Ms. Jones's Revenge!

"Why is there never a sale on beans?" Ms. Jones thought to herself as she inspected a can Hedge's Cooked Beans.

Ms. Jones looked through her shopping cart's contents to assess what else she needed.

"I guess the only thing left is the frozen foods."

The rattling of her shopping cart and goods followed along with her as she headed to the other side of the store. Turning the corner, another shopping cart ran into hers.

"I'm so sorry about that!" a woman's voice said.

"Oh, no worries I-" Ms. Jones said before suddenly stopping.

The person who had ran into her cart was none other than a familiar face from high school: Sharon Nathan. Ms. Jones had always been weary of a person who had a last name for a first name, and Sharon Nathan only enforced her opinion. Sharon had always been Ms. Jones' rival in academics, even going as far as stealing her first love in an attempt to throw het focus off for tests. The attempt was a success and Ms. Jones lost her scholarship to Sharon.

"Tammy Jones?" Sharon said.

"Hey there, Sharon!" Ms. Jones said back unenthusiastically.

"Oh, it's been years since we've seen each other!" Sharon said, stepping away from her cart to hug Ms. Jones.

"Likewise," Ms. Jones replied, rolling her eyes while hugging Sharon.

Ms. Jones was forced to make idle chatter and the only thought on her mind being to end the encounter and get some damn ice cream. She looked at Sharon's body.

"Looks like the "ebony goddess" isn't in top form like she used to be," Ms. Jones thought to herself. "Big, yet saggy, boobs, "plump" figure, and still dresses like she never left high school."

"So anyway, I'm operating my own business from home now that I'm graduated from Richerino's Collegearooni," Sharon concluded.

"Ah, yes. The college you got the scholarship too," Ms. Jones said.

"Oh! I forgot I beat you out for it, sorry about that!" Sharon said after covering her gasping mouth.

The two stood in awkward silence before Sharon retreated back to her cart.

"It was nice catching up but I have to get more stuff now," Sharon said, waving off Ms. Jones as she walked away.

Ms. Jones pushed forward to the frozen foods isle with murderous rage building inside her. She knew the normal pint of Dan and Larry's wasn't going to do the job, so she instead grabbed the half gallon of Doggin' Ross.

"Wait until Olivia here's this shit!" she said under her breath.

*****

"I'm gonna burn that bitches house down!" Ms. Jones said to Ms. Evans said as she put up her groceries.

"I don't think arson is the answer..." Ms. Evans replied.

"Well if arson isn't the answer, then I don't know what is!"

"I don't know... maybe flaming her on social media or spray painting "whore" on her car or something."

"Hmm, I wonder if she still lives at the same address," Ms. Jones said as she brought out her phone.

After some quick searching, she found that Sharon indeed still lived at the same house.

"Aha! Based on how recent the pictures are of her are on Fluter, she still lives at the same place," Ms. Jones said. "I'm going to get some tools for my revenge!"

Ms. Jones left Ms. Evans sitting at the table in her kitchen and left to the closest gas station.

*****

"Eggs and spray paint," she thought to herself. "I'll break some eggs around her house to make it stink to high heaven and do some good ol' fashion slut-shaming on her garage door!"

As Ms. Jones picked between the choices of spray paint, a young man approached her.

"Damn, you sure did come here dressed sexy, alright," the man said, sizing up Ms. Jones in her black tank top and jeans.

Ms. Jones looked over at him and grinned.

"Aren't you forward," she said.

"So, we're still on for tonight, right?" the man asked.

"Tonight? I think you ha-"

Ms. Jones got a better look at the man and realized something important: she was Sharon's son. Ms. Jones could tell because he was the exact same person in Sharon's pictures.

"I remember you said to meet up here today and at this time, but you stopped replying before saying anything else. I honestly thought you ghosted me," the young man said.

The familiar thoughts of her previous counter with an enemy's son flashed into her head. Ms. Jones bore a quick evil-grin before playing along.

"Sorry about that. I was just really excited to meet up with you," Ms. Jones said.

