That was embarrassing. At least he wasn’t masturbating or something. He pressed pause and put the remaining ice cream back in our mini freezer. He picked up some dirty jeans off the floor and slipped them on. Not bothering with socks or shoes he headed up the stairs. The setting sun did little to illuminate the upstairs. And the only other light on was in the kitchen. So that’s where he headed. He turned the corner to see Mrs Orton standing in the center of the kitchen. His dick gave a twitch in his pants and if it hadn’t been attached his jaw literally would have hit the floor.
Her hair done up in a loose bun. Pearl earrings in her ears. She was wearing a little black dress. He had never seen it before. It was sleeveless, with straps over the shoulders. The neckline was so low and the dress so tight that her massive breasts were spilling out. Like they were begging to be released. A pearl necklace wrapped twice around her neck, like a choker, with the excess trailing down into her cleavage. The dress hugged her waist and ended well above her knees. His eyes traveled down her smooth legs to her manicured feet, which wore high black heels.
“Do you have a date tonight with Rich?” he asked.
“No, why?”
“Oh, uh no reason.” he said confused.
“Please take a seat.” She motioned to the counter. he sat.
She turned around and went to the pantry. The dress was backless, showing Mrs Ortons smooth skin and the straps of a lace black bra. She bent forward at the hips, reaching for a bottle of wine. The black fabric became even more shear across her round ass. Were it just an inch or two shorter he could have seen the bottom of her cheeks. His dick gave another twitch.
“Would you like some wine?” she asked Mike.
“Uh, no thanks.” Mike replied and She straightened.
“You don’t mind if I have some do you?” she asked, grabbing a glass from the cupboard.
“No, no. Obviously.” She poured herself a glass and as she did he noticed she wore a pearl bracelet, matching the earrings and necklace. She raised the glass to her pink lips and tilted her head back. Which gave Mike a great view of her neckline. While she drank deeply from her glass he abandoned all caution and gazed deeply at her Goddess figure. The glass clanked back onto the counter and his eyes returned to hers. She leaned forward against the counter, giving him an even better angle of her ripe breasts. The pearl necklace not dangling forward, as it was trapped between her mountains of flesh.
“What were you watching down there?” she asked.
“Huh?”
“The movie, what were you watching?”
“Oh, that. Uh just a something on Netflix. I don’t really know.” he stammered back.
“You don’t have any plans tonight?”
“No. I was just planning on staying in.”
“me too.” She said.
“Vicky is gone. Bachelorette party.”
“I know.” She said, and took another sip of wine. This time not taking her eyes off me.
A long silence followed in which they just looked at one another. What was going on? Whatever it was he was not going to make a fool of hisself again.
“What was it exactly that you needed my help with, Mrs Orton?”
“Do you like my new dress?” she asked.
“Is that what you needed me for?” he asked confused.
“No. But what do you think?”
“It look stunning.” he said truthfully.
“You don’t think it is too revealing?”
“Well, uh. it is… different from the dresses you wear to church.”
“Speaking of church, did you like the sermon last week? The one on carnal desires and not giving in to temptation.”
“Mrs Orton, what was it you needed his help with?” She strutted around the counter and stopped next to me, naturally he turned on his stool to face her.
“I told you to call me Jennifer.”
“Jennifer, what can he help you with?” She took a step closer. He could now smell her perfume. With him sitting, and her in her heels she towered above him. His dick gave another twitch in his pants.
“What tempts you?” she asked me.
“I don’t understand…” he stuttered. She grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him off of the stool into a standing position. Standing up they were eye to eye. Thier faces only inches apart.
“I want to know what tempts you. What are some of your carnal desires?” She asked again. His dick gave yet again, another twitch. What did she mean? His mind was racing. What was this all about?
“Uh.. Uhm.. I suppose there are a lot of things that tempt me.” he stammered back. His eyes kept darting to her lips, and then back to her blue eyes.
“Do women tempt you?” They were standing so close now that her giant breasts were almost touching his chest. And inside his chest his heart was beating faster and faster.
“No.” he lied, then realizing she probably knew that was a lie he thought it might be better to tell the truth, “Well, yes. Some do.”
“Some do? Which ones? Who?” she took another step towards him. Her boobs were now pressed up against his chest. She could not be any closer. “Do I tempt you?”
“Huh? What do you mean?” he asked.
“I saw you watching me. I saw you out of the corner of my eye when you think no one is watching. Am I a carnal desire of yours? Do you lust after me?” her voice had dropped almost to a whisper, even though we were alone.
“What the hell? Is this some sort of test? That must be it, she is testing me.” Mike was asking himself as blood was rushing from his brain to his dick, making it difficult to think clearly. But he tried to choose his next words carefully.
“Well, uh… yes. You are a beautiful woman, so yes you are a temptation.” he swallowed. “But like the preacher said. We need to practice self-discipline; any carnal desire is possible to overcome… right?”
“I don’t know. I have been thinking a great deal about what the preacher said. I admit I’ve gone back and forth. But do you know what I have concluded?” she whispered.
