A Mother's Dilemma - Chapter 3
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Hetero, Adult/Teen, Cheating
Previous parts to this story - Chapter 1, Chapter 2
Sitting at the kitchen table Monday morning, Tiffany picked at her scrambled eggs. Her fork scraped the plate as it brushed the remainder of the eggs toward the edge and then back into a small mountain in the middle. She wondered why her mother always gave her so much to eat in the morning, preferring cold cereal or a slice of toast and jam. Putting as little egg as possible on the tip of the fork, Tiffany raised it to her mouth and scrunched her nose, begrudgingly locking her lips around the now cold food.
The teen's eyes focused on her mother who shifted from side to side as she busied herself at the sink. Her mother had looked away when they made eye contact. The young girl thought that odd, but her mother had been like that all day Sunday as well. Staring down at her food and frowning, Tiffany shoved the plate away.
"I'm leaving," she said, standing up and waiting for the command to finish her breakfast.
"Okay, dear, see you later."
Tiffany stared at her mother's back. "She's really acting strange," the girl thought. But taking advantage of her mother's unusual behavior, Tiffany stormed out of the house to school.
Now that her daughter was gone, Mrs. Jenson wiped the tear off her cheek. Her mind was in turmoil. The other night she had acted like a slut. Feeling guilty, she woke her husband Sunday morning with a blow-job. The rare treat stunned the man, and the appreciative smile made Mrs. Jenson feel slightly better. She had always thought it degrading to perform oral sex, so even though her husband liked it she hadn't done it since early in their marriage. With her husband's cock in her mouth she remembered she had sucked Jason's cock with passion and even swallowed his semen. She tried to repeat that enthusiasm with her husband but couldn't, so instead she straddled his body and inserted his cock inside her. Mrs. Jenson automatically compared the feeling of her husband's cock to Jason's much larger one with disappointment. Bouncing up and down a few times, her husband grunted as he climaxed. He apologized for being so quick and blamed it on the blow-job. Mrs. Jenson simply smiled down at him and rolled off his softening cock, thinking, "If you were a teenager it would stay hard."
All day Sunday and even this morning, Mrs. Jenson felt guilty. She had cheated on her husband. She had cheated on her daughter. But worst of all, she had enjoyed it. Not now, after the fact, but during the sex. She still wanted to protect her daughter from making the same mistake her own sister had made, and racked her brain for another solution, but came up dry. She would make the sacrifice. She had to. But she promised herself that she would not enjoy the sex with Jason. She loved her husband too much for that.
Like an alcoholic on a binge, the day passed in a daze. The slamming of the front door and her daughter yelling, "I'm home," followed by heavy footsteps running up stairs, alerted Mrs. Jenson to the time. Shaking her head, she looked at her watch in disbelief.
Taking two steps at a time, Tiffany flew down the stairs. "Mom, whatcha have for snack?" She stood deathly still, her ears perked. "Mom? Mom, you here?" Tiffany wandered around the house, finally shrugging her shoulders and saying aloud, "She's losing it. Senility has set in."
Mrs. Jenson was uncharacteristically driving faster than the speed limit. It seemed like in no time she was ringing Jason's doorbell. She waited and waited. Mrs. Jenson pounded on the door with her fist and then rang the doorbell several times in succession. Stepping off the porch, she walked on the lawn and leaned into the window, cupping her hands on either side of her face. Her eyes glanced back and forth, searching the dark house.
"What the hell am I doing?" she thought. With her heart beating rapidly, Mrs. Jenson anxiously looked over her shoulder and then spun around. Feeling like every window had a nosy neighbor peering behind it, she hurried to her car and quickly drove home.
As she climbed the steps to the upper floor, loud music blasted from behind Tiffany's closed door. Mrs. Jenson would normally burst in and demand that Tiffany lower it, but she continued to her own bedroom. Locking the door behind her, Mrs. Jenson practically ripped her slacks and panties off.
