7 comments/ 84963 views/ 6 favorites Just One More Time Ch. 02 By: Fish_Tales You really need to read part 1 to understand what is going on here. It's not too long, so if you take the time, this will be all the more rewarding (hopefully!) You never know, if the story keeps getting good reviews, then maybe he'll have to do it Just One More Time.... **** They drove in silence to his place. That does it, he thought, I can't tell her it's over right now. It'll spoil dinner and she might react in a bad way. It wouldn't do to make everyone suspicious. I'll have to tell her tomorrow. It's over. No more. He was trying to keep his eyes on the road, but his concentration was waning. Mrs. Carson had her beautifully manicured hand in his lap. Her nails were not long, but they were long enough that her stroking was getting his cock hard again. He enjoyed the scratching of her nails through the fabric of his suit pants. Her hand had been there for fifteen minutes and they still had a further fifteen minutes to get home. God help me, he thought, I've got another hard on. I'm thirty five years old. Surely I can't have my fourth orgasm in less than an hour? He looked down at the perfect hand stroking his cock through his pants. The clear polished nails moving effortlessly up and down. Up and down.... Shit! I better concentrate or I'm going to run off the road here. Drive. It was hard to focus. Hard. Shit, don't use that word, it'll make you think of.... He felt his zip being pulled down. He didn't say anything. He was afraid to. The car was pulling up to a set of lights. He slowed down. The car may have slowed, but her hands didn't. Now they were inside his pants and the only thing standing between those soft, manicured fingers and his cock was the thin fabric of his underpants. Shit. Shit. Shit. I swear. Tomorrow I'm telling her. Over. Finished. Finito. She had one hand inside his pants and the other was deftly unbuckling his belt. She was an expert at this. And other things. If only his wife would do this. Feel him up in the car. Give him a handjob. Then he wouldn't be here, getting a handjob. It's not like it was a stranger, but still.... His belt was unbuckled and she released his button pants. He flicked his eyes from her to the road and then to her hands. It meant not much attention for the road, but it was all he could give. She had expertly made herself up after their marathon effort in the office. Her blonde hair had been brushed neatly back into place. She had applied a minimal amount of makeup. She didn't need much. At sixty, she made most forty year olds look weathered. He loved the wrinkles around her eyes. She looked experienced. She didn't just look experienced. She was. He knew. Her fingers had a hold of the elastic waistband of his underpants. She forced them down. She gently placed her hand under his buttocks. They didn't need to speak, they understood each other well. He did what he knew she wanted. He raised his arse in the air and she smoothly pulled his underpants and pants down to his knees. Great. He just hoped a truck or large SUV didn't pull alongside. They'd have a great view of his hard on sticking out like a ship's mast. She gripped his cock with her hands. Now she was unencumbered, so she had a full range of movement and tricks at her disposal. She had forgotten tricks that most women didn't even know. He knew. He'd enjoyed them all. But not anymore. No way. Tomorrow it was see you later. Thanks, but no thanks. This has to stop. The end. She turned in her seat so she was facing him. Now her skirt had ridden up a little and he was looking at her thighs. She was toned and looked after herself. He looked down at her thighs. He wanted to bury his head between them, put his tongue on her.... Watch the road, man. He nearly ran through a red light. He cleared his throat. There was a drop of sweat on his brow. Shit they'd be home in five minutes. Home. Where his wife and father were waiting. With dinner. He cleared his throat. Again. It was dry and his voice sounded hoarse. "Er, you know, we're going to be home in about five minutes. It's probably better if we stop doing this before we get there, otherwise...." He felt increased pressure from the grip on his cock. Pleasurable pressure. From beautiful soft hands. She raised an eyebrow and smiled at him, curling one side of her lips. Then she licked her lips and her bright red lipstick became glossy with her saliva. She placed her hand on his cheek and patted it gently. Oh fuck, he thought, she thinks it's challenge! Keep your eyes on the road! But it was difficult. She looked so beautiful, looking at him while her left hand pumped his cock softly. Then she began to slowly lower her head, her mouth slightly opened. Her blond hair began to fall around her face. She kept her eyes on his for as long as she could until her head was in his lap. He felt her breath on the end of his cock. It was wet with precum and she paused on her descent, licking it gently clean with her warm tongue. She continued on and her mouth closed over his cock. Fuck! She felt so good. His cock was hidden by her head and her blond hair