It took Mike a minute to find his voice, but he managed to squeak out, “.. no”
“I’ve come to the conclusion that some temptations shouldn’t be forsaken. This life is short, and sometimes it’s better to embrace that desire. To own it, and make it your own. Sometimes it might be better to throw yourself face first into the tempest of passion. After all… isn’t that what gives meaning to life. Surrendering to, and letting yourself become overtaken with ecstatic… raw… passion.” Her last words were emphasized. And then her mouth was left partially open, just a couple inches from Mike’s lips.
“What is she implying? What is she saying?! h
If this is a test he am going to fail.” Mike was saying within himself.
He gently placed his hands on her face and pulled her the rest of the way. His lips pressed up against hers. A tiny explosion erupted at the point of contact and spread like electricity though out his entire body. His knees felt weak. he was kissing Mrs Orton, and so far, she hadn’t pulled away yet.
Then, as if awoken from a deep slumber she kissed him back. She sucked his bottom lip in between hers, released it, and then came back for more. Explosion after explosion went off on his lips and spread like the first, throughout his entire body. His knees regained their strength and he wrapped his arm around her waist. He pulled her in closer to himself, smashing her chest against his. Her breasts feel so good against him!
He kissed her back. Thier lips grew moist as they smacked against one another’s. Thier kiss grew more intense until their mouths were opening wider and wider. He felt her tongue venture into his mouth and then quickly retreat. He let his tongue explore her upper lip, tracing it lightly.
Jennifer love that, she latched onto his tongue with her mouth and pulled it in. Thier tongue’s wrestled back and forth, their lips smacked. She put her arms around his neck and he wrapped his second arm around her waist, pulling her into himself as hard as he could. They couldn’t get close enough.
Mike couldn’t believe he was actually making out with Mrs. Orton. He was kissing his girlfriend’s mother!
He pulled his mouth away from hers and released her from his arms.
“Wait, wait.” he gasped, ” We can’t.” she kept her arms around him.
“But why? Don’t you want it?” she asked.
“Yes, of course I do. But you are my girlfriend’s Mother.”
“I want it to.”
“But just because we both want it doesn’t make it right.” He reasoned.
“What makes something right? And what makes it wrong? If two people both want something doesn’t that make it right? I’ve thought a lot about this. That night we spoke of my divorce, and of being fulfilled, I sent you downstairs and I shouldn’t have. I went to my room that very night and pleasured myself wishing that it was you doing it for me.” She said and Mike’s dick gave a twitch at hearing that, “If it feels so good it can’t be wrong.”
“But your daughter, I really care about her.” She smiled.
“I know you do. It’s one of the things that attracts me to you so much. I care about her too, even more than you do. And even with all that love for my daughter, I still want you. And I know you want me too. I’m glad you are hesitant; I probably wouldn’t be comfortable if you weren’t a little hesitant. But now that you have offered to stop, it only makes my desire grow.”
She unlocked her hands and moved them to his shoulders. Then she let them slide down to his chest. The slid further down to his abs, one hand stopped there. But the other kept going, past his waist and stopped on his growing bulge.
She is touching it! She is touching his junk! Through his pants, but still, she’s touching it.
She gave it a gentle squeeze, “I want this. If you stop us again then I will stop. And I will leave it at that. But I don’t think you will…” she gave the bulge in his pants one more gentle squeeze and then put her mouth on his lips again.
Mike felt it was wrong and at the same time, it feels so right! She is so damn sexy! But what would his girlfriend think? All these thoughts and more were racing through his mind. But who was he kidding, he wanted this more than he had wanted anything in his life. He wanted Mrs. Orton and she wanted to give herself to him. He would let her. He was letting her take this as far as she wanted it to go.
He kissed her back, hard and forced his tongue into her warm mouth, then writhed it around. She bit his lip lightly. He pushed her back a few steps until she was up against the wall. Then he pushed himself into her sculpted body, leaning with his hands on either side of her head. She reached up underneath his arms and placed her hands on his upper back, she then pulled him into her as much as she could.
He moved from her mouth down to her neck, he kissed and sucked, leaving small pink hickies on her white skin as he went. She breathed heavily and hotly into his ear as she ran her fingers through his hair.
“Touch my body.” She breathed into his ear.
She didn’t have to tell him twice. He had been dying to explore her body since the day he first met her.
He ran his hands down her side and then onto her back. He lowered them until they rested gently on her butt. Then he grabbed two handfuls of her ass and pulled her against him, grinding his pelvis into hers.
“Aahh…” she whimpered into his ear.
With one hand he lifted her thigh so that she wrapped it around the back of his leg and held it there. With the other hand he left her ass and traveled up her side to hear heaving chest. He cupped it from underneath and grabbed a handful through her dress and bra. He massaged it while they kissed and grinded into one another. He abandoned it temporarily and moved down her stomach. he slipped it underneath her dress and was heading between her legs. When he was inches away he could feel the heat coming off of it. She stopped and grabbed his arm, halting his progression.
“Not here. Follow me.” She said.