19 comments/ 98549 views/ 40 favorites Jennifer's Robe Ch. 01 By: JerseyJohn Chris' mother had known Jennifer since long before he was born. The story was they'd been assigned together as roommates their first semester as college freshmen. Instead of it being the typically awkward forced friendship that lasts barely half a semester before both roommates start getting on each others nerves, Jennifer and Chris' mother, Courtney, found they had a great deal in common and became life long friends. Courtney had met Chris' father in college and ended up conceiving him about two months before she graduated. She and his father didn't last and she ended up raising him with the help of her parents. Now at 43 his mother had seen her 21 year old son graduate, not from college, but from culinary school, and start to make a life of his own. Chris loved food, loved to cook, and found out very quickly that he could make money doing it. Besides, look at all the shows on Food Network, chefs are now the new rock stars. Once he'd finished school he had moved back home from the dorm at the school. Since he grew up by the Jersey Shore, he knew he could find a job at one of the many restaurants that dot this area of the state. It wouldn't be like starting out in a four star restaurant in Manhattan, but it would get his feet wet and start putting some zeroes into his bank account, which is really what he needed at the moment. When he came home he was greeted by his mother, who, after helping him unpack his car and a great home cooked meal that she had waiting for him, she had some surprising and interesting news for him. "Sweetie, come sit down with me I need to talk to you about something," she said sitting at the kitchen table. Courtney was a tiny little thing, Italian, with long wavy black hair. Chris had seen pictures of her when she was in college and he had to admit, she would definitely have qualified as a hottie among his friend's standards. Even at 43 she was still a good looking woman, she took care of herself and kept up with fashion, but had the sense to dress her age and still turn the heads of men both her own age and a bit younger when she was shopping. But, having grown up with her and being that she was in her mid-forties, to Chris, she was just Mom. He sat across the table from her, the look she wore was something between hesitant and worried. "Do you remember my friend, Jennifer?" "Yeah, I remember her. Redhead, married rich, lives out by Princeton," he said. "Right. Well, she isn't doing so well, right now. In fact she's doing horribly. Seems her husband is leaving her," she said. "No way? A younger woman?" he said. "No, prison!" "What!? How come?" "Well, seems he was convicted of fraud and for conducting a Ponzi scheme. All of their assets have been frozen and she has no where to go," she said. "Holy shit!" Chris said. "Language, young man. But, yeah, holy shit," she said. If ever there was a "holy shit" moment, this definitely qualified. "So, what's she going to do?" Chris pretty much knew the answer to this before he finished the question. "That's what I wanted to talk to you about. Most of her "friends" won't even talk to her now that she lost her money. She's divorcing her husband, which actually is moving along pretty quickly since they really have nothing to split. She has no place to go and I wanted to know if you'd be alright if...' she trailed off. "You wanted to know if I'd be cool if she stayed with us for a little while," he said. "Yes. So... would you mind?" "Yeah, I suppose. I mean it's your house. I'm probably not going to be here for long, anyway. As soon as I find a job in a restaurant I'm going to start looking for my own place." "Oh," she said. That caught her off guard. "So quickly? Alright, well, you are a grown man." Chris could hear a little sadness in her voice. "But, you aren't bothered if Jennifer moves in here for a little while?" "No, its fine." Courtney smiled and gave her son a big, thankful hug. Two days later a white Mercedes pulled up in front of the house and out stepped a stunning red head with an hourglass figure in hip hugger jeans, calf high Pam Grier boots, and a white silk blouse. Her hair, make-up, basically her whole style looked professionally done. She basically looked like she cost about as much as a month's tips Chris made in the bar he worked in during school. She popped the trunk of her car and pulled out a large suitcase with both hands. It must have weighed a ton because once she cleared the lip of the trunk it dropped from her hands to the street with a loud ku-klunk. She clenched her hands into fists and kicked the suitcase, hard, than stumbled back. 'Oh, that one hurt,' Chris thought as he watched from the living room window as she limped around in pain than sit down on the curb. He watched as her head sunk into her hands and than her shoulders began to shudder. She was crying. He'd better get outside and help her with her stuff. If his mom saw him just letting her sit out there she'd kick his ass. Chris stepped over to the trunk of Jennifer's car and gently cleared his throat. He was hoping not to frighten her, but that was in vain as she jumped at the sound. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," Chris said. I just thought you might need a little help with your things." "Who... Who're you?" the upset woman said staring at him apprehensively. "Oh, I'm Chris, Courtney's son," he said. He extended his hand to her and helped her back to her feet. "I guess I should have said that first, instead of letting you think some stranger was approaching you. Are you okay?" Chris had to fight to keep his eyes from falling out of his head. Even with tears in her eyes this woman was the definition of gorgeous. Her hair was so thick and just perfectly framed her face. Her white blouse was doing little to hide the two massive tits that hid underneath. He had no idea what size they were, but they were well over a handful. His friends used to say, anything over a handful and you're risking a sprained thumb. Chris' answer was, get stronger hands. Jennifer took a deep breath and wiped her eyes with her fingertips. "Yes... well, no, not really. It's just been a bad couple of months and... those two stupid bags were all I could get to stuff as many clothes as I could find into before the people from the bank came and locked up everything, and when the handle broke, it was kind of the last straw, and I really don't know why I'm telling all this to my girlfriend's kid." Jennifer sighed again. "Sorry, I must be making you feel very uncomfortable." "No, no, I'm fine," Chris said. What he was really thinking was, 'Okay, this chick needs a drink or some weed.' "Well, you're here now. Why don't you head on inside, I've got the bags. Mom's probably waiting for you," Chris said. "Thank you, I guess there are some gentlemen left in the world," Jennifer said as she attempted to regain her composure. "Not like that fucking prick I married." 'Okay, there's probably more to this than him running a con game on a bunch of poor schmoes,' he thought. He went to pick up the bag and saw that the handle did indeed snap off. When he grabbed it to heave it up to his shoulder he thought he heard one of his vertebrae crack when he tried to lift it. 'Jesus Christ, what the hell did she put in here, the entire closet?' He looked back and saw that there was another suitcase the exact same size. 'Oh, this is going to suck.' When he looked up and watched Jennifer walk up the driveway his eyes were immediately drawn to curvy ass that twitched and shook with each step. 'Maybe this won't be so bad after all.' * * * * * Jennifer and Courtney spent the majority of the day together in the kitchen talking over a bottle of wine. Jennifer cried, vented and cried some more about everything that was happening, how her life was over because her idiot husband embezzled millions from the company he worked for, and she had no idea how he was having an affair with some 23 year old assistant, and that she had no idea what she was going to do now. Chris heard every word of this all the way up in his room. What amazed him was that she wasn't complaining or whining about how she couldn't go for her weekly mani-peti or go for a drink at some trendy wine bar with her high society friends, but that she was terrified because she wasn't sure she could even find a job, that she hadn't developed any skills because she didn't have to work thanks to her husband making so much money. Who'd hire her? Chris kind of understood what she meant, she'd lived a certain lifestyle for so long she didn't know much else; and yet, like everyone else, she'd have to start at the same place everyone else did if she wanted to make a living... the bottom. "Tell you what, let's go for a swim," Chris heard his mom say. "I don't think so," Jennifer said. "It wasn't a question. Besides, the sun and the cool water will do you some good," Courtney said. Jennifer sighed and the sound of the chair legs rumbling across the kitchen told Chris she'd reluctantly agreed. He breathed a sigh of relief; her constant talk about how her life sucks now was starting to bring him down. He'd wait till they were outside than go downstairs and check the internet and the newspapers for any available jobs for a newly graduated chef. "Chris," his mother shouted up the stairs. 