‘All the boys at school had pictures of their mothers and as we got older, they were passed around.’ He did not need to explain to her the reason why, the thought of all those young males looking at her ignited the fire in her belly.
‘When I turned eighteen, my mind was preoccupied with sex; the young girls and women in the town which surrounded the school. When I couldn’t get out, I needed a distraction…… You were that distraction.’
The ache in her belly sank, her pussy now on fire as she suddenly thought of Jonjo masturbating to her picture.
‘Watching you touching yourself was erotic: my cock was throbbing. It was more of an impulse at first, a need to see and touch your fanny. I thought you would have gone crazy at me initially, but when you allowed me, I wondered if you had been fantasising, the same as I had.’
His words, plus the image of those young men, had Caroline hot and ready. When she climbed down off the breakfast bar stool, she had plainly left a damp area where her vagina had been situated. They didn’t bother clearing a space. Jonjo hoisted her by her buttocks as she fumbled to locate his shaft in the right spot. And then as he slid inside her, he slammed her up against the wall.
With her arms around his neck, she rode his cock; their groins banging together as her cunt expanded and contracted rapidly. Her tits were crushed against his chest as they kissed, mouths working against each other as tongues explored.
It wasn’t a long episode, simply a quick fuck which set Caroline up for the morning, her son’s cock exploding inside her pussy and triggering her orgasm.
Showered and dressed; at one point, she hadn’t known if she would make it out of the cubicle. Jonjo’s hands had been all over her body, and it had been difficult not to succumb once more.
‘Well! That’s another first,’ she thought. ‘Fancy me turning down the offer of sex.’
Downstairs in the lounge, she had asked her son. ‘What do you want to do today, Jonjo?’
He gave her a lecherous look, which made her laugh. ‘Later,’ she had told him.
‘I planned on meeting a couple of friends in the city. Fancy tagging along?’ He asked her.
When she accepted his offer, her son had a strange request. ‘Dress like you did on the day you picked me up from the station. You will drive Mark and Alan mad.’
As she went to change, Caroline was faced with two contrasting dilemmas. On the one hand, she was apprehensive. Jonjo was asking her to dress in a manner that would display elements of her body to arouse his friends. On the other hand, it excited her. The thought of two young men ogling her had already started that feeling in her belly.
Just as she had done for her son, Caroline dispensed with her bra. The tight “V” necked sweater clung to her curves and helped support her tits as well as display her ample cleavage. She searched her drawers for the tiniest thong she owned; she needed something that would at least delay the juices, she knew would start to flow. She finished with the same skirt, the one that just about covered her buttocks and showed off her legs.