spread over his belly and crotch, but he knew what was happening. He didn't need to see anything. He could feel what was happening. Her head was bobbing slowly up and down. Her tongue cradling his shaft, holding it in place as the rest of her mouth went to work. She took him down as far as his cock could go. He was by no means small, but it was nothing for her. He felt his cock pressing into the back of her throat and then on one of her descents, it actually passed the back of her throat and went deeper. He tried to be gentle, as he always was with her, but she was hungry for his cock and she wanted it all. She could have it all now. But tomorrow, he would sit her down and end it. They could no longer do this. It wasn't right. Over. He was finding it impossible to concentrate on driving and he prayed that there would be no other cars on the last stretch of road. They only had minutes to go.... She ket bobbing up and down, using everything. Her tongue massaged his shaft. Her throat rubbed on the head. Her lips dragged on his shaft and then enclosed on the head of his cock. And her hands. Her hands worked on his balls, gently massaging them, as if she was teasing the cum from them. Occasionally they would stray. Back towards his puckered hole. She would gently rim it with her fingers. Just gently. He would shake with the sensation. The tingle. He could actually see the driveway up ahead. Two minutes. He could stop the car. But she wouldn't want that. That was the easy way. She was always looking for a challenge. He drove with one hand and placed the other on her head. He twisted some of her hair in his fingers and then slightly increased the rate at which her head was bobbing on his cock. Her sucking became more intense. "We're nearly there," he said, his voice choked. Even though her mouth was full of his cock, she managed to nod. An extra firm scratch of his sack confirmed she understood the urgency of the situation. She began to suck much more strongly and bob her head more quickly. Her tongue also raised the intensity of its licking. Her mouth was warm and wet and he pounded his cock into her face with his upward thrusts. "Oh, geeez," he cried. "I'm coming......!" It didn't take long before he felt the cum bubbling in his balls. He made one final thrust into her mouth and then pushed down on the back of her head. Her nose was pressed against his belly and she placed her hands on his thighs, completely surrendering her mouth to him. He felt his cock slam into the back of her throat and he started spurting yet another load of cum. She felt around to release his hand and she moved her head up a little. He understood. She wanted some in her mouth. So she could taste it. That's why he loved this. Loved her. His cock twitched a few more times, pumping smaller and smaller dribbles into her mouth. Soon there was none left for her. She raised her head and licked him clean. Quickly. They turned around the circular driveway and stopped. He pulled his pants up and buttoned them, but he threw the belt in the back as he didn't have time to buckle it. The front door opened and his wife and father came out onto the porch. He looked across to her in the other seat. She looked beautiful. And cool. Makeup perfect. Every hair in place. How did she do it? He stepped out of the car and walked around to her side. He opened the door and took her hand to help her out. The same hand that had just been stroking his cock. Cupping his balls. Rubbing his sphincter. "Thank you," she said. She put her arm around him and they walked up the steps to the porch. He walked over to his wife and gave her a peck on the check. "How are you honey?" he said. He noticed her clothes. She'd been shopping. Then he shook hands with his father. "Hello, Mr. Carson," he said. "I hope you haven't been waiting too long?" "Not at all, son," he said. "I've been helping your wife prepare dinner." He winked at his daughter. "I think I should get daddy to help me more often," she said, "seeing you're always working back late." "I'm sorry, hon," he said, "but there's a lot of work to do before the end of financial year." Mrs. Carson clapped her hands together and rubbed them. Those hands.... Those wonderful hands.... "So what's for dinner then?" she asked, looking at them all. "Roast lamb and vegetables," her husband said. "I hope you're both hungry?" He smiled at them. He really was proud of the dinner he'd helped make. "Lovely," she said. "I'm sure we could do with some more protein." She winked at her son and he gulped involuntarily. As they were walking inside, his wife spoke. "We really were worried you were going to be late and spoil dinner." "Don't you worry, darling," said Mrs. Carson, "I'm there to organise things for him." He felt a bead of sweat form on his upper lip. "I'm glad of that, mum," she said, taking her father's arm and walking inside. Mrs. Carson took my arm and we followed them in. But not before she'd given my butt a quick squeeze. "I'll always make sure he comes on time," she said loudly. Just One More Time Ch. 03 Same deal as before - you really need to read parts 1 & 2 to understand what