'Oh no, what now?' He opened his bedroom door. "Yeah?" "Would you mind getting dinner ready for us tonight?" she asked. Chris' body went slack and he leaned up against the wall. "So much for searching for work," he muttered. "Yeah I suppose so," he said. "Thanks, sweetie, it'll really help. I owe you one," she said. Chris hid in his room a little longer until he heard both women head outside to the backyard, than made his way down to the kitchen. He remembered his mom had defrosted chicken and he poked through the fridge and cabinets to see how he could prepare it. He'd found everything he needed for Chicken Picatta. Chris blended all the ingredients together just as his instructors taught him and without using a written recipe. Just as he put the pasta in the water to cook he opened the kitchen window and called out to the pool that dinner was ready in ten minutes. Within five the door opened and in came his mom wearing her red one piece that reminded him of the suits they wore on Baywatch. "Oh, come on, you can't tell me you don't feel a little better after a swim," Courtney said facing the back door. "Yeah, I guess, a little," Jennifer said. For the second time in one day, this woman had forced Chris to exercise all the self control he could muster. Jennifer's long red hair hung around her shoulders. It had that damp toweled off sexiness that made a woman look so hot after she showered or swam. She had a body that could not be labeled as skinny, not in the least, but she was far from fat. Jennifer wore a white bikini that seemed to struggle to hold in a pair of massive 38 DDD breasts. Around her waist she had wrapped her towel like a sarong, and tied it low around her hips so it looked like something a belly dance wore. With each step her gorgeous hourglass hips swayed and swung back and forth while her spandex bound tits jiggled and bounced ever so slightly. Chris could hardly take his eyes off her and nearly burned his hands as he reached for the boiling pasta pot without pot holders. The sharp pain of his searing finger tips shook him back to reality. "What smells so good?" Jennifer asked. She smiled and showed off a row of professionally whitened teeth. "Chicken Picatta," Chris said. He was doing his best to try to ignore his natural urges to stare and drool over this bewitching creature. "Your son cooks?" Jennifer asked. "He'd better after all the money he spent on culinary school," she said. "Mom, I graduated in the top three percent of my class, I think I have a pretty good idea of what I'm doing," Chris said with a hint of sarcasm. "Really? A Chef!" Jennifer stepped over to the stove and grabbed the wooden spoon to taste the sauce Chris had just finished. As she leaned forward to taste and keep the sauce from dripping on her Chris saw how her huge tits hung from her chest out of the corner of his eye. In his most lust filled imagination he could see himself standing behind her wrapping his hands around her and cupping those two gorgeous mammaries, the soft flesh spilling out over the edge of his hands. "Mmmm," Jennifer said closing her eyes and savoring the sauce. "That is so yummy." She turned toward him and stood with her hand on her hip watching him with a raised eyebrow. The bottom of Chris' stomach dropped out and his heart rocketed into his throat. She simply shook her head and sighed as she turned toward Courtney. "Why couldn't I have hooked up with a guy like this when we were in our twenties?" "Cause I hadn't made one so perfect, yet," Courtney said. "I guess not." "Okay, can the two half naked women go get some plates and silverware before my head swells to the point where I can't fit it through the door?" Chris said. He wanted to play it cool around Jennifer, and had to make sure he wasn't being too obvious about staring at his mother's girlfriend. "Aw, are we embarrassing you?" his mother said. "No, you're giving me diabetes with all this sweetness," he said, trying to down play his embarrassment. The two middle aged women laughed. Courtney grabbed some forks and told Jennifer what cabinet the plates were in. Jennifer opened the cabinet and had to stand on her tip toes to get the plates from the top shelf. As she stretched her frame to reach her towel lost its grip around her waist and slipped to the floor. Chris was than greeted with the sight of a tight, round, heart shaped tush barely covered by a swatch of white material. Not so much a thong or a g-string, but not enough to leave much to the imagination. Jennifer put the plates down on the counter and quickly bent over to grab her towel, giving Chris an even better show. She quickly wrapped the towel around her. "Oops, that wasn't supposed to happen," she said. Courtney laughed. "Well, that's one old skill you could fall back on." "COURT-NEE!" Jennifer said. "Oh, my God, I can't believe you just said that!" She covered her mouth to hide her embarrassed smile. Chris was frozen in place holding the pasta bowl of Chicken Picatta both from the show he got and the exchange between his mom and her friend. "Wait, wait, wait! You're saying you were a stripper!?" "Never mind," Jennifer said. "That was years ago. Besides, no one wants to see some fat ass 43 year old dancing around on stage." "Oh, come on, Jen, you are far from being fat," Courtney said. "And, from what I hear, most of these young guys are really into this whole "M.I.L.F." thing." Courtney looked at her son. "Right, Chris?" Chris felt his face flush. "Oh, sweet Jesus, can we just eat!" Chris said. "You are so bad, Court," Jennifer said. "You just mortified your son." "Oh, please, he's a 21 year old guy who's still a slave to his urges. I've caught him on the computer a time or two, I know what he's into, and thank God it isn't anything deviant." Courtney grabbed a bottle of Pinot Noir, 2 glasses, and a beer for her son. "Besides, a little shock and embarrassment every once in a while reminds him he can't get anything past me." Courtney headed out to the dining room with her hands full. "And between you and me, I think he liked what he saw." Jennifer's eyes almost fell out of her head at her best friend's words. But even she noted how Chris had his eyes locked on her when she was rewrapping her towel around her. She hadn't seen her husband drool over her like that since they were first married. It felt good. * * * * * It had been a week since Jennifer had moved in and was starting to settle into a routine. Chris hadn't been around much as he was out searching for a job, with nothing opening up for him. When Sunday came Chris had decided he wasn't going to do much of anything and just veg-out. Chris decided to go down to the kitchen and grab a beer and make a sandwich. There was an old kung-fu movie from the 70's on and he wasn't going to miss it. As he headed for the stairs he passed the guest room Jennifer was occupying and noticed the door was open a few inches. Inside he saw Jennifer at the foot of the bed with her back to the door, wearing a pair of black lace cheekie panties, and not much else. She was folding her laundry into neat piles and each time she moved Chris could see the sides of her tits sway back and forth and her juicy round ass wiggle ever so slightly. It was so freaking sexy and took a conscious effort to tear his eyes away from watching that curvy goddess. Chris crept down past her room and down the stairs so as not to tip her off to the fact he had been spying on her. When Chris was at the bottom of the steps he called back up. "Hey, Jen, you up there?" "Yeah. What's up Chris?" she shouted back. "I'm making myself some lunch, you want a sandwich?" he called. Chris hoped she'd say yes. Over the past week he found that he enjoyed hanging around her, outside of her tearful bursts of depression. She could be funny and he could have a decent conversation with her. He also loved looking at her and watching her walk and how almost everything on her bounced and jiggled. Well, all the good parts, that is. "Yeah, I am a little hungry. Thanks, I'll be down in a minute to help you," she called. Chris gave a little fist pump. 'Yes,' he thought, than felt a little foolish. He was 22 and was acting like a 14 year old that just started noticing the girl's tits for the first time. He had all the bread, cold cuts, mustard, mayo, lettuce, tomato, and onion on the table ready to make some sandwiches. The sound of a rhythmic clicking caught his attention and knew it had to be Jennifer. Jennifer had this thing about wearing heels all the time. She said she felt very comfortable in them. His mom thought she was nuts as she loved wearing sneakers and flats whenever she could. 'To each their own,' he thought. Chris was paying attention to the food and called out, "Hey, do you want your bread toas—" he tripped over his words when Jennifer entered the kitchen. He was expecting to see her in jeans and t-shirt with her heels on. What he got was nothing more that her wearing a black silk robe that came to mid thigh with a pair of black heels that clicked over the tile floor with each step. "...toasted?" Chris completed his sentence. 