Mom and I shared an apartment on the first floor of an apartment complex. I drove mom to work every morning, attended my classes and returned home until time to pick up mom. I had returned to college to get the few credits I needed to teach math.
Dad? I prefer not to mention are talk about him. He was a no good drunk and good riddance to him wherever he is.
There was a new couple in our four-apartment complex, living right above us. They seemed like newlyweds, as they were always kissing and hugging each other. As their bedroom was right above mine, I could hear them fucking nightly. The apartment complex was apparently built cheaply and sound insulation was nonexistent.
This was quite a torment, as I had no girlfriend at present and usually ended up masturbating after listening to them for a few short minutes.
I use the term "a few short minutes" literally. John was quick as a bunny and I felt sorry for Jane. I figured there was no way in hell he was satisfying his young bride.
Jane apparently did not work as I saw and chatted occasionally with her when I was home after classes. John worked long hours and I rarely saw him spoke to him.
Mom got to know Jane in a very unusual manner. She had learned their schedule by clearly hearing their every move. Mom discovered that they were receiving the newspaper and on Sunday morning mom would steef their newspaper early in the morning, returning it before they retrieved it at breakfast. That is until one morning mom neglected to replace the paper.
"You lowlife tugboat son-of-a-bitches." We heard Jane loudly accusing the two tugboat captains that shared the apartment across from her. "I want my damn paper back."
Her hammering on their door, no doubt, left Jane with the impression that they were cowards, not home or possibly not the culprits.
My mother was scared out of her wits to the point she could not return the paper that morning.
A couple of days later I saw Jane out in the side yard. I confessed the whole affair with the paper and begged her not to say anything to my mother. I told her my mother had promised not to take her paper again.
Jane and I had a good laugh and all was well. Mom however apologized later.
All was well to the point where I began to get baked goodies from Jane almost weekly. She was a good cook and seemed to laugh easily.
It was not long until we were sharing her baked goodies in my apartment during the afternoon. She openly admitted she preferred my apartment. If her husband or family happened by, she could easily leave by my backdoor giving the impression she had been outside. I looked forward to her weekly supply of goodies and always invited her in to share.
"How did your mother know when to get the paper and put it back?" She queried one day while having apple pie.
"Unfortunately, we know y'all's every move. The walls of these apartments are paper-thin and living on the first floor we hear just about every move you make. Mom apparently knows your schedule on Sunday mornings." I replied.
Her left hand went to her mouth! "Jon, are you serious!"
"Afraid so." I told her.
I watched her trying to hide a mischievous smile.
"Which bedroom is your mother's?" She questioned.
"Hers is to the right." I answered. "Mine is to the front."
"Thank heavens! I would be embarrassed to no end if I thought your mother's bedroom was under ours. How embarrassing would that be?"
"If I'm understanding you correctly, you don't mind me hearing you and bunny John doing your thing, but it would embarrass you that my mother would hear?"
"Bunny John!" She said before breaking into a hysterical laugh. She was laughing so hard she had trouble with the rest. "I get it! You are funny!"
I studied this 5'5", bone slender little blonde of probably 22 years as she laughed herself silly.
I was not going to tell her that my mother had indeed heard their short minutes of lovemaking, while we sat on my bed going of our finances.
My mother's eyes widened first at the sound of the thumping of the bed, then, widened again when John's feet hit the floor in less than five minutes.
We looked at each other knowingly and could barely contain our laughter to a subdued volume.
"How often does that happen?" Mom queried.
"Which one? Their lovemaking or the bunny hop!"
We broke up again laughing uncontrollably.
"Bless her heart!" My mother finally managed to say.
Back to the present.
"I'm sorry if I miss spoke." I apologized. "But I don't find anything funny about a man not satisfying his wife."
"You're what, 25 or 26?" She questioned. "You've been married, I suppose?"
"No! But I've had enough girlfriends and read enough to know both people need to be satisfied."
"Don't kid yourself!" She defended. "I'm well satisfied. I take care of myself! I let my fingers do the walking and a few toys."
"To each his own, I suppose." I retorted.
I had embarrassed her and she excused herself and left without finishing her pie. I thought I might have alienated her but she was back at the door the following week with a cake. I invited her in as had become the habit.
She appeared a bit withdrawn as I tried to converse with her. Then.
"I've been thinking about what you said." She said confidently.
"About?"
"About two people satisfying each other." She offered. "I think I need to consider that."
"Then, talk to him!" I said. "Tell him how you feel. Give him something to read."
"I will consider that." She replied. "But I was thinking a little bit more about the here and now."
I looked over my piece of cake at Jane. My index finger pointed back and forth between she and I.
"You mean this here and now?" I queried.
"Yes. I know your schedule too. We have at least three hours."
Jane moved towards me. I scooted my chair backwards and she took a position on my lap wrapping her arms around my neck. We kissed passionately. We kissed passionately for many minutes. I was not brain-dead! This gal desired TLC and I wasn't about to let my own neglected sex life get in the way.
I finally placed my hand on her right breast. Her tits were small and so perky I had not considered her being braless. She was. I thumbed her nipple and she slipped her tongue into my mouth. I was surprised at her quick rise to passion.
Moving my hand to her right thigh, slipping under the thin material of her cotton dress, she spread her thighs and my hand palmed her panty-covered treasure as her slim ass lifted
As my fingers probed her protected pussy, she tried to suck my tongue from my throat.
"Let's go to your bedroom!" She said breathlessly, breaking our kiss.
She scooted off my lap and I placed my hands on her almost nonexistent hips and guided her out of the kitchen, through the living room and through my bedroom door.
Quickly, we disrobed.
She literally bounced into the bed landing on her back. I followed her just as quickly and flipped her over to her belly. I began to ravish her flat ass, kissing, squeezing, licking and nibbling.