is going on here. They're not too long, so if you take the time, this will be all the more rewarding (hopefully!) You never know, he should really be calling the whole thing off, but if she keeps it up, then maybe he'll have to do it Just One More Time -- again!.... I welcome all the comments and votes I have received for the previous stories. Please feel free to keep it up and I promise to get back to you when I can. ***** Mr. and Mrs. Carson and his wife set the table while he got out of his suit. He hurried as he didn't want to hold everyone up. He changed into jeans and a t shirt and went back downstairs. The dining room table had been set up and there was a large steaming leg of lamb on one tray and potatoes, carrots, pumpkin and kumera on the other. "Come and sit down, Aston," his wife said. "I will, hon, but I was wondering what everyone would like to drink?" "I think a nice cabernet sauvignon would be in order, don't you think?" said Mr. Carson. "Excellent choice, Richard," said his wife. "Cabernet sauvignon would go well with the lamb." He went to the wine rack and pulled out a Jacobs Creek St. Hugo from Australia. He and his wife had bought a case of it when they were there in the summer and it was one of their favourites. "Good choice," said his wife. He uncorked the bottle and sat down at the table. The couples were sitting across from each other so he sat across from his wife and next to Mrs. Carson. He poured everyone some of the wine and then raised his glass in salute. "Thanks guys for a lovely dinner." They all clinked glasses and got into the serious business of eating. "So you were saying it's been really busy at work," his wife said. "Yes," he said. "It's end of financial year and we have to get the books done by the end of the week." His wife nodded. "I was talking to dad about it and I was saying how lucky it is mum works there otherwise I'd be really suspicious. You know, late nights and all." He felt a hand on his thigh. The table cloth was large so the others couldn't see it, but he felt it. Oh God, not again, he thought. Not that he didn't want it, but seriously, at the dinner table? With his wife? "Yes, dear," said Mrs. Carson, "Ashton doesn't have much chance to play around with me there watching him like a hawk." He nearly snorted the wine out of his nose, but he managed to nod. "Oh, Elaine, how unfortunate for Ashton that you are there all day," said Mr. Carson, "But I guess he is married to Jennifer and we wouldn't want to see anything untoward going on." He winked at Mrs. Carson. She winked back, but her hand was now sitting in his lap and she gave his cock a squeeze through the jeans he was wearing. "Not that I think he would do anything," said Jennifer. "Would you?" "No dear," he said, "I love you too much for that." Mrs. Carson was now rubbing his crotch very gently and he already had a hard on. He was trying to shift himself discretely in his seat, but the efforts were proving futile. Just when he thought he'd made some room for a place to "park" his erection, Mrs. Carson's digital ministrations would make it grow larger and he was again shifting in his seat. "Is everything ok, Ashton?" asked Jennifer. "Yes hon," he lied. Mrs. Carson looked across at her daughter. "I think Ashton is just concerned about the call he's going to get from San Francisco. Isn't that right?" She looked across at him innocently while continuing to squeeze and caress his cock under the table. He had no call from San Francisco coming that he knew of. The knowledge that she must be planning something, coupled with the fact that her hand was playing around in his crotch, made his cock twitch in his jeans. You've got to be kidding me, he thought. Not again. But at least it would be the end. The last time. He couldn't do this again, especially right here in the same house as his wife and father. It just wasn't right. Enjoy it, Mrs. Carson, because you won't be getting it again. After this time. Promise. That's it. The thought made him relax. Rather, his mind relaxed, but his cock got harder, if that was possible. Her hand was now stroking a little more vigorously. It was still well disguised, but for him there was no mistaking what was happening down there. All the while, she sat there smiling, drinking wine and chatting. She wasn't eating much. He figured it must be difficult to cut your lamb when one hand is on your son's cock. If she liked cock so much, maybe they should have cooked chicken.... His mind was brought back from drifting by the sound of his phone ringing. He got up from the table and picked it up from the kitchen bench and looked at the screen. It was her number. "Hello," he said to no one. "Hang on a sec, I'm just having dinner. Let me go into another room." How did she do that? She wiped her mouth daintily and got up. "Don't worry, Ashton, I'll go get the files from the car and we can work it out in the study," she said. She turned to the others and said, "Don't worry, keep eating, it shouldn't take long. I'll make sure they don't take up too much of his time as it's grossly unfair to call him at this time." He looked sheepishly to his