Gina stared at the naked man holding her nude daughter, her gratitude making her cry. “I love you, man.”
“I love you, too, Gina.”
CHAPTER 3
James knocked lightly on his father’s office door, then walked in. Together, with their researchers and analysts, they occupied the entire floor of the building. His dad impatiently turned off his favorite financial news channel.
“That idiot doesn’t know the difference between fiscal and monetary policy!”
“Dad, remember that you promised to have dinner with me, my fiancee, and her mother.”
“Just a minute.”
“It’s 7:00 already. You shouldn’t keep ladies waiting. That’s their job.”
“But the yield on long bonds isn’t reflected yet in short Treasures!”
James sighed, turned around, and brought in the heavy artillery. He walked the two ladies to either side of his father. Instead of presenting his fiancee first, he changed his mind at the last second.
“Dad, this is Gina, my future mother-in-law.”
James watched amused as two giant boobs intruded into his father’s personal space. He didn’t so much look away from his computer screen as find his eyes mesmerized by something else. James now patted himself on the back for not introducing Gina before the breast implants. Her new tits defied gravity in that thousand dollar dress. NASA wished it could deny gravity like these tits. Flustered and ashamed at his bad manners, his father stood up so hard he flung the executive chair into the wall.
Gina had studied his dad like a final exam. In particular she liked examining his videos until she felt confident she could make him hers. So now she smiled up at him as he looked down at her face and a Grand Canyon worth of cleavage.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir,” she said, looking gorgeous.
“Bob. I’m, um, my name’s Bob. Wow. Jim’s a lucky guy.”
“No, dad,” James interrupted. “That’s my future mother-in-law.” He pointed behind his father. “That is my fiancee.”
Bob turned and the sight of another big-breasted beauty left him grasping for words.
“May I call you dad?” Jasmine begged him. “My own father passed away three years ago.”
“Um, sure.”
“Thanks, dad!” Jasmine, with equally impressive cleavage, gave him a giant hug that made him deeply uncomfortable.
Bob looked over at James, clearly seeking help. He was so much better at numbers than dealing with people.
“Now give my mother a hug, too,” Jasmine instructed.
He turned around to find Gina radiating happiness. She gave him a moment to collect himself, which he appreciated. He finally found her eyes and they connected like a T1 trunk in a world of dial-up. Gina lifted her arms up and he felt himself melting into her. It had been so long since he enjoyed intimate human contact. He felt her breasts pressing against his chest and couldn’t wait to get another look at them.
“Mom, James and I want some alone time to fuck. We’ll meet you guys later at the restaurant.”
“Take care of her, dad,” James threw in as he closed the locked door behind them.
Bob had no idea how long they hugged, but a part of him never wanted it to end. The rest wanted to look at her again. But, before he could break it off, she felt her lips against his face. He sensed her sexual urgency and responded with his own. He turned his face slightly and her lips brushed against his. Suddenly starving, he kissed her back, afraid he would otherwise lose the opportunity. Never a big kisser, he found himself in no hurry to do anything else. The world shrunk to the size of the woman in his arms. He felt her slip a tongue in his mouth and a chill flew up his spine. Her hand pressed his palm on her tit, then groped for his erection. When she grabbed his boner, they both moaned as one. Laughing, their moment passed and he looked at Gina as if seeing her for the first time.
“I want to kiss you down there,” she said, her horny eyes impatient.
“Okay,” he mumbled, overcome by her assault and desperate for it to continue.
She pulled down his pants and checked out her penis with glee. Like father, like son! He reached for his chair and sat down as she fell to her knees and gobbled him without another word. She remembered going two years without sex and felt that sexual tumor inside him. Gina planned on pleasuring him so completely that he couldn’t imagine living without her.
Stunned at how his evening turned out, and oblivious of the bond numbers rolling down his computer screen, Bob watched this total stranger bob up and down on his knob with the enthusiasm of a fag. Now he finally could gaze at her fantastic tits without feeling like a creep. She increased speed and suction as his moans grew in volume and frequency and he started swearing like a NYSE trader.
“Shit, fuck, shit, shit, fuck, shit. Ohhh, God!”
He came to understand that she knew he was about to cum, yet continued sucking anyways. His last two ex’es would move to a safe distance and jerk him off onto their chests. She wants me to cum in her mouth, he realized in stunned disbelief. It had been his experience that the hotter the woman, the less they liked the taste of cum. This must be the exception. She moaned like a Buddhist monk nearing Nirvana, whereas he felt reborn.
He exploded like Mount St. Helens, every drop of magma sucked out of him. Instead of turning away, she used her lips to drain more out of him. Swallowing again, she continued going down on him. Who the fuck does that? It was like she could not get enough. She didn’t even use her hands to jerk him off. For some reason, he imagined Gretel pushing her brother off a cliff and telling her mom, “Look, ma, no Hans!”
He recovered while she sought out his last drop. Bob loved how she looked, with his happy penis in her mouth, her frenzied eyes hungry for more. Finally, she noticed him staring at her in awe. A final drop of cum grew at the tip of his penis. She showed it to him, then carefully licked it off like cream from a cupcake.
“That was amazing,” he concluded.
“Bob, you have a wonderful dick. I hope you give it to me every day. It will help you at work since a man can’t think clearly with his balls full.” He didn’t say anything, so she met his gaze. “What?”
“Is my son really going to marry your daughter?”
“You think I’m a professional?” The thought seemed to flatter her. “I assumed prostitutes required condoms.”
“Please don’t take offence, but that was not an amateur blowjob. And we did just meet.”
“You may not remember me, but I was a cheerleader on Jimmy’s high school football team. My husband caught the winning touchdown to take the state championship. During the after-party at your house, you gave him a toast while I stood at his side with baby Jasmine.”
Bob groaned and shook his head. “Now I really feel like shit because I remember you, and your baby. Don’t tell Jim this, but I came to watch you just as much as I came to watch him. Jesus, you stood out.” He laughed at himself. “I’m sorry if I mistook you for a really expensive call girl, but you look too good to be true. Plus, I came so hard that I feel you deserve compensation.”
She laughed. “I’ll think of something.”
“I bet you will.”
Gina didn’t like how he said that, so she clarified the subject.
“Jimmy didn’t pay me to blow you, but he wanted to give my daughter bigger tits, so she asked if I could get some, too. Then, when I saw a video of you giving an investment speech, I asked him if you were single. A drunk killed my husband three years ago and you have no idea how hard it is to find a good, non-abusive, unmarried professional man who isn’t gay, ugly, or a wussy. Much less one who can make me cum hard. Can you make me cum hard, Bob?”
“God, I’d love to find out!” Bob gushed like a kid in a candy store.
“Generally, the better looking the single man after his thirties, the more repellent he becomes. Handsome men who never get married are always fucked up in some way.
“My husband, who was really good looking, was unusually picky. He once said that 99 % of women aren’t fuckable. Well, I think 99 % of all single men are not marriage material. Not that I need another marriage. But I do want another long term relationship with a man worthy of my time.”