The events depicted here in took place not long after those of "Meet the Fuckersons". I am retelling parts of this story that I was not present for, but felt were important to the continuity of events. I have attempted to be true to my understanding of how these events actually happened.
Kevin and I had agreed to meet at my house after work on a late summer Friday. We were planning a weekend getaway to the Maine coast. Driving along the coast and staying in little bed and breakfasts that we found along the way. It seamed as though it would be a wonderful romantic getaway.
But . . . it turned out to be one of
those
Friday's at the office, the ones where things don't go right all day and the things that need to be done by the end of the day are barely started by mid afternoon. So there was little chance that I was going to get out on time. I grabbed my phone and gave Kevin a call. He didn't pick-up and I left him a message letting him know that I would be late. I then called Mom to let her know that Kevin would be coming over to pick me up, but that I was going to be at least a couple hours late. She told me not to worry, that she would keep him entertained until I got there. And I had no doubt that she would.
* * *
Kevin rang the doorbell and waited. It was not long before the door opened to reveal my mother in low cut, loose fitting top and a tight pair of jeans. "Why, hello Kevin. It's so good to see you. Won't you come in?" She held the door open for him, though not quite leaving enough room for Kevin forcing him to brush against her hard nipples on the way into the house. The material of her shirt was thin, and he could easily feel the rigid eraser heads of her nipples. Mom closed the door behind him, and instantly wrapped her arms around Kevin pulling him toward her. She pressed her lips to his, pushing into his mouth with her tongue. Kevin flinched slightly; he had still not become accustom to the open friendliness of our family. But he did kiss her back, his tongue intertwining with hers. Mom's hands slipped down to Kevin's ass, squeezing it, and pulling him into her. She could feel his cock starting to respond through his pants.
Mom broke the kiss, taking a step back from Kevin. "Can I get you anything to drink?" she asked.
"Thank you, but I think that it would be best for us to just get on the road." It was then that he noticed that I had not yet appeared, packed and ready to go. "Is Lisa here?" he asked.
"Lisa is running a little late, something came up at work that won't her get away. She thought that she would be at least a couple hours late," Mom explained as she led Kevin up the stairs from the front door and into the living room. She gestured to the couch while she bent over to neaten the things on the coffee table. "So now is there
anything
I can get you?" her loose shirt falling open leaving her breasts fully exposed to Kevin. "Just let me know if you seen anything you like, or if you want something to eat," Mom said sweetly, as if her tits were not on display.
"You are such nasty tease, Marie."
Mom looked up a devilish grin on her face. Kevin had taken a seat on the couch directly opposite from were Mom was standing enjoying the view down her shirt.
"Now that you mention it, I do see something delicious that I would like to eat. Why don't you come over here?"
Mom walked straight to Kevin, then sat right on his lap, one knee on either side of him, and her ass perched on his thighs. Kevin could feel the heat coming from between her legs as she pressed herself into his hardening cock. This pushed Kevin past any point of shyness he might have been feeling. He grabbed Mom's loose shirt and pulled it open exposing her full tits to his view. Grabbing one in each hand he started to roughly squeeze and massage them. He leaned forward and took her right nipple into his mouth, sucking on it like a starving child. Mom moaned grabbing the back of Kevin's head and holding him against her while pushing her tit into his face; mashing her breasts into him. Kevin tried to suck more of her tit into his mouth, taking as much as he could; flicking across her nipple with his tongue.
Kevin slid one hand down to Mom's ass, taking one cheek in his strong grasp and squeezing it. This served to increase the raggedness of Mom's breathing as his movements started to stretch her quickly moistening pussy. Mom moved one hand to her right breast, pinching her nipple, while keeping Kevin's mouth firmly in place on her left. Kevin continued to play with Mom's ass massaging it through her clothing, groping and squeezing her. He shifted freeing his other hand from where it had become tangled in Mom's shirt, and placed it on her pussy, sliding his arm down between their bodies. Mom's pussy was on fire, Kevin could feel her heat radiating through her jeans. He pushed his palm up on her pussy, grinding the heel of his palm into her. Mom responded immediately, crying out with pleasure, pushing her pelvis down on Kevin's hand. She grabbed his face with both hands and lifted it to hers; mashing her lips to his in a frantic kiss. Their tongues intertwined chasing each other from one mouth to the other. Mom moaned into Kevin's mouth as he continued to rub and caress her pussy and ass; squeezing, grinding, massaging with increasing urgency.
Mom released Kevin's head, grabbing at his shirt and pulling it open. Their mouths continued to grind together as Mom slid her hands into Kevin's open shirt, and ran them over his muscled chest. Her hips were gyrating in Kevin's hands as he continued to work her ass and pussy. The heat radiating from her depths was incredible. He knew that she needed more, needed him inside her. He needed to be insider her, but not yet, that could wait. Kevin wanted to make his girlfriend's mother cum at least once before he fucked her. He did want, needed in fact, to feel her pussy, not through her jeans, but directly with his hands, he wanted to feel her wetness, her heat. Kevin grabbed at Mom's belt pulling open the buckle roughly; he tore open her pants, exposing the front of a black lace thong.