3 comments/ 63383 views/ 2 favorites Jason's Eyes By: smplcty Anna sat on the couch, staring at the television as she had countless nights before this one. She had never watched television before she met Jason. She was always busy with her art, her friends, school... She loved him deeply, but she resented him at the same time. She had locked herself into a serious relationship at such a young age, she was only 18! As she gazed at Jayson, sleeping in the recliner only a few feet away, she thought of all the things she would be doing if she didn't love him. Maybe swimming with friends, drinking and having fun at a party, possibly. She used to do things like that every night. She let out a sigh... Jason was eleven years older than her, and she had what her friends jokingly called a "Daddy Complex", a Freudian kind of issue. She simply wasn't attracted to the boys her age, with their soft skin and small hands. She liked big, strong hands, skin that was aged and tanned, rough with hair. Jason was the oldest man she could date and still hold onto at least a little social acceptance. However, she was starting to realize how boring an older man could be. In the beginning, it had been so exciting. Jason could do anything... and did. He was so experienced in the bedroom, the way he touched her, teased her, and finally acquiesced to her begging drove her crazy every night. As the months passed, it became every week... Then every two weeks or three weeks. She wanted more, but he was tired, he worked all day. His neck or his back hurt. They had stopped going out to dinner and out to the movies ages ago. He didn't want to hang out with her friends, they were all so young. And so there she was, sitting on the couch, like every night. Wishing she was somewhere else, longing for anything to stir things up, excite her. She decided that since Jason was fast asleep and wouldn't miss her, she'd go over to the guest room bed and, well, take care of the business that he was too tired to deal with. She stood and stretched her slender arms and legs, catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror hanging behind the couch. She was short, with a fair complexion and petite. She had dark hair that fell nearly to her waist. She had never had self esteem problems before she met Jason, but lately she'd been wondering if he would be more interested if she was tanned, tall and blond with big breasts. She cupped her own small breasts, watching her reflection in the mirror. "Maybe if I get implants, then you'll want me again?" She whispered to Jason. He only snored a little louder in response. She walked out of the room. It was a big old house, and Jason's parents lived on the bottom level. The guest bedroom was part of what used to be the servant's quarters and linked to a hallway with another bedroom and a back stairway to the kitchen. Jason's father had made his den in the second bedroom, and Anna forgot to check under the door to see if the light was on in the den. She was just slipping off her shorts when the door creaked and Jason's father leaned in the door. He knew what she was about to do and didn't want to embarrass her. He acted as if he'd seen nothing. "Hey, I was hoping it was you I heard. Come over to the den. I've got something I want to show you." He closed the door quietly and walked back to his den. Blushing, Anna considered not going. She was ashamed of almost being caught, but she was intrigued all the same. Joel always had neat things to show her. They shared a mutual interest in all things antique or made with beautiful craftsmanship. She pulled her little shorts back on and went to his den's door, hesitated, and entered. He was sitting at his desk, with the small desk light the only source in the room. It lit his weathered face in the fashion a few candles might have, warmly, with a soft yellow cast. He was maybe sixty years old, with strong Italian features and a nearly constant expression of neither happiness nor displeasure. To look at him, one might think he was very serious. Then he laughs, and his face changes drastically. Warm and happy, with the same eyes as Jason. "Hello... What's up?" Anna said, sheepishly, hoping he won't mention what just happened. "You're standing on it." Joel said, with a trace of a smile. Anna looked down and gasped... A bear! Well, it used to be a bear... Now its a rug. "What do you think of him? Isn't it just beautiful?" Joel asked. Anna leaned down to look at it more carefully. It was beautiful. The eyes catch the warm light and sparkle. Each tooth was perfectly preserved, the fur is thick and dark. The ears stand proud and round, even the hairs inside the ears are there, perfect, as the bear had looked in life. "You can't truly appreciate it until you lie down. It's so soft and there's a liner of padding. It really wonderful." Joel said, in awe of his new purchase. Anna laid down on the rug and knew that Joel was right. It was soft. The thick, coarse hair was cool against the back of her legs. She bent them up at and angle and felt the padding cushion her spine. It was sublimely comfortable. Joel knelt beside her, running his hands over the fur. She closed her eyes, basking in the feeling of it, stretching her legs, sliding her arms along beside her. She opened her eyes and smiled up at Joel. Glancing down, however, she realized Joel was having his own embarrassing situation. And she noticed before he did... Her smile must have faltered, because he glanced down too and noticed his own erection for the first time. He stood up quickly, trying to hide it, clearly embarrassed. "I'm.. I'm so sorry." He stuttered. She stood quickly too. "Joel, Its okay. Don't be embarrassed. No big deal, seriously!" She tried to comfort him. "I don't know