"Oh, we met in Professor Zapatow's class. International Relations."
The name of the girl sitting at the dinner table opposite Jennifer was Miriam. She was a young beauty, the same age as Jennifer's son, Andrew, an 18 year old college student. He was also present at the table, the otherwise pale white skin under his light brown hair having taken on an unusually reddish hue, his blue eyes fixed on the plate of pasta before him. Miriam had dark skin, shiny black hair, and almond shaped eyes. She was absolutely gorgeous, a petite college girl wearing a maroon blouse and tight jeans. Jennifer couldn't help but feel pride at the hottie that her son had managed to bring home, not to mention an unbridled attraction that she was doing everything in her power to hide.
There was no need to embarrass Andrew any further. Barely two hours ago, Jennifer had come home looking like an absolute slut who had just had the sex of her life. She had been blushing red, sweating, panting, and her dress was covered in unmistakable stains. After a long shower full feelings of regret and humiliation, she had realized that she had forgotten the message about coming home with a new "special someone" that she had received from her son the previous day. Had her mind not been preoccupied with dirty adventures, she would have remembered it and made sure to look more presentable. Neither of the kids had said a word about it during the dinner of spaghetti leftovers that Jennifer had heated up as an improvised welcome feast.
Well, kids and kids. Andrew was in college on his own now, and so was his girlfriend. Jennifer had to remind herself of that. It was time to start treating him like the adult he was. His eyes were still fixed on his plate of food. She felt sorry for him, and a bit ashamed of herself for the first impression that she had given. At the same time, she was still hornier than ever before from the exhibitionistic adventures at the mall earlier that day. The mood at the table was full of tension in all directions, and Jennifer did her best to keep up a semblance of a normal conversation for the remainder of the dinner.
Afterwards, they had gone their separate ways, Miriam with Andrew into his room, and Jennifer into the master bedroom. After her shower, she had changed clothes into something more mommy-like. Grey sweat pants and a matching hoodie, as well as house slippers that she took off and placed beside her queen-size bed. Her feet still ached slightly from all the driving and walking around the mall. As did her pussy. Going to the mall and taking those pictures, and all the orgasms along the way, had made her feel hotter than ever before, and the effect still lingered.
Facing the full body mirror in her bedroom, Jennifer took off her hoodie. Its fabric was thankfully thick enough to cover up her lack of bra underneath. Anything else would have made the dagger-like state of her nipples obvious. Her breasts were heavy and flushed. She slid her sweat pants down. Her legs were long, with thick thighs and toned calves. She was just a few inches shy of six feet tall, in her bare feet. Lightly circling her erect nipples with her index fingers, she admired the full figure of a mature woman in the mirror before her. She had dyed her hair blonde to hide the greys, but other than that, she was a natural looker at the ripe young age of 44. Thick and voluptuous in all the right places.
She still had to upload the pictures to the man she was talking to online. She did not know much about him, but he called himself Dominan when they were chatting. Her right hand had wandered down to her pussy on its own, she found after recalling the events earlier that day when she took the pictures of herself, probably the lewdest she had ever taken. Her pussy had a neatly trimmed curly bush of dark brown hair, and a finger was circling her wet, engorged clit, sending waves of pleasure through Jennifer's body with each lap. The pleasure was immense, and she would go over the edge quickly if she continued. Stopping would not be easy.
As she climbed towards the edge, she struggled hard to contain her moans to breathy gasps. She forced herself to stop masturbating, reluctantly. Her son's new girlfriend didn't need to hear mommy-in-law moaning through the bedroom walls in addition to the introduction she had gotten earlier that day. In the mirror, she could see her pussy throb with disappointment, juices running down her slick inner thighs. Biting her lower lip, she sat down at the computer to upload the pictures for Dominan. She had to cool down somehow, and decided to lie down and take a nap when she was done with the pictures. Hopefully that would do the trick.
She awoke to a soft knocking on the bedroom wall, followed by a whispered "shit, careful". Jennifer was still naked, a thin sheet covering her body up to the bottom of her breasts. Her nipples were standing up like towers, pointing straight towards the ceiling. Her right leg was crossed over her left, and a decorative pillow had somehow found itself lodged in between them, putting pressure on her clit. More knocking ensued, followed by more frantic whispers. She couldn't quite make out the words, but it was clear to her what was going on. Her hips started gyrating, grinding the pillow into her clit with each thrust. The noises from the next room spurred her on, making her even hornier than before. So much for cooling down, she thought.
After throwing off the sheet she had been sleeping under toward the foot end of the bed, Jennifer rolled over on her left side, legs still firmly crossed around the decorative pillow. Putting her left arm under the pillow she had been sleeping on, she burrowed her face into it, trying to muffle as much as possible, and started gyrating her hips hard. Her right hand tugged on her aching nipples, as she ground the decorative pillow into the bed with her pussy as forcefully as she could. The pillow under her face absorbed gasps, drool, and the occasional moan. Her right ear was free, so she could still hear the knocks on the walls, and the whimpers coming from the next room. Her mind filled with images of Andrew pleasuring his hot girlfriend. Sitting behind her and fingering her. Eating her pussy. Holding her down and fucking her from behind.
Waves of pleasure soared through her entire body with each thrust. She was squealing desperately into the pillow for some relief, as the edge started approaching faster and faster. Maybe a decent orgasm would set her straight, she reasoned, and slid her right hand between her legs and the humping pillow. It was soaked all the way through, as if it had just been pulled out of a pool. She would have to wash it, and probably the rest of the bedding, when she was done. Her right index finger started rubbing her throbbing clit, dispelling all thoughts of practical matters, as her middle finger dived into her pussy hole. It was like dipping into a hot puddle. The knocks on the wall started coming at a quicker interval.
The orgasm washed over her, and she buried her face deep into the pillow. It was warm and wet with drool and orgasmic tears. Her right hand was clamped hard between her legs and the humping pillow, and she could feel a warm gush of juices flowing out over it. Her toes curled as her legs locked up, her pussy throbbing with each orgasmic wave of pleasure. She rode the waves, helplessly, as they slowly ebbed out. The bedding definitely needed replacing now, she thought, and promptly fell back asleep.
Her eyes opened. Jennifer was wide awake, after what must have been a long night of dreamless sleep. The clock on her end table said 4:49. She felt refreshed and energized, and there was no way she would be able to go back to sleep. Her legs were all wet, sticking to the sheet she was lying on. Apparently today was laundry day. Stretching her arms out and arching her back, she let out a long sigh of relief. Yesterday had been the most intense day in recent memory. She got up and stepped out of the bed, leaving the slippers on the floor. It would be easier to sneak around barefoot.
Before doing anything else, she sat down at the desk and logged on to her computer. Jennifer had sent the pictures from the mall to Dominan hours ago now, and he was usually quick to respond. The thought of how he might have reacted to them, and what he might tell her next made her start to feel hot again. She squirmed a bit in her seat, her pussy demanding attention again. She should probably have put on panties, or laid something on the office chair before she sat down, but that was too late now.
As she had hoped and expected, there was a new message notification from Dominan. Jennifer opened it eagerly.
