After the all-night event with the woman from the Department store, Heather and I spent a day alone, just lounging around her house. She tried to teach me things about women, about sex, and ultimately about life; for the most part, I was really only interested in those things she taught me about sex. Still, I listened intently and enjoyed our day together. We had sex in every room in her house and twice in the hot tub. She was tireless in her desire for sex and her desire to please me.
I went home early the next day, tired and sore, but still wanting more. If not for my mother calling and asking for me to come home to help her around the house, I never would have left Heather's house. As it was, I was so tired that I really wasn't much help to my mother.
A few days passed and I visited Heather for an afternoon fuck-fest. She met me at the door with a small, red teddy on and matching high-heeled shoes. Before I was even inside the door she was on her knees sucking my cock. A couple of minutes later I was shooting my load down her throat. From there she made me lunch and we sat in the hot tub drinking wine and talking about sex once again.
"What's been your favorite thing so far, Aaron?" She asked me.
I didn't have to think much about it, "When we went to the sales ladies house, Peg's house , and you two were sixty-nining and I was able to alternate between fucking her and you sucking my cock."
Heather beamed, "Oh I liked that, too. Tasting her pussy on your cock and then when you came in her and your cum drained out of her pussy right into my mouth. OH!" Heather ran a hand over her breasts as she closed her eyes in a look of ecstasy. "That was so hot."
"Of course," I added, "the first night with you here will always be my favorite."
Heather set her glass down on the edge of the hot tub and moved over to me and kissed me deeply. "You're the sweetest young man. I need to do something very special for you."
"You mean sucking my cock as soon as I walked in the door wasn't something special?"
"Oh," Heather grinned and then kissed me again, "I think we both thought that was special." She pulled back a little more and smiled, "Any fantasies? Want me to dress up like a hooker? A female cop? I have a nice French maid's outfit."
I liked the French maid outfit idea, but I had another idea. "I don't have a lot of fantasies, really." I confessed. "But there is something I think would be pretty hot."
Heather's smile broadened and her eyes lit up, "Oh, I'm dying to hear."
I gulped some wine and thought about how to say it. "You know I liked watching you when you were touching yourself."
Heather rose up out of the water and ran her wet hands over her glistening, full, firm breasts. "You mean, like this?" She teased.
"Yes." I answered as I watched her knead her breasts with her hands. "And when you finger yourself and rub your clit, too."
"Oh, would you like to jack off on my face while I do that infront of you?"
"Not a bad idea." I commented, my cock returning to full hardness just at the thought of it. "But I'd like to get a blow job from another woman while I watch you masturbate."
"That's it?" Heather asked with a slight grin. "You don't want to fuck her or have her and I do anything to you?"
"I just think it would be so sexy to watch you while another woman—someone, a stranger maybe—was sucking my cock."
Heather continued rubbing her breast with one hand while she picked up her glass of wine and sipped it. She studied me with a smile on her face the whole time. "Any particular age? Maybe there's a girl you went to high school with that you have been wanting to get a blow job from?"
I thought about it for a moment. Getting a girl my own age would be okay and kind of fun, but I wanted someone different, someone closer to Heather's age, someone who knew, like Heather did, how to really give a blow job. "Nah, most girls my age don't know how to suck a cock."
"Peg? The sales woman?"
"No." I replied, "But someone like her, maybe." I actually did have a couple of ideas, but I had no idea on how to propose them. One was my mother's friend, Adrianna, who had a nice little body and a great pair of lips that I've often fantasized about fucking. The other was my own mother. But, mom was really somewhat of a prude and if she knew about me and Heather, she'd flip, let alone the idea of me wanting to get a blow job from her while I watched her sister play with herself.
Heather set her wine glass down and her hand went straight to her clit. She started rubbing her clit lightly. "This turns me on. You telling me what you want. I'd like to give you exactly what you want."
"But you already give me exactly what I want." I replied as I stood from the water and met Heather in the middle of the hot tub. She kissed me hard, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me down to her. Heather hoisted herself up, wrapping her legs around my back and nearly impaling herself on my cock. We had to maneuver a little bit, but then I was inside of her. With my hands on her ass she bounced up and down on my cock.
