A Mother's Dilemma - Chapter 2
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Hetero, Adult/Teen, 1st Time, Cheating
Previous parts to this story - Chapter 1
"How was school?" Mrs. Jenson asked her daughter the next day.
"It was okay."
"Just okay?"
"Mom, school is school," Tiffany said and huffed loudly.
"How are things going with that boy you like?"
"Mom, are you in one of your interrogation moods?"
"Don't get snotty with me, young woman! I'm still your mother and take an interest in your life."
"Yeah, whatever. Well, if you must know, we made up. Jason apologized and said it would never happen again. So we're going out Saturday night."
The fine hairs on the back of Tiffany's neck tingled like electricity was running through them and her lips tightened as she waited for the barrage of questions, or worse a reprimand for going out with Jason again. The young girl didn't know why her mother would do that, but mothers are mothers so she expected it. What she didn't anticipate was the silence. Her mother seemed distant, deep in thought. Tiffany continued to wait, but it was like she wasn't even in the room.
"Mom? Earth to Mom. Beam me up, Scotty."
"Huh?" Mrs. Jenson's eyes focused on her daughter who was staring at her. "Oh, that's just wonderful. Have a good time."
Mrs. Jenson spun on her heel and briskly left the kitchen, leaving Tiffany with her mouth gaping. The girl thought her mother acted strangely, and jumped when she heard the front door slam. Quickly running into the hall, Tiffany swung the front door open. Her mother's car lunged backwards out of the driveway. The screeching tires of another car brought it to a sudden stop when the back of Mrs. Jenson's car swung into the street in front of it. Tiffany's hand covered hr mouth as she gasped, but her mother sped off down the street as if nothing had happened. Tiffany shrugged, thinking, "I hope I don't lose my mind when I'm her age."
Arriving at Jason's house, Mrs. Jenson sat in her idling car. When she barged in on Jason the day before she was angry and filled with adrenaline. But now she had time to think. If Jason accepted her offer there was no turning back. Could she really go through with it? What if someone found out? It would ruin her marriage. And what about her relationship with her daughter? After all, Jason was Tiffany's boyfriend. And he was only a boy, just a couple of years older than her own child. Yes, it would be legal, but the age difference was still a factor. Words like "predator" and "child molester" and "slut" and of course "adulteress" flew through her mind. Mrs. Jenson's fingers tightened on the steering wheel, her foot ready to move from the brake to the gas pedal. Her body trembled and she felt the perspiration on the back of her neck under her wavy hair. Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, she turned the car off. Looking in the rearview mirror, Mrs. Jenson checked her face and fluffed her hair, swiping the length of her forefinger across her upper lip to remove the moisture. After taking another deep breath, she got out of the car and slowly walked up the path feeling like a Christian in ancient Rome being led into the Coliseum.
When Jason opened the front door his eyes quickly lowered and his cheeks flushed. He hadn't really expected Mrs. Jenson to come to his house. It had all seemed like a dream to the teenager.
"Can I come in?"
"Um, okay."
Mrs. Jenson didn't wait this time and walked directly into the living room, sitting on the couch in the same place she had the day before. Jason followed her, plopping down in the chair. One hand held the armrest tightly, while the tips of his forefinger and thumb of his other hand rubbed in nervous tension. He kept looking at Mrs. Jenson and remembering what she had done to him. His hands dropped to his lap, covering the erection that sprung up.
"I hear you and Tiffany made up."
"Yeah." Jason looked up briefly, but then back to his sneakers. His legs were straight with his heels digging into the carpet. His raised toes continuously fanned out and snapped together with a rubbery thud.
"Have you thought about what we talked about yesterday?"
Jason's feet stopped moving and there was a long silence while he stared at his toes. "It seems kinda weird."
Mrs. Jenson couldn't help the nervous chuckle that came out, and then said, "I guess it is. But my offer stands. It's up to you."
"But... it's just that..."
"I'm too old," Mrs. Jenson finished.
Jason's head shot up and he blurted, "Oh no, you're beautiful." Immediately, his cheeks turned bright red and his chin lowered to his chest.
