Chapter One - Paul and Jane
Dave was my best friend. We had been buddies since Junior High but that didn't stop me from fucking his mom's brains out when I was 18.
You've got to know something about Dave's mom Jane; she is one hot, and horny little bitch, if you know what I mean? She doesn't believe in growing old gracefully, not that she's old, she had Dave when she was 16 so by the time I was 18 she was still in her early 30s. Dave's father had shipped out years ago and her second marriage had ended in divorce not long after Dave and I met at school.
I remember thinking what a hot tomato she was then but I didn't say anything to Dave, he's great fun is Dave but he is a bit of a prude where his mom is concerned. I think he is under the illusion that she is the second Virgin Mary, let me tell you Jane is anything but that! If there were any awards for sluttish behaviour, Dave's mom, would have won every single one and got the highest scores going. But I'm getting ahead of myself here.
Dave went off to college just after his 18th birthday, I did too only I stayed at home because unlike Dave I wasn't clever enough to get any scholarship to study out of state. Not that I minded, because even before Dave left for his new school I knew that Jane and I were going to make some pretty loud music together.
Not that she said anything directly, but a boy knows, you know? The way her hand would slide across my leg when I was sitting next to her at the breakfast bar in her house, how she wore the lowest cut top whenever she knew I was coming around, and especially how she smiled at me with those beautiful blue eyes and licked those large wide pouty red lips.
I'm a pretty good looking guy so I'm not surprised that Jane wanted me. I'm in tip top physical condition, football and basket ball does that to you, I'm over six foot tall with pale ivory skin, jet black hair and green eyes with flecks of violet in them.
All the same Dave's mom is a real stunner, for all my good looks, she's just under six foot tall, firm tanned flesh, rounded but never fleshy buttocks, a tight little waist and her tits, well lets put it this way, have you ever seen two firm beach balls side by side, rounded, smooth and eager to be played with? Well think of those beach balls and you are only half way there!
One day I caught a proper glimpse of her tits, when she was drying herself off after a day out at the beach. She has nipples like two swollen plums and large areoles, all I can say is that Dave must have sucked his mom's tits dry when he was breast feeding as a baby, because there is no other way they would be that shape and size.
I love Jane's hair, it is red gold, and long and curly and I can't wait to grip those wonderful locks when I am ramming my cock into her hot little body.
Of course I didn't jump her bones the moment Dave left for school. That would be too crude, also I like to play games, and I get the impression that Jane does too, though I don't think she realises that I play hard-ball and I play real well. Okay, I don't have the experience she has sexually but I've fucked quite a few girls at school, and last summer I was banging the substitute Phys Ed teacher along with half the male senior year so I know what can get a girl going and keep her going.
Jane invited me around to the house a couple of weeks after Dave had gone to college. She wanted me to fix a broken cupboard in her kitchen. I had promised Dave I would keep an eye on his mom so my parents didn't think anything of it when I casually told them that I was going to give Jane a helping hand. In fact my Dad lent me his car and gave me 20 bucks toward the petrol.
Jane greeted me warmly, kissing me on the cheek, a soft gentle kiss which one could mistake for motherly affection, but the hand on my butt was far from being motherly, and she smiled at me and said.
"Thanks for coming around Paul, Dave promised to fix the damn thing before he left but he forgot."
She led me into the kitchen and the broken cupboard. Of course she could have fixed it herself, Jane was no delicate fragile little female but we both knew the game we were playing and we were both more than happy to play it from beginning to end.
So I fixed the cupboard, did a good job too and she made some lemonade for us to drink as it was a warm afternoon. We drank it by the kitchen bar and I stared at the flimsy outfit she was wearing. A short pleated black skirt that barely covered her firm ass, in fact it was so short I could see the tiny pink thong she had on underneath it, a sleeveless crop top t-shirt that was far too tight and flimsy, it strained over her tits, and she had no bra on, not that she needed one really.
She was wearing stilettos, white six inch high stilettos, and her evenly tanned legs looked even longer than they normally did. She smiled at me, holding her glass of icy cold lemonade to her lips and sipping it.
"You'll think me quite wicked Paul," she said breaking the silence, knowing I was eyeing her body with more than just a friendly gaze, "But I got you under here on false pretences."
"Did you?" I murmured not taking my eyes off her and she smiled again, a wide lascivious and downright horny smile.
"Yes," she said and she put her lemonade glass onto the bar and reached for me and seconds later we were kissing, a deep, long hot kiss. She tasted like mint and lavender, sweet and heady and oh so very delicious.
I gripped her bare buttocks, my hands moulding her firm tanned flesh, pushing up her short skirt and pinching and squeezing, pressing her into my crotch which was stirring considerably.
We parted, panting as we did.
"My!" she gasped, "You know how to kiss, don't you?"
I grinned, "I know how to do a lot of things," I said.
She grinned back.
"Like what?" she asked and I slid my hand under her top and began to roll one of her nipples between my finger and thumb. Her eyes widened and I could feel the flesh mottle under my touch. He breathing increasing and my groin stirred further.
"I'll take my top off," she finally spoke but I stopped her.
"Pull it over your tits," I ordered her, "I like it that way."
She obeyed, smiling at me as she did.
"You've got a great pair of tits," I said and before she could answer, I grasped one firmly in hand, fondled it roughly whilst latching onto the other with my mouth and sucked it...very, very hard.
She let out a cry of surprise, the tit in my mouth went rock hard and she jerked against me. I had shocked her but it was a pleasurable shock, she liked it, she liked it a lot, I could tell.
I came up for air, and said mildly and looking less ruffled than she did.
"I'll stop if you want?" but she shook her head and I slowly traced my forefinger around the spittle covered areole, making her squirm.
"We'll do things my way" I said softly looking into her artic blue eyes, "You'll do what I want, won't you?"
"Are you up for it?" she gasped, trying not to be disconcerted by my intense gaze and I laughed a low gentle laugh.