wife and went up the stairs to his study. Thirty seconds later she followed him in. He put the phone down on the desk and looked at her just as she was closing the door. She flipped the lock and then turned around. She licked her lips as she wordlessly looked at him. She looked like a lioness. A fucking hot looking lioness. He was the prey. Willing prey. This time. One more time would be ok. It was over tomorrow. It wouldn't happen again. May as well enjoy it. He couldn't believe it, but the front of his underwear already felt moist from the pre cum oozing out of the end of his cock. She walked over slowly. To her prey. He sat with his arse on the edge of the desk. She smiled at him and slowly knelt down in front of him. Her hands reached out to the top button of his jeans and released it. Then she trailed her fingers a few times up and down the outside of his jeans. "If you love something, then set it free," she said. She pulled his zipper down and slowly moved his jeans and underwear down to the bottom of his thighs. His cock popped out, the end glistening with pre cum. "There," she said, grabbing hold of his shaft gently and looking up. "I love this, and now it's free, emancipated if you will." Enjoy it now, he thought, because tomorrow it would be over. He looked at the clock above the door. She noticed. "I know you have to eat your dinner," she said in a husky voice, "so I'll be quick with mine." Her tongue flicked out and licked the slick head of his cock. It was almost unbearable as she worked the end of her tongue into the end of his piss hole. He had to place his hands on the desk behind him. She licked along the bottom of his shaft, her warm tongue drifting along until it was massaging his nuts. His balls danced on the end of her swirling tongue, until they too were covered in her warm, slick saliva. "Shit," was all he could say. She slowly took the head of his cock into her mouth and worked her tongue around the head. The pre cum mixed with her saliva to lubricate the head. She braced herself by placing her hands on his thighs and then began to slowly engulf his cock into her mouth. "Oh, God," he said, trying to be quiet. He braced his arse against the edge of the desk and placed his hands on either side of her head. He was going to miss this, but it was the way it had to be. It was over. Didn't mean he couldn't enjoy it now though. "Jeeessh," was the only sound he made as a rush of air passed through his lips. He pushed her head further down on to his cock. He bucked and hit the back of her throat, but with his next thrust, he went straight past her tonsils and into her throat. "Fuck me, Mrs. Carson," he said. She looked up him, his hands full of her blond hair and winked. Then she gave him a light a light slap. "Oh sorry...fuck that's good...Mrs....I mean, Elaine." When she was sucking cock, she wanted to be called Elaine. He was a good son. He aimed to please.... "I'm not sure I'm going to last much longer," he whimpered. She took one of her hands and cupped his bulls. Those warm, soft hands.... She trailed her fingers upwards, under his balls and towards his puckered sphincter. Her fingers ran lightly around his hole as her head continued to bob up and down on his cock. She was taking him down her throat easily. Every time she came up, her tongue ran along the bottom of his cock. He watched her bobbing up and down, his cock covered in spit, pre cum and smeared in red lipstick. She poked her finger more insistently at his hole. "Oooh, eeee,....," he moaned. She took her head off his cock momentarily, but continued pleasuring him with her hand. She gripped his shaft and pumped slowly. The slickness of all the different juices and the lipstick made her hand fell like velvet. She rubbed the top of her thumb over his glans, the pre cum sticking to her finger. His cock began to swell and twitch. "Oh no you don't," she said softly. "I want this one over my face." He looked down at her. His breathing was ragged and she was rubbing his cock more slowly. She gently took just the end of his head between her lips. "Er, I'm not sure....we ....might make.... a mess," he finally got out. She shook her head. "No you won't, you're a good boy. Don't be messy....watch the hair." He looked down at her and she lifted her chin slightly to present her face to him. Her eyes said: wouldn't you like to spray your hot cum all over this face? His eyes said: yes, for fucking sure! She winked at him. "And watch my clothes, we don't want to have to explain milk stains when we go downstairs." Then she dropped her head and took him all the way into her mouth and down her throat. She bobbed quickly a few times and then took her mouth from him and began to pump his cock with more urgency. As she felt his cock begin to twitch, she poked her index finger into his arse up to the first knuckle. He looked down at her face, tilted upwards with her mouth open. It was too much for him. His head fell backwards as his body arched and he thrust his cock into her wet fist. "Aaarggh, geeez....I'm gonna shoot......" He shot the first large ribbon of warm cum directly into her face, splattering