**All characters are fictional and of a consensual age.**
Ballsy: Mrs Brooks P3
As she pulled up to the window, she couldn't help but notice the stares she was getting from the employee. She didn't care; in fact, it only turned her on more.
Anne leaned in towards the window, her tongue darting out, swiftly licking as much of a large glob of cum from her cheek as her tongue could reach. She savoured the salty taste, her eyes locked onto the young cashier's wide-eyed expression. The cashier, a young man, probably not much older than Jamie, reddened, his eyes widening even further at the sight. Anne chuckled, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Here you go, sweetie," she said to Jamie as she took her coffees and a napkin from the employee and passed them over, who was still staring at her, his mouth agape.
Anne paid by card and took the glazed bun from the employee. "Here you go, baby," she said as she handed Jamie the bun. She spoke loud enough for the employee to hear, "I got you some sugar." Anne reached over and waited with puckered lips for Jamie to kiss her.
Jamie obliged, then took a big bite of the bun.
Anne turned back to the window. "Mama got to get some sugar too." She told the employee.
"You have a great day!" she called out, winking at him before she pulled away, leaving the poor guy speechless.
Before she had merged onto the main road, Jamie had reached over and pulled open Anne's blouse; he reached into her bra and took hold of her breast; she could feel his sticky, bun-coated fingers on her plump flesh.
Jamie pulled his hand free before exposing her large breast over her bra. "Anne, you're such a tease. its so ballsy that you like to show off and take risks to get me excited." His eyes were gleaming with admiration as he took in the sight of her tit.
Anne gasped, looking down at her exposed breast, then back up at Jamie. "Shit! You are so naughty," she scolded, but her voice lacked any real conviction and was laced full with excitement.
"You're going to get me pulled over or worse." Anne's heart pounded in her chest, her breaths coming in short gasps.
"I know, ballsy, right? Jamie said as he took another bite of the bun.
Anne's eyes widened. "Oh, fuck," she moaned, her body arching against his touch.
Anne took a hand off the wheel, and her fingers rushed to the buttons of her blouse, eagerly popping them open one by one, revealing more and more of her creamy, voluptuous skin. She pulled her other breast free from the confines of her bra, offering the view to Jamie like a gift. "Is this what you like, Jamie?" she asked, her voice full of need.
Jamie's eyes marvelling at their softness and size, his gaze and face told her he liked it.
Anne's eyes flickered between the road and Jamie, her heart pounding with excitement. she tiled her head back and shook her long hair, allowing her tits to sway as she did.
"You can touch them."
She breathed, her voice heavy with desire. "Play with them, squeeze them how you like."
Jamie sat back in his seat. "I'm good; I'll play later with them. Right now I will just eat, drink, and watch them sway as you drive us home, and I must say." He said as he took another bite of bun.
"It's so ballsy of you to take the ride home slow, considering how horny you are to get me to your house." Jamie managed once he had washed down the bite.
"I wish you would get your cock out for me to enjoy." She said. Anne's eyes were locked onto the road, her voice low and husky. "I could play with it, maybe even suck it a little."
Jamie, with his mouth full of another bit of bun, spoke, "That's a treat for home, and it's so ballsy to be driving your young lover around town with your tits out, never mind how incredibly turned on you are to fuck him once you get him home."
Anne chuckled, her eyes flitting between the road and Jamie, a teasing glint in her gaze. "You know, I've never been one for breaking the rules, but right now, I'm fighting every instinct to hit the gas and get us home before my family returns. God, it's killing me."
She shifted in her seat, her breath hitching as she fought the urge to pin the accelerator to the floor and get him back ASAP.
Jamie leaned back in his seat, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. "It's a good thing I'm not in a hurry," he said, taking another leisurely bite of his bun.
Anne's eyes widened at the sight of his mouth, his teeth gleaming with glaze as he chewed. She forced herself to look back at the road; she wanted him now; her pussy wanted him right now.
She flicked a glance at him, her eyes darkening with desire. "Eat up," she urged. "You'll need your strength. I have plans for you when we get home."
Jamie smiled, crumbs sticking to his lips as he took another bite. "Mmm, this is delicious," he said, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
"But you know what would make it even better?"
Anne raised an eyebrow. "What's that?"
"If you had baked it for me in your very own kitchen, while wearing your sexiest, skimpiest underwear," Jamie replied, a playful grin spreading across his face.
Anne's cheeks flushed, but her eyes sparkled with amusement. "Oh, really? And what makes you think I'd do that for you?"
"Because it's ballsy, Anne. Because I know you'd love to look after me and for me to ogle you as you fuss over me in your lingerie. It's so ballsy, but cheating with me behind your hubby's back, behind the back of your whole family, turns you on immensely." Jamie's voice was low and sultry, his words sending a shiver down her spine.
Anne felt a sudden compulsion, an overwhelming desire to not only ravage him sexually but also to mother him, to look after him, to nurture him as if he were her own. She wanted to pamper him, to coddle him, to make sure he was well-fed and cared for. She wanted to make him her little boy, her own special project.
As she turned the corner into their neighbourhood, she couldn't help but glance down at her exposed breasts, a mix of excitement and trepidation as she was eager to please but also aware of the neighbours.
"Jamie," she began hesitantly, her fingers already working the buttons of her blouse, "I think I should probably... you know, cover up a bit."
He looked up from his bun, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Why? Don't you like having them out for me?"
Jamie asked, his tone playful yet slightly concerned.
Anne could see the leering look in his eyes--a look that made her insides flutter with both excitement and nervousness.
"I do," Anne confessed, her voice wavering slightly. "But what if someone sees us?" She cast a quick glance around the street, her heart pounding in her chest as she pulled onto their street.
"Oh Anne, it's so ballsy to risk it. It turns you on to be risky." Jamie told her.
