Mrs Mandalucci Ch 03

Author's note: The following is a work of fiction. All characters engaged in sexual activity are over the age of eighteen. This is the final installment in a three-part series. It contains both light femdom content as well as anal sex. I hope you enjoy it!

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MRS. MANDALUCCI, CHAPTER THREE

by Eosphorus

"I need you to call me. ASAP!"

I stare at Mom's text as I walk across campus.

Fuck.

Better get it over with. If all the Stoic philosophy I've been reading is worth anything, I can handle this. It's hard to imagine Marcus Aurelius postponing a difficult conversation with his mom. Then again, he was Roman Emperor so shit usually went his way.

Mom picks up on the first ring. "What's this shit? You and Mrs. Mandalucci are messing around?"

"That's no one's business but us."

"

Us

, huh?" she says. "Then it's true. I knew it. I suppose your sister knows all about it, too."

"Of course," I say. "You know I tell Holly everything."

"Look," Mom says. "I don't mean to overreact. She's the one I'm pissed at, not you."

"Jess? What for?"

"You're a healthy young guy!" Mom says. "You have needs! And you're not going to refuse a woman like her. I get that."

I start in surprise. "A woman like her? What's that mean?"

"Please! She could've been a movie star. But she should exercise some self control. She oughta know better, going after a guy your age."

"She didn't

go after

me," I say.

"What's with the women in that town? Remember Mrs. Loewenstein?"

Of course I remember Mrs. Loewenstein. She took my virginity.

"I think so."

"I heard she's banging a guy your age. Maybe I should decide I'm a cougar and get my own college dude since that's what all the chicks my age are doing these days."

I can't resist. "I can set you up."

I hear her trying not to laugh. I've always been able to disarm her with humor. "That's not funny."

"Remember Adam? He said you're pretty."

She breaks, laughing.

All too easy.

"Damn it, Justin! This is serious."

I spend the next five minutes easing Mom off the ledge. She thinks the whole thing's just a fling and I'll be dating a girl my own age as soon as Jess tires of me. I don't bother correcting her.

"So, should I give Adam your number?" I ask.

"You're incorrigible, you know that?"

___________

It's odd being at Jess's alone.

She left a key under the mat for me. Mine to keep.

It's easier this way. I can drive over after classes and get work done without distractions until she gets home. That'll be any minute now. We'll have all evening together.

I finish my paper for Dr. Cleary. For some reason, I think clearly at Jess's kitchen table. Maybe it's the positive connotations it has. That first night with Jess, for one. Sitting here drinking wine and eating pizza with her.

Then last night. Jess was washing dishes in nothing but a long pink t-shirt. I wrapped my arms around her shoulders. Kissing the back of her neck.

Good things followed. Stripping down in the kitchen, making our way over to the couch. Giving each other oral pleasure. Then fucking until we both came.

I feel a familiar straining in my crotch. I hope Jess is horny tonight. She usually is.

The front door opens. Jess is adorable as always in her pink scrubs. Her hair is in its customary ponytail with a few stray, raven-black locks framing her face. Bright blue eyes shine behind her oversized glasses.

She puts a shopping bag on the counter and I hug her extra tight. Lifting her off the ground.

She laughs, hanging on to me. "What's this for?"

I put her back down. "You look hot in scrubs. Plus, I missed you."

We kiss. Jess swats my butt. "I bought you some presents."

"Presents?"

Jess reaches into the bag and produces a toothbrush. She places it on the counter and lines up a series of items alongside it. Deodorant, shampoo, shower gel, shaving cream, and a razor.

I grin. "A commentary on my personal hygiene?"

Jess rolls her eyes. "You know what this means. It's time you started keeping the equivalent of an overnight bag here."

"This feels like a step."

"That's because it is." Jess rubs my back, smiling. "I like having you here whenever you want. Even when I'm not home. I love you."

Those last three words. A shiver runs down my shoulders. "I love you, too."

We stare at each other. Hard to believe it's been two days since we first said it. Over the phone, of all ways.

"I wanted you to have these things," she says. "So you could stay over whenever you want."

"I'd like that."

"Then it's settled. I'm going to clear out a drawer in my dresser, too."

"I'm glad we're out in the open," I say.

"On that note," Jess says. "I just got off the phone with Dave

again

."

"How'd that go?"

"I finally read him the riot act," Jess says. "Told him my love life isn't subject to his approval. He hemmed and hawed but I think he got the message."

"Good."

"I'm more happy every day we were outed," she says. "Especially now that the reactions have calmed down. We can be a regular couple. More like an

irregular

couple, but still."

