“You are not going to make this easy are you?”
“Come on chicken. ” Brad says goading me.
Placing my hands behind me on the ground, I tilt my head back and mouth open.
I can feel my shirt rise, completely exposing my pussy.
I know without looking that Brad has placed his hand between my thighs to support himself. My adrenaline kicks in and I almost raise up to quit, but Brad’s looking straight at me, so I ignore it and try not to let it get to me.
I feel Brad pouring the jack in my mouth and I let it accumulate before swallowing. I motion him with my hand to stop, but he ignores me and continues to pour. I quickly turn my head to stop the flow. This doesn’t prevent a good stream of whiskey from spilling down the front of my chest running under my shirt. I swallow quickly trying not to choke. Popping my shirt a couple of times clears some of the spilled whiskey, but most is running down my cleavage.
“Wow! I’m gonna feel that in a few minutes” I choke out and sit up. Brads’ sitting beside me with his hand still between my thighs, a mere few inches from my very swollen and wet pussy. I am dying to fidget or move but don’t want to be a prude, so I continue to sit still.
“Truth or dare!” I spout to Brad.
“You want me to say truth so you can ask about Ms. Petersen, but that’s not G rated. Your gonna change the game. Do you have the balls for that mom”? Brad says in a lower voice trying to look intimidating.
For some reason his hand between my legs is driving me crazy, it has grown exponentially in my mind.
“Well if Ms. Petersen took advantage of you I should know about it Brad. You need to tell me what happened” I ask as I stroke his arm affectionately ,trying to sound sincere.
Brad laughs, “well it was a couple of nights later and she knocked on my door. I had avoided her for a couple of days because I was so embarrassed. She started apologizing for walking in on me the first night and that she should have knocked. Then she very calmly asked me would I like for her to do that for me.”
“No way!! I scream, “are you serious!”
“Yep” Brad says and I can see his face, he’s not lying.
“What did you do”?
“what do you think I did”? Brad asks looking at me waiting for my reply.
“You got up and ran out of the room.”
Brad just shakes his head no.
“You let her?”
“Well I said sure if she wanted to and she just reached over and worked my pants down before I could think too much about it. She started jacking me off and before long; I was hard and started cumming. She put her mouth on me and I cum in her mouth.”
“I can’t believe this. Ms. Petersen is older than me!”
“Yeah she’s 62 right now. That’s been years ago though.”
“Did she.. you know swallow?”
“Yes she did. She does every time.”
“Everytime? There have been other times?”
“Yeah, I call her my ace in the hole.” Brad says laughing.
“OH, Brad I get the feeling I don’t want to know what that means.”
“Yeah well, she’s a sure thing is what I mean.”
“Yeah I figured that.”
“I just walk next door and she knows what I’m there for.”
“OK ,OK,” I say covering my ears I’ve heard enough.