«Jace, this morning we went completely wild, to the point that I didn’t even realize how late it had gotten. Do you want to give you a ride to school?» Mrs. Fenwick asks as she gathers the clothes scattered around the living room.
While she does so, she deliberately bends over in an exaggerated way, pointing her ass straight at every ti she lowers herself and even staying bent over for several seconds, like an old woman with back problems.
She’s clearly inviting to take her from behind while she picks up her things — I’m not stupid enough to miss the hint — but damn it... we’ve already fucked twice this morning, not counting the usual warm-up blowjob, and she wants more? Co on, at least give ti to rest — I’m not a robot!
Besides, it’s already late, and I have absolutely no intention of missing Naomi’s face after being dumped by that idiot. Precisely for this reason, I accept her offer to drive to school without thinking twice.
«So, sa ti tomorrow morning?» she asks — her left hand gripping the steering wheel, while the right is inside my pants.
Yes, it’s exactly what it looks like — she’s jerking off while driving. I have to admit it’s nice to see that she desires this much — apparently, I really am good company.
I can’t deny that, after almost a week without Veronica, I’m starting to enjoy this routine with Mrs. Fenwick — having breakfast together every morning, then a nice fuck before she goes to work and I go to school, as if we were husband and wife. She’s really making up for Veronica’s absence quite well, even though, obviously, my mother is irreplaceable.
«Of course. Otherwise, who would wake up? I’d risk staying in bed too long and getting to school late,» I reply with a satisfied smile, slightly reclining the car seat to make her job easier and enjoy this relaxing pre-school massage a bit more.
«Oh, so that’s the only reason? And here I thought it was because you like being woken up in a way that’s... different from usual,» she retorts, pretending to be disappointed, but with a mischievous grin.
Different from usual, huh? I’d say not at all — this has been my morning routine for five years now, but of course she can’t possibly know that... I hope. Nah, co on, as much as she and my mother are friends who tell each other everything, I doubt Veronica ever went into such intimate details of our love life.
«Yeah, I’d say having you as a personal alarm clock isn’t bad at all. Anyway, have you thought about what I proposed to you?» I ask, curious.
«You an taking it in the back? No, Jace. I already told you — not happening. When I was younger, my husband wanted to try it and it was absolutely terrible. I had trouble sitting down for days. And since you’re much better endowed than he was... no, proposal rejected,» she replies seriously.
«You don’t know what you’re missing,» I mutter, disappointed, shrugging.
«Most likely the only thing I’d miss would be a sore ass,» Mrs. Fenwick comnts. Then she smiles at , and we both burst out laughing.
«Anyway, I washed the car three days ago, so let know when you’re about to co, alright? I don’t want you to stain the seats,» she warns , moving her hand up and down my cock faster and faster.
Yeah, as if it were that easy to co now, especially after already going at it three tis in the last three hours. Even so, arriving at school with my cock this hard and still horny might not be the best idea. I need serious concentration if I want to cum before we get there, and the only way is to rummage through my ntal archives in search of the most erotic mories.
My mind imdiately flies to my first ti with Veronica, then to that day at the spa, when she wanted to take it from behind in the dining room. And... Kimberly’s outfit from the last ti I went to her place — those super short shorts and that tight, low-cut tank top.
Why the hell did my brain file that simple image away as an erotic mory? It makes no sense — I an, I’m not even imagining her completely naked, bouncing on my cock! And yet, just thinking back to that insignificant detail... is more than enough.
As soon as I warn her that I’m about to co, Mrs. Fenwick imdiately pulls over. She leans down toward , wraps her lips around my cock with perfect timing, and my cum explodes into her mouth a mont later.
She swallows every last drop with the greed of soone dying of thirst in the middle of the desert, then wipes the still-dripping corners of her mouth with the edge of my underwear.
We’re now just a stone’s throw from school, and she drops off about a hundred ters from the entrance, away from prying eyes.
During that last stretch on foot, I barely have ti to wonder whether that bastard really did dump Naomi... when my doubts are cleared up the very mont I get close enough to the school gate — I can clearly hear Naomi screaming like a madwoman in the middle of the courtyard.
«Bastard! I hate you, piece of shit!» she yells into the phone, more furious than I’ve ever seen her since I’ve known her.
It’s not hard to figure out who she’s talking to and, well, at least Tyler kept his word. If he hadn’t, I’m pretty sure the police would have paid him a surprise visit tonight.
I quicken my pace as soon as I see Naomi running away in tears toward the exit.
She sees , but pretends nothing happened and keeps running.
Finally, she runs out through the gate, still moving away from the school — probably heading back ho.
I should follow her, but the fact that she saw and ignored ans I should let her calm down before trying to comfort her.
But soone seems to disagree with .
«Shouldn’t you follow her and try to comfort her?» Kimberly asks, suddenly appearing behind .
Where the hell did she co from? Is she a stalker or what?
«I don’t think it’s the right mont,» I reply indifferently, trying to hold back my enthusiasm — I certainly can’t show her how happy I am that Naomi finally dumped that asshole.
«So... now that your ex is single again... I guess you’ll do everything you can to get back together with her,» Kimberly murmurs.
My ex...? Oh right. I had completely forgotten about that bullshit I told her. Well, at this point I’d say it’s ti to tell her the truth.
«Actually, Naomi and I were never together. It was just an excuse to spend ti with you without making you worry that I might jump on you at any mont,» I confess awkwardly, almost ashad.
In response, she suddenly jumps on from behind, wrapping her arm around my neck almost as if she wanted to choke .
«I already knew it, idiot. Do you really think I’m stupid enough to believe that you and her were together? Confessing it now is an insult to my intelligence!» she growls furiously.
«Then why are you choking ...?» I wheeze, struggling to breathe.
«My arms moved on their own, that’s all,» she replies coldly. «Anyway...» her voice softens, even though her grip doesn’t loosen in the slightest, «...why did you put on this whole farce? I an... why did you want to spend ti with ...?»
«I made a bet with Naomi the day you transferred to Ordrienne High — twenty dollars that I’d manage to fuck you within a month. That’s all.»
«Oh, really? Well, just so you know, I already knew that too!» she snarls.
«Then why the fuck are you squeezing even harder?!»
«Sorry, my arms moved on their own again,» she murmurs, finally letting go.
Aaaah... so air at last — I thought I was going to suffocate to death!
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