"Still a couple," I say. "Who cares what anyone thinks but us?"

"I couldn't agree more," she says. "You hungry?"

"Starving."

"What do you feel like?" Jess asks.

"Adam and a couple of the guys on the team are going to that Irish pub near the skating rink. It's half-price burger night."

"Glencolmcille?" Jess says. "We should go! It'll give you a chance to show me off."

Adam has MILFs on the brain. One look at Jess and he'll die. "Sure thing."

"This'll be fun! Let me throw on something nicer than scrubs. But I'd better warn you."

"About what?" I ask.

"I'm in a bit of a naughty mood. I hope you can handle it."

"I think I'll manage," I say.

"We'll see."

___________

Glencolmcille is half-full when we get there. The walls are plastered with Guinness signs, sports jerseys, and a flat metal sculpture of Ireland ten feet across with all the counties delineated. A big square bar and lots of TVs. Sports on every one of them.

I love it.

We grab seats at the bar. Jess is in jeans and a blue sweater, her hair still in a ponytail. The epitome of laid-back MILFness. I place my hand on Jess's back and she rests hers on my knee.

The bartender comes over, a gorgeous lady around Jess's age named Tricia.

I'm carded. She looks at my license, then at me. Her face lights up. "I thought you looked familiar. Mr. Clutch Kick himself!"

I shrug, my cheeks flush.

Tricia hands me back my license. "That overtime kick! Finally beat those bums. You should've seen it here. Everyone was going nuts. I'll get your drinks."

Jess squeezes my knee. "Look at you, getting recognized."

"Yeah, yeah," I say.

Tricia returns with our beers and we drink some.

"I like the vibe here," I say. "I don't know why I never stopped in before."

"I've been coming here since I was a kid. I remember the $9.99 ribeye. Listen to me. 'Back in my day, shit used to cost so-and-so.' Wow."

I rub her back and she leans against me. I kiss her, short and G-rated but on the lips.

Jess glances around, a glint in her eyes. She leans in as though to whisper something. Instead, she sticks her tongue in my ear.

She withdraws right away but it's like an electric jolt running down my back. Immediate arousal. I look around. No one's noticed.

Jess picks up the menu, grinning devilishly. "The Southwestern Burger is tempting."

We study the menu and Tricia takes our order. We sit, sipping beer and sitting closely. Her hand returns to my knee.

Adam and two other teammates walk in, waving at us and grinning. They snag the last spots at the far end of the bar. Adam comes over and we fist-bump. He smiles at Jess. "You must be the lovely Jessica."

"I am," she says.

"Quick question."

Jess smiles, waiting.

"You don't happen to have a twin sister?" Adam asks. "One into younger dudes."

Jess laughs. "You wish, buddy!"

"I do," he says.

We talk with Adam for a while and he goes back to the far side of the bar. Tricia brings over our burgers a few minutes later.

"You know," I tell Tricia, pointing in Adam's direction. "Those three guys are my teammates."

Tricia smiles, looking their way. "Are they? How interesting."

"Their first round's on me," Jess adds.

Tricia nods. "You got it, sister."

We finish our burgers and get a second round. Jess's hand slides up my thigh, creeping ever upward. Inducing a state of pronounced arousal.

Jess grabs my crotch. I look around. No one's noticed. Then again, why would they? It's a crowded place and I'm sitting facing the bar.

She sips her drink, looking up at one of the TVs. Feigning interest in whatever's on screen.

She pauses, her fingers lingering over the button of my jeans.

No! She wouldn't, would she? Not here!

Her hand withdraws.

Two can play at this game. I move my hand onto her thigh. She swats me away, shaking her head. "No getting fresh, mister!"

Jess mostly manages to hold back a laugh. She finishes her beer, rubbing my crotch again.

By the time we pay the check Tricia is smiling and laughing at something Adam is saying.

"Tricia looks ready to leap over the bar and jump his bones," Jess says.

"He'd love nothing more."

She grabs my crotch again. "She should."

"You're kind of a bad girl, aren't you?"

She shrugs, cocking her head and giving me a whatever-could-you-mean smile. Throwing in another crotch squeeze, this one bolder than before.

"Ready to get going?" she asks.

"Let me use the restroom first."

Jess rubs my crotch. "Good luck with that."

"You are so bad. So bad."

Jess shrugs. I spot the sign for the bathroom. It's only thirty feet away. I should be able to make it without anyone noticing my condition. Whatever. I have to pee so I don't have much choice.