what got into me, you just looked so pretty lying there. And you know the wife hates all of these things, calls them old junk. I don't know, I got carried away. Its ridiculous, gross old man. I'm so, so sorry." He stammered out, so quickly it was difficult to understand him. "Its okay. Nothing 'got into you' but the same thing that 'got into' me right before you walked into the guest bedroom!" She said, hoping her confession would lessen his embarrassment by comparison. "I guess" he laughed, "but I thought my son took care of that for you. I've heard the two of you. Young love." He smiled nostalgically, thinking of when he and his wife were young, when they made love often. "I'm still very sorry. It was inappropriate." he said. Anna walked over to him - he had moved back to his spot behind the desk to better hide himself - and stood too close to where he sat. "Was it inappropriate?" she asked nervously, knowing what she was doing but wondering how she could be doing it at the same time. Actually trying to seduce her boyfriend's father! Unbelievable! His eyes widened as he realized what she was doing. She brushed his hair back gently and stood, small knees touching his, waiting for acceptance or rejection. He hesitated, stammered quiet remarks about how it was wrong, with no heart in his words. He touched her small hip, bunching her thin tee shirt up a little to make contact with skin. She reached both hands around behind his head, gently pulling him to her breast. "Did you really think I looked pretty there? I'm so pale and thin. I don't have big boobs." She asked him, with hope in her trembling voice. "You don't need big boobs. Everything about you is beautiful. Your so easy to smile, so bright. You radiate something, big boobs can't accomplish that." He said, clearly honest in his feelings. She took his face in her hands and bent to kiss him. It was soft, yet he surprised her when he pulled her bottom lip with his lips passionately. She returned the kiss more deeply, opening her mouth wider, leaning into his body. He stood and picked her up as if she weighed nothing at all and carried her to the bear skin rug, laying her gently upon it. "It's been a long time." He said. "What have you missed most?" She asked. "The taste.." He whispered, as he leaned forward over her. He knelt between the legs that she opened for him. He tugged at the bottom of her shirt and she leaned forward, making it easier to slip it off. As she laid back down, his mouth met her halfway, kissing her small breasts, her hardening nipples. He moved down slowly, appreciating each curve of her body, the softness of her skin, kissing all the way. When he reached her hips, he slid her shorts and panties down over her legs and ran his hands back up over her legs, to the top of inner thighs, eliciting goose bumps and tingles all over her. He kissed her once, just above, then kissed lower, where she was pleasantly warm and already very moist. He ran his hands up her sides while he kissed between her legs, flicking his tongue gently over her as she became warmer and slightly swollen. He moved a hand down and gently pushed a rough finger inside her, feeling her muscles tighten and relax and tighten again in the throes of such pleasure. She sighed and moaned quietly, running her fingers through his hair, leaning forward so she could watch him some of the time. He looked up at her, his eyes so like Jason's. When she came, she arched her back, lifted herself slightly from the rug, pushing into him. She leaned forward and pulled him up to her, kissing him and tasting herself on his lips. She pushed him into kneeling position, fingers trailing down from his shoulders to his belt. He watched with his arms at his sides while she undid his belt, then unbuttoned his shirt. He ran his fingers through her hair and tilted his head back while she took him in her hand, kissing the head of his penis, licking gently around to wet it before slipping it all into her mouth. She sucked gently while moving her tongue, flat against his erection, side to side, up and down, sucking. She played gently with the rest of his most private parts, running her fingers through the coarse hair, cupping and squeezing softly. His hand on the back of her head guided her speed. When his breathing changed and he got close to the finish he stopped her. She looked up at him, he touched her face, her neck, then her shoulder, pushing her down softly. She laid back, spreading her legs for him again, and watched while he removed the rest of his clothing. When he was on his knees between her legs, pushing teasingly against her waiting, ready, hungry center he whispered, "Are you sure?" She reached her hands around to his bottom and pulled, guiding him inside her with one quick thrust. Her reaction to his entrance was quite enough to let him know that she was sure. She arched her back, moving her hands to his back, digging her fingers in gently, wrapping her legs around him. He pushed in and out, slowly at first but very deeply, hitting bottom with every thrust. He watched her fair face, her expressions of pleasure while he pushed. He played with her little breasts, brushing his fingers, then his lips over her nipples. As she got close, she wasn't sure if she could handle it, it was so intense. He held her wrists together over her head, pinning her under the weight of his body. Each plunge was so deep, so hot. He was so big, stretching her while he pleased her. When she came again she tightened her legs around him, all her muscles tightening around him. It threw him over the edge as well. When he came he did it inside her, with a few final, rougher thrusts, throwing himself into her, holding her down while they both breathed heavily into each other's neck, each