9 comments/ 75163 views/ 4 favorites Out of the Ashes By: rachlou The Jackson family moved into the house across the road when Jason was fourteen. Beth introduced herself on the first day; she wasn't a shy girl and as soon as she saw him watching proceedings from his front garden, she came straight over to say hello. They soon became firm friends and although he thought she was very pretty, Jason never thought of her as anything other than a mate. As the years passed, they spent a lot of time in each others houses, watching television and just hanging out. Jason preferred to be in Beth's house rather than his own – he liked Carrie (Beth's mum) lots. She was in her late thirties, slim with long dirty blonde hair. She always looked good and wore the latest fashions. Jason thought Beth was very lucky to have such a glamorous mum and he often told Beth so. Jason's own mum was far from glamorous; she wore knitted sweaters even in summer and wouldn't be seen dead in a bikini. Carrie on the other hand had often been seen in a bikini and looked pretty damned hot in one. By the time Jason was eighteen, he had rather a crush on Carrie. Unfortunately, she didn't see him as anything other than Beth's friend. But it didn't stop him dreaming about her... * * * It was an unseasonably hot day in early September and Jason was lounging about the garden on a Saturday afternoon, bored shitless. Beth had disappeared shopping with her friends and he was all alone. He could have called one of his other mates to play football or something, but he really couldn't be bothered. As he wandered listlessly round the front of the house, he saw Beth's dad, John, screech out of their driveway in his black BMW, tyres smoking as he pulled away fast. Curiously he wondered what his big rush was. Surely he couldn't be working on a Saturday? Maybe he should pop round on the pre-text of looking for Beth and enjoy a few minutes of Carrie's time. If he was really lucky she might even invite him in and let him have some of her fantastic cake. Luckily his own parents were out for the day visiting his Grandmother, so he quickly checked his look in the hall mirror and sauntered over the road casually humming a pop tune. Ringing the front door bell produced no response, so he decided to take a look around the back. Maybe Carrie was sunbathing on the patio and maybe he could cop a good look at her in her bikini. Last time he'd got that lucky, he'd wanked over the image for weeks! The patio was deserted when he strolled into the back garden, feeling slightly uncomfortable knowing Beth wasn't home. The kitchen door was ajar and he stood on the threshold hesitantly. "Mrs Jackson, is anyone home?" he called out loudly. Carrie appeared at the door after a few moments, her silky dressing gown held tightly around her slim waist and her face tearstained and blotchy. She wiped her eyes hurriedly, clearly embarrassed at letting him see her like this. "Sorry Jason, Beth has gone out for the afternoon," she said brokenly, staring past him. Abruptly she turned away and disappeared out of sight. Jason was torn. On the one hand he knew he had interrupted something he had no business seeing, but on the other hand she looked like she could do with a friend, if only for a minute. Jason made a split second decision and jogged after Carrie. She was sat down on one of the leather sofas in her tastefully decorated lounge, a few tears rolling down her beautiful face. She barely looked up as he walked into the room. "Mrs Jackson, whatever's the matter? Is there anything I can do to help?" Jason asked in genuine concern. Whatever had happened, it must be bad for her to behave like this. He knew his own mother would never cry in front of any of his friends. Carrie didn't appear to even notice him; she sat sobbing inconsolably, tears continuing to stream down her face. Suddenly she looked up and gazed at Jason, as if seeing him for the first time. "I caught him out," she said harshly. "I knew he'd been cheating on me for ages but he kept on denying it." She wiped her face with the cuff of the dressing gown and continued almost incoherently, "He left a receipt in his suit pocket; a credit card slip for a hotel. The company always picks up the tab for business trips so I knew it wasn't work. I rang the hotel to ask if he'd checked in alone... and apparently Mr and Mrs Nicholls had a fun night..." Jason was wishing he hadn't stuck his oar in now; all this raw emotion was very hard for him to deal with. It felt like a car crash – you knew you shouldn't stare but you still felt compelled to look as you passed by. "The bastard!" Carrie said savagely. "I confronted him with the evidence and do you know what