Mrs. Jenson couldn't hold back the broad smile that spread across her face. It was an ego booster for a teenage boy to find her attractive, and his nervousness was cute. For the first time she actually felt a warmth towards the boy.
"Jason, come sit next to me."
The teenager looked up and saw Mrs. Jenson patting the couch cushion where he had sat the previous day. His eyes rose and saw a warm smile on her face. Tiffany's mother didn't seem so ominous. Pushing himself to his feet, Jason's hands quickly covered the bulge in his pants. He looked to see if Mrs. Jenson noticed and saw her staring at his groin. Her smile was replaced with something he didn't recognize. Nervously, he sat down next to her. He tried to make eye contact, but she was staring at his crotch.
"Don't be embarrassed," Mrs. Jenson said without looking up. "That's what I was talking about yesterday. Boys your age have a lot of hormones affecting their bodies. Even if you don't mean to, when you're aroused your body will win out." Mrs. Jenson licked her lips. "The only way I know to save my daughter is to be her substitute. So what do you say?" She looked up.
"What will we do?"
"Have you ever had sex with a girl?" Jason's face turned bright red and he looked down. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to embarrass you. Well, Jason, we will do whatever you want."
Jason's upper body jerked back when Mrs. Jenson stood up. She hesitated a moment and then her hands disappeared under her flowing skirt. Jason's eyes locked on her legs as her forearms inadvertently pushed her skirt up as she reached beneath it. More than half her naked thighs showed while she fumbled under her skirt, and then the skirt began to drop as her arms lowered. When the hem of the skirt settled in place just above her knees, Jason saw her hands. She pushed the twisted blue panties down. Jason flinched again when she placed a hand on his knee. Mrs. Jenson stepped out of the panties and tossed them onto the couch where she had left her pocketbook.
Jason's eyes were glued to the crumpled blue panties when he felt tugging at his waist. His head spun around. Mrs. Jenson's hands were opening his belt and then his pants, lowering the zipper. When she pulled on his pants, Jason lifted his butt off the couch. Flabbergasted, the teenager watched his clothes slide down, quickly covering his erection with his hands a moment before his cock would have been exposed.
Mrs. Jenson ignored Jason's attempt at modesty while she flipped his sneakers off and removed his pants and underwear. Standing up, she stared into Jason's eyes as she placed a knee outside one of his legs. The teenager felt the cushion shift, and almost immediately her other knee sunk into the sofa on his other side. She spread her skirt over his lap and then her hand disappeared beneath the flowing garment. Nudging Jason's hands away, Mrs. Jenson grabbed his cock in the same motion. Her face looked surprised and her free hand went to the hem of her skirt. Jason thought she was going to lift her skirt, but after an almost imperceptible shrug, Mrs. Jenson guided his hard cock to her entrance. She tried to lower herself onto him, but he didn't slip into her dry pussy. Shifting back, Mrs. Jenson pulled her skirt towards her, gathering the material between her thighs and uncovering the boy's hard cock.
"My god, I didn't believe it was that big!" she exclaimed.
"I'm sorry. I..."
"Don't be sorry. It's just that I wasn't ready for it. No, don't cover it. Let me look at it."
Jason couldn't believe his girlfriend's mother was sitting on his knees staring at his hard-on, and her panties were lying just two feet away. He was embarrassed, but the situation also aroused him so he fought the urge to cover his cock, even though it was sticking straight up and twitching. His eyes were locked on Mrs. Jenson's face, but she wasn't looking at him. Well, not at his face anyway. And then her hand rose and she stuck a finger into her mouth. When the hand journeyed downward, Jason watched like a hawk as it disappeared under the gathered material between her exposed thighs. Jason watched in awe at the movement beneath her skirt knowing his girlfriend's mother was masturbating while perched on his knees.
Jason looked up and saw that strange expression on Mrs. Jenson's face again. Her eyes closed and her mouth opened slightly. Her hips began to move to and fro and Jason felt her hand brushing his thigh. After a long sigh, her hand stopped and Mrs. Jenson slowly opened her eyes and stared at Jason with a glazed look, almost like she was staring through him.
