All the characters depicted in this story are 18 years old or older.
It had been a couple of weeks since David had confronted his mother after catching her making out with his friend the night of their football party. She hadn't seemed the least bit concerned about his accusations but had given him a blistering hand job just to insure his silence. Of course once David had submitted to his mother's lurid seduction he was in no position to go telling tales to his father.
David had kind of mooned around after his mother following her brusque masturbation, hoping she might be enticed to do him again or even go a little further. He knew it was wrong but after the ball draining jerk-off session his mother had treated him to, he could think of little else. He was horny all the time, constantly getting hard-ons whenever she was around and there was nothing he could do about it.
Unfortunately, after she had compromised him, Marcia had taken no particular notice of her son's longing glances or his stuttering compliments. It was business as usual around the Clark household and as far as 'getting any' was concerned, David was just out there in the dating trenches like all the rest of his friends.
Well not exactly like all of his friends. Although David was something of an athlete and a reasonably good looking young man, he really hadn't had much luck with the girls. His problem was basically a lack of self confidence. A lot of his friends were getting laid all over the place, if you could believe them. They were comfortable with the girls at school. Girls would approach them and flirt with them and these guys would flirt right back, pawing and groping at these girls in ways that David thought was down right rude. And they'd be the guys that were always getting lucky. It never seemed to happen for David. If he so much as laid a hand on a girl's shoulder at school she'd invariably look at him in a way the made icicles form on the lockers.
There was one girl he had been seeing lately. Her name was Amy and she and David got along pretty well. She was pretty in a kind of home spun sort of way. All curly blonde hair, fuzzy sweaters buttoned up to the neck, and long pleated skirts that went down below her knees. David liked her a lot and decided to ask her out on the weekend. His parents were going to a party and the house would be empty.
His mother answered the door when she arrived on Saturday night
"Hi Mrs. Clark!...I'm Amy Anders!...David asked me over!.." the shyly smiling young lady said when Marcia opened the door for her. Amy clutched the stack of books she was carrying tight to her chest as she came inside. She was wearing a prim little pink sweater, a long skirt and sneakers
"Oh hello Amy!...David told me you were coming over. ..Come in!..." Marcia said a little hurriedly as she stood in the doorway adjusting an earring.
It was obvious she was going out. Marcia was all dolled up in a little black cocktail gown with a plunging neckline that displayed her magnificent cleavage in a most dramatic fashion. Her wavy mane of black hair fell artfully down to her shoulders. Her eyes and lips were heavily made up giving her a very sultry look. Her earrings matched her long pearl necklace that shone brightly against the bronzed slopes of her breasts.
"You look very nice Mrs. Clark!..." Amy said.
"Thank you dear!...David!...Amy's here!..." Marcia called down the hall.
David had heard the door bell and was already stepping into the hallway when his mother called his name.
"All right sweetcakes!...Let's you and me blow this pop stand!..." David's dad, John, said jauntily as he skipped down the top of the stairs.
"Oh, hello there!..." he said with a broad smile, slowing his step when he noticed Amy.
"Dad this is Amy!...I mentioned she was coming over before!...I asked her over to study for a bit...Then we're gonna' have a pizza and watch a movie!..."
"A pizza and a movie!...You bet!...One of those slasher flicks with the hockey masks and the chain saws where your girlfriend gets all terrified and melts into your comforting arms!...Sounds like fun!... What do you say babe!...Want to ditch the party?..." John teased, leering at his wife and winking salaciously at Amy.
"Dad!..." David groaned.
"John!...Stop fooling around!...We're late enough already!..." David's mother said impatiently, rolling her eyes at Amy.
"You two be good!...We won't be too late!..." Marcia said as she dragged her chuckling husband out the door.
David was embarrassed, not so much by his father, as by what his father had said. In fact David had rented two blockbuster horror films and had every intention of trying to take advantage of Amy if and when the opportunity arose.
Everything was going pretty much according to plan. The study was just a hasty review and they got through that quickly. When the pizza came, David poured a couple of glasses of wine and they ate in the kitchen. When they were done, David refilled Amy's wine glass and they headed into the den to watch the big screen TV. They were both enjoying the wine and pretty soon Amy was snuggled into the crook of David's arm, shuddering as the mayhem and dismemberment unfolded on the wide screen.