other's hair, moaning. She felt him erupt inside her, impossibly hot, filling her up, making her wetter than she thought possible. They stayed that way while he grew soft inside her. They kissed gently and talked a little, making quiet jokes and laughing together, tickling each other. Eventually they went to their separate rooms. In the bathroom, while Anna cleaned up she thought briefly about the scary possibility that she could be pregnant. She looked at herself in the mirror and whispered with a smile, "At least the baby will have Jason's eyes." Jason's Eyes Ch. 02 Anna was good girl. She did well in school, she was polite and articulate. Adults liked her. Good girls were not supposed to think about things that Anna thought about. As Anna laid in bed next to Jason, who was snoring like he usually was, she touched herself between her legs. She didn't lick her fingers first, like she usually did. This time she wanted them to be dry, a little rough. Like Jason's father's fingers. She tried to clear her mind of guilt for what she lusted for, think only of the night before. Joel had felt so good inside her, so good when he kissed her between her legs. She was warm and wet just thinking about it. She touched a little more roughly than she usually would have, imagining his fingers there, sliding over her softest parts. She gave it twenty minutes, but it wasn't the same. She couldn't do it by herself, not the way he had. She sighed in frustration and decided to get up, there was no way she'd sleep now. She went to the bathroom to wash her hands, then headed downstairs for a glass of water. The kitchen was lit only faintly by the moon's glow falling softly through the curtains. She didn't see Joel in the rocking chair until she opened the refrigerator, lighting the whole room. "Oh! You startled me!" She exclaimed. "I'm sorry.." Joel said quietly. There was an awkward silence. After the last night, neither of them knew what to say to each other. "Trouble sleeping?" Joel asked. "Yeah," Anna replied. "You too?" "Yeah. Want to go for a drive? Driving always helps clear my mind. Makes it easier to fall asleep." Anna was nervous. She knew what could happen if they were alone together again, and she knew it was wrong. She also knew her body was screaming for her to go with him, despite her better judgment. She made a decision. "Sure." Anna slipped on a pair of sandals she had left by the door. Joel, already ready to go, held the door for her. They walked together down to the garage, where Joel kept his Jeep. It was a warm summer night and he had taken the top off of it earlier in the week. As they drove out through the winding country roads, she could feel Joel stealing glances at her, looking at her small, fair, little legs, completely exposed as she was only wearing the short shorts she liked to sleep in and soft, white tee shirt. Her hair was loose, blowing around her face and shoulders in the breeze. She felt pretty, an uncommon feeling for her, and she knew Joel noticed. She stole glances at him as well, when she knew he was looking at the road. His strong features faintly illuminated by the moonlight, his hair untidy in the wind. His big, strong, rough hands on the steering wheel. They were heading toward the lake about twenty minutes from their house. When they arrived, Joel pulled into a popular picnicking area near the water. He got out of the Jeep and walked around to open Anna's door. They walked down the hill and sat in the sand, close enough to put their feet in the water. "You know we are going to have to talk about this eventually? I don't know about you, but I'm going crazy." Joel said, once they had settled in the sand. "I know," Anna sighed, tilting her head back to look at the stars. "I just don't know what to say. I know how I feel, but I don't know how you feel. I don't want to say something stupid and mess everything up, no matter how we intend to continue our...well...whatever it is we are." "Our relationship?" Joel asked. "Do you want a relationship?" "It doesn't matter what I want. What matters is the fact that I'm eighteen years old and you're probably sixty. Even if I wasn't dating your son, even if you weren't married and hadn't been married for the past thirty years... it just can't happen. People would talk about us. They'd think we were sick. Jason would lose his mind, your wife would kill you. We'd be outcasts." Anna lamented. Joel looked at Anna thoughtfully, and she returned his gaze. "I didn't ask what people would think of our relationship. I asked if you wanted one." Joel whispered, as he reached up to touch Anna's cheek. "You know I do." She said, choking back the urge to cry. She did want him. She wanted him badly. She wanted to feel his strong arms lift her up, as if she were just a child. She wanted him to kiss her, kiss her everywhere. She knew he wanted her, and she wanted to submit to his desires. It seemed wrong on every level, and she was sure he was about to tell her just how wrong it was. She closed her eyes, making it more difficult for tears to escape. Just then, she felt his breath on her neck, then his lips. "No one has to know." He whispered softly, right into her ear. She gave in. Her tears flowed freely, though no longer tears of unrequited desire. She let her body go, wrapping her arms around him while he kissed her neck, her shoulder, then her mouth. She returned the kiss with her whole body, pressing into him, pulling at his lips with her lips, touching her tongue with his, hands sliding up the back of his shirt as he leaned over her, laying her down in the sand. His weathered hands slid up her shirt, up her sides and around to her back. They made their way forward, gently pinching her nipples, slipping down her belly, over