'Holy shit,' was the only words in his head. Jennifer had her hair up exposing her long neck. He could tell she wasn't wearing a bra because with each step her massive tits jiggled and swayed. She had a walk that was just naturally feminine a sensuous, almost like a runway model's walk which just emphasized the sway of their hips. Chris could already feel a stirring in his groin. As this woman came closer his cock began to grow and press against his denim shorts. "Sure," she said. "Need any help?" "Uh... no... I... I'm alright," he said. "Oh, let me do something," she said. "Here, let me slice the onion." She picked up the knife and cutting board and began to slice the onion. Chris turned and put four slices of bread in the toaster oven. When he turned back to the center island in the kitchen his heart almost stopped. Jennifer's robe had opened just a little above her tie. She was using a back and forth motion with the knife to cut the onion and the little wiggle of her body from the motion made her tits shake back and forth in quick little shimmies. Her arms being so close together pushed those two beautiful mounds against each other. With each sawing motion of Jennifer's arm her tits would jiggle, like a sexy little dance just for him. The only image Chris had in his head was of burying his face between them and sucking on each nipple till they were hard and cherry red. Jennifer's Robe Ch. 01 "Think that's enough for two sandwiches?" she asked. Chris' eyes snapped up to her face. It took a second or two for him to process her words. "Uh, yeah, that's... perfect," he said as his eyes glanced back to her exposed cleavage. "Great." Jennifer went to the sink and washed off the cutting board and knife. Chris collected the bread from the toaster put them on two plates. Jennifer took hers and began picking what she wanted on her sandwich. With each reach she would lean this way and that, her motion shifting the soft pliable fabric making it looser and looser around her rocking tits. Chris could barely concentrate. He had frozen in place for so long a glob of mayo dripped off his knife onto the counter. Jennifer noticed the glob than looked up at Chris who was still in a hypnotic state. She looked at his eyes and followed his gaze down to her half exposed breasts. She rolled her eyes and closed the open robe with a tug her fingers. A shock went through Chris when he saw her hand quickly deny him the beautiful image he had been so transfixed on. He looked up and was greeted by Jennifer half glaring; half smirking with a raised eyebrow. "Enjoy the show?" she asked. "Uh...." Chris' tongue was paralyzed. She'd caught him red handed and there was no way he could bullshit his way out of it. The only word that came to his lips was, "Sorry." Jennifer snickered. "That doesn't answer my question. Did you enjoy the show?" "Well, uh... yeah... but I... I didn't mean to... I mean, I..." "You didn't mean to what? You saying you don't like titties?" "No, I mean, yeah I do. I just didn't mean to stare at yours," Chris said. "Why not? Mine aren't good enough to stare at?" she asked. She had her hand on her hip in mock insult. She was enjoying watching him squirm. "No, no, they are, I just...." Chris felt like an idiot. "I'm just going to stop talking before I make an even bigger ass out of myself." "Mmmm hmm. That might be wise." Jennifer picked up her plate, turned and headed back to her room. She couldn't let him think he could just peek at her whenever he saw the opportunity, even though she knew he'd probably try. He was 22 after all. Still, she hadn't seen a man stare at her like that in a very long while. A crooked little smile slowly appeared on her face. She walked out of the kitchen giving her hips a little more of a swing, knowing full well Chris had his eyes glued to her ass. * * * * * Jennifer pulled the pitcher of iced tea out of the refrigerator and poured herself a glass. She needed a break from surfing the internet looking for a job. Everything was now done over the web, companies didn't want to see or hear from you unless they had a job available, and even then they wanted you to fill out an application and than send a resume by eMail. That was where the problem lay for her, her resume was pathetic, at best. She'd met her husband (soon to be ex) not long after college. She had an entry level position at a marketing consulting firm and was already making a name for herself professionally. That was when she met Lucas. He was working for a client that her company had and she had been assigned to his department. The two began innocently flirting with each other over the course of two months and when the job ended for Jennifer he finally asked her to dinner. That turned into a two year romance, than a year and a half engagement, and a nearly thirteen year marriage. Lucas made so much money it became unnecessary for Jennifer to work. That was what was coming back to bite her in the ass. She hadn't worked since she was 28/29, hadn't kept up on any of the changes in the market enough to make her a viable job candidate to any firm. So where did that leave her? Looking for customer service positions in computer or sales firms or telemarketing; Jennifer didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Maybe she should seriously consider that joke Courtney made about her stripping again. She made damn good money at it in college and it paid for all five years of school for her; but who'd want to see a 41 year old woman take her clothes off for money. Well... Chris probably would, she was pretty sure of that. She took a sip of her iced tea. It was home brew that Chris made. She had to admit, it was great living in the same house with a chef... and damn could this kid cook. He was having kind of the same trouble she was having, no luck in the job market. The difference was that he was 22, young, fresh, and optimistic with his entire future ahead of him. While she... didn't. Christ, she had to stop talking like that before she ended up slicing her wrists. Where was Chris anyway? She hadn't seen him since this morning. Right on queue she heard a splash out in the backyard. Jennifer peered out the window and her jaw dropped a little at the sight climbing out of the pool. Tan, tall, and in that casually athletic shape a 22 year old guy should be in, Chris stepped up the pool stairs, water dripping off his toned frame. She had expected him to have a bit more meat on him from all the tasting he must do for his profession and from the loose fitting clothes he usually wore, it was actually quite the opposite. He wasn't skinny; his shoulders were broad the way a man's should be with thick arms that didn't have that gross over muscled look. Jennifer never did understand the fascination some women had with the gorilla look. He didn't have the six-pack washboard abs but his stomach was flat and toned. Jennifer had been around gym bodies most of her adult life and could recognize one at a glance. Chris had a body that a man gets from hard manual labor, like the landscaper her and her husband used; Sergio, God she could stare at him all day, and sometimes did. Jennifer watched Chris walk over to the diving board and spring into the pool, his arms outstretched to spear into the water. He reminded her of some of the guys she used to fuck in college. 'Jesus, girl, what's wrong with you? That's your best friend's kid. Never mind the fact you're old enough to be his mother,' she thought. But, the way he looked at her, it gave her such a high, and there really wasn't anything wrong with looking. He enjoyed it and so did she, so where was the harm? Besides, she'd been at the computer all day, and earned a little break. 'Maybe I'll join him for a swim. It could be a good opportunity to get to know him better, chat a little.' Jennifer ran upstairs and almost jumped out of her clothes than rifled through her drawers to find her white bikini, the one she wore the first day she came here. She ran a brush through her hair and brushed her teeth really quickly. She stopped just as she was about to go out. She couldn't go like this, it would look too eager. She went back in and grabbed her white Terry cloth robe, the one she loved wearing as soon as she came out of the shower. It was kind of hot outside, but the way he reacted to her black silk robe would definitely make it worth while. She tied the robe around her waist and opened the top just enough to show off her cleavage. At 41 her girls had a little sag to them, but they still looked full and round. Mostly because she hadn't had any kids and still worked out. Her tummy had a little bulge to it, but not bad, she'd actually been told it looked sexy. Looks like those crunches she hated so much paid off. "Okay," she said and took one last look in the mirror. "Let's go make a 22 year old guy horny." * * * * * Chris loved the feeling of swimming underwater, even though he was deprived of air the feeling of the water enveloping him just felt safe. He'd read somewhere that humans had a hard-wired love of being submerged because it reminded them of the womb. He guessed it made sense. Truth be told he never gave it much thought, he just knew he loved swimming underwater. He could feel his lungs start to tighten and swam up from the bottom of the deep end. As he got closer to the surface he could see a blurry white image standing by the edge of the pool. He closed his eyes as he broke the surface and wiped his face than grabbed the edge of the pool. The first thing he focused on was a pretty little foot with red painted toenails in a white high heeled sandal. He followed it up to a naked mid-thigh that disappeared inside a white robe. Further up he was greeted by a generously exposed cleavage and the beautiful face of Jennifer. "There you are, I haven't seen you all day. I was wondering where you went." She stood at the edge of the pool, almost posing with her hand on her hip. Her red hair seemed to frame her face and cascade down her shoulders to rest on her huge tits. "How's the water?" Chris had to almost shake himself out of the trance she seemed to so naturally put him under. "Uh... it's nice. A little bit of a shock when you first get in, but not bad." "Think I'll join you. I need a break from that computer." Jennifer headed off toward the diving board with that sexy little swing to her walk. It was just enough to grab your attention and lock your eyes right on those two curvaceous ass cheeks as they twitched and shook up and down with each step. Chris was trying so hard not to be obvious about staring at her, but it was blatantly obvious that she wanted his eyes directly on her and no where else. When she got to the diving board she pulled the tie on her robe