NOTE:
Sorry for the long break from stories, I've been swamped with work, but I'm glad to say that I found time to finish this one! A sequel to JOY RIDE was highly requested, so I hope you enjoy this one! I have PART 3 in the works, likely being published in the next week or so. Sorry for taking so long, but as always, I hope you enjoy this story! Comments and feedback are very important in determining what I write next, so make sure you let me know how you feel!
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She woke up breathing hard, tangled under a mess soft bed sheets. Beside her, her husband slept soundly, his back to her. Past him, the window was open, but there was no breeze on the warm, summer night that could have cooled the heat Lynn was feeling. In the dark, she composed herself. She was still almost panting, coming down from a vivid dream about her son's friend, Bradley, the young man she'd given a ride home just last week. She'd given him a bit more than just a ride home. Since that car ride, she hadn't been able to get him off her mind.
Lynn readjusted the sheets and fluffed her pillow, settling back in. The clock on her nightstand read 3:19 AM, much too early for her to get up. As time ticked by, Lynn, awake in the dark, stared at the ceiling. No matter how comfortable she was, every time she closed her eyes, she just saw her hand wrapped around Brad's hard cock, stroking it until he can't take it anymore, spilling his hot cum all over her gentle fingers. Sleep wasn't an option as long as she was thinking about that drive.
Rather than fight it any longer, Lynn gave into temptation, silently moving her hand from her sternum, down her torso, slipping into her panties. Her fingers hesitantly reached out, and Lynn immediately felt how wet she already was. After checking quickly to ensure her husband was still asleep, she felt her breath hitch in her throat as she inserted two fingers inside herself. As she began to play with herself, she imagined her son's friend was there with her, helping her, assisting her. She was wearing only a loose t-shirt and a pair of cotton panties, which allowed her to lightly grab at her left breast with her free hand. Her skin was soft and warm in her own hand, and she fought back a groan as she continued to tease herself, imagining it was Brad's young, inexperienced hand on her bosom. On the brink of an orgasm, she dropped her breast and balled up a fistful of her blanket, stuffing it into her mouth as she massaged her clit, letting out a muffled moan as her body wracked with orgasm. In the brief throws of bliss, she glanced at her husband, still sound asleep, completely unaware of his wife, trying her best not to moan the name of their son's friend as she makes herself cum.
Cleaning herself up in the bathroom, Lynn finally caught her breath for the first time since waking from her dream. Splashing water on her face, she looked at herself in the mirror. One thing was clear: Lynn had to get her hands on that young man's cock again, and soon. But how?
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With the sun high in the sky, the weekend was well under way, and Brad was out for a drive. A few days ago, his soccer team had won their championship, and the day after that, on his birthday, his mother had surprised him with a new car. Well, not exactly new; the cherry red Jeep was about as old as he was, but it was cheap and it worked, the two qualities Brad looked for.
Now that he had a car, Brad had offered to start running errands for his mother on the weekend while she ran Jupiter's, her store in town, and this Saturday was his first time. He'd already been to the grocery store, as well as the dry cleaner, and now Brad was on his way back from the mechanic where he'd picked up a new spare tire. With the backseat full of groceries and fresh-pressed clothes, a new spare in the trunk, Brad pulled out of the parking lot, about to drive home when his phone rang.
He fished it out of his pocket as it buzzed in his hand. "KYLE'S MOM" flashed across the screen. Staring at that name, he couldn't help but feel a nervous rush of excitement. Last time he'd seen Lynn, she'd given Brad the best, and only, handjob he'd ever gotten.
"Hello?" Brad answered the call eagerly.
"Bradley? It's Mrs. Lynn," She sounded so maternal on the other end. Her voice was soft, but steady.
"Hi, Mrs. Lynn, I know it's you, I have your number." Brad replied.
"Really?"
"Yeah, my mom made me save your number in case of emergencies."
