw dropped. After picking it up off the table, she said, "Well, that's...good to hear."

"Yes," Siobhan said with a wide grin, "it certainly is."

Tim had done his best to not be completely awkward around his mom and Ms. Russo, but after the other night he couldn't unsee what he saw or not have his imagination run wild. He needed to get out of there because every time their eyes met, she gave him a look that made him want to rip her clothes off, which wouldn't be a good idea in front of her son and his mother.

He said to Mark, "Wanna head down?"

"Sure," Mark replied.

After the two young men put their dishes in the dishwasher, they went down to the finished basement to start their gaming marathon.

"So," Sophia began in a low voice once they had settled on the sofa.

Siobhan blushed as she raised her eyebrows. "So..."

"Did you two...?"

Siobhan gave a wry smile, "You really want to know?"

Sophia bit her lower lip and nodded, adding quickly, "Just the broad strokes."

Siobhan looked toward the door leading downstairs to be sure they were alone. "Oral only," she said in a low voice.

"And...how was it?"

"Really good. Your son is a perfect gentlemen...and quite...talented."

Sophia blushed, the not sure what to think.

"You and Tim?" Siobhan asked.

Sophia sat back and took a sip from her wine glass. "We haven't gotten that far yet, but I'm hopeful about tonight, once Mark is asleep."

"Oh," Siobhan replied, "my poor boy hasn't got a chance."

"No," Sophia said with a smile, "He doesn't."

- - - -

Tim and Mark had been playing down in the TV room since dinner. It was just past 11 o'clock when Ms. Russo came down the stairs.

"Alright, boys, don't go blind staring at the TV all night."

"We won't, mom," Mark replied with a laugh.

"Need anything before I head up to my bedroom?" She looked directly at Tim, who had turned his head when he felt her eyes on him.

"I'm good," Mark said.

Tim's thoughts went to the other night as he pictured her gorgeous body and what they had done. Yeah, he thought, I know what I want - to lick your pussy and tongue your ass while you're bent over the sofa, then fuck you from behind until I...

"Tim?"

"Uh, I think I'll grab a Coke. Mark?"

"Uh, sure."

Closely following Ms. Russo up the stairs, Tim couldn't help but admire her ass in her tight-fitting yoga pants, resisting the urge to reach out and touch her as they ascended the stairs.

Opening the refrigerator, she handed him two cans of soda, then said, "You're in the guest bedroom...next to mine?"

Even though they lived right next to each other, the boys had always stayed at each other's house when they hung out late into the night rather than going back to their own house.

Tim nodded, becoming aroused at the idea of sneaking into her bedroom, "Yes, Ma'am."

"That's...convenient," she replied. Looking down at the bulge in his shorts and smiling. "Very convenient."

With that, she turned and left Tim standing there holding two cans of Coke and sporting a raging hard-on. "Fuck me," he said to himself, before returning to the basement.

It was another excruciating hour before Tim felt safe in saying he was burned out from playing and suggested they head upstairs.

Mark looked at his watch. Seeing it was past midnight, he replied, "Yeah, sure."

Once they had gotten ready for bed, Mark went to his bedroom at the end of the hall. Adjacent to his room was a study, then a bathroom, then the guest bedroom where Tim was, and then finally the master bedroom.

Sophia heard her son and Tim come up the stairs, get ready for bed, and bid each other a goodnight. Walking out into the hall, she saw that her son's door was closed and that Tim's was cracked open. Without knocking, she pushed open the door to find Tim standing by the bed in just his boxers already sporting a hard-on. Knowing she had done that to him made her feel desired and ravenously horny. She smiled, then without a word, turned and left. A moment later, he followed her into the master bedroom and closed the door behind him.

Tim felt his entire body vibrate with anticipation as the gorgeous MILF slowly walked towards him until she was just inches from where he stood.

She looked down between them and said, "Is that for me?"

He nodded.

