Instinctively, Lon attacked Jean’s clitoris, the next few flat laps sweeping up directly across it from bottom to top, defeating the protection of it’s hood. Jean clutched the chair arms and quivered — the intensity was SO astonishing! "Easy! God! Along the sides, please!" she gasped out.
Lon grinned to himself. This was fun! The downside, however, was that his cock was like tool steel … Next, he dropped down and located her hole and probed it with his tongue; from Sex Ed he knew that was where her actual vagina was. She seemed to like that too, if you could tell from her moans and groans…
She did. Jean was biting her lower lip to keep from crying out. There was something about this whole deal that was so incredibly NASTY — and the control piece was a big part of it! No wonder Candace and Toby fought to run things — having herself serviced like this was such a turn-on! She glanced up at Rick, who was watching Lon work avidly and obviously hurting from the way his hands were opening and closing and moving here and there … They locked eyes; Rick’s were smoky with lust…
And that was the end of Round One! Jean blew her top, shrieking, her eyes rolling up. Her ass started jouncing on the chair and Lon had to wrap his lips around her clitoris to stabilize his efforts — but she was already surging her way through her orgasm, anyway! Lubricant poured from her vagina onto Lon’s lower face — and initially, he mistook it for urine, until the taste proved that it wasn’t. Then he dove back in.
Jean pushed him away and slouched back, one hand on her chest tracking her thudding heart, "Oh! Ohmigod! Oh!"
"Is that it, then?" Lon asked. The testosterone rush he was feeling had him thinking he could probably lift a car.
"No," Jean gasped. "That was … just … Round One. You haven’t … been aroused … enough. You’ll … have to … work harder … the second time…"
"So it’s about getting me hot?" Lon clarified.
"Yes," Jean replied, getting her breath. "It’s working, isn’t it?" She eyed Lon’s trunks, which had a visible ridge leading to a damp spot. "You need to control yourself, even when you’re hot…" She shifted her eyes to her son, "You, too, Young Man!"
Rick groaned. When Mom’s eyes lit on his, he thought he was going to blow in his shorts! God! When had she suddenly gotten so hot? Thank God for Beth and Candace — suddenly, Mom was all about temptation…
"Okay, Lon, Round Two," Jean waved him in. "Congratulations! You’re … very talented … I predict that you’ll have very happy girlfriends…" Then she threw her head back; Lon was working his tongue into her again…
This time, it took longer — almost ten minutes with her directing him here and there and to do this and that. Some things he figured were deliberately less enticing, so she could get a grip and make things last longer (and he was right!); some things were experiments even for Jean, who hadn’t been eaten by a man in several years — and the run-in with Candace had been too quick and exciting to get any comparison data from. Eventually, though, Jean directed him away from a hot target one time too many, and Lon shifted straight from tongue fucking her to sucking her clit on no notice — and added a finger! Jean surged over the top, "AAAAHHHH!!! DAMN you, you sneaky bastard!!!! Oh, GOD!!!! UNGH! UNGH! UGGGHHH!" She had just enough time to realize she had been outmaneuvered before the shock waves hit!
Lon settled back, resting his sore tongue, working her pussy with a finger in her pulsing vagina and his opposite thumb rubbing her clitoris. Jean was right about ONE thing — this was super hot, watching her get off! Lon’s cock was pulsing inside his trunks, just millimeters short of blowing a load without even being touched! Lon glanced over at Rick, who was sheepishly rubbing himself through his shorts.
Jean collapsed back into the chair, wasted. "Enough!" She pushed away Lon’s fingers. "I guess you managed to pass. Go away, you two, and leave me alone for a while. Lon, you can work on presentation for your apology — I’ll listen to it next time I see you. Now go!" She waved listlessly, and the boys got out of there.
In the living room, Lon turned to Rick. "Jeezus! I could jackhammer concrete with this thing! I’ve GOT to get some relief!"
"No shit!" Rick croaked. Gazing back at the door to the den, he added, "I don’t think I’ll ever look at her the same way again…"
"Let’s call Beth!" Lon suggested.
"Cool!" But THAT was the source of the unintentional irony in their situation; when Toby answered the phone, it was to inform them that Beth was working and wouldn’t be home until after eleven p.m.! That left Rick with Candace, theoretically — but actually, Candace was still smarting from the previous day, and wasn’t answering her phone — and Lon with a whole lot of nothing…
Chapter 20
Posted: February 21, 2009 - 01:29:38 pm
So they went to Lon’s — which didn’t work out to be anything outstanding, either. Candace got the tale — or at least pieces of it — from Jean by telephone; when she realized where they were headed, and her response was, "Serves you both right!" Then she added, nastily, "Why don’t you go out back and jerk off and see which one of you shoots the farthest? Nobody’s getting any from me! Maybe I’ll play with myself, too, and keep you both good and worked up!" With that, she started mauling her nipples through her halter top — and the guys got the Hell out of there!
When they were gone, she grimaced; she could have done with a little dick from Rick, after all, but there was the principle of the thing — they should suffer AT LEAST as much as SHE had; she made a face as the memory of Jean’s taste on her tongue came back. Living that down was going to take a while; fortunately, Jean didn’t seem to be intent on rubbing her nose in it…
Lon and Rick were left hanging; Candace’s suggestion was just too embarrassing to contemplate for both of them, so Rick went home — and they both jerked off in privacy, several times.
The three to eleven shift had become almost intolerable for Robert Rankin; now, not only was Nurse Tolliver swaying more than ever as she moved to and fro, she was watching him out of the corners of her eyes, catching him literally every time his attention was attracted by that delectable ass. Worst of all, he could NOT understand the nature of the spell the chunky nurse was weaving around him!
Nurse Carter was no help — she was the first to point and giggle when his attention drifted to Tolliver’s assets — which included a VERY full brassiere, by the way! He found himself wishing he could operate wearing blinders — or at least sunglasses. Yes, sunglasses, he mused, so they couldn’t see where his eyes were — couldn’t see them tracing the shape of Nurse Tolliver’s big breasts, or the heavy cheeks of her ass … And then Nurse Carter giggled again, and he realized that once again he’d been caught!
For Beth, there was a certain real novelty in having the attention of an adult male; the temptation to toy with him was inescapable. She worked at finding new reasons to bend at the waist in front of him, either facing him, so he got a cleavage shot, or facing away and watching him ogle her ass, upside down. Louise thought it was hilarious — but she upped the ante with the question, "So, when are you going to take it to the next level?"
"Next level?" Beth looked blank.
"C’mon, Honey — you KNOW he wants it! When are you gonna rub his nose in it?"
"I … You’re kidding, right?" Beth asked, amazed.
"Not at all," Louise replied. "He wants his hands on that ass — or those tits — in the worst way! Why don’t you, um, accidentally give him a little free sample?"