Pulling her hand out from under her skirt and lifting it, she said, "I think I'm ready now."
Jason stared at her two wet fingers and his cock twitched so hard it smacked against his belly. Mrs. Jenson noticed and smiled, then pressed her slick fingers against Jason's lips. His nostrils flared as he inhaled deeply. Then she pushed her fingers into his mouth. Jason instinctively sucked on her fingers, tasting pussy for the first time.
Jason's mouth made a loud kissing noise when Mrs. Jenson pulled her fingers out. She placed her hands on the teenager's shoulders as she got back onto her knees. Positioning herself over his hard-on, she fluffed out her skirt and sat down, her pussy pressing his cock flat against his belly. The sensation of a warm pussy on his throbbing dick almost caused the teenager to climax. Lifting up, Mrs. Jenson reached under her skirt and guided the boy's cock to the entrance of her pussy and lowered herself until the large cock-head popped inside her. She sucked in a lungful of air.
"Did I hurt you?" Jason asked.
"No, honey. Let's do it slow though."
Mrs. Jenson lowered herself, taking another inch, and then rose. Hesitating only a moment, she dropped back down, passing the previous point by at least two inches. She waited again, taking deep breaths.
"Shouldn't I use a rubber?"
"No, Jason, you don't have to... with me that is! I've had a hysterectomy so I can't get pregnant. Now stop talking and let me concentrate. God you're big!"
Taking a deep breath and letting the air out slowly, Mrs. Jenson pushed down. This time the full length of the teenager's long shaft entered her in one motion and she found herself sitting on his thighs.
"Oh, Mrs. Jenson..." Jason moaned, "oh, oh..."
Mrs. Jenson watched the boy's strained face as his cock twitched inside her. His hips pushed up and then she felt the semen spurt. Jason's lower body kept humping as he released more hot cream inside her. She pulled his face to her chest and held him tight while contracting her vagina muscles around his spewing cock.
Breaking free from Mrs. Jenson's arms, Jason's flushed face turned even redder. "I'm sorry," he said softly, looking down.
"No need to apologize," Mrs. Jenson said motherly. "You didn't do anything wrong. That's what happens at your age. But there's something else that happens too." She waited for Jason to look up. "You stay hard," Mrs. Jenson said, gripping his cock with her pussy for emphasis.
Without waiting for a reply, Mrs. Jenson slowly rose and sat down. Jason breathed through his open mouth. She did it again and again, increasing the speed each time. Soon Mrs. Jenson was slamming down on the teenage cock, her mouth also now open. Her hair flopped on her shoulders with strands sticking to her wet face.
"Oh god," Jason cried out.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Mrs. Jenson countered.
With her fingernails digging into Jason's shoulders, Mrs. Jenson bounced on his cock like a madwoman. She had never felt so full, or so stimulated. Every nerve ending in her pussy was on fire, sending electrical shocks throughout her body. She was close... real close, and then she felt his cock flood her pussy again. Shifting her hips, Mrs. Jenson leaned forward so that her clit pressed against the thick shaft. She jerked her hips back and forth, and then stopped moving except for her orgasmic convulsions. Mrs. Jenson's arms dropped to her sides as the side of her face rested on Jason's shoulder.
When their panting subsided, Mrs. Jenson leaned back and smiled at the boy. She slid backwards, grimacing as his cock slowly withdrew from her pussy. On rubbery legs, Mrs. Jenson rested a hand on Jason's knee for support. She was still breathing hard. Her eyes locked on his cock, no longer completely hard but still much larger than her husband's. She wanted to grab it, to fondle it, but remembered why she was there.
"Well, Jason... (pant) ...what did you... (pant) ...decide? Do we have... (pant) ...a deal?"
"Yes. I promise not to have sex with Tiffany."
Mrs. Jenson gave him a warm smile and leaned forward, kissing him on the forehead. "We'll work the details out later." She walked unsteadily towards her pocketbook and lifted it, stuffing her panties inside. With a sly smile, she extracted the panties and dropped them on the couch. Moving slowly, feeling Jason's sperm dripping on her inner thigh, she walked out of the house to her car and drove home.