allowing it to fall open and remained there for a few seconds to let Chris take her in. She peeled back first the left side than the right and revealed her deliciously voluptuous body to her one man audience. She looked like a Greek goddess in a white designer bikini. As she kicked off her sandals and climbed onto the diving board she stretched her arms over her head and bowed her back a little pushing her tits out further. Chris' cock jumped to rock hard solidity in a matter of seconds. Jennifer took a few running steps that made those two glorious boobs shake and jump than dove into the water. If Chris hadn't been in the water he would've fallen to his knees in numb fascination. When Jennifer emerged from the water, her hair perfectly straight back, Chris' jaw almost hit the pool floor; Jennifer had a nipple slip. "Whoo, that is a bit of a shock at first," she said. Chris knew she wasn't lying, her nipple was as hard as a pebble, dark pink and a large round areola. She let herself sink back down under the water to her neck and ran her fingers under the straps around her neck and down to the cups straightening her top out in that instinctive way girls in bikini's did. Jennifer looked at Chris and held back her smirk at how dumbfounded he looked. She had his absolute attention. It made her feel so sexy, and so alive. That was one of the big reasons she used to strip in college. Sure the money was awesome and she never wanted for anything, but when she got up on that runway and the music started playing, and all eyes were on her, there was no other high on earth that could compare to it. Her husband used to stare at her like that, for the first five years of their marriage, than his eyes found other things to look at, the same 23 year old thing he started sticking his dick into. "So... umm... how's the job search?" Chris asked. She smiled at his attempt to make conversation. "Not what I expected. Looking for a job is so cold and impersonal now. Everything is done on the computer. It's like no one wants any human contact." Jennifer swam to the shallow end near Chris and rested her back against the side of the pool. "Yeah my mom said that when she changed jobs. At least the restaurant business isn't like that. If they're really busy, they won't have time to post jobs on the internet. You want a job go in and ask them," Chris said. "That's what I'm talking about. Maybe, I should work in a restaurant, be a waitress or a bartender to make some money." "Nah, waitresses get treated like shit and bartending isn't as easy as you think. It's almost as involved as being a chef in some places." Chris climbed up the pool stairs and headed to a little cooler by one of the lounge chairs. "Want a beer?" Jennifer smiled. 'Maybe this will go better than I thought,' she thought. "Sure," she said. "I've got to do something," she said after a sip. "I can't sponge off your mom forever," she said. "Well, what about what my mom said, go back to your old job," Chris said. "There aren't a lot of jobs out there for some one with a marketing degree that hasn't been used in almost twenty years," Jennifer said. she stood up a bit more and stretched her arms out on the sides of the pool, her tits floating on the surface of the water making them look even fuller, if that was possible. "Umm, no, I mean your old job, in college," Chris said. He took a pull from his beer to take the attention off his cheeks starting to flush a little. "Oh, that job," she said and arched her eyebrow at him. "Did that surprise you to hear that I used to be a stripper?" "Well," Chris' face was getting redder. "It wasn't what I was expecting to hear. Sorry." "For what? I have nothing to be ashamed of. I had a job I made great money at, I had the brains to keep myself out of the trouble a lot of the other girls got into, and I had the body to do it with," she said. "I'd say you still do," Chris said. He almost had a heart attack when he brain registered what he said. Jennifer cocked her head to the side. "You think so?" Chris nodded. He swore if his face got any hotter the water around him would start boiling. "Thanks," she smiled. "But, I don't think a lot of gentlemen's clubs would have use for a 41 year old stripper." "I don't know. A lot of guys are into the older woman thing." Chris looked away, pathetically attempting to look non-chalant. "Yeah, I've heard. So, what are saying? Would I qualify as a M.I.L.F.?" she asked. "Umm... no, not a M.I.L.F., you don't have any kids, so it's kind of impossible to be a M.I.L.F. in your case," Chris said. "I suppose you're right." Jennifer couldn't help but feel a little deflated. "I think you'd fall more into the category of Cougar," he said. "A what?" Jennifer asked. "A cougar; a woman who goes for guys who are fifteen to twenty years younger than her, that is if you went for guys that much younger than you," he said. "Well, I might. He'd have to have the things I find attractive," she said. "Well... uh... what do you find attractive on a guy," Chris' heart was pounding away in his chest. He liked how this conversation was going and started to wonder what direction it was going to head. "Why do you want to know? You know a guy who might strike an old Cougar like me as attractive?" "Maybe, I don't know, I thought we were just talking," he said. A devilish little grin spread across Jennifer's face. "Well, if we're just talking, I guess I like a guy who's fit." "Oh, you're into the whole Brad Pitt, wash board abs type," Chris said. "No, no, I don't mean chiseled. Most guys who put that much time into sculpting their bodies are either gay or completely narcissistic. No, I mean fit. You know, strong, aren't afraid of work or getting his hands dirty, and doesn't get winded after running ten yards. I like a guy to look like a guy, not a wad of silly putty. I don't really care about hair color or stupid shit like that, just as long s he looks like a nice piece of man," she said. "And he'd have to be hung like Ron Jeremy, right?" Chris said. Jennifer laughed. "You've been hanging around too many party girls." "Well, every girl I know kept saying they need a guy with at least seven or eight inches to really feel good," "Well, they're way off. Let me tell you something about cock," she said. Chris' knees almost gave out. He was not expecting his mom's friend to throw out the word cock. He also couldn't believe how sexy it sounded when it spilled past her lips. Jennifer giggled at his shock. "What, you've never heard a grown woman say cock?" Chris shook his head. She took another sip of her beer. "Length doesn't mean a thing. It could be nine inches long and just feel like someone poking you in the stomach. It's width that does it," she said. "Oh, yeah?" Chris perked up at that. "Mmmm hmmm. We used to say back when I danced. If it ain't thick, it ain't worth shit," she said. Chris laughed at that. "Well, I guess that gives hope to a lot of guys." "Why have you gotten complaints from some of your girls," she asked. "Uh... no, no!" Chris couldn't believe she asked that. "I'm just saying if more girls thought that way, guys wouldn't be so worried about their length, especially if it's thickness that satisfies women." "Maybe, but even if it's nice and thick, if you don't know how to use it, you're only half way there," she said. Chris nodded at that than took another sip from his bottle. "So were you a popular girl at the club where you danced?" "Why do you ask?" "Well, you said you made good money. I've always heard that the more popular girls are the ones who get the most cash thrown at them. So, I'm going to guess you were pretty popular," he said. "I had my fans and a few regulars," she shrugged than emptied her bottle. "I'm going to get another one." Jennifer stood up and stepped right in front of Chris. "You want?" All Chris saw were a pair of huge tits staring him directly in the face, coupled with those two words, he had to fight the instinct to grab her and bury his face between them. Instead he polished off his beer. "Yeah, sure," he said. Jennifer climbed out of the pool. The weight of the water on her suit made her bottoms slide down a little showing the top of her ass cleavage. Chris' eyes zeroed in on that spectacular little cleft like a sniper finding his target. Jennifer reached a hand back and pulled it up, than glanced back at Chris with a knowing smile. She still walked with that sexy sway to her hips that made each ass cheek twitch with metronome timing. As she came back with two beer bottles Chris was again mesmerized by her two rocking tits that danced slightly with each step. She couldn't help but grin as he watched her, this time without even attempting to hide the lust in his eyes. "Christ, you must have been something when you danced," he blurted out. The beer was making him a lot ballsier. "Do you think all your regulars remember you?" Jennifer climbed down the stairs into the water, and stood in from of Chris at her full height, her tits level with his face. He slowly raised his eyes and looked at her. "Trust me, honey, if you saw me, you'd remember me," than handed him his beer. Chris' mouth went completely dry. He grabbed the beer and chugged half the bottle. Jennifer settled in next to him in the water. "So, now it's your turn. What do you like about a woman? What gets you going?" "Umm... well. I'm not too different from most guys. I guess," he said. "That really doesn't tell me much," she said. "Okay, are you a leg man, ass man, breast man, as if I needed to even ask?" Chris smiled and looked away like a fifteen year old who got caught looking at a playboy. "Why are you blushing? You're a normal 22 year old man," she said turning his face back to him with her fingertips. "You're