She let the back of her hand caress his manhood, feeling it twitch against her touch, and he moaned in response. Quickly placing a hand over his mouth, she hushed him, then reached inside his waist band and took him in her grasp. He moaned again, unable to control himself, as she pushed his underwear to the floor, leaving him naked.

"We have to be quiet," she whispered.

Tim nodded.

Sophia loved the feel of his hard, thick cock in her hand, and she couldn't help but let out a satisfied growl as she began stroking him, imagining what it would feel like to have his cock in her mouth...and inside her pussy.

Tim leaned down to kiss her neck, sending chills all over her body as his hands slid down her sides until they settled on her ass, giving it a squeeze.

"You like my ass, don't you?"

He nodded, "Yeah, I do."

"Mmmm," she moaned, continuing to stroke him. "I can't wait to feel you in mouth. But first, you need to do something for me," she said, giving his member a final squeeze before encouraging him to get on his knees.

As he let his hands glide slowly up her tan thighs, he heard himself moan when he realized she wasn't wearing panties under her lingerie. Not wasting another second, he licked the length of her pussy, tasting her tangy-sweet arousal. While he wasn't nearly as experienced as other guys she'd surely been with, this also wasn't his first rodeo.

"Ohh," she moaned, legs trembling as Tim swirled his tongue again and again around her clit.

Sophia covered her mouth in an effort to stifle another moan as Tim lapped at her sex with an enthusiasm she hadn't experienced in a long time. Closing her eyes, she ran a hand through his hair as she slowly gyrated her hips against him, encouraging him to pick up his pace.

Her friend's son was eating her pussy and was going to make her come, she thought. This was insane!

Sophia felt his tongue penetrate her folds, sending a shiver up her body; then focus on her clit again until she flushed from the pressure of Tim's relentless tongue. She covered her mouth as she came surprisingly fast, Tim's strong hands holding her up as he stayed on her until she finally pushed him away, unable to take any more.

Looking down at him, she smiled and said, "That was amazing...but now it's your turn."

Ms. Russo guided Tim to sit on the edge of her bed, then got on her knees. This simple act - and the fact that he had brought her to orgasm - made him rock hard and she smiled up at him as she took his balls in her mouth. The feel of her warm mouth, soft lips, and tongue on his manhood was indescribable.

"Oh, my God," he whispered, "that feels so fucking good."

His balls still in her mouth, she moaned - sending vibrations all along his cock - before gliding her tongue along the underside of his shaft and licking up a dollup of his precum. Their eyes met as she took him between her full lips, sucking on just the engorged head.

"OH," he moaned, a littler louder than he had wanted.

"Shhh," she whispered, "We don't want to wake him, do we?"

She took him between her lips again, this time sliding further down his shaft, just past the head.

Releasing him momentarily with a satisfying, sucking pop, she said, "What would he think if he saw his own mother sucking his friend's cock?"

"Fuck," Tim hissed.

Putting her hands on his hips, she took more of his length in her mouth, her wet lips and soft tongue sliding effortlessly over his manhood as she began to slowly bob her head.

Using his hands to pull back her hair in a ponytail, Tim marveled at the sight of his MILF neighbor giving him the best blow job of his life. When she began expertly deepthroating him, he couldn't believe it, and he involuntarily began to thrust his hips. She seemed to like it, moaning and putting her hands behind her back to encourage him to take the lead.

The sound of his cock hitting the back of her throat was so hot. He stood, noticing the full length mirror on the closet door for the first time and getting off on what he saw. God, she really was gorgeous.

"I'm close," he croaked.

That's when Ms. Russo took charge, using her hands for the first time as she squeezed the base of his cock while picking up her pace.

Tim felt his manhood swell in her perfect mouth.

"Oh God!" he moaned, doing his best not to yell out.