* * * *
Tiffany's dainty fingers nonchalantly flipped a page at a time, leaning forward as she strained to read the CD labels. The streetlights provided only flittering bursts of filtered light through the car windows.
"How 'bout 'Mad Season'?" she asked, continuing to peruse the pages for something even better.
"Yeah, Matchbox Twenty is cool. Haven't heard that one in a while."
Tiffany slipped the disc into the dashboard slot and waited for the first song to begin. Then she sat up. Glancing out the window, the scenery looked too familiar. Paying more attention, she glanced at a street sign as they entered an intersection. "Ninety-Eighth Street?" she thought, puzzled. Turning her head, Tiffany looked at the houses more closely. Twisting in the leather seat to face Jason, she was about to speak when the car stopped in front of her house.
"Did you have a good time?" Jason asked, causing Tiffany's open mouth to snap shut.
"Yeah, the arcade was fun." Peering into the darkness, Tiffany stared at her watch. "I don't have to be home this early."
Jason shifted in his seat. He had wanted to take Tiffany back to the parking area, but after what happened the last time he was "gun-shy." And of course he continually thought about Mrs. Jenson's threat, as well as her promise.
"Well, I thought you didn't want to, you know... What did you have in mind?"
Tiffany blushed, her eyes lowering. She hadn't been dating that long. "I don't know. I just thought we could go back to... um, I don't know."
Jason fidgeted. "Do you want to go somewhere?"
"No, I guess it is late."
The uneasy silence was broken by Tiffany opening her door. Jason leapt from his side and ran around the car, but Tiffany was already heading towards her house. Jason tagged slightly behind as they walked to the front door. Again the awkward silence caused immobility until Tiffany got onto her tiptoes and pursed her lips. Leaning down, Jason pressed his mouth to hers and wrapped his arms around her lithe body. His tongue entered her mouth with ease and the two passionately kissed. Jason felt his cock stiffening. Afraid Tiffany would feel it and get mad he backed away, breaking the kiss.
Tiffany's eyes widened in surprise. Expectantly, she stared up into Jason's face but he didn't seem to be interested. Sighing deeply, Tiffany said goodnight and entered her house, almost slamming the door behind her. Alone on the porch, Jason maneuvered his hard cock in his pants for comfort.
"Need any help with that?"
Jason jumped so high an NBA scout would have offered him a professional basketball contract on the spot. A soft giggle came from the same area the whisper had. Ready to pounce or run, Jason strained to see who had been watching him and Tiffany. There was movement at the end of the house.
"Mrs. Jenson!"
"Shhhh."
"I... I didn't do anything. Believe me."
"I believe you, Jason. That's why I'm offering to help you out."
"Help me?"
"I promised I would take care of your needs. And it looks like you have some needs right now." Jason's hands flew to his crotch, overlapping them in front of the bulge. "Come over here... and be quiet."
Jason looked at the front door as if expecting Tiffany to appear, and then back to her mother. In the shadows he could make out part of Mrs. Jenson's leg, her shoulder, her arm hugging the building, and her head leaning around it. Glancing back at the door one last time, Jason slowly walked towards Mrs. Jenson, his hands still covering his erection.
As he got closer, Jason was able to see better in the darkness. A good portion of Mrs. Jenson's leg was bare, and what else he could see of her body was covered in a terrycloth robe. He hesitated, but Mrs. Jenson grabbed his arm and quickly yanked him around the corner of the house. Losing his balance, the confused boy crashed into her body as she wrapped her arms around him.
Mrs. Jenson spun the speechless, discombobulated teenager around so that his back was against the house. Her face moved close to his, but after a moment's hesitation she backed away. Jason stood like a statue as Mrs. Jenson's hands found his belt and opened it. When his pants were undone, she dropped to her knees, dragging his clothes down with her.
