"Your Mom's pretty hot," I whispered with a smile, nudging my girlfriend with my shoulder. I didn't see her roll her eyes, but I could just feel that look burrowing into my back, aimed right at my heart. My eyes were busy drinking in the aging vixen before me: 45 year old Deb Mason, 5'4", short gray hair, nice tight little farm-wife body. I could only hope that Meg would stay that good looking for the next 25 years, and my twitching cock was not in disagreement.
"Mom, we brought that box back from the apartment. We gotta run before the weather turns bad," Meg said, grinding her heal into my right toes.
"All right sweetie. You two kids stay out of trouble. I don't want to be a grandmother just yet," Deb said matter-of-factly. She turned from the pot she was dropping raw vegetables into and smiled. My eyes almost glazed over when I took in her tight, short body, from her short hair to her lightly dusted cheeks, subtly painted lips, plunging neckline on her cable-knit sweater, and hip-hugging jeans. I really enjoyed giving Meg shit about how hot her mom is, but it wasn't all in jest. I always had a silent debate with myself on whether or not to let her see the hard-on she gave me, and caution had always prevailed in the face of courage. Until today.
"Well, let's go, trouble," I said, winking at Deb. She rolled her eyes as we turned, but I caught the glimpse of them rolling back quickly to check out my lean profile, her eyes lingering on the growing lump in my jeans and my ass. I gave her a second wink as Meg's hand hit the door, and Deb's eyes lit up and her cheeks flushed over having been caught staring at her daughter's boyfriend.
We hadn't even hit the front steps and Meg slapped my ass.
"What the fuck was that all about?" she hissed playfully as we headed for the car. She was a little louder than she probably would have been, but I'd never said that a mere 10 feet from her mom before.
"It's not my fault," I said innocently. "You'll be damn lucky to look like her in the next 30 years," I said, grinning sheepishly. Her hand was on the door handle and she leaned against the top of the car, pressing her taut, braless tits up into view, her nipples standing out like tiny pebbles on the mounds. The white shirt she was wearing didn't have anything written on it, but with the view I had, it may have just as well said 'Fuck Me Hard.'
"I'd rather look like me, fuck you very much," she said and bounced into the car. We pulled out from the drive and my eyes were looking at the sky more than the road. The black storm clouds overhead were brewing something that I didn't want to drive through. It was just warm enough to still rain, but just cold enough to have that shit freeze and we'd be stuck in a hell of an ice storm.
"I'd rather fuck you," I said, half-under my breath.
"Are you saying you'd like to fuck my mom!" Meg shouted. She looked mad, but I knew she was just playing. My left hand shot over to tickle her petite frame and she burst into giggles at about the same time the first rain drops hit the windows. I pulled the car over and really started tickling her ribs, my fingers occasionally running across her stiff and extremely sensitive nipples. "Did I say I wanted to fuck your mother?" I said, trying to sound serious. My lips touched hers in a hazy electricity as her body squirmed from my fingers and jumped from a crash of lightning.
"No," she said breathlessly. "But you said you wanted to not drive through this shit," she said, kissing me intermittently. Her hands started rubbing up and down my abs, making my muscles twitch under my skin.
"We'd better turn back," I said, just as another peal of thunder crashed over head. Meg growled her disappointment and threw herself back against her seat.
"Fine, but no pussy for you tonight, you know how I feel about sex at Mom's place," Meg said in frustration.
"How about a blow then?" I asked, turning the car around as the rain got heavier. She hit me hard in the ribs, her bony fist rocking into me faster than I could move my arm to block. I laughed despite the shock of pain.
"It's not funny. Do you know how hot and wet I was getting? We'd been around Mom all afternoon and I was looking forward to looking down and seeing nothing but your eyes between my legs. Shit." Meg bitched. The rest of the ride passed in silence except a short, horny sigh from both of us.
It only took another few minutes to get back to Deb's, but the rain had escalated to a downpour and it was starting to freeze to the road. We barely made the drive, sliding into it more than driving up it. Both of us ran back to the house, carefully watching our footing. By the time we made it in the house, we were both soaked to the bone; and looking at how the nearly-frozen rain was affecting Meg, I can't say I was disappointed. Her white t-shirt had dissolved into transparency, her tits perfectly framed in the cloth, her dusty pink-brown nipples standing proud, the skin wrinkled and puckered with our playing and the cold.
Deb looked up at us, confused, and then outside, seeing the rain fall heavily.
"I don't think we're heading out tonight, Mom," Meg said, the frustration showing in her voice.
"It's no problem, sweetie, just change into something or you'll catch your death of pneumonia," Deb said, reaching into the fridge for more vegetables to put in the stew she had started. Meg stomped off to her old room where she still had some clothes stashed. Deb turned and looked at me with one eye as she started dicing carrots. "You, too. Clothes. Off," she said dominatingly. "I have an old robe of John's in the closet. Just go in my room and change," she said, a little of her normal softness returning to her voice, but that devilish twinkle intensified.