Diving onto the bed, one hand snaked under her body between her legs while she was still bouncing on the mattress. Cupping her pussy, Mrs. Jenson began humping her hand with a frantic pace. Her moans would not be heard over the blaring music, but she reached up and pulled a pillow to her anyway, stuffing one corner into her mouth. A finger slipped into her pussy, but she craved more as her pelvis continued to grind her burning cunt into her hand. Another finger slipped inside next to the first without effort, and immediately both fingers were soaked. "Oh, Jason, fuck me!" her mind screamed as her body convulsed in a massive orgasm.
* * * *
"Where were you yesterday?!"
The shouting startled Jason who pulled the phone away from his ear, and then cautiously replaced it, asking, "Who is this?"
"Tiffany's mother!"
"Mrs. Jenson? Wh-What do you mean? What are you...?"
"After school! Where were you after school?!"
"I, um, had practice. Um, basketball practice. Why?"
Taking a few deep breaths to control her shaking body, Mrs. Jenson said more softly, "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know."
"Is there something wrong? Did you need something?"
Mrs. Jenson thought, "I needed your big cock. I wanted you to fuck me," but she said into the telephone, "No, Jason, I just got worried when you weren't home."
"You were here?"
"Yes, I thought you'd need me. You know, what we agreed to."
After a long silence, Jason said, "I'm sorry I wasn't home. After practice I jerked off thinking about..."
There was more silence on the line and then Mrs. Jenson said, her voice low and showing the hurt, "You were thinking about Tiffany."
"No! I swear I wasn't!"
"Then who were you...?" After a pause, Mrs. Jenson said softly, "Was it me? Were you thinking about me when you jerked off?"
The response was so faint it could barely be heard. "Yes."
"I..." Mrs. Jenson caught herself before she confessed to masturbating thinking about Jason and quickly said, "I'm sorry I wasn't there for you."
"That's all right. It wasn't your fault."
"Do you need any help now?"
"Yeah! Wow! That would be great!"
Jason pulled the telephone away from his ear and dumbly stared at it when he heard the click. For a moment he thought they had been cut off. There had been no "goodbye" or anything. He continued to stare until the annoying noise indicating the phone was off the hook sounded. Pressing the off button he reseated the receiver.
It seemed like only moments before the doorbell rang, and rang and rang. He ran to the door and found Mrs. Jenson madly ringing the bell. He stumbled backwards as she barged into the house.
"Where's your bedroom?" Mrs. Jenson asked, eagerly.
Jason nodded in the general direction and Mrs. Jenson grabbed his hand and pulled him with her as she hurried to the teenager's bedroom. She hesitated momentarily when she saw clothes scattered about, some haphazardly draped on a chair or desk and the rest on the floor. She was about to mention his sloppiness when her eyes landed on the bed. Tossing the clothing lying on the bed onto the floor, adding to the mess, Mrs. Jenson began undressing.
"Hurry up," she said breathlessly.
Jason yanked his shirt over his head, and when his eyes refocused on Mrs. Jenson she was already naked sitting on his bed. It was the first time she was completely naked before him, and the first time he saw her bare breasts. With as much urgency as Mrs. Jenson had shown, the teenager ripped the rest of his clothes off adding to the room's disarray.
"Oh Jason, yes, touch them, feel my breasts. I love your hands on my body. Oh god, your cock is so hard. Do you like me fisting it like this? Ow, don't bite them. Suck my nipples. Go on, baby, feed on my tits."
Mrs. Jenson fell backwards and Jason followed her down, lying next to her with his mouth slurping on her breasts, first one then the other as if he couldn't make up his mind. Mrs. Jenson's hands cupped both breasts, holding them up for his feasting, guiding each tit into his mouth as he changed.
Finally abandoning Mrs. Jenson's tits, Jason rolled on top of her, nudging her legs apart with his knee.
"No wait!" Mrs. Jenson cried out. "Please do something first." Panting, Jason lifted his upper body in a push-up motion and stared down at the mother of his girlfriend. "Can you use your mouth on me?" she said sheepishly. Jason continued to stare down at her, his face filled with puzzlement. "You know, your mouth between my legs. Will you do that for me?"