her hips. He pulled her shorts down with her panties, leaving her bare but for her skimpy tee shirt. Then, suddenly, he laid back in the sand. Anna was slightly confused. Joel was lying flat on his back in the sand, and she wasn't sure of what she was supposed to do. "Bring it over here, honey," He said, pulling her by the wrist. "I want to taste you, kiss you." Anna had never done anything like this. She angled her body over him, then lowered herself so that his mouth was just between her legs. Jason had asked her to "sit on" his face before, but she had been too shy. She was a little nervous even now. His hands came up to her hips, pulling her into position over him, and she felt his tongue slip in between her legs. She tilted her head back, closing her eyes. God, it was amazing. His lips opened and closed, his tongue circling around, pushing inside of her. He sucked very gently, he kissed, his tongue flicked and circled. She glanced down at him, he was watching her. She played with her nipples, cupped her breasts, enhancing the pleasure for herself and giving him a nice show at the same time. Finally she had to stop, she was getting so hot down there...it was so intense! As she came, she rocked her hips slightly, pressing into his mouth. As she finished, he grabbed her roughly by the waist and sat up, letting her fall down, straddling his lap. He kissed her deeply and she tasted her own wetness. It had felt so good, so hot. All she could think about was making him feel that way. She was frantic, pulling at his clothes, kissing and gently biting his neck. She had to please him, she wanted him to feel as good as she felt. More than anything, she wanted him inside her, stretching her, pushing in. She wanted it hard, rough. She just wanted him, all of him. She pushed him back down, so he was laying in the sand. She undid his flannel shirt, kissing her way down his bare, hairy chest. When she got to his belt, she undid that with her teeth, so she could continue running her hands over him. She pulled at his jeans, kissing the hair above him, finally finding what she wanted and pushing it all into her mouth, down her throat. He gasped in surprise at how fast she had taken him into her mouth, no teasing. She sucked hard and fast, taking a break here and there from his penis to suck and lick the rest of his private parts. She slid her hands up his chest as she sucked him, ran her nails back down his belly. She stopped only to come up to straddle him again, pushing her warm center against him, then dropping her body down, pushing him inside of her. She felt him reach deep inside her, all the way in, hitting bottom, and she came again, riding him. His hands guided her hips as she rocked her body with his, with the waves of the lake behind them. After a few minutes, he pushed her off of him. She stood over him and he got to his knees before her, kissing her belly, kissing her between her legs again. He roughly shoved his fingers inside her, bending them and driving her crazy. He put his hands on her hips again, turning her around, pushing on her back to bend her over as her stood up and entered her from behind. He held her body in place and pushed his way in and out, running his hands down her back, pulling her hair playfully, without hurting her. She allowed herself to be guided, she held her ankles for balance. After a few minutes, she felt his fingers exploring another warm place, and suddenly he slid a finger gently into her bottom, while still pushing in and out of the center of her. His other hand reached around her waist and played between her legs. All three areas between her legs were being touched, fingered, and it was incredibly intense. She came again and again, not knowing which part of her was reacting, as they all felt so hot. He pulled his penis out of her, and guided her down, so she was laying on her belly in the sand. He knelt behind her, still hard. He pushed the tip of his finger back into her bottom and she felt her muscles tighten, then slowly relax around him. "Ever had it in there?" Joel asked, slowly working his finger in and out of her tightest place. "No... does it hurt?" Anna asked. She had heard that it was only pleasant for men, that for the girl, it was very uncomfortable. "If it hurts...even a little, just tell me. I don't want to hurt you." Joel said. With that, he put the tip of his penis to her, and pushed slightly. He ran his hands over her back, helping her relax as he went in a little further. "Is it okay?" He asked "Yeah," Anna said, "It's not like I've heard at all." Joel kissed her back, ran his fingers through her hair as he entered her more deeply. He leaned close to her, reaching under her to touch between her legs. He took it very slow, very gentle, and Anna felt like she was losing her virginity all over again. She was offering herself completely to him, and he was so careful not to make her regret it. He rocked slowly over her, in and out and played gently with her clitoris, leaning forward to kiss her shoulders, her back, her neck. Soon his fingers worked slightly faster, making her muscles tighten in anticipation of orgasm. He felt her tighten around him, and let out his breath, moving a little faster, but still with concern for her. They came together, him inside her where no other man had been. He waited until he grew soft and pulled out gently, laying down in the sand beside Anna, breathless. Anna rolled over, cuddling up against him, kissing his neck and settling into his shoulder. After a few minutes, the dark sky grew a shade or two lighter and they knew the had to rush home. At the door, after they'd gotten home, Joel kissed Anna softly on the lips. She hugged him, and he whispered: "I think we'll be able to sleep now."