David finally summoned up the courage to turn Amy's face up to his and kissed her.
Amy didn't object and as a matter of fact David was surprised when her little tongue slipped between his lips and darted half way down his throat.
"Mmmm!...That's nice David!...I like the way you kiss!..." the little blonde murmured when they finally came up for air.
"Unnnn!...Jeez Amy!...Wow!...I'm really glad you came over!..." David responded enthusiastically.
Amy pulled him back down for another round of kissy face
"Just wait a minute while I..." David eventually managed to gasp, getting up and turning the lights all the way down.
He came back around the couch and grabbed an armful of giggling Amy.
Pretty soon all pretense of watching the movie was gone and the two young people were grappling together on the couch.
David was getting feverishly aroused with Amy's moist little tongue flailing away in his mouth like a roto-rooter. Whenever they'd break for air her lips would slide up towards his ear where she would moan contentedly.
It wasn't long before one of David's hands came up and cupped Amy's nubile young breast through her sweater. It was as firm as a softball with an elongated nipple that David could clearly feel jutting into his palm, even through her bra and sweater. Amy mashed her lips to his in response to his fondling and squirmed at his eager touch.
David's cock was soon fully erect and pressing urgently at the front of his pants as he groped the little blonde on the couch. But when he tried to slip his hand up under her sweater to get at her tits, Amy moaned..."Unnn!...Nooo!...David!...Waitt!...Like this baby!...Please!...This is nice!..." as she grasped his hand and pulled it back up onto her sweater covered chest.
David was content to do as Amy asked for a little while, but as all that french kissing got more and more heated, he was soon trying to get at her tits again and Amy again fended him off with giggling protests and little moans of endearment.
Then he tried to move her hand down to his crotch. She let him press her palm against his boner through his pants but as soon as he let go of her little hand she would slide it over onto his thigh which she would squeeze warmly.
"Please Amy!...Just touch it for me!...Just play with it a little!..." David finally begged her, pulling her hand back onto his aching hard-on.
"It's just...!...Oh David!...I don't want to go too fast!...Can't we just...!..." Amy moaned, pulling David's face back to hers for more sloppy kisses as she moved her hand away from his straining tool and back onto his thigh.
David groaned with frustrated excitement as he went into another tight clinch with the writhing little blonde.
It wasn't actually very late when Marcia and John left the party. They had been having a good time but it turned out that the crowd was a little bit older so things just sort of wound up a little early and everyone headed off in different directions for home.
Marcia had John's cock out in the car for the drive, giving him a little pre-sex warm-up for when they got home. She sat well away from him, reaching across the seat to jack him off. She batted his hands away when he made a grab for her then went back to jerking his cock. Whenever they came to a stop light she would lean over towards John so that her melon sized tits were almost falling out of the scooped neckline of her dress and shake them at him.
"Keep it up you bitch!...You keep shaking 'em like that and you'll be walking bow legged for a week when I get you home!..." John growled in excitement, helplessly hunching up into his wife's tantalizing fingers
"You always were such a sweet talker!...You be careful or I'll get you off right here and you can spend the rest of the evening watching the late, late, late show all by yourself!..." Marcia teased, giving her husband's cock a flurry of frenzied hand strokes that had him gasping with arousal.
"Alright!...Alright!...I give!...Take it easy!..." John groaned, his testicles lurching as he writhed under his wife's lewdly pumping fist.
Marcia just smiled at him like the cat that was about to eat the canary as she went back to giving him a leisurely, but still incendiary hand job.
When they pulled up in the driveway Marcia's hand was dripping with John's sticky pre-come. She deftly tucked him back into his fly, wiped her greasy palm across the front of his pants, then skipped out of the car as John tried to drag her to him across the car seat.
As she walked up towards the house she noticed that Amy's car was still parked in front. John was right behind her and when they went inside he grabbed her by the hips and pulled her back against him, grinding his hard-on against her luscious ass.
"Wait!...' Marcia said quietly as John started to grope her.