Jason's eyes went from confusion to enlightenment. Scooting down Mrs. Jenson's body, he found himself between her legs. She assisted by raising her knees and spreading them, offering him her pussy. The teenager got a close-up view of a cunt. His eyes scanned every detail, from the curly hairs to the slit that was just visible. Reaching out, Jason pressed his thumbs against the meaty pubes and pushed outward. The pink inner flesh appeared, as well as the hole.
Mrs. Jenson couldn't believe she was exposing herself to a teenage boy. Part of her was embarrassed, but she was also very aroused. It excited her to show her body to Jason, even her cunt -- especially her cunt! She lay back with her eyes closed tight fighting the urge to snap her legs shut and cover her pussy with her hands. But her eyes sprang open when she felt the warm breath.
Jason leaned forward, but hesitated. The distinctive smell flooded his nostrils. With his thumbs still prying Mrs. Jenson's pussy open, he took it all in. Using more of his hands, the teenager pushed the labia further apart. The little shiny button appeared. Jason moved closer and flicked his tongue at her clit causing Mrs. Jenson's hips to jerk.
"Oh god!" she cried out.
Jason licked the area furiously and Mrs. Jenson kept moaning and thrashing under him. Soon his tongue was licking the inside of her slit with long strokes, and most of the time over her clit. Jason adjusted his hands to get a better grip, and one sudden thrust by Mrs. Jenson caused his thumb to slip into her hole.
"Yes! Yes!" she screamed.
Jason held his thumb still while Mrs. Jenson fucked it. His tongue licked anything it came into contact with. Mrs. Jenson kept calling his name and screaming. Her lower body moved so much that his entire face was coated with her juices and his saliva. And then her fingers grabbed his hair, holding him in place while her body became still. But it was the calm before the storm. He thought she had climaxed, but all of a sudden her lower body convulsed like an earthquake with an 8.0 magnitude, smashing her pussy into his face. His lips pressed against her clit as she uncontrollably shook, grunting and moaning. Finally, she went limp.
Mrs. Jenson slowly opened her eyes, her chest rising and falling with deep breaths. She looked around, momentarily disoriented until her eyes landed on Jason's pale face. The boy looked terrified. Mrs. Jenson smiled as she saw the teenager bite his lower lip.
"You didn't kill me," she said with a chuckle. "Although I can't imagine heaven being any better. Did you mind doing it?" Jason shook his head no. "I'm so happy. If you want, you can do it to me again." Jason lowered his face between Mrs. Jenson's legs, but his head shot up when her hand covered her pussy. After another giggle, she said, "I didn't mean now. I think you were about to do something when I interrupted you."
Jason sat still for a moment and then his eyes widened. He smiled and climbed on top of Mrs. Jenson. Her hand found his cock before his did and she guided it to her opening. It sunk in easily and Jason collapsed onto Mrs. Jenson's body, hugging her tight and humping his hips. Mrs. Jenson tightened her vaginal muscles around his spurting dick. She lay still, waiting patiently while stroking the back of his head.
Jason saw Mrs. Jenson's smiling face. When she nodded he pulled out partway and then rammed his still hard cock back into her. Her face grimaced, but not from pain. The horny teenager in Jason came to life as his hips worked like a jackhammer, driving his cock in and out of the cunt his girlfriend entered this world through. By the time Jason climaxed again, Mrs. Jenson experienced another orgasm.
* * * *
Mrs. Jenson hummed softly while sitting in front of her dresser mirror. One would think it odd that a married woman with a teenage daughter would be fixing her make-up well into the evening on Saturday, especially since her husband was at work. But it had become a ritual for her as she waited for Tiffany to return from her date with Jason. But the door slamming and the hurried footsteps snapped her out of her reverie. Jumping from her chair, Mrs. Jenson ran to her bedroom door just in time to see Tiffany storm by.
"Honey, what's the matter?"