"I wrote down my address," he said, handing a piece of paper over to Ms. Jones. "Remember, we gotta be quick since my mom's coming home later tonight."

"Okay, but we should communicate through text until then," Ms. Jones said. "Oh, and don't worry about condoms; I'll let you hit it raw."

The young man nervously walked away and out the store. Ms. Jones put her items back on the shelf and headed home.

*****

"You're fucking her son for revenge like you did that other time, except you WANT to be caught?" Ms. Evans said.

"Yep. The opportunity presented itself, so I'm going for it. I'll check out the house and plan my exit from there," Ms. Jones replied.

"Alright, tell me how it goes," Ms. Evans said before hanging up.

Ms. Jones' phone vibrated with a message from Sharon's son.

"This is Charles. Come over now."

Ms. Jones was already showered and ready to head over. She stood in front of the mirror in her bedroom, wearing just a black bikini top. She turned around and spread her ass open. Reaching over to her dresser, she took the glass buttplug and bottle of lube. She uncapped it and applied a significant amount to the plug and onto her fingers. One, then two, slippery fingers went inside her ass to prepare it for insertion. Once it was stretched and wet, Ms. Jones carefully pushed the plug in.

Ms. Jones lightly moaned as it went in. She dried her hands and put on her black stockings and black, lace panties that were connected with a garter belt; the plug's base was outlined clearly against the back. For her final touch, she grabbed a black spandex mask and put over her head. There was one hole big enough for her mouth, slightly wide enough for the bottom of her nose, and another at the top to put hair through in a ponytail. Despite the darkness of the mask, she could still see decently with it on and envisioned her lips with cherry red lipstick as the final component. Ms. Jones took the mask off, grabbed her purse and headed off to Sharon's house.

[Sharon's house at 8 p.m.]

Ms. Jones parked her car a house down from Sharon's. She pulled the mask out of her purse, put it on, pulling her hair out of the hole in the top of it, and applied her lipstick. With everything together, she shamelessly exited her car and walked to Charles's house. Nothing but crickets and the clacking of her heels could be heard outside.

Ms. Jones knocked on the front door. Within a few seconds, Charles opened it and his jaw dropped. All Ms. Jones did was smile until Charles spoke.

"Holy shit! You look fucking amazing!" he said.

"Call me "Miss" from now on and go get fucking naked," she said to him.

Charles undressed in his room after letting Ms. Jones in. While he did so, she took a quick tour of the house. She soon came across a room that contained a desk with a computer station, a bed, and an expensive looking chair.

"This must be Sharon's "office" since she said she works from home," she thought to herself.

"I'll fulfill your wildest dreams as long as we go wherever I want us to," Ms. Jones said to Charles, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

Charles nodded his head and let Ms. Jones take the lead. Holding hands, Ms. Jones led him through the house in a way that made it look like she was unfamiliar with the layout before taking him to the Sharon's office. She walked in and set him down on the chair.

[Ms. Evans at home]

"Bleh, there's nothing on," Ms. Evans said as she browsed through her TV. "I guess I'll check and see if ObviousCashGrabStreamer is doing a stream."

Ms. Evans pulled out her tablet and opened her streaming app. She loaded up the stream in question and was met with streamer's room, minus the streamer.

"Huh, she must have forgotten to turn her cam off after she left," Ms. Evans thought to herself.

Just as she was about to exit out, she saw the door to the room open and in walk Sharon's son and Ms. Jones.

"Sit down on the chair, baby, so I can suck your fucking cock!" Ms. Jones said to him.

"TAMMY?! SHARON'S SON?! Gasp ObviousCashGrabStreamer is really Sharon?! I would've never known from all of the makeup and cosplay she wears!" Ms. Evans said out loud.

[Sharon's house]

Since Charles was a tall young man, Ms. Jones had to lower the chair to put him slightly below her ass.

"Are you ready for your first taste of MILF-sex?" she asked Charles.

"Yes, I am, Miss," Charles answered back, sounding like he was in a trance.