her cheeks and nose. The next load hit her forehead. He couldn't help looking down at her, watching his mother take his load on her face. As the spurts became progressively smaller, she placed her face closer and licked her lips to ready them for the next load. She directed his cock towards her mouth so that she could get the final few spurts and she swallowed it all. Finally, he was exhausted of cum and he relaxed against the desk. He felt her warm mouth continue to work on his cock. She licked the shaft clean of all the juices and then she took him in her mouth and sucked on him gently to clean the end of his cock. He was still semi hard. She smiled up at him. "Oh dear," she said, "it looks like you're still ready for more. Unfortunately, even though I've just had my dinner, we better get back so that you can have yours." She extended her hand and he helped her up. "I hope you can manage with your pants as I have some cleaning up to do," she said, flashing him a wicked smile. "Now, be a dear and pass me some tissues from your desk. I'm sure you'll understand, but I need to go to the bathroom to powder my nose." She walked to the study door, unlocked it and made her way to the bathroom. He checked himself. She had done a marvellous job of cleaning him up. If only he could get such tongue baths all the time. But he wouldn't. Because this had to stop. There was absolutely no way this could happen again. Ever. He went downstairs and he couldn't believe it when Mrs. Carson followed him only a minute later. She looked immaculate. Not a hair out of place. Her lipstick was perfectly applied even though minutes ago his cock had been streaked in red. His wife and father looked up as they re-seated themselves. "That was almost fifteen minutes," his wife said. "Don't they know you're allowed to have dinner with your family?" "Sorry, hon," he said, "I am the CEO after all and they needed some clarification on...." "Accounts," Mrs Carson said, saving him. "They needed some clarification as the global accounts are spread over a number of financial institutions." "Yep," he said. "It was my fault," she continued, "I was called this afternoon so that he could get some information ready. I forgot about it because I had my hands full and was juggling a few different balls." He gulped and nearly dropped piece of roast from his fork. She said it all with a straight face. The face that he'd just been fucking. The face that could engulf his cock and make him cum within minutes. "Oh, it doesn't matter," he said, "it's all sorted now. I just want to eat dinner and relax." "Is everything going ok with work," his wife persisted, "we could hear raised voices up there. You're not in any trouble?" she said. He knew what his wife was really worried about. She really meant: I hope this high paying job is not under threat because I'm used to the money now. "No, not at all, darling," Mrs. Carson jumped in, "He just had to make sure the accounts are in order and things got a little heated." "Yep," he said, "and your mum is helping me with that." She smiled at everyone as she took a small piece of meat from her plate. She very slowly put the fork in her mouth, leaving it there for a few seconds. She slowly chewed the small piece and swallowed. Ashton wondered how she got away with this shit. She was the smartest woman he knew. And the sexiest. He should have married her, not her daughter. But she was sixty years old. Too late. Anyway. It wouldn't be happening any more. No point speculating. It was over. That was their last encounter. Ever. "Well, it seems lucky mum is helping you shoot these issues down," his wife said. Did she just say shoot? At least it was issues she was talking about, not Mrs. Carson's face. He couldn't handle this. His nerve was going to fail him. "Don't you worry," she said to her eating companions, "I'll always make sure that Ashton continues to make his deposits in the right areas." Just One More Time Ch. 04 This chapter is dedicated to someone who gave me some very honest feedback on how the story strikes a note for them. Thank you for taking the time. They know who they are. Same deal as before - you really need to read parts 1, 2 & 3 to understand what is going on here. They're not too long, so if you take the time, this will be all the more rewarding (hopefully!) Read on... I welcome all the comments and votes I have received for the previous stories. Please keep it up and I promise to get back to you when I can. ********** "Ashton, that's just unreasonable," said Jenkins thumping the table. Jenkins was selling his payroll software company, but Ashton's company was the only one interested. That meant he could keep the buying price low. Real low. "Look, Mr. Jenkins," he said. "I'm willing to take your company off your hands. You own all the stock so are you telling me that fifteen million dollars is not enough of a retirement fund?" There was a knock at the door. Mrs. Carson came in with a trolley containing tea and coffee and a platter full of sandwiches. "Sir," she said. "Here's lunch. You need to keep your strength up." Her tanned calves came out from under