he said?" She burst out laughing but there was no mirth in it. "He said it was my own fault; that I was a frigid bitch and he had no choice but to go elsewhere for his jollies." Jason looked away, deeply embarrassed. He really didn't know what to say. "Maybe I could call someone to come and be with you?" he ventured hesitantly. Carrie's hand reached out and grabbed his arm. "No please stay with me for a little while," she whispered softly, her green eyes dark and sad. Jason reluctantly sat down next to her wishing hopelessly he could make it better for her. The revelation of her husband playing away was a total shock to him. Beth had never hinted at any problems; he had assumed that her parents were happily married like all the other parents he knew. Still, he thought, you just never knew what went on in other peoples houses. On impulse he placed an arm around her shaking shoulders; she felt ice cold through the silky fabric even though it must have been in the seventies outside. For ages they sat on the settee, Carrie crying silently and Jason just holding her. The feel of her slim body in such close proximity was arousing to him even though he knew he shouldn't be having carnal thoughts in such a delicate situation. He tried to think of other things and found himself staring at a photo of John holding a golf trophy up in the air jubilantly. That did the trick and immediately his erection subsided. "I'm so sorry," said Carrie sadly. "It must be very embarrassing for you to see me like this." She looked at him distressed, her eyes red and swollen. She appeared so vulnerable and sweet, his heart went out to her and the idea of sticking one on her cheating husband flashed through his mind. Then he remembered that John was rather big and allegedly a black belt in Karate. Maybe not, he thought ruefully, picturing himself in laid up intensive care for weeks. "Hey it's ok," Jason smiled reassuringly. "I don't mind at all being here; I've always liked you a lot, Mrs J." His voice trailed off slightly as he realised how that might have sounded. "I know... I've seen you watching me all summer." She smiled faintly. "Do you think I'm attractive?" she continued suddenly. Jason squirmed. What could he say without sounding like he had a crush on her? "I think you're gorgeous Mrs J." he said honestly. "I also think your husband is a prick for cheating on you," he added in a rush. "You're so sweet Jason." Carrie smiled despite her tears. Without any warning she leant forward to kiss him lingeringly on the lips and he froze in shock. For a moment he couldn't move a muscle, his brain struggling to deal with the concept of Beth's mum kissing him - and not just in a friendly kind of way. She tasted faintly of coffee and he began to respond to the pressure of her soft lips. Leaning in further, he moved his hand tentatively up her arm and round the curve of her jaw. The feel of the silky robe was incredibly arousing and he broke the kiss off abruptly, certain that she wasn't in her right mind and any minute now she was going to slap him. "Please Jason," she pleaded, "I need you to be with me..." "But Mrs J, I've never... erm... been with a girl..." he broke off shyly, his face turning red. "I know that," she reassured him kindly. "Tell me, do you think I look good for my age?" She undid the tie on her robe and slipped it from her shoulders, revealing her breasts. Jason was spellbound. Her boobs were not too big, but nor were they saggy - in fact they were perfect. The nipples were long and hard, pointing outwards towards him obscenely. "Oh Mrs J..." He gasped, his cock threatening to burst right out of his pants. "You're... beautiful." Carrie looked pleased at his effusive compliments. Gently she took his hand and placed it on her right breast, the palm over her nipple. It felt wonderful; all warm and soft like a pillow. She sighed and pushed her breast firmly into his hand, trying to encourage him to caress her flesh. Tentatively he reached and cupped the other breast, feeling the weight of her flesh in his hands and the feel of the puckered nipples. He rubbed his hands across the taut buds and smiled shyly when she moaned in pleasure. "Yes, that feels good," she said encouragingly. "I like them to be licked too..." Jason bent his head obediently and slipped his moist tongue out to lick her nipple. Swirling it around the tip, he then took it in his mouth and pulled gently. Carrie moaned louder and realising that she was enjoying this caress, he transferred his attention to the other nipple whilst squeezing her breast with his hand. She moaned softly, grabbing the back of his head and pulling him close. "Oh yeah, that's so nice," she whispered. He