Ms. Jones smiled before suddenly untying her top and letting it drop to the floor. Her perfect, colossal titties dropped down and hung in Charles's face. Her bottom bottom was next, revealing her freshly shaved pussy in combination with her stockings; with the webcam getting a close-up of her snug butt-plug. Ms. Jones turned around and bent over, putting her ass right in his face.

"Is that a-"

"It sure is, Charles. That's a plug to get my ass ready to get destroyed by your thick cock."

Ms. Jones got down and adjusted Charles's chair to bring him back up where he originally was and let him massage her tits to his heart's content.

"Are you ready to lose your MILF-mouth virginity?" Ms. Jones asked while on her knees with her back to the monitor.

"Fuck yes, I am," Charles answered.

Ms. Jones ran her tongue over Charles's balls, pulling each one into her mouth to suck on. Once nice and wet, she left her calling-card on them pressing her lips against his sack to leave a perfect imprint of her lipstick. She then moved onto to the cock, taking the tip into her mouth; nibbling and swirling her tongue too. Slowly, her lips went down further and further until they touched the top of his sack. Ms. Jones felt Charles's cock twitch and his hips thrust up lightly.

Compared to normal encounters, she teased Charles quite a bit in an effort to get him to lose himself to his carnal desires. Continuing with her slow pattern, she slid her lips up and down on his dong, leaving trails of red with each motion. It wasn't until Ms. Jones did a drawn-out, sealed-lip, wet sucking sound that he wanted more.

Charles stood up, pulling his dick out of Ms. Jones's mouth.

"Oh, are you not getting enough, baby?" Ms. Jones asked.

Charles did not reply, only stepping to the side and bringing Ms. Jones's head closer to him. Ms. Jones opened her mouth and waited for Charles to ram his dick in. With the scene being captured from the side by the webcam, Charles thrusted into Ms. Jones like a piston.

"gasp Do you want me to be submissive or willing?" Ms. Jones asked him.

"huff I want you to want to suck my cock!" Charles said.

Ms. Jones gripped the back Charles's thighs and started sucking on her own. Charles interrupted her by grabbing her ponytail and using it as a grip to shove her head into his crotch. The webcam now showed him slightly squatting down while a masked-MILF sucked and gagged for an unbeknownst audience.

"cough cough Alright, you're warmed-up enough, so let's get to why you brought me here," Ms. Jones said, massaging her throat as she stood up.

Charles set Ms. Jones up in a mating press position on the chair and got down on his knees.

"Oh, yeah, baby... work that tongue in and out!" Ms. Jones said.

Charles ran his tongue between her lips around her clit before plummeting inside. Ms. Jones's hips quivered lightly as he sucked briefly on her clit as well. Standing up, Charles moved to the side and looked down at Ms. Jones as he stroked his cock to keep it hard. The webcam showed her wet pussy with her handmade lubricant dripping out and down her plug and onto the floor.

"God, Charles! So much of your pre-cum is leaking out it looks like a dribbling faucet!" Ms. Jones said.

Charles brought his cock to Ms. Jones's cunt and finally stuck it in.

"Oh, fuck! Don't hold back, baby! Just go as hard as you want!" Ms. Jones said.

Charles gripped onto the arms of the chair to keep himself grounded. With each powerful thrust, the chair squeaked and shook. Not only did the webcam pick up the video, but it also captured the lewd, sex sounds perfectly.

"Fuck! I'm just about ready to cum!"

"Hold that thought!"

Ms. Jones got Charles off him and sat him in the chair.

"If you can last for another 20-seconds, I'll let you finish the night in my asshole," Ms. Jones said.

Charles shook his head and waited for Ms. Jones to make her next move. Ms. Jones smiled and sat down onto Charles's lap, facing him with her backside to the webcam.

With her hands on his shoulders, Ms. Jones initiated Charles's test. For the next 20 seconds, Ms. Jones bounced and grinded on his lap as if he had the last hard cock in the world. After the time was up, she stood up and watched their accumulated juices spill onto Charles's genitalia.

"Well done! Now stand up and claim your prize!"