Mrs. Jenson couldn't believe how aroused she was. She had to keep telling herself that she was doing this for her daughter, and that was the only reason. But she had almost kissed the boy. That had nothing to do with her plans. She wasn't sure what would have happened if their lips had touched. But now she had another dilemma. Pulling his pants down, Jason's cock appeared right in front of her face. His hard, long, thick, beautiful teenage cock was twitching with excitement. She had planned to give Jason a hand-job, spilling his seed onto the grass her husband meticulously maintained, but the sight of his cock brought back memories of what it felt like inside her.
On autopilot, Mrs. Jenson leaned forward and kissed the large cock-head. The hard-on sprung up, slapping the bottom of Mrs. Jenson's nose, and then smacked her cheek as gravity pulled it back down. She loved the feel of it on her skin and, without thinking, opened her mouth wide, shifting into position. Snapping her mouth shut like a bear trap, Mrs. Jenson's tongue flicked the warm flesh inside her mouth.
A long sigh filled the night air and Jason's eyes closed as he felt the warmth around his cock. Mrs. Jenson's hands gripped his thighs as her head bobbed, dragging her lips up and down his shaft and swirling her tongue around his cock. Loud sucking noises with an occasional gag eclipsed the soft moans coming from Jason. Mrs. Jenson quickly learned how to breathe with his long cock inside her mouth, her nostrils expanded and her face red. What she lacked in experience she made up for in effort and enthusiasm.
So caught up in the blow-job, Mrs. Jenson didn't notice Jason's hands grabbing her hair. Her fingers dug into his meaty thighs as his body began to move. If it had suddenly become as bright as a noon sunny day and her family, neighbors, and minister were all watching, Mrs. Jenson would not have stopped. Holding onto Jason's legs for dare life, her head bobbed more rapidly, the tip of the long cock trying to enter her throat. It was the suddenness of the explosion inside her mouth that stunned her. It was warm and wet and salty. And then it happened again. Mrs. Jenson didn't move as gooey semen splashed onto her tongue and the inside of her cheek. With a big, noisy gulp, Mrs. Jenson emptied her full mouth making room for more of the same. When the cock stopped firing, Mrs. Jenson fell back onto the damp grass and swallowed again.
Opening his eyes, Jason looked down into the dark. Mrs. Jenson was sitting, staring up at him with wide eyes. Her knees were up and spread, and although her terrycloth robe was still securely fastened around her waist, it had fallen away from her lower body. Even though he had fucked her, it was the first time he saw her pussy. The moon had appeared from behind the clouds providing enough light to see her hairy cunt.
Jason grabbed his saliva-coated hard cock and began fisting it. His eyes wandered up Mrs. Jenson's body to her face -- she was staring intently at his pumping fist. In the moonlight, he could see some of his semen at the corner of her mouth. That caused him to stroke his cock more urgently. His gaze returned between Mrs. Jenson's thighs and he gasped when he saw her fingering herself. It began with one finger, but soon two digits were sliding in and out of her wet pussy. He stepped closer, now standing between her feet.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah," Mrs. Jenson moaned as her fingers sped up.
And then both fingers sunk all the way into her pussy as her palm ground her clit. Her hips jerked as she fell to one side, catching herself on her forearm. All the while, Mrs. Jenson's eyes never left her daughter's boyfriend's hard cock and his pumping fist.
With a loud grunt, Jason's hand stopped. Spellbound, Mrs. Jenson stared up at his cock, seeing the white rope of sperm spew forth. It reminded her of Silly String as it floated in the air. It was happening in slow motion until making contact with the side of her face. Then she felt another hit her forehead, the wetness running down the side of her nose to her cheek. She felt more land on her arm, the back of her hand still clutching her pussy, and the inside of her thigh.
Jason realized he had sprayed his cum all over Mrs. Jenson like a slut in a porn movie and quickly yanked his pants up. Without bothering to fasten them, Jason clutched his pants while awkwardly running. Jumping into his car, the teenager sped away.
Mrs. Jenson sat stunned. She felt the cooling sperm dripping on her skin, and tasted it as well. Her hand wiped her cheek. Pulling her hand away she looked at the sticky palm. "What am I doing?" she thought. "My god, what have I become?"
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