had to agree, it was the best fun he'd had all summer. The fact that he was doing this to Beth's mum was weird to say the least, but certainly no less enjoyable because of it. She tasted wonderful, her skin slightly salty where tears had dripped down. His cock was straining against his shorts and he shifted uncomfortably. Carrie pulled his head up and kissed him again. He could feel the tips of her breasts rubbing against his chest through his thin tee-shirt and it felt heavenly. Abruptly she stood up, her robe gaping open slightly and giving him a tantalising glimpse of her pussy. Grasping his hand wordlessly, she led him into the hall and upstairs. * * * Her bedroom was large and elegant. Jason had never been in there before – usually he went straight up to Beth's room and paid no attention to the rest of the house. Only once had he caught a glimpse of the interior, when the door had been ajar and curiosity had gotten the better of him. He had peeked in at the large king size bed and his imagination had run riot at the possible scenarios. Trouble was, now it was for real and he was feeling slightly overwhelmed. He had kicked off his trainers downstairs and the thick pile carpet felt wonderful against his feet, all soft and luxurious. Carrie remained silent as she stepped back against the huge bed. Her robe slid from her shoulders and fell on to the floor in a slithery heap. Jason was spellbound at the sight of the body he'd dreamt about for ages. She was everything he'd hoped for and more. Her slim body was lean yet lush, the flare of her hips and the fullness of her breasts in delicious contrast to her tiny waist. Her skin was tanned and golden, a glorious honey colour. Jason's eyes were inevitably drawn to her neatly trimmed bush, a small dark triangle at the apex of her thighs. As he stared in fascination, he noticed the gleam of moisture on her sleek thighs. His eyes drank in the arousing spectacle and his hands were desperate to touch every luscious inch of her. Swallowing hard, he ventured towards her, his heart pounding furiously in his chest. She watched him, still saying nothing but half smiling encouragingly. He felt like a kid in a toy shop; so many goodies he didn't know where to begin. Like most boys his age, he'd had a few fumbles in cars whilst on dates, but nothing had prepared him for this. Girls his own age were giggly, self absorbed creatures. The naked woman standing before him was old enough to know what life was all about, but still young enough to enjoy it. She was the most exquisite creature he'd ever seen and he thought his heart was going to burst right out of his chest in joy at being given the chance to be with her, if only for a short while. Tentatively he stood not quite touching her, gazing into her fathomless eyes deeply. A mixture of desire and sadness shone back at him. She smiled and recognising that he was a little scared, she pulled his tee-shirt swiftly over his head so that he was naked from the waist up. The feel of her hard nipples against his smooth, lightly muscled chest was delicious. He moved a little closer, his breathing ragged and shallow, desperately trying to control his cock leaping excitedly inside his shorts. "Oh Mrs J," he said reverently. "You are so sexy..." "Thank you Jason." She said, speaking for the first time since they'd come upstairs. "If only my dear husband thought so..." A single solitary tear slid slowly down her cheek and she looked down, her face touched with renewed despair. "Don't cry!" Jason wanted so badly to make her hurt disappear. He kissed her gently, his tongue slipping inside her soft lips and exploring the warm cavern of her mouth. He could smell the scent of the floral perfume she used and he inhaled deeply. Mixed with a musky female scent, it was a sweet elixir to his senses. Carrie reached down and grasped his hand. She parted her thighs and slipped his fingers between her legs, allowing him to feel how wet and aroused she was. Slick juices coated his fingers in feminine moisture and he hesitantly delved within her hot pussy. He was rewarded with a sharp cry of pleasure and he broke the kiss to look down. "Slowly," she breathed against his neck. "Be nice and gentle, women like that," she instructed. Jason listened and slid his fingers across her swollen folds of flesh, feeling the hard nub of her clitoris. As he brushed over it lightly, she jumped and moaned loudly so he concentrated his caress around that more sensitive area. "Ummm." She began to breathe harder and he increased the pressure of his hand. With the other hand he reached up and squeezed the soft flesh of her breast, pinching the nipple between his finger and thumb. Her body writhed