With the two standing up and Ms. Jones's still facing her backside to the webcam, Charles slowly pulled out her butt-plug and dropped it on the floor. Charles spread her cheeks open and watched her semi-gaping ass contract and twitch. Two of his fingers sunk-in, causing Ms. Jones to moan lightly.

"hngh I want to cum from a cock, not from fingers!" she said.

Ms. Jones pushed the chair away and put Charles up against the wall across from the desk. With his cock jutting out, Ms. Jones turned around, bent over, and promptly took it up her ass. The webcam caught the perfect moment of entry based off Ms. Jones's face turning from a grin to an angry O-face.

"God, you're thick!" Ms. Jones shouted.

Ms. Jones chose to take the lead for the first few minutes, slamming her ass onto Charles's hips as he stood against the wall; the webcam capturing her swearing and orgasmic-expressions.

"That's it! Keep your cock hard! It's been a while since I wanted a guy to cum in my ass this badly!"

Ms. Jones pulled away and went back to the chair, putting her knees on the seat with her arms gripping the back.

"Come over here and finish me off!" she said to Charles.

Charles quickly hurried over to Ms. Jones. With a foot to the side of her on the seat, Charles re-entered her ass and thrusted harder and faster. The webcam got a clear picture of the fucking and stretching of Ms. Jones's asshole.

"You're doing so good, baby! Finish in your whore's ass whenever you want!"

Ms. Jones's pussy quivered and she squirted onto the chair and desk. Charles groaned and pushed deep into Ms. Jones's ass. The webcam caught the moment of simultaneous orgasms confirmed by the pelvic muscle's contractions.

Charles pulled his cock out, still dripping cum and walked away from Ms. Jones. With him facing towards the webcam, the audience was able to see the mess of lipstick stains and sex-fluids smeared all over his crotch and thighs. Ms. Jones stayed in place for a few seconds with the webcam capturing a stream of fresh cum seeping out of her ass and onto the chair.

"I can still feel you cum dripping down my legs! How was MILF-sex, baby?" Ms. Jones asked Charles.

"It was fucking incredible!" Charles answered.

"Just for that, let me clean your cock for you," Ms. Jones said.

Ms. Jones got on her knees with Charles standing close to the computer table and deepthroated him for a few seconds. She pulled off with a trail of saliva hanging off his cock and gave him a smile.

"I hope you jack off thinking about this night for the rest of your life," Ms. Jones told him before slapping his ass on the way out of the room.

Sharon was nowhere to be seen. Ms. Jones left the house feeling that she didn't accomplish what she had come to do, but still had a fun night.

"I may not have gotten her to walk in on us, but at least she'll have to work in a chair where I blew and fucked her son!" she thought to herself.

*****

"Trust me, you're gonna want to see this!" Ms. Evans said to Ms. Jones.

Ms. Evans pulled out her tablet and loaded up a video: the stream from last night. Ms. Jones' went from confused to mortified. She watched in shock as Ms. Evans highlighted all of the intimate moments she had shared with Charles.

"H-How do you have this?!" Ms. Jones asked.

"It turns out Sharon is actually ObviousCashGrabStreamer, a super popular cosplay streamer, and you fucked her son in her room while her webcam was streaming."

"Streaming? Then, that means..."

"Yep. Thousands, if not millions, just watched you fuck young stud. They'll probably beat their dicks to this for decades. Look at the comments!"

[Ms. Evans shows Ms. Jones the screen]

"Holy shit! Luckiest man alive!"

"Look at how that tight ass stretches! Fucking beautiful."

"If that were me, she would be swallowing nut 6 times a day, 9 days a week."

Ms. Jones put her head in her hands, too embarrassed to function.

"But hey, Sharon's channel got banned because of this and now people think she's a porn producer or something. You've successfully ruined her."

Ms. Jones did not reply.

"Hey, at least you were wearing a mask and the audio distorted your voice a little," Ms. Evans said in an attempt to comfort her.

"God... my son could find this and unknowingly jack it to his own mother. My nephew or brother could too!" Ms. Jones said.

Ms. Jones hid under the blanket on Olivia's couch while Ms. Evans continued re-watching the video.