As he got in the car, Kirk grabbed his cel phone and dialed the number marked 'X' in his address book. Jane answered. "Hi, sweetie."
"Hey. I don't have a lot of time, so I had something specific in mind."
"Mmmm," Jane purred. "I like when you know what you want."
Kirk took a breath before spelling out his fantasy. "Be on your knees at the back door. Topless. Naked if you want, but I'm only going to need your mouth and your tits."
"Okay."
"I'm going to fuck your face and cum down your throat."
"Sounds good baby. How soon should I expect you?"
For a moment, Kirk marveled out how easy it was to talk like this with his mom's neighbor. "About ten minutes."
"See you soon hun." Jane hung up before Kirk could.
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Fucking an older woman had always interested Kirk, but he'd never thought it would happen. College was an ocean of late-teens and early-twenties girls, and if you knew what you wanted, it was easy to find a good lay. He didn't actually expect to hook up as often during the summer, when he went home to stay with his mom. But Jane Ross, his mom's divorcee neighbor, had other plans.
Kirk was in the kitchen talking with his mom as she baked him a birthday cake. His 19th birthday had actually fallen right in the middle of finals, possibly the most stressful week of his life so far. So coming home to a home-cooked meal and a real birthday party was nice. But then Mrs. Ross came in, wearing a sundress and strappy heels.
Jane had been divorced for about ten years, but she'd kept her husband's name, not to mention his house and a good chunk of his money. Kirk didn't know if she did anything for work, but she appeared to live comfortably. He'd done lawn work for her occasionally growing up, but until that day, he hadn't see her up close in a least three years.
She was blonde, in her early forties, a little bit older than Kirk's mom, but she looked great. Yoga or Pilates or spin class, or maybe even all three, had kept her in good shape. Real tits pushed out against her dress, and Kirk did a double take when he noticed her nipples poking through the cotton. She pretended not to notice that.
Kirk and Jane -- still Mrs. Ross at this point -- sat at the kitchen island across from Kirk's mom, who moved between the oven, counter-top and fridge as she worked on Kirk's cake. Basic pleasantries exchanged, Kirk's mom launched into a description of the shopping adventure she'd undertaken to get all the fresh ingredients for the cake. Her back was to them.
Kirk realized after a few seconds that while Mrs. Ross was responding to his mom's talking, chiming in with the occasional comment, she was staring at him, waiting for him to make eye contact. Her mouth was open slightly, with her tongue pressed against her bottom teeth. Her hand was lightly touching her abs. When she got Kirk's attention, she reached up and pulled her sundress down a little, exposing her left nipple.
He stared, his eyes darting between the nipple and Mrs. Ross' eyes, which were fixed on his own. She wiggled her eyebrows. He went a little slack-jawed, and then she covered up and tilted her head toward his mom. Kirk came out of his stupor and looked to his left. His mom was just turning around, looking right at him, as if she expected him to say something. He had enough sense not to look at Mrs. Ross, so he just stared back at his mom.
"I asked if you wanted the icing to say anything special, hunny," she repeated.
"Um, no, whatever you want is fine." His mom nodded and turned back to the counter.
He got control of his reeling brain and turned back to Mrs. Ross, not sure if what had just happened was real. She was smiling at him, and she'd re-positioned herself on the stool. Her dress was pulled up in the back, her bare legs were resting on the seat, and she was working the front up slowly with both hands. Her knees were slowly spreading apart.
Kirk glanced at his mom again, making sure she was caught up in her baking, and her storytelling. Then he directed his full attention to Mrs. Ross' thighs, more and more of which were coming into view. He licked his lips. He could see by now that she wasn't wearing panties.
Then in one smooth motion, Mrs. Ross lifted the hem of her dress up to her bellybutton, exposing her pussy. There was a light bush of strawberry-blonde hair at the top, but her lips were bare and exposed. Not too firm, looking wet already. Kirk stared a few moments more, then looked up to see her grinning at him. He mouthed without speaking, "what the fuck?"
Mrs. Ross stood up and turned toward the counter, moving closer to Kirk. Her left hand snaked quickly down into his waistband, past his underwear, and grabbed his quickly growing cock. Kirk flinched, gasped, and stiffened his entire body. Mrs. Ross reached over with her other hand and closed his mouth. Then she pointed to the counter where Kirk's mom was working, and asked, "What are you doing with the orange peels there, Becca?"
Kirk's mom glanced back at them, but the island counter-top hid what was going on in Kirk's pants, where Mrs. Ross was slowly stroking him. "Oh, this is supposed to be some sort of 'H&G secret', to keep the chocolate fresh. I don't know, I thought it was worth a try." She turned back to her work and started talking about the daytime talk show that had showcased the orange peel trick.
Mrs. Ross took Kirk's right hand in her right hand, and lifted it over her head to behind her back. She let go and reached behind herself, taking his hand again, and guided it down to her butt. Kirk took her meaning well enough and grabbed her ass. She gave his cock a squeeze to signal her approval.
Kirk's mom's phone rang, and she picked it up and began talking to someone from her work. She'd taken a day off to cook for her son, but apparently her job couldn't be done without her, so she began a lengthy explanation of a computer procedure to the person on the phone.
Mrs. Ross and Kirk both stood at the island counter, facing Kirk's mom, groping each other. Kirk quickly ventured under the sundress, and down between Mrs. Ross's thighs, each progression marked by another playful squeeze on his cock. In a few minutes, he'd worked a finger up into her pussy, and found her smooth and well-lubricated. He was just about to get another finger in when she broke off and pulled away.
"I gotta go check on my laundry Becca, I'll be right back," she chirped. Kirk's mom responded, "OK" without turning around, and continued her phone call.
But Mrs. Ross didn't leave. Instead, she squatted down below the counter-top and slipped the straps of the sundress off both her shoulders, pulling it down and exposing her tits. She rubbed her nipples and made sexy faces up at Kirk, who watched in amazement, occasionally checking that his mom wasn't looking toward him.
After less than a minute had passed, Kirk grew adventurous, and unzipped his pants. He slid them down past his waist and pulled his cock out. Mrs. Ross leaned forward and took it in her mouth. She sucked his cock better than any college girl ever had. Her technique was amazing.
It only lasted a few minutes, because Kirk couldn't contain his moaning. He realized he'd been vocalizing when his mom turned to him and asked, "Hmmm, what's that dear?"