against him, her pelvis grinding into his lower body. The pressure within his balls was becoming more and more insistent but he steadfastly ignored it. The pleasure he was gaining from Carrie's enthusiastic response was amazing. The feel of her hot pussy squirming under his hand was sublime. "Ohhh... I'm going to cum in a minute – just keep doing that!" she gasped into his ear. He moved his fingers faster, alternating between rubbing her clit and slipping his fingers inside her hot honeyed channel. He could feel the tension building in her body until suddenly she shuddered against him like a tender sapling in the wind, her pussy pulsing in spasms, a flood of moisture wetting his hand. "Aghhhh yesss!" she moaned in release, gripping his shoulders hard. Jason slowly removed his hand in wonderment. His hand was coated in sticky fluid and he lifted it to his mouth to lick it. She tasted sweet and potent like warm honey. His cock was now so hard it ached furiously in his shorts. "Oh baby, that was so good!" she kissed him in gratitude, her face smiling sweetly. Still smiling, she reached down and pulled his shorts over his throbbing cock until it sprang free, pointing upwards hopefully. Carrie knelt before him, glancing up to make sure he was comfortable with what she was doing. Jason watched, fascinated, as she took the swollen head of his dick in her mouth, her tongue flicking across the engorged head like she was licking a delicious lollypop. He didn't think anything could feel this good and he knew that he was going to cum very fast if she kept this up. Slowly she took his hard length inside her mouth, further and deeper until he touched the back of her throat. Withdrawing a little, she began to let him fuck her mouth, one hand gripping the base if his shaft and the other reaching up to pinch his hard nipple. He could feel his cock swelling even bigger, if that was indeed possible. His balls tightened and with a muffled yell, he blew his load into her throat, unable to hold out any longer against the feel of her warm, wet mouth. Wave upon wave of hot, salty spunk filled her mouth and throat. Gamely she swallowed as much as she could, a little leaking out and trickling down her chin in milky white rivulets. She carried on sucking him until there was no more left to swallow and his cock softened slightly. Standing back up, held him tightly. "Did you enjoy that?" she asked teasingly. "Oh yes!" he grinned, tasting himself on her lips as they kissed passionately. He could feel his cock hardening again, despite only cumming a few moments ago. Carrie felt it too and she reached to grab him firmly. Pulling him gently, she lay back on the silky covers of her bed. Jason stood between her thighs, his hand resting on her flat stomach. "I need you to fuck me," she growled and taking his rock hard dick, she guided the head inside her wet pussy. Jason shut his eyes for a minute, revelling in the feel of her tight inner muscles hugging him in an intimate embrace. Slowly he pushed himself all the way inside her, until his balls rested against the cheeks of her bottom. When he opened his eyes again, she had one hand on her clit and the other was pinching her nipple. "Go on, fuck me hard!" she gasped and thrust herself towards him slightly. Jason needed no more encouragement. He began to move inside her, his cock sliding wetly in and out, the pressure building in his balls again. He knew he wouldn't last long, she felt too damn good. Carefully he concentrated on watching her reactions so he would know when she had cum again. Fortunately it wasn't long before she gasped and cried out in another wrenching climax. He felt her pussy clenching around his cock and he thrust harder for a few strokes until he came again with a groan. Sweating, he collapsed on top of her body, panting hard. Gently she stroked his hair and kissed his neck as his breathing returned to normal. They lay like this for ages, a tangle of damp limbs amongst the silky sheets while the sound of lawn mowers filtered through the billowing curtains. Eventually Jason stirred, aware that at some point soon Beth would be home. He propped himself up on his elbow and gazed down at Carrie. She had her eyes closed and for a minute he wondered if she'd fallen asleep. "Thank you Jason," she whispered, her eyes opening to look at him. "You made me feel like a woman again and I will always remember you for that. I'm not sure what's going to happen now, but I promise you I won't forget you." She touched his cheek tenderly and for a minute he felt terribly sad. He knew she was saying her goodbyes and he wished it didn't have to be like this. She was so alluring as she lay beside him, her hair all