Jeremy Gets Laid

Not too long after Lori ended things with Jeremy, he found himself looking for a new place to live. There was nothing wrong with his current place, but he thought he should make a total split from the old days if he was to get over Lori. Things were to work out better than he'd thought possible.

Jeremy took the first place he looked at after checking out the rentals section in the newspaper. It was a basement suite in an older house in the area east of Lonsdale in North Vancouver. In the mid-70s, the area was on the sketchy side. Then again, so was Jeremy!

The well-furnished suite had a large sitting room/kitchen, a tidy little bedroom, a bathroom, and a private entrance. There was a laundry room off the sitting room that Jeremy shared with the landlady and her older teenage son. The landlady was named Patricia ("call me Pat") and was in her early 40s. She was divorced, and had a pretty decent, if thickening body. Her breasts were medium-sized and Jeremy noted their sexy jiggle as Pat often went around the house braless. She had a warm, pretty face, wide hips, and a meaty ass.

This all met with Jeremy's approval as he beat his meat almost nightly to her image. At 20, Jeremy had a very thick, six-inch cock and consistently busted pretty astounding cumloads when he masturbated. Constantly horny, his efforts to get pussy were unsuccessful far often than not.

There was a statutory holiday long weekend and Jeremy had decided to go the scuzzy but fun Olympia beer parlour ("the Big O") a few blocks away. When he stepped outside, though, the early winter rain was pelting down and he changed his mind. He settled down on his couch and cracked a beer to watch the Canucks game on TV.

Jeremy heard footsteps coming down the stairway from the main house above. He knew Roger, the landlady's son, was visiting with his father for a few days so it had to be Pat. There was a knock on the door and she stepped in, carrying a large basket of laundry. "Gotta do all these clothes. I hope it doesn't disturb you too much," she said. Pat loaded the washing machine with jeans and shirts and said she'd come back to finish after she had a shower.

Jeremy couldn't help but get turned on the sequence of events: the son away, and the attractive landlady taking a shower early in the evening. He went over to the laundry area and saw that Pat's "delicates" were still in the basket. He picked up a pair of her surprisingly sexy panties and took a good whiff. Man, the aroma of her older pussy was almost intoxicating!

He fished his cock out of his jeans and began to stroke it with the panties. Jeremy felt the beginnings of an orgasm as he whacked away with closed eyes, fantasizing about sucking Pat's cunt, but managed to control himself and sat back down on the couch.

A few minutes later he heard Pat come down the stairs again. Jeremy caught his breath as she stepped in wearing a bathrobe that was a bit small for her. Her hair was still wet and he could make out the lush curves of her boobs and butt through the robe. Pat went into the laundry room and he saw her move the clothes from the washer to the dryer. She then turned to her panties and bras and Jeremy was sure she'd noticed they'd been disturbed. He went rock-hard in his guilt.

Pat put the delicates in the washer and Jeremy found himself almost hoping there'd be precum on the pair of panties he'd jacked with. Pat looked directly at him and said she was going back up to make a Caesar. She asked if he wanted one and if she could watch the game with him while she finished the laundry. He cheerfully answered in the affirmative to both questions and Pat was soon back with the drinks and sat down on the couch closer to Jeremy than he'd dared to hope.

There was an undoubted sexual tension building in that basement. Jeremy was still firmly erect as he "watched" the game while sneaking quick glances at his landlady's titties, increasingly visible under her robe as she shifted position on the sofa. He couldn't resist the impulse to openly adjust his hard on as the two of them sipped their drinks.

Pat broke the silence. Flagrantly scoping the outline of Jeremy's cock under his jeans, she asked him if he had a girlfriend. "No, I don't," he replied. "In fact, I just got dumped." "I'm sorry to hear that," said Pat. "Looks like you could use some help down there."

Jeremy had been known to be a bit slow on the uptake at times, but not this time. He leaned over to Pat and pulled her face to his. Each of them pushed a tongue deeply into the other's mouth, while Jeremy worked the shoulder of Pat's robe down and exposed her still shapely breasts to his hungry eyes. Then he cupped a tit in his right hand and quickly tweaked the large nipple into a pebbly erection. Pat broke off from the kiss and guided his head down to her boobs. He sucked hungrily and nibbled on her nubs, eliciting a gasp from her.

"Oh god, Jeremy," Pat softly moaned. "I haven't been with a man since Roger's dad and I split up six years ago. I need this so badly." "Mmmm, Pat," he whispered. "I've wanted to fuck you since I first laid eyes on you. I'm so hard for you right now, it hurts."

They stood up and Pat shed the bathrobe onto the carpet. As Jeremy pulled off his clothes and freed his throbbing penis, he got his first look at Pat's horny cunt. Her substantial near-black bush, such a contrast to her "blonde" coif, was perfectly trimmed, with no hair beyond her bikini line. He could make out her puffy labia majora and very prominent clit, but her pubes were still able to teasingly conceal the wonders between her legs. An enthusiastic tit-man, Jeremy enjoyed the sight of Pat's saggy yet still shapely breasts. When she lay back on the sofa, her tits kind of fell into a pancake shape on the top of her torso.