I take a deep breath and go for it. I move fast. There's no shocked looks. Must've made it without my aroused state getting detected.

I drain my bladder, gradually softening. I shake my head. She's in a wild mood, isn't she? Love it.

I rejoin Jess. She places her hand on the back of my head and kisses me deep.

She withdraws, naughty glee in her eyes. I glance around. The place is crowded but everyone's attention is elsewhere.

We go around the far side of the bar to say bye to my teammates. They thank Jess for buying them a round.

Our long snapper RJ smiles at Jess. Not shy about appreciating her tits. "I don't suppose I could have a hug?"

I start to shake my head but I'm too late.

"Of course!" Jess says.

Jess hugs each of them. Long, enthusiastic ones. The kind allowing them to enjoy her tits pressed against them.

Adam is the last to receive a hug. Jess whispers something in his ear.

"Really?" he says.

"Absolutely," Jess says. "And don't wimp out, either."

Jess and I leave holding hands. "What'd you say to Adam?"

"That him and your friends should follow us back to my place for a gangbang," she says.

"What?"

She cracks up. "You're too easy. I said Tricia told me she wanted him to ask for her number."

"She told you that?"

Jess shakes her head. "No."

"Bad. You're bad."

"Yup." We pause by her car. She smiles up at me. "What'd you think of me hugging your friends?"

"It was unexpected. But I've learned you're full of surprises."

She drapes her hands around the back of my neck. "They're now twice as jealous of you as they were before. They'll be thinking all night of what they can't have, but you can."

"Okay. I like that."

"Unless they pull off a three-on-one with Tricia. Then they'll forget all about me."

We get in her car. Jess stares at me. "Unzip it."

"What?"

"You heard me," she says.

"Seriously?"

Jess nods.

I do as she asks. Unzipping my jeans and pushing them down.

Jess strokes my cock, getting me hard. "Keep watch."

She leans over, taking me into her mouth.

"Fuck," I moan.

Jess works my cock faster, giving me deeper suction.

I spot a middle-aged couple walking in our direction

.

"Someone's coming."

Jess sits up. The woman in the couple glances our way. Her eyes linger a moment, wondering.

Jess returns to sucking my dick.

A car enters the lot, parking a few spots away. Jess lifts her head, jerking me off.

A couple gets out and heads into the bar. Jess resumes blowing me, head bobbing faster. I moan louder. I'll come this way if she keeps going.

She lifts her head again. "No, no. Can't have you come just yet."

"But--"

"Zip up," she says. "No more for you till we get home."

"Ignore the speed limits, disregard all traffic lights. Just get us home fast."

"No doing, mister." Jess puts the car in reverse. "I am a conscientious driver. By the way, we need to swing by Wal-Mart on the way home.

"Great."

___________

We're all over each other the moment we're inside.

Jess's eyes gleam. "Let's go upstairs."

She takes my hand, leading me upstairs to her bedroom. We pause, kicking off our sneakers and falling into bed.

I lay atop Jess, kissing her. Grinding against her. Grabbing her breasts. Such beautiful breasts. Deserving of worship. Demanding worship.

"I need you out of these clothes," I whisper.

"You first."

I back off, pulling my shirt up and over my head.

She pulls me back on top of her, kissing me. Wrapping her arms around my shoulders. Holding me tight. Tits mashing against my chest.

Jess licks my earlobe. "Now your jeans."

I slide out of bed and strip down to my underwear. I start forward.

She shakes her head. "Nope. Lose the briefs."

I do as she says, erection springing free.

I climb back atop her. Kissing her as she wraps her arms around my shoulders. Followed by her legs around my waist, squeezing my naked body tight against her clothed one. We stare into each other's eyes.

"What're you in the mood for tonight?" she asks.

"I think you know."

"Tell me," she says.

"I wouldn't mind an appearance from Bitch Jess."

Jess pushes me back, her face suddenly stern. How does she summon this persona so readily?

"Foolish boy!" she barks. " I am to be attended to properly."

Yes!

I take a deferential tone, holding back laughter. "What do you wish me to do?"

Jess sits up, glaring at me. "You can start by wiping that idiotic grin off your face and stripping me naked. Then I will decide how to use your body for my pleasure."

I start with her sweater. Ignoring her shirt underneath, I ease my way down her body. Almost all the way out of bed. I lift her right leg and peel off her sock.

"Whom do you belong to?" she asks.

"You."

"You what?" she demands.

"You, Mistress Jessica."

"Don't forget to address me properly," she says. "Now kiss my foot."

