AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story owes a great debt to "Six Times a Day" and its author, spacer_x, along with many others.
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Josh woke up on the following Saturday morning, a full eight days later, to the shrill chirp of his cell phone receiving a text message. Hardly opening his eyes, he reached to the night stand for the phone and snatched it up.
"Morning, sleepyhead. Come outside. Waiting in car." The message was from Lana.
It was only 7:15. He groaned. He'd been looking forward to a long sleep on the weekend. He'd spent the last week trying to wrap his head around what had happened the previous Friday night with his mother. They had done their best to avoid each other, it seemed. Josh picked up extra hours that pushed his return home later and later each night. His mother seemed to be out later, as well, claiming that she had made a new friend at the office. Josh was part-relieved at her absence, but part-jealous, as well, wondering who this new friend was and what they might be up to.
Unprovoked and terrible thoughts about his mother raced around in his mind, unbidden. He could recall with perfect accuracy the feel of her skin, the sound of her moans, and the view of her panty-covered pussy. He was easily distracted and found himself getting uncontrollable erections in the middle of work.
Maybe Lana can do something about it, he thought. In truth, he was a little annoyed with her. She hadn't called all week, despite numerous attempts to reach her.
He rolled out of bed, splashed some water on his face, brushed his teeth, and threw on a clean t-shirt. As he walked down the second floor hallway, he noticed that the door to his mother's room was now closed, just as it had been every night since he spied on her. Or the night she had opened her door to be spied on. He still wasn't quite sure which.
Not wanting to wake her, he crept down the stairs and out the back door, which was quieter than the front door.
As he rounded the house, he saw a large, white SUV parked at the curb. Lana had the window down and sipped at a coffee, looking perfectly content.
"Sorry to wake you. I assume I woke you, anyway. Boys your age are up all night. I'm a morning person myself."
With her sunglasses pushed up on her head, pushing the her thick brown curls away from her face. The early morning sun lit her face to its full radiance. She looked fresh and eager, and just the sight of her woke him up.
"Get in," she said.
"Where are we going?"
"Nowhere. But I have donuts."
He hopped into the car immediately. She punched him in the arm as he sat down, laughing. "So predictable," she said.
"What can I say? I'm a growing boy."
"Mmm, I'll bet." She reached over and gave his cock a squeeze, but pulled it back immediately. "Have a donut," she said, indicating the box. "I brought you a coffee, too."
"I don't really drink coffee."
"You should. Coffee isn't just about the beverage. It's a social tool. It allows certain interactions to take place that other beverages simply don't offer."
He stared at her blankly.
"Let me rephrase. It's a big boy thing. You're a big boy. Drink the coffee."
For the life of him, Josh couldn't tell whether she was patronizing him or not, but he took a sip and tried not to make a face.
"It's habit forming, but you'll thank me for it anyway," she said.
"So why are you here, anyway?" Josh asked.
"Oh, lots of reasons. I was awake. I wanted to talk to you." She smiled. "I was horny."
He made a face and looked out the window. "Oh, now you're horny," he said, mumbled in exasperation.
Lana gave a sigh. "Joshua." He didn't respond.
"Joshua, look at me. I can understand why you might be annoyed with me. I was not very good about getting back to you this week. You're probably all pent up with boners and no release, am I right?" She slid a hand over his leg and gave a playful squeeze. "Am I right?"
Josh nodded and gave a small smile.
"I'm sorry, Josh. I've been busy with an important client and there just wasn't time. But I'm here now."
His erection had gotten the better of him and he knew he wasn't mad at her anymore, not really. "Do you want to go somewhere?"
She seemed to think for minute, then said, "Yes. Hop in the back."
He clambered between the seats to get into the wide, bench seating in the back. He expected her to start the car and take them back to her house, or the Kit Kat Club, or the even a quiet side street, but instead she crawled into the back to join him. Before he could even ask what was happening, she started pulling his pajama bottoms down.
His cock was half-hard already from simply being near her.
"Mmmm..." Lana moaned, and wrapped cool fingers around him and tugged. He began to swell immediately.
"Shouldn't we, I don't know... go somewhere?" But even as he asked the question, he really didn't care about the answer. Her hand felt too good. The smell of her permeated the car. And besides, he knew by now that Lana was the one who called the shots in their relationship. If she wanted his pants down -- in a car, parked in the middle of his neighborhood, in front of his house, in the early morning sunlight, with the front windows down -- well.. so be it.
She stroked a few more times until he was completely hard, then lowered her head to his lap. He felt a warm, wet sensation envelope his cock head. There was a puff of warm breath that tickled his pubes, then her lips slid down to cover his entire length.
Oh, my god," he moaned, then stopped suddenly. "Wait, don't we need a condom?"
She looked up and him and smiled. "Not anymore, silly. That's what the doctor's visit was for. You're clean. I'm clean. I can't get pregnant, so the skies the limit."
Right, he thought, that makes sense. Why else would she have set that up? He leaned back into the seat and Lana's mouth enveloped his cock again.
"Oh my god," he moaned. "Lana, that feels incredible."
She giggled and moaned. Her lips slowly came back up to the tip of his dick, then back down again. Up and down. Slow, sensuous strokes, wet and slippery. He felt her tongue swirling around him.
"Glam mah heh," she garbled.
"What?" he asked.