mussed up and her cheeks flushed rosy pink. He wondered if any woman would ever be able to live up to Carrie. At that instant, he really didn't think it possible. * * * He left her house, the smell of her all over his body and the taste of her in his mouth, his heart fracturing into tiny splinters. That night he lay in his own bed in a silent house, thinking about her and what had happened. Beth had rung him that evening but he didn't take her call – he felt too uncomfortable to talk to her and pretend like nothing had happened when in reality his whole life had changed. A couple of days later he emerged for breakfast, yawning heavily. His Mum was stood with her back to him, gazing pensively out of the kitchen window. "Looks like Carrie's finally leaving John," she said as she fried eggs in the heavy skillet. "What?" Jason replied, not really listening as usual. "Beth's Mum is leaving. I saw her earlier and she told me she and Beth are going back up north. She's divorcing John apparently." She reached over to flick the kettle on. "She should have done it year's ages ago - he's been cheating on her for months and everybody knew it. Poor woman..." she clucked sympathetically. "Do you want bacon with your eggs?" she asked, turning round to look at Jason questioningly. Out of the Ashes His chair was empty and the kitchen door slammed shut loudly in his wake. He ran outside just as the car was pulling out of the drive. Standing silently, he lifted one hand as Beth waved at him, tears streaming down her face. She wound down the window and yelled tearfully, "I'll call you!" Jason nodded, but his attention was focussed on Carrie. She had dark shades on and her hair was scraped back into a band. As the car drove slowly past she looked and smiled briefly, her hand touching her lips in a silent kiss. The car disappeared down the tree lined street and out of sight forever. Summer ended for Jason that morning. Autumn was just around the corner and the days quickly grew colder and wetter. Leaves began to fall from the tall poplar trees and Jason made preparations for starting his college course. The Jackson house went up for sale and people turned up to view it; it was considered a good buy. After a short interval another family bought it and moved in, making it their own. In time, gossip moved on to other more juicy scandals and the neighbourhood soon forgot all about the Jackson family and their abrupt departure. Beth called him a couple of times after they had left, but eventually he heard nothing from her. He missed her company, but life went on and he was soon busy with college and new friends. He met Sara at the Halloween disco and by Christmas they were going steady. Sara was a lovely girl and although they were very happy, he had to confess he still thought about that afternoon with Carrie from time to time and he often wondered if she ever thought about him. Somehow he doubted it; she was probably far too busy... * * * Carrie sat on the veranda of her white-washed cottage. The gentle breeze blowing off the sea smelt deliciously salty and fresh. Gulls wheeled and cried in the blue sky above and she lay back, relaxing on the old sun lounger, her eyes half closed against the glare of the sun. It was so quiet here; so peaceful and still. Tourists came and went, but they mostly gravitated towards the flashier resorts further up the coast. This suited her just fine; it meant that the village wasn't too spoilt by tacky gift shops and amusement arcades. Her daughter Beth was an infrequent visitor these days. Her college course was taking up a huge amount of time and she had made a wide circle of new friends, including one in particular called Jack. From the way Beth's face lit up when she talked about him, it was obvious she had fallen in love for the first time. Carrie just hoped that the boy didn't end up hurting her too much. She'd met him several times however and he seemed like a nice lad, so she kept her nose out of it. For a while after they had left, things had been very tough. Carrie had been stricken with guilt at the way she had snatched Beth from her home and just ran away. It hadn't been easy for either of them, but she'd known that if she had stayed, John would have wheedled his way back into her affections again and she would have been lost forever in their sham of a marriage. Luckily they had found this place and she had managed to get a job looking after the local beach café. The divorce had been finalised a couple of months ago and John had grudgingly agreed to give her a decent share of the equity in their old house. She knew damn well he'd only agreed to that so she didn't drag her heels on the paperwork. Beth still