She sat on the edge of the bed and gazed at his cock. Still wet with her juices, it seemed to glisten in the light streaming in from the outside street lamp. It was a beautiful thing; still fairly ridged despite the last hour's activities. She gently traced the thick vein underneath with her fingernail, causing him to squirm slightly, stopping at the smooth head of his penis. She smiled as she stood; she was more satisfied than she could remember. She felt sexy, confident... and vindicated.
Chrissy stood and pulled on her robe. She turned to glance once more at his body, at his thick dick, before slowly sneaking towards the door. She stopped in the doorway, suddenly aware of a sticky trickle down her thigh. She flicked her leg with a finger, wiping away his cum. She considered licking her finger clean, but instead tiptoed to the edge of the bed and wiped it on the sheets. It gave her another excuse to glance at her handiwork. She walked into the hallway with a smile, pausing to glance in the hall mirror to examine her face. It was red, and a bit puffy, but it would be better by morning. She doubted anyone would notice. Of course, this evening was a long time in the making, and she wouldn't have cared if anyone did notice.
Chrissy kept her smile as she thought back to the last few years. She slowly walked down the dark staircase. If her bastard of a husband could see her now. I should have known, she thought savagely.
She'd met Robert at work. She was a doctor's receptionist, and had fit the typical stereotype perfectly. Her fiery red hair was naturally curly, and hung down to her upper back. Her ample chest was firm and perky; it was her greatest asset in her mind. Most of her shirts were cut low; she knew it was the first thing anyone noticed, due mainly to the cute freckles that were scattered across her breasts, patterned up her neck, drawing attention to her bright green eyes. They shown like emeralds against her unusually pale face; her freckles stopped just below the top of her neck. Her waist was a perfect hourglass, and her tight ass was like a cherry on top of a sundae. The doctor sure knew how to pick them. Who gives a damn about a long wait when you've got this to look at, she thought to herself. Robert was a drug rep, and made frequent visits to the clinic before she came. After she was hired, the visits became daily as he tried his best to seduce her. Strangely enough, he knew all the right things to say. She'd fallen for him fairly easily. And what he would say was nothing compared to what he could do in the sack.
His dick was nothing special; in fact, she had been kind of disappointed the first time she saw it. It was the other things he could do. Simply, he knew how she wanted sex. She'd never told him, but it had always been just how she liked it. It was like he'd studied a manual on her before he'd even begun pursuing her. It wasn't that she was submissive; she just enjoyed the feeling of being treated like an object. He would begin by talking dirty to her, demeaning her and calling her names. A light slap or two, or maybe pinching her nipples through her nightshirt. Robert could get her pussy wet and turn her on so well that she could do most of the rest of it herself. It was this mysterious way with her that convinced her to marry him, even though he came with some baggage. Namely, his son Jesse.
Jesse's mother had abandoned Richard and her son when he was about fourteen, and Richard had begun dating Chrissy shortly after. His ex also gave up her parental rights, and a few years into their new marriage, Chrissy had done something unusual for a woman and pressured Richard to allow her to become his legal mother. Not quite an adoption, but with the same legal effect. This event did not have the result she planned; instead of bring them closer, it was a catalyst for Richard to have a second childhood. Now, five years into her marriage to him, he'd abandoned the both of them for a younger woman, leaving Jesse with a woman he'd only known five years.
Jesse had coped as well as any child could, and was a healthy kid of nineteen now. He was artistic, as most introverts are, with long sandy hair to his jawline. He wasn't exactly skinny, but he was toned with a well proportioned frame. But he was shy and withdrawn, kind of afraid to get close to anyone. He didn't talk much, he didn't date, and though he loved Chrissy, he was distant from her too. Their arrangement now was almost like roommates sharing a house, though they were mother and son.
Chrissy took the divorce hard. She didn't feel sexy for a long time, though she kept herself healthy and fit mostly out of habit. She did date, but no one had been able to read her like Richard. The few men she had fucked were in poor comparison. And with each sexual frustration, she blamed her ex-husband and wished furtively to get back at him. She'd decided upon the very instrument to attack her ex about two weeks prior to tonight. He was upstairs, sleeping soundly...he was Richard's son.
She'd come upon the idea one night after an extremely stressful day at work. The flu was making it's rounds, and the doctor's office was a madhouse. She'd been sworn at and yelled over until she was aching with it. All she wanted was to get home and take her tight skirt off, remove her bra and let her breasts free. She rarely wore a bra at home, and tonight was going to be no different. Jesse was out with a couple of friends, or so his note said, and she was barely in the kitchen door when she'd stripped down to her panties. She began to run her hands over her shoulders and under her breasts, lifting them up then pressing them together before letting them drop again. It felt so good to be naked and alone, relaxing after her hard day. She sighed with pleasure as her muscles relaxed, and she gave her nipple a squeeze and gasped slightly. Her pussy began to swell as she could feel herself getting moist...
"Christ, mom! Wha.." blurted Jesse, stumbling from the kitchen door. Chrissy covered herself with her hands and turned away.
"Jesse! I thought you were gone!" she panted, trying calm herself.
"Gone?" he said, having turned his head. "No, I was going to leave, but..aw, that note! I forgot all about it!" Chrissy turned to see if he was looking away so she could cover herself. Then, for reasons she couldn't later explain, her eyes gave his crotch a flitful glance.
Jesse was hard. His jogging pants were bulging outward, the loose material failing to conceal his cock. Chrissy excused herself to put on a shirt. She couldn't believe it at first; how long had her son been staring at her, watching her tease herself? As she thought about, she decided it wasn't that silly an idea. He wasn't her real child, after all, and he might be shy but he wasn't dead. Still...as harmless as it might be, she found herself immensely turned on at the idea of being watched. She ran her fingers over her pussy, gently pressing her fingertips against her clit. She had to go talk to Jesse, but at the moment she wanted something else. Jesse would be alright for a minute, she thought as she pleasured herself. She worked her clit quickly; she was horny at being caught and came soon. Her knees buckled as she pinched her nipple with her free hand. Ohhhh.......
The idea came to her in a flash. The next two weeks were one long tease. She became increasingly flirty with him, wearing next to nothing around the house. She began asking him to massage her shoulders in the evenings. At first she would wear t-shirts, then looser fitting shirts that showed more of her cleavage. She would sit on the floor and he would sit above her on the couch, and she would lean her head back, giving him an unobstructed view of her full, puffy nipples. She knew tomorrow would be the night to seduce him; this night he'd excused himself directly after the massage was over. She'd snuck upstairs to find him masturbating in his room. His moans and grunts sent her fingers plunging into her panties, and she had to walk down the hall to her room to avoid moaning herself.
The next night she sat on the floor at his feet. She'd chosen a very tight shirt on purpose, and a few minutes into the massage she stopped him.
"This shirt is smaller than I thought; must've shrunk in the wash. Jesse, we've gotten closer over the last little while, I think. Don't you?" He nodded, but didn't say much. Chrissy traced his eyes to her nipples, which were stiff and plainly visible under her shirt.
"Would it bother you if I took it off?" she asked, with a coy smile.
Jesse began to stammer. "Well, I...I mean, you could..." he muttered. She didn't give him a chance to finish. She pulled the shirt over her head, her tits lifting and falling from underneath. They gave a perky bounce before settling, and in the split second the shirt was coming off she noticed his eyes fixed to her chest. She rubbed them for a second. He snapped his head the other direction and let out a long, nervous breath.
"Ohhhh..that's so much better," she rasped, pinching a nipple quickly. She sat back at his feet. "Get to work, kiddo."