After a minute or so of fucking like that I lowered her down into the water so she was half on one of the seats and I was on the floor between her legs. I continued to pump at her pussy while she played with her clit. From this position I could watch her fingers and squeeze her tits at the same time. Suddenly, Heather sat upright and smashed her face to mine in a frenzied kiss. We went backwards, but managed to keep our heads above water. When she broke the kiss she stood up and grabbed me by the back of my head and pulled my face into her crotch.
"Suck my clit!" She nearly screamed. "Oh, Oh! You make me so fucking horny I can't stand it."
And then she was cumming. Her hands held my face tight against her clit as she ground her hips into my teeth and lips. When she was finished she nearly fell down in the water. Heather pulled herself up and fumbled for her wine glass. She took a big drink of wine and sighed heavily. "Oh, you just don't know how much I want to please you!"
"Heather, you please me more than I ever imagined possible."
She drank more wine and smiled that amazingly wicked and fun smile, "You're going to get more pleasure than you ever dreamed possible. I think I know just what you want."
A week passed and I hardly heard from Heather. I started to think that maybe I had pissed her off somehow. On the other hand, my mom went out with Heather twice during the week. Once they went shopping and another time they met for dinner.
I thought this was a bit unusual, seeing as my mom wasn't a big shopper and her and Heather were never the closest sisters one could meet. It wasn't that they didn't get along, it was just that they were different. Heather had always been independent and strong and my mother always seemed quieter and much more dependent on those around her. Heather was outgoing and funny and dressed in the latest fashions while my mom was a jeans and flannel shirt kind of woman. Heather was proud of her body and wreaked of sexuality and my mom seemed to hide her body and never came across as being a sexual person at all.
Well, I shouldn't say my mother was never sexual. One year for Halloween she dressed up as a hooker and took everyone by surprise. I think it was when I first realized my mom had breasts. With all the baggy clothes she wore and loose fitting shirts, I had never even thought about her having breasts.
Though I never saw her body much, I always thought my mom had a pretty face. She had big eyes like Heathers, but her nose was a shade more perfect, her cheekbones a little more prominent and her lips a little fuller. She had beautiful skin and when she wore her hair down (which she seldom did), it framed her face in such a way that one couldn't help but find her very attractive.
My mom and dad seemed to have no real sex life that I was aware of. Dad traveled a lot and mom worked part-time at a hardware store. They were the type of couple that just passed each other and kind of kissed at the air in the direction of the other person. I hadn't even seen my dad hug my mom in probably three or four years. A friend of mine had suggested that my dad was probably getting some pussy when he traveled. I didn't know what to think, neither one of them seemed to have any real passion or desire in them.
School was nearly over and I had planned on working the summer with a lawn care service that was run by my friend's dad. After class one day I swung by my friend's house and caught up with his dad who told me he'd be glad to have me working with him again. I got home just about five and mom was in the basement on the treadmill. She was pretty good about working out at least a couple days a week.
I came down the stairs into the basement and there was mom, running hard on the treadmill, dressed in a sweatshirt and shorts. She had a white headband on that kept the hair out of her eyes. Through the sweatshirt, I could see her nipples pushing against the fabric.
"Call Heather." My mom said breathlessly as I came down to the basement.
"How was your day?" I asked.
"Good, I got six hours in at Hanson's." She referred to the Hardware store by the owner's name. Typically, she got a four hour shift, but this was the third day she had worked more than that. "And I had lunch with Heather." She smiled.
"Does she have more yard work for me?" I asked thinking about Heather's invitation to get me over to the house to work, and undoubtedly have wild sex. I tried not to act too excited.
"She just said to call her when you got home. I thought you'd be home earlier."
I told her about stopping by to see Jimmy's dad and said that I was looking forward to working this summer.
"You'll get all tan again." My mom said as she slowed her pace on the treadmill.
"I remember you used to tan your legs in the summer."
She shrugged, "Maybe I will again. It was easy when we used to go to the beach."