supposed to like tits, you're hardwired for it." "Well, there's a lot to like about you," he said. Jennifer splashed him playfully, and then sighed in mock exasperation. "I guess I can't argue with you there... jerk. So, is it just that simple for you, a big pair of tits and you're hooked?" "No, no, I'm not that two dimensional. A girl doesn't just have to have huge tits for me to like her. I guess you could say I like a curvy balance. I'm not really into skinny women, they need to have curves to them. To me that's what makes a woman a woman, especially if she has an hourglass figure." Chris took another drink from his beer. Jennifer's Robe Ch. 01 "I see," Jennifer said, her crooked smile on her face again. There was a bit of tense silence between them. "So you really enjoyed that robe I had on the other day, huh?" she asked as she moved next to him. "Uh huh, oh yeah," he said. Had someone taken his temperature he knew it would've been through the roof. "Is that something that excites you, a woman in a robe?" she asked and moved closer. Chris swallowed. "Uh huh." "What do you like about it?" She was practically sitting on his lap. "Umm... well, uh... I guess it's uh... because it umm... conceals your body, uh, I mean her body, but uh... shows it off, too, I guess." Chris was so worked up, he couldn't believe this voluptuous woman, his mother's friend, who was practically on top of him, was playing with him like this. "Kind of like when a woman has nothing but a towel wrapped around her?" "Uh huh... yeah," he said. "And when my robe started to fall open, was that just part of the thrill of seeing me in my robe?" Jennifer turned her self directly in front of Chris. She was so close her tits were pressed right against his chest. Chris could only nod at her questions. Jennifer had her thigh pressed between Chris' legs. She felt his raging hard cock and the heat it was giving off should have been enough to make steam out of the pool water. She looked down between them then back up at him. "Feels like we would've loved you at the 'Honey Hole'" she said. Jennifer stared him in the eye for a minute longer than stood up, her tits grazing his face as she came to her full height. She raised her bottle to her lips and downed the rest of her beer like a sorority chick at a frat party, letting Chris take in anything he wanted as she stood in front of him. She pulled the bottle from her lips and sighed. "Well, I'm going to get back to my job hunt." Jennifer turned and walked to the pool stairs, her ass swaying from side to side. She placed her bottle on one of the plastic end tables and turned her back as she put her robe on. Chris' eyes never left her until he lifted his own bottle and took another drink. When he put it down he saw her closing her robe and turning back toward him. "Enjoy the rest of your swim," she said with a coy little smile on her face. "I'm sure I will," he said. "Oh, and Chris, this really happened." Jennifer opened her robe to him and showed she was wearing only a bikini bottom. Her huge triple-D tits hung on her chest full and round, and begging to be played with. She closed her robe and walked into the house. Chris couldn't think or speak. He stood in the water completely dumbfounded. When his senses finally returned he raised his beer and drained the rest of the bottle. "Good God, that woman's body was just built for fucking." Jennifer's Robe Ch. 01 "Well, I'm going straight to bed. I have to be back at the office by 7:00 tomorrow morning. This is not going to be a fun couple of weeks," she said as she went down the hall to her bedroom. Chris and Jennifer's rooms were both upstairs. When they heard Courtney's bedroom door close Jennifer threw herself at him and clamped onto his lips again, kissing him hard and deep. Chris grabbed onto her ass cheeks and squeezed and kneaded them like he did her tits earlier. She broke the kiss with him a few minutes later and smiled at him. "You sleep with your window open?" "Yeah. Why?" "Stay close to it tonight and listen. I'll have something for you." Jennifer gently kissed him again and turned to go upstairs. She walked slowly toward the stairs, swaying her ass with each step. Chris had an idea of what she had for him, but couldn't wait to see, or hear, what was coming, or who was cumming. Jennifer's Robe Ch. 02 Chris closed his bedroom door and opened his window. The rhythmic chirping of the crickets filled the night like an alien symphony. He turned out his light and pulled his computer chair close to the window. His mind raced with what he hoped Jennifer meant by having something for him tonight. He could hear his heart beating in his ears with excitement and anticipation. The minutes ticked by as he waited next to his open window. What did she have planned for him? He had a vision in his head of her climbing out her window and sneaking into his; which was absolutely ridiculous since they were on the second floor with a twenty foot drop below them and no ledge for either of them to climb on. He looked back at his alarm clock and noticed fifteen minutes had passed. God, what was she waiting for? Maybe she'd fallen asleep and forgotten. Maybe she wasn't going to do anything and this was just some fucked up game she was playing with him. 'Will you listen to yourself,' Chris thought. 'Jesus, you sound like some desperate teenager. Just relax, after all that happened down there, I don't think she's finished with you.' Chris sat for another few minutes and just listened, patiently. He was about to go to bed when he heard the sound of a window sliding open. He snapped into a state of readiness and waited to see what would happen. "Chris. You there?" came a whispering female voice. "Jennifer?" he whispered back. "Did you enjoy yourself downstairs?" she asked in a soft voice. "You know I did. How about you?" he said. "Very much, and it's not quite over, yet," she said. "I have to tell you, you got me so horny when we were playing. I almost took you right there." "Well, I can come over and remedy that situation for you," he said, his spirit soaring in hopeful anticipation. "With you mother directly below us. I think the bed squeaking would definitely wake her up," she said. "Not if we're quiet." "Yeah, I'm not the quietest woman in bed," she said. Chris' mouth dropped. Images of her riding his cock as she screamed and moaned flooded his imagination. God, he hoped they'd come true sooner or later; hopefully sooner. "You still there?" she asked. "Uh, yeah, my mind just drifted off there for a second," he said. Jennifer giggled. "Really? What were you thinking about?" "I was... uh... thinking about you being not so quiet," he said and tried to sound cool about it. "You like a woman who makes some noise in bed?" she asked, her voice becoming thicker. "Mmmm hmmm," he said. "How were you picturing me not being so quiet?" "I... um... was thinking about you straddling me on the couch, only you weren't wearing your p.j.'s, you were completely naked, except for your black robe," Chris said. "I was wearing my robe? Was it open?" she asked. "Yeah, it was wide open, and you were bouncing up and down on my cock. Your tits were bouncing and even hitting me in the face," Chris said. "Yeah?" Jennifer went silent for a second or two. Chris listened closely; he thought he could hear her breathing heavier. "Were you sucking on my titties?" "Oh you know I was. I had one nipple in my mouth and was bobbing my head just to keep up with your rhythm. My hands were wrapped around your ass cheeks helping you slide up and down my cock." Chris listened again. He could hear little moans and whimpers coming through his window. Fuck, she was masturbating. She was actually playing with her pussy to his words, and she wanted more. "What happened next?" she asked. The anticipation in her voice encouraged Chris' narration. "You took off your robe and wrapped it around my neck pulling me closer to your tits. Than I grabbed your ass real tight and stood up, my cock still inside you, and turned around so you were lying on the couch. I grabbed your legs and held them together to make your pussy tighter and started to slam my cock deep into your pussy," Chris said, trying to paint a picture for her. "Oh fuck, keep talking, Chris. Keep talking," she moaned. "Than I rolled you over and bent you over the seat of the couch. I grabbed a handful of your hair and my other hand grabbed a handful of your tits as I kept plowing into your pussy from behind." He could hear her moans getting louder and her breathing getting faster. "Can you feel me inside you? Do you feel me pounding your pussy from behind, my balls slapping against your clit?" "Yeah. Oh, Chris I can feel you," she whimpered. "Are you playing with your clit while I fuck you, like you're playing with your clit now?" "Oooh.... Fuck... Chris... You're gonna make me cum," she moaned. "You gonna cum? You gonna cum for me? Come on, rub that clit. Slip your fingers deep into your pussy. Come on, play with that pussy for me," Chris hissed through the window to her. He so badly wanted to go into her room, throw her onto the floor and fuck her so hard he'd pound her through to the first floor. "Oh God, Oh God, Oh God... OH, AAAHHH, AAAHHH, AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!! HOOO GOOOODDDDD!" Jennifer's climax was so loud he kept looking over his shoulder expecting to see his mother burst in and demand to know what's going on. He listened out the window and heard her breathing start to slow and relax as she came down from her orgasm. "Oh, God. Oh, that felt good," he heard her say. "God, you made me cum so hard, Chris." "Glad to be of service," he said. Jennifer chuckled. "Oh, you were, trust me on that." "I just