When Tiffany didn't answer, Mrs. Jenson went to her daughter's room and knocked. Waiting impatiently, her hand slowly turned the doorknob, inching the door forward. Peering through the opening, she saw Tiffany sitting on her bed cross-legged, face cupped in her hands. That brought back memories of the first time she had seen Tiffany like that after a date with Jason and her face reddened and lips pursed as creases formed on her forehead.
"What's the matter?"
"Nothing."
"Is it Jason?"
"I hate him!"
"What did he do? Did he try something?"
"No! He didn't try anything!"
"I don't understand. Why are you...?"
"Mom, not now! Please just leave me alone. Nothing happened so you don't have to worry. Okay?"
Mrs. Jenson left her daughter alone and decided to find out from Jason what transpired. He'd be waiting for her in their meeting place at the side of the house. Normally she'd listen for the car and rush out the back to be there first, but Tiffany came home so early Mrs. Jenson was still in her bedroom. But Jason wasn't anywhere to be found and his car was nowhere in sight. Dejected, Mrs. Jenson reentered her house and went into her bathroom to remove the newly applied make-up.
Tiffany avoided her mother's questions the entire weekend, but on Monday at school she sat down with her closest friend and confidant.
"Jason is a jerk," she said.
"I thought you liked him?"
"I did, but he's... I don't know, he doesn't show me that he likes me."
"How so?"
"I don't know. We go out and have fun, but afterwards he avoids me like the plague. If I initiate it I get a kiss, and it even gets passionate, but then nothing... nada! He pulls away and tells me we have to go home. I was scared the first time, but now I'm ready. But he won't touch me again and won't let me touch him. That's not the kind of guy I want. I'm through with him! I told him I'm breaking up with him. It's over!"
Later that day, Mrs. Jenson went to Jason's house. Unconsciously fluffing her hair, she stared at the dark brown door, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. Her finger hovered over the doorbell again, but after having rung it three times she pounded on the door. With her hands on her hips, Mrs. Jenson turned to walk to the window and peer in, but just then the door flung open. She and Jason made eye contact causing the boy to clench his fists and back up.
"She broke up with me!" Jason said frantically, stepping back even more. "I didn't do anything. She just broke up. I swear!"
"What?! Tiffany broke up with you?!"
"Yeah, didn't she tell you? Isn't that why you're here?"
Jason took a few more steps back when Mrs. Jenson entered his house. He flinched when the door closed. The hairs on the back of the boy's neck stood up and perspiration formed on his brow.
"No, Jason, that's not why I'm here."
The long sigh that emitted from the teenager's mouth was loud. Then he sucked in a lungful of air.
"What are you doing?" he asked as Mrs. Jenson pulled his pants down, dropping to her knees.
"What do you think?" she said before stuffing his cock into her mouth. In no time Jason's cock was fully hard, and her lips slid up and down the shaft. Pulling her mouth away she looked up at the teenager and said, "You're not breaking up with me, are you?" and swallowed his cock again.
With his hands on Mrs. Jenson's head, Jason rocked his hips back and forth. His eyes closed tight and he thrust one last time, causing Mrs. Jenson to gag but not release his cock. Spurt after spurt of hot teenage sperm filled her mouth. Even when he stopped climaxing Mrs. Jenson didn't release his cock, but kept it pressed between her lips as she looked up at his face. Jason's eyes slowly opened and he stared down at the older woman.
"You... you mean you want to keep, um, you know?" he said, breathing hard.
Mrs. Jenson sucked his cock one last time, making an obscene noise, and then stood up. "Why would I give you up? Sex with you is the best I've ever had. C'mon, let's go to your bedroom." And then after a pause, Mrs. Jenson said, "And since you didn't take my daughter's virginity, you can have mine."
"Huh?"
The teenager's open mouth and furrowed brow brought a chuckle to the older woman. She smiled warmly and then stooped, planting a kiss on Jason's cock on the way down. Fumbling through her purse, Mrs. Jenson stood up and held the tube of KY jelly in front of Jason's baffled face.
"I have one virginity left. Let's go see if that big cock of yours will fit in my ass."
THE END
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