Author's note: Due to a surprising number of requests, I'm continuing my tale of construction-related experiences. I hope you enjoy!
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Leaning back, I watched the top of the blonde head as it slowly withdrew from my abdomen. Jennifer looked up at me and smiled, then wiped her tongue across her top row of teeth. "Now, this is like old times, Brad," she breathed, winking. "Why don't you come around anymore?" Without waiting for an answer, she slid her lips around the head of my cock and moved forward once again, her eyes still on my face. I couldn't speak.
Four months after finishing the addition to her parent's house, I'd been seeing her mother on a regular basis, but Marlene didn't want me telling her daughter, for fear of her becoming jealous, and slipping the truth to Mr. Weldon. You see, Marlene had found out about my having been with Jennifer and her friend Sandy, and was willing to overlook it if I didn't see the girls anymore. I agreed. I was falling in love with Marlene, and though I knew she would never seek a divorce from her wealthy husband, we had begun meeting at my place whenever she could get free. Jennifer had been out of my life, since.
Until today.
One thing about the grocery store: it's a great place to look at women! I'd been glancing down the deli counter at an attractive young mother with a young child in a stroller when a familiar voice whispered in my ear.
"Hi, handsome," Jen had breathed, and immediately slid her arms around my waist. I recognized the voice, and wasn't entirely unhappy to hear it again. She was one of the horniest teenagers I'd ever known, and, like her mother, she could make me hard with just a sexy smile. I leaned back into her.
"Hello, Jen," I said, savoring the feel of those round, firm breasts against my back, and her hand, which was sliding toward the waistband of my jeans. I chuckled. "Are you gonna do me right here, hon?" Her soft moan told me she'd like to, but she pulled her hands from my waist, and let me turn to face her. I looked into her hungry eyes, then up and down her body. "You look fabulous," I told her. It wasn't a lie. She wore a thin purple sweater, her two prominent nubs practically exploding through the material, and a faded short jean skirt, with boots. Her long blonde hair was pulled up into two pigtails, making her look younger than her 19 years...and very, very sexy! My cock began to register its approval.
We chit-chatted for a few minutes, during which she ordered a sub sandwich for herself, and I watched the men in the store watching her. At last she suggested we leave, and have a drink together somewhere. This led to a few more drinks, and inevitably to my place, where she'd wasted no time making small talk.
"So," she leered. "Ya wanna fuck me now?" I smiled at her and grabbed a big double handful of firm breast meat, confirming that she wasn't wearing a bra beneath the sweater. (God, I love sweaters, especially when they're holding a 19-year old body like hers!)
"Blow me, first," I teased. I didn't think she'd argue. She slid to her knees.
As I watched her head bob back and forth over my cock, I couldn't help but think about the similarities, once again, between Jennifer and her mother. Both were gorgeous blondes with startling blue eyes; both were slim and athletic, and they shared a genuine love of sex. Of course, Marlene had 20 years on her daughter, but that only made her more attractive to a middle-aged guy like me. I wondered what I'd tell Marlene, if she heard about this, from Jen. As the charge built at the base of my nuts, though, I quickly forgot about that.
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Marlene stretched across me, taking her glass from the bedside table. I watched her lean body, and the way her tits swelled over her ribcage, and couldn't resist putting my hands on her again. She nestled into me as I stroked the smooth skin of her waist and ass. Laying her head on my chest, she spoke softly.
"Brad. Honey?" she asked, and I groaned, thinking she had some bad news for me.
"Don't tell me," I said. "He's coming back into town this afternoon." I dreaded it, when I couldn't see her. Her husband wasn't gone nearly enough.
She chuckled. "No," she said teasingly. "We've still got another day, unless I call him and tell him some carpenter is stalking me. That might bring him home." She paused, considering. "No, probably not even that," she laughed.
I loved her laugh. It was like the sound of sunshine on an overcast day, if that could be heard. It exactly complemented her good looks, and made her seem that much sexier to me. I waited, hoping she would give me the pleasure of more laughter, but she got serious again.
"Brad, I want to talk to you about something. It concerns my daughter." I'm sure she felt me tense up, but she hurried to put my mind at ease. "Oh, I know you fucked Jennifer again, the other day. She told me as soon as she got home." She raised up to look me in the eye.
"I know you can't help it. Jen is...attractive. She's young, and vital, and I'm sure she has the sexual appetite of a normal 19-year old."
"Times ten," I interjected. "She's her mother's daughter, after all." She laughed that laugh again, and I kissed her.
"Regardless of all that, you horny carpenter," she chuckled, "I don't want this getting out of hand." Her voice turned serious again. "Brad, if she's doing it, I can't think of anyone I'd feel better about her doing it with..."