hope you didn't wake up my mom with that orgasm of yours," he said, a bit worried. "We'll have to see," she giggled. "Well, I don't know about you, but I'm ready for bed. Hope I gave you something nice to dream about," she said. "Sweet dreams, Chris." "That's it? I can't come over and maybe we can play some more?" he asked. He was trying to keep himself from sounding desperate and realized that was a lost cause. "Not tonight, sweetie. I'm sorry. But, don't be too disappointed, this wasn't a one time thing. We'll play again. Goodnight," she said. He heard the window close along with his hopes of having sex tonight. "Yeah, goodnight," he said. He climbed into bed and lay there for a moment replaying the events of tonight in his mind. He wasn't sure how this all started with her, but he wasn't questioning it, he was just going to enjoy it and ride it out for as long as he could. His mind replayed their make out session on the couch and he used the soundtrack of her masturbating along with it. In no time his cock was rock hard and he decided to follow Jennifer's lead as he began to stroke himself. * * * * * It still seemed like a dream to Chris. It had been two days since he and Jennifer had made out on the couch. He could still feel the pressure of her body on his lap and the heat from her bare breasts against him. Her skin was so smooth and soft like living silk, simply touching and kissing her made him feel like he was high. What made her even more attractive was how confident she was in her sexuality. He'd often heard how many women going through a divorce had lost a lot of their confidence in themselves or in how desirable they were. Jennifer was different. Maybe it was something ingrained in her from her career as a stripper that made her realize she was so sexy and knew just how to use her sensuality. Maybe it was something that came with age and experience; he noticed his mom was a very confident woman and dressed in a manner that wasn't provocative, but still turned heads. Whatever the source of Jennifer's confidence was, Chris found it extremely appealing. She had a take charge attitude and Chris was more than willing to give her the reigns and let her do the steering. When he came down the stairs he heard the water running in the kitchen and the clinking sound of dishes being washed and stacked in the drying rack. When he walked in his excitement level jumped when he saw Jennifer standing in her black, thigh length silk robe. As she washed and rinsed the dishes from her breakfast her curvy ass jiggled and shook like one of those little dashboard hula girls. She had her red hair pulled up in a hair tie, which just did the impossible and made her look even sexier. Chris' cock got hard so fast he thought it might jump off his body. The way the material would come to rest against her ass and settle against her ass cleavage made him wonder if she had a thong on or nothing at all. Either way, he didn't care, he was still enjoying the show. His cock had pitched a massive tent in his shorts and he grinned a mischevious grin. He crept up behind her and looked down at her still shaking ass. He almost gave himself away with laughter when the thought of yelling "Charge!" and poking her in the ass with his erection came to his mind, but he thought she might not find it all that amusing. Instead he slowly leaned his hips in to gently sink his cock in between her legs and wrap his arms around her waist. Jennifer gasped when she felt Chris' cock head snake its way between her thighs. She tried to turn around but found he'd already pulled her into him and held her in a firm but gentle grip. "Good morning, Chris," she said. "It could be," he growled into her ear. "Oh, really?" she said and leaned back into him nestling her ass against his hips. She opened her legs just a little and let his silk covered cock wedge itself deeper into her taint. She smiled when she heard him moan and grind himself into her. "That might be a little difficult to manage." "Yeah?" he said. His fingers found her robe's tie and gently slipped it out of its knot. "Uh huh," she said. She had forgotten just how good the feel of a man's strong chest against her back and his grip around her waist could be. She loved how readily her body responded to it. "And why is that?" When he slipped his hands inside her robe and up her bare tummy, he could feel the bottoms of her breasts and let his hands rise up to cup them completely. She felt herself get a little lightheaded and her heart sped up and pounded so hard she could feel it all the way up in her ears. She almost didn't want to answer him; she was more than ready to let him bend her over the sink and fuck her like a whore he'd never see again. She took a deep breath and swallowed hard as she forced herself to regain her composure. "Because, your mom is home." Chris stopped himself in mid-grope and let his hands fall to his sides, his hopes of fucking Jennifer in the kitchen deflated. "Are you serious?" "Fraid so, sweetie," she said closing her robe around her than turned to face him. "Fuck," he said. "Sorry," she said and put her arms on his shoulders. "We could be quiet," he said. Jennifer smiled at how cute he looked with an expression of hope plastered on his face. "Sweetie, I told you last night, I'm not quiet, nor do I want to be," she said. "Come on, it's no big deal," he playfully urged her and laid his hands on her waist. "What's no big deal," his mother said as she walked into the kitchen. Chris' heart stopped dead in his chest and Jennifer's eyes grew so big they looked as if they would've popped out. He didn't think, rather he simply reacted and said the first thing that came to his head. "She saw a spider," he said looking over his shoulder. He tried to keep his voice as nonchalant as possible hoping to play off any suspicion. When he looked at his mom over his shoulder she was wearing her ratty old college sweatshirt and held her head like it weighed a ton. She was having one of her migraines. Jennifer slid her hands from his shoulders and just laid her whole body against him. "Courtney, you should have seen this thing, it was huge." She could still feel his hard-on against her stomach, there was no way he could walk past her like that, migraine or not. "Oh, come on, it wasn't that big," Chris said, keeping the act up. "No, it was pretty big," she said than slipped a hand inside his shorts and grabbed his shaft. His eyes darted from her face to his cock in absolute shock. A look of sheer terror crossed his face and he wordlessly begged to know what she was doing. Her other hand pulled his waist band back a little than used it to pin his cock head against his stomach, than draped his shirt over it. "If you saw this thing you'd know what I mean." She gave him a look that just said 'you're welcome'. Chris breathed a silent sigh of relief and relaxed. "Well, that's what a guy's job is." He mouthed the words thank you and turned away from his mom to sit at the kitchen table. "Slayer of bugs and all other manner of creepy crawlies. I thought you had to be at work today to present that project you were working on the other night." "The CFO had some kind of emergency meeting at the Chicago office, so it's been put off for two days, which is good because I feel like shit today and that presentation would have been a complete mess if I had to give it in this condition," she said. Courtney was very susceptible to migraines and when they came on, they came hard and she usually spent the rest of the day in bed doped up on prescription pain killers. "What, no kiss?" she said to Chris. Chris stood and leaned forward across the table, desperately trying to hide his erection. Jennifer bit her lower lip nervously hoping he wouldn't give himself away. "Gee, don't strain yourself," Courtney said. "It's not like you have a migraine or anything." He gave his mom a kiss and quickly sat back down. He could feel his penis softening; and, let's be honest, the quickest way to kill a boner is to mention your mom. "God, I hate these migraines," Courtney said as she sat down across from him. "I'm going to try to do some work from home today, but I doubt I'm going to get much done. Probably just end up taking a long nap and hope this headache is gone by the time I wake up." She reached across the table and grabbed Chris' hand. "Can you make dinner tonight, please?" Her eyes pleaded with him. "Yeah, okay. It won't be anything fancy, I'm going to be gone most of the day to try and find work," he said. "That's fine," she said. "I'm going back to bed. Try and keep it to a dull roar out here," she said. "Not a problem," Chris said. Courtney got up, poured a glass of water, and shuffled back to her room on the other side of the living room. Once they heard the door close they both started laughing than shushed each other and tried to stifle themselves. "Holy shit," Chris said. "I thought we were caught for sure." "So did I," Jennifer said. "And than when you said something about spiders, I thought, oh she'll never buy that." "Well, it was the quickest thing I could think of, so I just went with it. Most women seem to be afraid of spiders," he said. "You got lucky." Chris shrugged. "It was a calculated risk." Jennifer rolled her eyes. "Risk, my ass. She was so disoriented she would've barely noticed that raging hard-on you had. And, that's hard to ignore." "You think so?" he said. "I could barely fit my hand around it, so yeah, it's quite noticeable." "Well, thank you," he said and dipped his head in a mock bow. "Now, if you'll excuse me, my massive case of blue balls and I are going to shower and head out." Chris winced a little and made his way upstairs. "Aww, I'm sorry," Jennifer