I kiss the side of her foot. Multiple, loving kisses. I repeat the process with her left foot. Removing her sock and planting reverential kisses upon her foot.

"You exist to worship me," Jess says.

"I do, Mistress Jessica, I do."

I unzip the front of her jeans. She lifts her ass up and I pull them off. I kiss her panties, breathing in her tangy aroma, then pull them down.

"You like my scent?" Jess murmurs.

"Yes, Mistress Jessica."

I get between her legs and kiss her pussy solemnly.

"No teasing," she snaps. "You know what to do."

"Yes, Mistress."

I lick her from just above her asshole to her clit. Two, three licks in the same manner. I rub my pinkie against her butthole.

"I'm not prepared for that right now," she says. "But I may grant you the privilege of worshipping my butthole later if you perform well now."

Yes, Mistress Jessica!

I shift my focus back to Jess's pussy, slurping up her nectar. Sliding my tongue over her clit. Licking it slowly, up and down.

"Omigod," she sighs. "Fuck, yeah. You know how to please me."

Damn straight I do.

I apply deeper pressure to her clit. A long sigh results. I insert my index finger. She gasps, writhing. I lick her clit faster.

"Fuck!" she cries.

I'm immersed in her pussy. Licking and fingering, her arousal covering my lips and chin. I add a second finger and dive in full-force. Giving her what she likes best.

"I'm gonna come," she moans. "Fuck!"

Jess's pussy contracts on my fingers as she comes gasping and moaning.

Yes! I did this for her! Me!

I give her a break, slowing down. Letting her catch her breath.

"You did well," she says in her best imperious tone. "Now you shall fuck me."

Not yet.

I speed up my licking, fingerfucking her faster.

"Disobedient cretin! How dare you defy me!" Jess tries to sound angry, but her voice cracks. "Awful boy."

I lick and lick and lick. Deep pressure on her clit while fingering her.

"Fine," Jess says, regaining her stern persona. "I will concede this one act of disobedience. Now eat my pussy!"

I keep at it, her moans growing louder. Until she comes again. Squealing, punching the mattress.

Jess catches her breath. When she does her tone is harsh once more. "That was satisfactory and now you shall fuck me as I require."

Yeah, not yet.

I plunge back in.

"Insolent boy! How many times must you be told?" Her indignant tone dissolves into steady moaning. She twists one of her nipples, her free hand atop my head pushing my tongue against her clit. "FUCK!"

Her moans get louder the more I lick. Until I've brought her to another orgasm. More shrieking, more punching the mattress.

I slow down, giving her a respite.

I kiss her clit. Waiting until the moment is right

.

Flicking it with my tongue. Back and forth over her clit. Her tasty clit. Her adorable clit.

"Fuck," she murmurs. "You are in so much trouble. So much trouble. Now get up here and fuck me. Your mistress commands you!"

I speed up again. The effect is immediate.

"But you're supposed to fuck me!" Her hand pushes down on my head harder. "You've been ordered!"

I keep at it until she's a quivering, orgasmic mess.

God, this is fun!

"Defiant wretch!" she moans. "You're to obey your mistress. She's telling you to fuck her! Why don't you fuck her?"

Her tone is one of complete bafflement. As though confused as to why her orders aren't being carried out to the letter, and at once. But the wicked smile on her lips and her hand on the back of my head tell me otherwise

.

I lick and finger, finger and lick. Until she's coming for a glorious fourth time. Screaming and shrieking. More mattress punching.

"Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" she screams.

I back off, fingering her slowly with only my index finger.

"Doing okay?" I ask.

"I'm outraged! How dare you--" She breaks character, laughing. "This is so much fun. For real, please fuck me."

I pull out my finger and give her clit a gentle kiss. "Yes, Mistress Jessica."

"Finally!" her tone is harsh again. "Give me what I demand!"

Jess sits up and I pull her shirt up and over her head. She unhooks her bra and tosses it aside.

I kiss her, squeezing her tits. One in each hand.

Jess grabs my cock. She strokes it a few times. She pulls back, annoyance in her eyes.

"You ignorant twit!" She suppresses a laugh, then resumes. "You've allowed your cock to go dry! How are you supposed to satisfy your mistress with a dry cock?"

She licks both her hands and jerks me off. "Now you're ready to fuck me. But how shall I have you serve me? So many options."

"However you wish, Mistress."

She frowns. "Of course however I wish! If I demand you fuck me from behind while you wear a pink tutu, that's how you'll fuck me. Today I desire you on top of me, so I may enjoy your young body to the fullest."