occasionally spoke to him and she'd mentioned a short time ago that he was planning to marry the woman with whom he had been having an affair. Beth had looked nervous when she'd repeated the conversation, but frankly Carrie didn't give a shit any more. The silly woman deserved him. Carrie knew he wouldn't be able to stay faithful to his new wife - he sure as hell hadn't managed it with his old one. Jason had saved her that fateful day. She had been at the lowest ebb of her life and if he hadn't of walked into her house when he did, she might well have done something stupid. Her confidence had been at rock bottom after John had told her she was worthless and no man would ever want her, least of all him. Those cutting remarks had been made in response to her accusations of infidelity and they had cut her to the core. The worst of it was that she'd actually believed his cruel words. Jason had made her feel like a desirable again that day, and for that she was eternally grateful. She shifted uncomfortably in her chair, her swollen belly huge. There was only a week or so to go now and Carrie was feeling the strain of being pregnant at her age. It had come as a huge shock to realise she was in fact pregnant several months after she'd left John. With all the stress and upheaval she just hadn't noticed the tell-tale signs. By the time she had noticed, it was far too late to do anything about it. It had been difficult telling Beth; she'd expected her to be absolutely horrified at the prospect of her mum having a baby. In fact Beth had been surprisingly pragmatic about it all. She'd just assumed the baby was John's and had actually become quite excited about the impending arrival of a little brother. Carrie had made her promise not to say anything to John - she didn't need any more hassle from him. It wasn't so important now that the money was sorted out, but it was still none of his business anyway. She often thought about that afternoon with Jason. It felt almost unreal now, like a blurry daydream. If it wasn't for the baby it she could almost believe it had never happened. She just hoped that if he ever found out, he would understand why she hadn't told him about the pregnancy. She had thought about it long and hard, but had made the decision not to tell him on the basis it was unfair to burden him with a baby; he was much too young and he had his whole life ahead of him. One day he might find out, but until then she would keep her secret to herself. It was far better that way. Hopefully he would never know. Standing up carefully, she slowly made her way back inside to make a drink. It was almost time for her to go check on the café and make sure the girls had cleared up for the day. Her face broke out in a smile at the thought of seeing Henry again. He had offered to cook dinner for her tonight and she was actually looking forward to trying his famed culinary skills. It had taken her a while to decide whether or not she should let him under her guard. His persistence had paid off when she had finally realised he was a lovely genuine man who really didn't mind that she was pregnant with another man's baby. She had told him the whole story and he still liked her, baggage and all. The gate banging alerted her to a visitor and she stuck her head around the side of the porch. It was Henry with a bunch of flowers and a broad smile. "Hey! Shouldn't you be resting?" he asked with concern before backing off in mock fright at the scowl she threw him. "Ok, ok!" he joked, "I was only asking. How about I walk with you to the café and then we go for a stroll along the beach before dinner?" Carrie smiled at him, "Go on then... I might need to build up an appetite before dinner; I've heard that your cooking isn't all it's cracked up to be!" she ducked as he threw a cushion from the lounger at her. "Bloody cheek!" he grinned. "I may have to revoke my in invitation now...I'm sure the cat will enjoy my Lobster bake!" She grabbed her bag and keys, giggling at Henry's mournful expression, before locking the door of the cottage behind them. "Ready?" Henry asked. "Yep," she replied, taking his hand comfortably. Together they strolled down the sandy lane towards the beach and the café, the sun low on the horizon. She was ready, she thought peacefully. Her life was exactly how she wanted it to be; she had a job she liked, a man who cared about her despite all her baggage and a home she loved. What more could she want? It was a far cry from that afternoon last September. But, she thought, sometimes you have to hit rock bottom before you can climb back up again. Henry squeezed her hand affectionately and she smiled up at him warmly. Life was full of surprises...