giggled. "No, no, s'okay," he said stoically. "I'll take care of it." Jennifer laughed again. Chris was like any guy, he loved making the girls laugh, but she really had no idea how much pain he was in. * * * * * Chris tossed his shirt on the floor than laid on his bed. He grabbed hold of his meaty cock and immediately recalled the memory of it wedged between Jennifer's thighs. Add to that the image of his hands cupping her big beautiful tits and he was both physically and mentally ready to burst. The sight of her at that sink in that sexy black robe and not much else made him so horny. He wanted her so badly. He'd never wanted a woman so badly in his life. Jennifer just oozed sex and sensuality, and more importantly, she owned it. God, he wanted to fuck her, fuck her till she screamed so loud the windows in the house shattered; and when she said she wasn't quiet, that just made his imagination race even more. He could picture her screaming and moaning like a whore as his cock drilled into her sopping wet pussy. By now his cock was a rock hard pillar in his hand as he stroked himself off to the fantasy of sex with his mom's friend. "Can I play, too?" Jennifer said in a deep sensual voice. Chris was so lost in thought he never heard her come in. He gasped and nearly jumped off the bed. He reached for his shorts and tried to pull them back up. "What are you doing? You were so eager to poke me in the ass with that earlier and now you're embarrassed and trying to hide it?" she said. "Well, yeah, but..." Chris couldn't put his words in order and ended up just trailing off. "But what?" she said and closed the door behind her. "Why are guys so ashamed for a girl to see them masturbate?" Jennifer stepped over to him, putting a little more sway in her hips and slowly pushed him back on the bed. "I masturbate all the time." She knelt down and pulled his shorts back down. "Yeah?" he asked, offering absolutely no resistance. "Mmmm hmmm," she nodded. "Did you enjoy listening to me the other night?" she asked as she lightly ran her fingernails down his thighs. "Yeah, that was so hot," he said. The gentle scratching down his legs felt like he'd been touched by a live wire. "What was so hot about it? What'd you like the most?" "Listening to you moan and tell me to keep talking dirty to you. I loved listening to you whine when you were getting close. It made me think I was doing it to you." "You like making the girls whine and moan?" she asked. Her eyes went from his face to his cock and her eyes widened hungrily. "Uh huh," he said. 'Oh God, please tell me she's going to do what I hope she's going to do.' "You think you could make me whine like that?" she asked. She reached up and started climbing up his body like a cat that was about to pounce. He could only nod in response. "You wanna try?" Chris' heart was pounding away in his chest as she crawled up his body and was now eye to eye with him; the only thing between them was the thin silk material of her robe. Her long red hair had fallen on either side of her face and brushed his cheeks sending jolts across his flesh. The blue in her eyes had become so deep and intense he thought he was staring at a pair of sapphires, and her milky white skin reminded him of the most delicate porcelain. She was so beautiful he hardly had the words to completely describe her to any of his friends when they asked him about who the hottie was that was staying with him. She lifted herself up, still straddling him. His cock was pinned between his lower abdomen and her thong covered pussy as she ground her hips onto him and than slid back and forth agonizingly slowly as she dry humped him. She reached up and grabbed one of her robe ties between her thumb and index finger than slowly started to tug on it until it came undone from the simple knot she had it tied in. As it came apart her robe began to fall open revealing a strip of flesh from her tummy all the way up to her cleavage. Chris' eyes were locked on her body and the stripper in her was enjoying all the attention he was giving her. She reached down to grab hold of his hands than laid them on her tummy trusting he'd know exactly where she was leading him. Without any further encouragement he slid them up, his arms pushing the robe further open and revealed her gorgeous tits, than grabbed hold of both from underneath and squeezed them. His grip distorted the shape of them and pushed the areolas and nipples out from her body. Jennifer closed her eyes and let him play and knead her ample titties, reveling in the way he was manhandling her body. After a few moments of play she grabbed his wrists and pulled his hands away from her. She leaned forward over him pinning his wrists on the bed next to his head; her tits fell onto his chest with a light slap. She looked deep into his eyes and kissed him hard, her tongue pushing past his lips into his mouth and probed deeply. He slipped his arms out from her grip and circled around her body under her robe as his own tongue responded to hers. She broke their kiss and looked at him again. "Let's make each other whine and moan." She crawled off of him, turned around and threw a leg over his head until she was straddling his face, than laid down until she was face to face with his cock. Jennifer's Robe Ch. 02 'Oh fuck, she wants to 69! I'm actually going to 69 her,' he thought. His nose was inches from the silky patch of her thong that covered her twat. The delicious scent of her natural perfume mixed with the body wash she used wafted into his nose and gave him a feeling of being high. He ran his hands over her round curvy ass cheeks caressing her smooth skin than slid his fingers under her waist band and slid it down over her tush. He watched as the material covering her pussy peeled away slowly revealing neatly manicured pussy lips that glistened with moistness like morning dew. Jennifer lifted one of her legs and slipped it out of her thong to give Chris better access to her honey hole with a flexibility that he swore made his cock even harder. That was when he saw it. "Oh, wow," he said. "What?" she asked. "I've just never seen a real redhead before," he said. His eyes were locked onto the small patch of red hair that lay just above her pussy. It had been trimmed to the size of about a half-dollar and stood over her clit like a crown. Jennifer laughed a little. She rolled onto her back and spread her legs for him. "You like it?" Chris could only stare at this gorgeous creature lying with her legs splayed for him so he could get a good look at her most secret place. "Oh, good God, yes!" She smiled. "Well, you know what they say about redheads, don't you?" Chris looked her quizzically and shook his head. "Red on top, fire in the hole." With that she placed her foot on his chest and shoved him onto his back than rolled over on top of him. Jennifer stared at the piece of man-meat in front of her and bit her lower lip in excitement. She'd felt him through his jeans and when he slipped himself between her thighs earlier, but she was amazed at just how thick it was. She pushed her hands down his lower abdomen and circled her fingers around the base of Chris' cock, her fingertips still almost a full inch away from circling around it. She watched it jump at her touch and smiled wickedly. She opened her mouth and breathed heavily over the head and felt his leg muscles tense. She was enjoying his reactions to her teasing. Young men's cocks were so easy to excite and get a response from, but they were also easy to climax if you went too far with teasing. Jennifer had to go easy, she wanted to enjoy this. She started at the base of his cock and dragged her flattened tongue all the way up the length of his shaft than swirled the tip around his head. When she pulled back she saw a small drop of pre-cum ooze out of his cock hole. She took the tip of her finger and spread the sticky fluid all over the head of his cock. Chris' moan brought a smile to her face and urged her on, she wanted to hear it again. Chris stared at her pussy, barely an inch from his nose. He marveled at how pretty it looked and reminded him of a tropical flower. He caressed, rubbed, and gently scratched her juicy round ass cheeks than grabbed the back of her thighs and used his thumbs to spread her pussy lips apart. He could feel his adrenaline surging from the sight of what was before him, and the feeling of her tongue sliding up his cock. Well, it was now his turn to make her squirm a little. He moistened his index and middle fingers and slid them down both of her pussy lips spreading them even further apart. Staring him right in the face was her pink little clit. He took the tip of his tongue and very lightly circled around the edges of it, being very mindful not to touch it, than very lightly blew on it. Her inner thigh muscles tightened and her pelvis shuddered. He figured she'd better be willing to get as good as she gives. Jennifer could feel him dancing around her pussy, purposely missing her clit, and making the anticipation in her grow. She decided play time was over, it was time to see how much this boy could take. She took the tip of her tongue and began to feather the head of his cock and than slurped the entirety of it into her waiting mouth. Right on queue she heard Chris let out a moan of satisfaction. She slowly slid her mouth down his length amazed at how thick he was, she could feel him stretching the corners of her mouth and wondered how far he'd stretch her pussy with this tool. She slid up him to his head maintaining her suction to really give some stimulation to all the sensitive nerves, than began to slowly pump her head in a slow rhythm, enjoying the feeling of his cock in her mouth. Chris had reached in