Sophia's mouth followed her hand as she stroked Tim's cock with increasing speed, taking his load and not allowing a drop to escape her lips as he shot line after line down her throat. Falling back onto the floor and resting on her elbows, she looked up at her young lover, a smile on her face. Tim's hard body glistened with perspiration and his cock was semi-erect, swollen, and sopping wet from her mouth. His lustful eyes stared between Sophia's legs, which were spread invitingly. He wanted to take her; that was obvious. Was it wise for them to fuck with her son just down the hall? They had been able to mostly keep quiet up to this point, but the sounds of two people fucking?

As Tim stared at her, his cock began to grow back to it's full length.

"Tim," she whispered, sitting up, "We need to stop. Mark might hear us."

"I know," he said in a low voice, "but I want you now."

She stood so that they were just inches from each other, his now fully erect cock pressing into her abdomen.

Sophia smiled. "I can see that." She needed to take back control of the situation, she thought. Taking his member in her hand, she slowly began to stroke him and said, "I want you too but we need to be smart, okay? You want to fuck me until I scream your name while I come on this cock, don't you?"

He nodded.

Tim loved how she was touching him and the way she talked to him. She was right. They needed to be smart. "Okay," he said.

Still stroking him, she said, "Can you wait to come until the next time we get together? Can you wait for me? I'll do the same." She let him go, watching his member throb in response to her touch. "It'll be worth it. I promise."

"Yes," He said. "I can wait."

- - - -

Sunday

The next morning, once Tim and Mark had left the house and Sophia had done her usual Sunday yoga and had breakfast, she texted Siobhan.

Sophia: Talk sometime today?

Sophia: Strategy session...

Siobhan, who was out at the grocery store, saw her friend's texts come in. She wondered what had happened the previous night between Sophia and her son, and her mind wandered...picturing what had already happened between her and Mark.

Siobhan: Go for a walk around 1?

Sophia gave Siobhan's text a "thumbs up" as her mind drifted to the previous night and the look in Tim's eyes after she had finished him. She had missed feeling that wanted and desired and couldn't wait to see that look in her lover's eyes again.

When Siobhan got home, Tim was there and helped her bring in the groceries. She had barely had a chance to talk to him that morning since he came home.

"How was your night?" she asked. "You two have fun?"

She laughed to herself at the double meaning.

"Yeah," he replied, "lots of fun."

"I bet," she said with a knowing smile. She was a little jealous that Sophia got to have her fun last night while she was home alone. "I'm going for a walk with Sophia. Text me if you head out, okay?"

"I will."

One of the nice things about their community of homes was the abundant green space, which included a network of walking trails. Once the two friends had gotten a ways away from their houses, Siobhan asked, "And how was your evening?"

"It was very, very enjoyable," Sophia replied.

"Is that so? Made some progress, did we?"

"You could say that, though we still have some," she searched for the right words, "unfinished business. Which is why I wanted to talk."

"I'm listening," Siobhan said.

"Well, I was thinking that we could orchestrate a 'sleepover' of sorts for next Friday or Saturday. I was thinking if I tell Tim...and you tell Mark that our sons are staying over someone else's house for the night, that would give us the privacy we need."

Siobhan took it all in and felt her body tingle with anticipation.

"I think that's a wonderful idea," she replied.

"Friday good for you?"

"Saturday would be better. I got some work stuff that might keep me late Friday."

"Saturday it is then."

That Thursday, Sophia sent Tim a message.

Sophia: This Saturday tell your mom you're staying at Jason's for the night. Come over at 8. Wait by the back door. Will let you in when the coast is clear ;-)

Tim: I will. I can't wait!

- - - -

Saturday

"Hey, mom. I was going to stay over Brian's tonight, if that's okay."

Sophia smiled to herself before turning to face her son. "Of course. Have fun!"

I will, Mark thought. It had been five days since he had last jerked off and a week since he had been with Ms. O'Connor. It was the longest he could remember going without coming in a long time. He was so ready to burst! Ms. O'Connor told him to come over at 8:15 to ensure Tim, who was hanging out with Jason, was out of the house. He looked at his phone; it was 7:40.