Jeremy wasted no time. "OK Pat, I need to eat you out! Right now! Sit up so I can lick your cunt!" he pleaded. Pat did as he asked, and Jeremy gently yet insistently pushed her smooth thighs apart as he knelt before her. He kissed his way down her somewhat chubby belly and got his reward when his tongue started working on her meaty nether lips. Pat immediately and helplessly pushed her snatch back and forth into his face. As her strong, earthy, but totally arousing pussy scent reached him, Jeremy encircled his girth with a practiced right hand and slowly stroked himself, going base to cockhead and back each time.

Jeremy edged a bit, bringing himself close to orgasm and then backing off to build up his notoriously big wad. He moved from Pat's labia and encapsulated her large clit between his lips and sucked on it. She began to moan as Jeremy pleasured her clit alternately with tongue and lips. When he inserted a couple of fingers into her surprisingly tight cunt, she grabbed the back of his head and humped his face until she came. "Oh god, it feels so good! It feels so good! Jeremy, please make love to me," Pat babbled.

Jeremy re-arranged Pat on the couch so that she was on her back with her head supported by an armrest. Pat spread her legs for him and drew them back towards her belly and boobs. He thrust strongly into her sopping wet hole, and got most of his fat cock inside her with each thrust.

Jeremy had hoped to make her cum with a long fuck, but he was too excited and inexperienced for that to happen this time. The sight of her swaying breasts beneath him, her horny groaning, and her sweet, hot vaginal grip made him lose control. Still shy about eating cum-filled pussy, he pulled out his cock and prepared to jerk off over Pat, so that he could satisfy her further with his mouth.

Jeremy observed proudly how Pat's vag gaped for a few seconds as he withdrew from her. Then his rapid jacking motions made him blow a hot, multi-rope load. The contractions of his cock and perineum made Jeremy groan in pleasure as he watched his cum spurt all over Pat's soft titties, chin, and cheek.

"My lord, Jeremy, you've got so much," marveled Pat. She rubbed his jizz into her boobs before reaching down beside the couch for her robe to wipe her hands and face clean of his ejaculate.

Jeremy got his face over Pat's cunt and dove in. He firmly gripped her quite muscular ass and pulled her to him so he could get his face wet in her dripping pussy and rapidly flick his tongue over her hard clit. Pat soon came hard, almost screaming as Jeremy worked her nice, big cumbutton.

Jeremy had been masturbating as he ate out Pat again and his cock was screaming for more action. He pulled Pat onto her hands and knees, her face pressed into a couch cushion. Jeremy rammed his dick home to the balls and proceeded to fuck Pat's brains out. He was able screw her for an extended period, having blown a huge, satisfying load not so long before. Pat reached a hand to her cunt and quickly got herself off with a few firm strokes on her clit. She got the hand back a bit further and gently squeezed Jeremy's firm balls. He went into overdrive and fucked like a maniac, finally dropping another gushing cumload in Pat's snatch, draining himself. He shot so much that when he pulled out, a long stream of cum dripped out of her onto the couch.

Pat actually thanked him for the "hot sex" and retired to her bedroom upstairs. Jeremy crashed himself and contentedly fell asleep while playing with his erection. In the morning he heard Pat getting laundry out and woke when she came into his bedroom and plopped down beside him on the bed. "I've gotta be quick. I have lots of shit to do before Roger gets back," she whispered and rolled him onto his back. Pat sucked his cock with some skill and even affection, and finished him off with her hand, making him cum again on her smiling, closed-eyes face.

The liaison continued for a few more weeks, with Pat regularly sneaking down to his bedroom at night after her son had gone to bed. They usually kept the sounds of their fucking and satisfaction discreet enough that Roger never suspected his mother was getting plowed regularly by the tenant. But one night, while Pat was riding Jeremy furiously, she cried out loudly as she was wracked by a strong orgasm and Roger heard her.

The next day, Jeremy got a call at work from Pat. She said her son was deeply troubled by their sexual shenanigans and that she couldn't control her desires when she had a young man like Jeremy at her beck and call. Pat asked if Jeremy would agree to voiding the rent contract and moving out. He agreed and Pat, grateful that Jeremy didn't raise any issues with the rental board, sold him the downstairs suite furniture for a song and even paid for movers to take the stuff and Jeremy's belongings to a bachelor apartment he able to find not far from the Seabus terminal.

Jeremy wound up in a more convenient-to-work location at a lower rent, with enough quality furniture to set himself up, and the bonus of some superb memories for his wank bank. The next summer they enjoyed hot, extended fuck sessions at both their places while Roger was on a fishing vacation with his father on Vancouver Island.

That was the end of their relationship as they both found other less-complicated relationships. It'd been a blast!