Before I knew it she had grabbed the phone from my hands.
“What’s this then Jacko?” Then she read aloud Sue’s text and whistled when she looked at the photo.
“No! That’s private stuff Simmi. Personal!” I protested, trying to grab it back.
But it was too late. She was already thumbing through my erotic body closeup photos of Sue.
A heart stopping moment.
“So who’s this red hot MILF your giving a seeing to. Come on. Dish the dirt. Your a fucking dark horse Jacko. Until today I never thought you had a good fuck in you,” she said, zooming in on the shots trying to make out who it was and where it had been taken.
(Thank Christ Sue had changed her sender address. Luckier still, Simone hadn’t swiped the photo gallery far enough back to spot the backgrounds of the shots I’d taken of Sue the night she went out with friends)
“Does your mum know you’re fucking this older woman?” she asked incredulously.
“Fuck no!” I blurted out. “She’d fucking kill me if she ever found out, probably kick me out of the house.”
I reached out to take the phone from her but she arched away out of reach and was desperately trying to forward one of the photos to her own smartphone.
My heart beat fast and I sprang towards her luckily managing to snatch back the phone from her an instant before she was able to send the message.
I was in a cold sweat by now.
Simone sensing I was vulnerable, threw her head back and hooted in amusement at my panic.
“Jeez, Jacko, chill, it’s just a bit of fun!” she said.
(Fun for her maybe. For Sue and me it was far to serous a matter to laughter at.)
Had she managed to send it I’m sure it would have gone viral, not just around the college but across social media!
Sue would have died of shame and it would have been the end of any possible relationship between us.
(Think about it! My 36 year old Mum sending her 18 year old son photos of her cunt!
Christ. It doesn’t bear thinking about!)
With my phone secure in my jeans pocket, we lay looking at each other as if a bomb had just gone off between us.
I was looking sheepish and embarrassed, Simone sat wide eyed but grinning in admiration.
My trouser friend had finally deserted me leaving my hard-on to shrink back to normal.
She spoke first, with a mixture of curiosity and glee.
“We all had you down as a virgin, Silverback,” she said, using my new nickname, “and I wanted to be the first to pop your cherry. Now here you are, a fuck boy screwing frustrated MILFs and even photographing them. I mean, deep respect Jacko.”
She lay studying me for a moment or two. She had been playing with the cum on my wet thigh and now held the palm to her lips, inhaled the smell and licked her hand clean.
“So you get off on all that stockings and suspender shit do you?” she asked.
I nodded and said, “And high heels, I love them,” answering truthfully, hoping this news might be a big turn off for her. As an afterthought I added,”Push-up bra’s and lip gloss too.”
Now she was thoughtful.
“You don’t wear them yourself do you, you’re not one of those sissies that really want to be girls?” Here eyes swept up and down my hairy muscular body then burst out laughing at the thought. I joined in at such a wild idea.