"Well, isn't that just fitting. It seems I'm the one who's in a bit of trouble right now." She gave a small laugh. "My car just broke down. I've already called a tow truck, but it's not going to be here for over an hour apparently. I tried calling Mike, but he's not answering, he must not have his phone. And I'm not even bothering with Kyle, he never answers my calls." Brad had a guess where this was going, and was trying his best to play it cool.
"You need me to come get you, Mrs. Lynn?" He offered.
"If it's not too much trouble, Bradley, that would be so great!" She sounded so glad, Brad could hear the smile on her lips. "I'm kind of out of the way, I was doing some grocery shopping for the week when, wouldn't you know it, the car stopped running! I'm on Sycamore Ave, maybe a block down from the church. You know where that is?"
"I do! I'm about five minutes away, I'll see you soon!" Brad hung up and drove off.
As he turned onto Sycamore, Brad couldn't help but start to get aroused.
Nothing's going to happen,
he told himself.
She just needs a ride. Last time was just her being nice, that's all.
Nonetheless, as he pulled up behind her car on the side of the road, Brad felt his cock immediately begin to swell when Lynn stepped out of her car.
She was wearing short shorts, a creamsicle orange color, that hugged her thick thighs. Her shirt was another thin tank top, this one a shade of lavender, the pale color offset from her tanned shoulders. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a messy bun, and as she approached the car, Brad watched her maternal breasts jiggle with each step. By the time she got to the passenger door, Brad had to discreetly readjust himself to hide his now-erect cock.
"Oh, Bradley, you're an absolute lifesaver!" Lynn exclaimed as she climbed in. He thought it was strange that she didn't have any groceries with her, but his attention quickly shifted to his passenger's ass as she situated herself. Her shorts were riding up, and they were practically just panties at this point, so high up her thighs. "Thank you again for doing this for me," Lynn said, and Brad snapped his eyes up to hers. Did she catch him looking?
"Of course, Mrs. Lynn," He tried to play it off. "No trouble at all. I'm just taking you home, right?"
"Yes, please." She smiled.
They drove in silence for a minute, Brad sneaking glances at the mature woman next to him, doing his best to keep his eyes on the road. Lynn used the mirror on her sun visor to reapply lipstick, and Brad fixated on her lips. They looked so soft, and when she puckered them at her reflection, Brad felt his cock throb in his lap.
"Now, Bradley," Lynn spoke, and Brad pretended he had been focusing on the road. "I just wanted to say thank you for giving me a ride. I can give you a bit of gas money, it's only fair."
"Really, it's no problem." He reassured her.
"No, no, I mean it. You're really helping me out here!" She reached across and touched his forearm. His grip on the steering wheel tightened as he drove, and Lynn couldn't help but giggle at how tense she made her son's friend. "Please, let me at least thank you properly." Her voice dropped as she moved her hand from his forearm down to his lap. Through his gym shorts, Lynn traced her finger along his obvious bulge. Brad squirmed under her touch, and let out a small grunt.
"Um, Mrs. Lynn, you, uh, you don't have toβ" He stammered.
"Oh, Bradley, please, it's the least I can do. It'll be just like last time." With that, Lynn was finished teasing the young man, ready for the real deal. She snuck her fingers under his waistband, pulling down just enough for his large, erect cock to bounce up. Lynn tucked the waistband under his large balls, giving them a slight prod as she did so, eliciting another grunt from Brad. She couldn't help but bite her lip while admiring her son's friend's rock hard cock, as well as his heavy balls, full of young cum that Lynn was desperate for.
"My, my, Bradley." She whispered as she wrapped one hand around his cock. Trying his best to keep his eyes on the road, Brad couldn't help but give a small thrust into her soft hand. Lynn began to pump in rhythm, cooing as she stroked.
As they pulled up to a stoplight, Lynn reached over with her other hand and gave Brad's balls a tender squeeze. He stifled a moan and leaked a mess of precum out of his twitching cockhead. Looking down at the mess, Brad realized something.