deeper between her thighs and had spread her pussy lips wide. He began licking upwards with his tongue first over her clit, than he let his tongue dip into her slippery pussy hole, savoring the sweet taste of her natural lube. He mashed his mouth against her pussy hole and let his tongue slip as far as it could inside hoping her could find her g-spot. He moved down to her clit and pursed his lips around it and the soft surrounding flesh than sucked it into his mouth like it was a nipple. He'd been taught this by a girl he'd met in culinary school who said there was more to eating a woman out than just licking her clit. He began to nurse on Jennifer's clit stopping only to let his tongue flick over her clit than resumed his sucking. He was careful not to let his teeth graze over her sensitive little button, some women liked the quick tweak of pain and others hated it. Your first time 69ing with a girl (woman, rather) wasn't the time to find out. He released her clit from his mouth and wet his fingers again to slide them inside her. He pressed the pads of his fingers inside first than gently probed toward her lower tummy. If she had been lying face up he'd move his fingers in a come hither motion, but being that she was face down into looked like he was petting a mouse on the back of its head. He slid his fingers in deeper and deeper until he found the spongy little bean he was looking for. The little jolt Jennifer's body gave him told Chris it was time to see just how loud she could be... even with a cock in her mouth. "Mmmm!" Jennifer couldn't control her squeal as she felt Chris' fingers find her Spot and began to softly pet it. She had loved the way he was alternating between licking and sucking her clit and how slowly and deftly he had tongue and finger fucked her, but when he slid over her G it sent jolts of electricity all the way to her toes. He slipped his fingers out of her after only a few pets and began to work her with his mouth again. His tongue swirled around her clit than quickly tickled it with the tip. She could feel herself starting to heat up from his ministrations on her pussy and began to slowly buck her hips as she fucked his face. It didn't just seem like he knew what he was doing, but that he was enjoying himself and took his time playing with her. Not like her ex-husband (or soon to be) who saw oral sex as a race and giving her an orgasm was the finish line. Chris began alternating between finger and mouth, never letting Jennifer get used to or bored with one kind of pussy play. Chris had made her feel so fantastic he didn't realize he was actually benefitting himself. The hotter she got, the more she sucked his cock. He reached up behind him and grabbed one of his pillows to lift his head up a little closer to her pussy. The feeling of her bucking her hips and trying to fuck his mouth was awesome, but it was a challenge to keep up with her rhythm without putting a crick in his neck. That was when he felt it. He felt his cock slide deeper and deeper into her mouth until he felt her chin pressed against his lower abdomen. "Holy Shit! You can do that!?" he blurted out in complete amazement when she deep throated him. Jennifer slid off his cock with noisy, wet slurp. "I can do a lot more than that. Now, shut up and bury your face back in my pussy," she said. She spit of wad of saliva on to the head of his cock and slurped it back into her. Chris wasn't about to argue as he felt his rod plunge back into her throat. The two continued playing with and sucking the other off for the next ten minutes and filled the room with moans and slurping noises, they were both covered in sweat, saliva, and ecstasy. "Oh, God, Chris, don't stop. You're eating my pussy so good. I'm really getting close," Jennifer said, one hand sliding up and down his slobbery cock while the other massaged his balls. Chris didn't want to say anything, but he wasn't too far away from Exit O himself. He tried to shake it off and concentrate on keeping her going, he couldn't wait to feel her cum while she was on top of him. Jennifer shoved his cock back into her mouth and continued to work his knob, her head pumping like a jack hammer. Her mouth had created enough suction it felt like Chris had slipped his dick into a virgin pussy. His mouth played her clit like a musical instrument and her whines were music to his ears; she could feel her pussy tightening. Her mouth came off his cock with a loud pop and she looked behind him. "Oh, Chris, don't stop, keep going, please, don't stop. Aaah! Oh, fuck! Chris, keep going!" His lips had formed a seal around her clit and he alternated from sucking to licking. Her whines were getting louder, and her stomach tightened on his chest. She shoved his cock back in her mouth as she felt her orgasm peak to try and silence herself. What would have been a series of screaming ooohs and aaaahs, turned into a series of muffled screams that sounded like "MMMMMM, MMMMMM, MMMMMM HHHMMMMM!! MMMMM HHHHMMMM!! MMMMMM HHHMMMMM!! MMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!! FKKGGKKK!!!" Chris licked and sucked her clit for a few seconds more and than let his lips slowly drag off of her sensitive, cherry red button. She lay on his stomach and slipped his cock out of her mouth to try and catch her breath. It had been a while since she had had a man go down on her, and Chris had proven himself the perfect one to end her fast. Now, she had to return the favor. She swallowed his cock with a hungry "OOOHHMM" and returned to blowing him. She moved her mouth half way up and down while one hand stroked and rotated around the bottom half and the other continued to play with his sack. Chris lied there enjoying her mouth while he set about cleaning up her pussy lips with his tongue. He couldn't believe how sweet she tasted as he licked up her cum. The heat from her body and the glorious pressure of it on top her was more than he could have wished for. He laid his head back and just stared at what was in front of him. The sexiest women he had ever seen was straddling his face and literally shoving her pussy right into his mouth, demanding he eat her pussy out, while she sucked his cock like a gourmet lollypop. He caressed his hands up and down over her ass and returned to cleaning her smooth pussy up. He felt the pressure start to build in his groin. "Oh, Jeez." Jennifer's eyes smiled when she heard him and kept working his cock. She slipped one of her fingers from the hand she had on his balls against his taint than rub back and forth over it. Chris felt her finger on him and felt like a surge of electricity had shot into his balls. In a matter of seconds that pressure turned into a dam starting to break. "Oh, shit. Oh, God. I'm going cum, Jen!" He tried to hold back to give her time to pull his cock out of her mouth, but she just kept sucking and pumping. "Jen! Jen! Oh, shit... can't... hold... AAAAHHHH FUCK!" Chris exploded into her waiting mouth like a Roman Candle. "OH GOD!!! AAAAAHHHHH SHIIITTTTT!! FUCK!" he growled through gritted teeth. He could feel Jennifer continue to stroke his cock and work his balls and taint which only made him cum even harder. Her lips were tight around his head and sucked all of his cum up as he shot rope after rope of his hot seed into her mouth. Once his orgasm subsided she let his cock slide out of his mouth without leaving a drop on it. "Mmmmm," she moaned swallowing his load. "Did that feel good?" she asked looking back at him. "I was... going to ask you... the same thing... once I remembered where I was," he said, panting a little. "Oh, you were awesome. Where did you learn to eat pussy like that?" she said. She looked back at his cock still in her hand and lovingly ran the tip of her nose down than up the shaft and lightly kissed the head. "When women learn that you can cook well, they soon want to know if you can eat just as well," he said and flicked his tongue over her clit. "Oooh!" Jennifer jumped a little as he touched her still sensitive clit. "Well, you have proven yourself quite the gourmet." Chris chuckled and lightly smacked her ass cheeks. "Well, that was only an appetizer. How about we go shower and I can show you the main course?" Jennifer slid off him and turned so she was lying on top of him face to face. "I would love to, but not in the shower. I want to have some fun with you and I need a bed for that. Besides, without a cock in my mouth, I would definitely wake your mom up." "Yeah, that would've been pretty loud, I suppose," he said. "Well, when do you think we can...." "When we can what? Fuck?" she asked. Chris left his question unfinished on purpose just to hear her say fuck. He nodded. "You wanna fuck me?" she repeated, watching the excitement grow on his face. "You wanna slip that hard, thick cock in my wet pussy and fuck the shit out of me?" Chris' heart was pounding in his chest and he could feel his cock growing again. "Yeah," was all he could get out. "You gonna bend me over and fuck me like I'm your little whore?" "Yeah." He couldn't believe how sexual she was, and how horny he got for her so quickly. "You will, but we just need to wait for the perfect time," she said. She watched Chris' face fall with disappointment. "Aww, don't be sad sweetie. It won't be long." She kissed him passionately and slid her body off him and stood up, her open robe and sweaty body making her look so sexy and slutty. "In the mean time," she said sliding her thong off her leg than tossing it at him. "Hold onto this until we do." She turned and walked out of his room, her ass swaying under her robe as she left. Chris lay on his bed with her panties in his hand and his cock hard again. "Fuck, that's three times she's left me horny for her."