"C'mon!" he said under his breath, frustrated with how slow time was moving.

Siobhan stood naked in front of her bedroom's full-length mirror. She had just finished doing her hair and makeup, and had her bra and panties laid out on the bed. She felt a slight chill, her nipples hard - both from the AC and from her state of arousal.

"I'm going to have sex with my son's friend," she said, taking in a breath before letting out a shuddering exhale.

Tim stood by his dresser, shirtless and jeans unzipped because he had made the mistake of fantasizing about Ms. Russo before getting dressed and now had a hard-on that would not go away. He had done what his neighbor had asked and abstained, leaving him horny as fuck. After a few moments, his erection mercifully faded enough to allow him to finish getting dressed. The pants would be coming off soon enough, he thought, smiling to himself.

Sophia had taken a long, luxurious bath, which helped her relax and prepare for what was to come. She hadn't been this horny in a long time and it felt good. Really good. She had abstained from making herself come all week but had brought herself to the edge multiple times. It had been torture, but she loved how it heightened her anticipation. She dressed and prepared to meet Tim at the door.

- - - -

Opening the back door, Sophia stepped to the side.

Tim's eyes lingered on the alluring swell of her curves as he stepped across the threshold. She wore a red, short-sleeved top and a flowing dark blue skirt that that stopped just above her knees - an outfit that, although looked great on her, he couldn't wait to rip off.

"Can I get you anything?" she asked.

Knowing that a woman like Ms. Russo wanted him made Tim feel more confident in his own skin. He shook his head and smiled, "No, thanks." Pausing, he then continued, "The only thing I want is you."

Sophia was a little taken aback by the comment...and turned on. While seducing this young college stud had been exciting; it was also hot to have a lover that knew what he wanted.

"We're alone," Sophia said, a slight tremble in her voice as her body vibrated with anticipation. "Show me how much you want me."

- - - -

Siobhan savored the kiss, turned on by Mark's eagerness to please. His hot hands roamed over her body, leaving little electric shocks in their wake. She had just let him in and led him from the front door to the living room where she now stood facing the large window looking out onto their street. At this hour and time of year the sun was just setting, creating a lovely pink hue in the sky.

"I need you," he groaned, before kissing her again.

Siobhan moaned into his mouth as she surrendered to his kiss. Breathless, she stepped back and placed her hands on his broad shoulders, motioning for him to get on his knees.

A couple from down the street was walking their dog. Mr. Collins, the retired school teacher from three houses down was taking his nightly after-dinner walk. Mark, her friend's son, was on his knees in front of her. The thought of this young man pleasuring her while her neighbors were just outside, unaware, was a big turn on. Without another word, Mark pulled down her panties and kissed his way up her inner thighs before going to work on her quivering pussy.

- - - -

Her back against the door, Sophia could barely breathe as Tim's mouth mashed against hers, his tongue probing, his hands lifting away her top and pushing her bra straps down as his mouth left trails of kisses over her neck and shoulders.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered in her ear, "so sexy."

Sophia reached for his belt. Unzipping his pants, she moaned as she felt the extent of his desire against her body.

She felt his hands tremble as he tried to take off her bra. Finally using both hands, he slipped it off and moaned as he took her left breast in his mouth, licking and sucking as if he couldn't get enough of her. Reaching into his pants, Sophia took hold of his cock and squeezed.

"Oh, fuck," he moaned, then, "I want you."

Sophia looked into his eyes. She knew he was like a ticking time bomb and that his youth would allow them plenty of time tonight. For now, she needed to fuck just as much as he did.

"Then take me."

- - - -

"That's so good," Siobhan moaned.

Kneeling on the sofa while facing the street, she had lowered herself onto Mark's mouth while he sat on the floor, head resting on the sofa cushion. She loved being serviced like this, sitting on her lover's face. For Mark's part, his technique was eager and responsive to her guidance.