This is a continuation of my series. You may want to read the first three stories before you read this to get a sense of the context. I wasn't sure the category. It could go in fetish or mature. I chose mature. Your comments are appreciated
Story copyright 2011 by Garterbelt.
Chapter 04: The Next Morn
The sunlight was streaming into my bedroom as I slowly awoke. The smell of freshly brewed coffee hung in the air. I stretched and smiled, remembering how I found Jonathan in his mother's room, what I taught him about making love to a woman and how his hard cock felt inside me.
It was a soft knock on my door.
"Yes?" I answered expecting to hear Mrs. Abernathy, telling me that my breakfast was ready. The door opened slowly, and Jonathan stuck his head in and said "Good morning. I've made breakfast for you."
"I'll be right there." I answered. I slipped out of bed, brushed my hair quickly, put on a touch of lipstick, and slipped a satin robe over my chemise and slipped my feet into a pair of 3 inch marabou mules.
I went into the dining room. The table was set, the orange juice, freshly squeezed, and the croissants, fresh from the oven. Jonathan was sitting at the table, dressed in a black satin robe, with just the touch of lace trim on the cuffs of the sleeve.
"Jonathan" I said, "Did you steal that robe from your mother's closet? What will Mrs. Abernathy say, if she sees you?"
"Yes, I did" he said a little embarrassed "but its Sunday and Mrs. Abernathy doesn't work today. I...I just wanted to thank you for last night."
"You are a naughty boy." I said as I gave him a big hug and kissed him on the cheek. As we hugged I could feel the beginnings of an erection. He stepped back quickly and pulled the chair out for me and we sat down and enjoyed our breakfast without even mentioning what happened the night before.
We talked about a lot of things, my job and schedule, his school, how he was having a few problems in one course, how he would be graduating in two months and where he would go to grad school. He sounded like a shy high school freshman, not a college senior about to go to a top graduate school.
I reached out and touched his arm.
"You'll be just fine," I told him, "I can help you with your assignment."
"Really" he said.
"Sure," I replied, "go get your stuff while I clear off the table."
I cleared the table, putting the dishes in the dishwasher while he went to his room to collect his assignment. He arrived back carrying a pile of papers and his lap top. He went through the assignment, arranging the papers on the table as he explained the problem. I listened carefully, analyzing as he explained and I knew what needed to be done.
I stood up and started reach for the documents I needed to show him the solution and how I arrived at it. I reached across Jonathon for some papers and my breast accidentally brushed against his arm. I glanced at Jonathan and noticed that he was staring at me. I followed his gaze and looked down and realized that as I was bent over the table my chemise had slipped and exposed my breasts. He was longingly looking at my nipples. I looked down into his lap. His satin robe had a huge tent and when I looked up into his eyes, he turned a bright red!
"I think I know what your problem is. " I said, "You're having trouble concentrating on your school work, when you're really dreaming about my breasts. "
He turned even deeper red. Staring into his eyes, I reached down and felt his hard cock underneath the smooth satin robe. I gently caressed it, and looking into his eyes and said
"Or is this reason that you're having trouble concentrating on your school work? "
He nodded, embarrassed.
"It's okay," I said, "Would you like to caress my breasts? ".
He nodded slowly but his hands didn't move.
"I think, "I said as I slowly and gently ran my hand up and down his hard cock" that if a girl is doing this to you it's probably okay to caress her breasts."
He reached out and touched my breasts, caressing them very gently through my chemise. I felt my nipples grew hard under his gentle touch.
"Would you like me to help you with your concentration problem? " I asked.
"Yes" he said as I slowly sank down to my knees. I opened up his robe; his cock sprang free.
I slowly took his cock head in my mouth. I swirled my tongue around and around and around. I felt his body stiffen. Then, I slowly took as much of his cock into my mouth as I could, moving up and down, up and down, up and down. I took his cock out of my mouth. I ran my lips along the length taking my time, spending time on the underside and swirling my tongue around his swollen cock head. I took my hands and gently caressed his balls as I continued to suck his cock. He was moaning and thrusting.
"Please, please," he said "stop it! I'm coming!"
I took my mouth away from his cock.
"How would you like to cum in my mouth? "
Without waiting for an answer, I took his cock head into my mouth and ran my lips up and down the head while swirling my tongue round and round especially on the sensitive underside. I pumped the length of his shaft with one hand while massaging his balls with the other, faster and faster and faster. I felt him tensing up as I sucked and pumped.
"I'm going to cum," he cried out, "I'm going to cummmmm" and suddenly, he came, gobs and gobs of cum exploded in my mouth as he came again and again. I kept swallowing and swallowing. He came so much it I couldn't swallow it all and it just dribbled out the corners of my mouth.