her skirt and her face was immaculately made up. She had let her blond hair down today and it hung in soft little ringlets. For a woman of sixty, she put most thirty year olds to shame. Strength up? For what? Shit. He'd done really well for the past three days. Ok, if I don't count the one in the broom closet yesterday, but.... "Thank you, Mrs. Carson," he said. She placed the trays on the table. Then she went to the cupboards and took out some cups, plates, cutlery and napkins. She laid them out for the two men and then walked to the door. "Is there anything else you need, sir?" she asked. "No, that's fine thank you," said Ashton. She went out the door and closed it. Jenkins turned to him. He had a lascivious look on his face. Ashton figured he was around sixty five. To a sex starved old man, his mother would be a sex goddess. "Shit, man," he said. "Fifteen million would be a fair price if I could hire her." "Hey, Mr. Jenkins, that's my mother you're talking about there." Of course, he neglected to mention that his mother sucked cock like a pro. Fuck, she sucked cock like no one else he'd ever met. But not his. Not anymore. "Oh, sorry son," said Jenkins, "I didn't mean anything by it. I apologise. But you have to admit for a woman of her age, she looks damn fine. Damn, those legs...." Damn fine for a woman her age? thought Ashton. For a woman of any age she looked damn fine. And it wasn't only her looks that made her damn fine. He wouldn't know about that anymore. He had a tinge of regret, but it was over. Finally. It was for the best. He had the memories. They were enough. No more. Ever. The men had their lunch. Ashton finally agreed to seventeen million for Jenkins' company. It was still ten million below what it was worth, but when he factored in the GFC, the old man had to be content with that. It was still a good price. At the end of the meeting, they stood up and shook hands. Ashton walked Jenkins to the door and opened it. One of the young accountants was walking past. "Hi Amy," he said. "Could you please show Mr. Jenkins out?" "Yes, sir, happy to help" said Amy and she took the older man towards the elevators. Ashton closed the door to his office and went back to his desk. There was a knock at the door. "Yes?" he called out. The door opened and Mrs. Carson walked in. She turned, shut the door and locked it. Shit. He gulped. Fuck, she looked hot. But it's over. She's your mother. "Well," she said. "What was the final price?" "Seventeen million," he said. He could feel his ears getting warm and he had to loosen his collar a little. Her skirt was down to her knees, but it was tight and those calves, those high heels.... He was getting hard. No! Stop it. It's over. She walked across to the other side of his desk and rested her perfectly manicured hands on it. The clear polish gleamed and she kept them fairly short, just the way he liked them when she was stroking his balls.... Stop it! She's just asking about the deal. Of course she is. "I think we may need a little celebration," she said. Her voice was soft and husky and the smile on her face suggested.... Shit. She wasn't asking about the deal. She only ever wanted one thing. And it wasn't deals. "Um....er....I guess, yeah," he stammered. "Why not? The champagne's in the small fridge behind you. We could have a little drink, couldn't we?" "I was thinking of a big drink," she said winking and sliding her hands along the table till they were halfway towards him. Oh fuck. His pants could barely contain his cock now. The strain was unbelievable and he had to shift in his seat to give himself some more room down there. "Well, I've got a meeting at three, so we'd have to be er...um...quick," he said. She smiled at him. "Dummy, that's with me," she said. "Oh, er, right, I guess then, um...we...." "Sssh," she said with her finger up to her lips. "You've done enough talk today with your big deal and all." She walked around the desk till she was by his side. She looked down at him and then leant over and kissed him. A kiss won't hurt. That's ok. She is your mother. People kiss their mother. Don't they? She leant over further and while she was kissing him, her tongue pushing into his mouth, she ran her hand over his chest and down his belly to the front of his trousers. He was already rock hard, but his cock twitched at her touch through the fabric. Shit. My cock is aching for it. No. No way. Her hand continued rubbing his cock. She was kneading the front of his pants and he could feel the front of his underwear getting wet from the precum. She raised her head from his mouth and ran it to his ear, her tongue softly licking the ear lobe. Her breath felt hot. "You'll have a good load for me, won't you?" she said, patting his head gently. "We haven't done it for days." Her mouth returned to cover his and her tongue continued to explore the inside of his mouth. She kept working his cock with one hand while her other hand was pinching his nipples through his shirt. It's ok, I guess. If this is it. The last time. I should just enjoy it.... One final last ultimate time. She kept her mouth over his, her tongue probing his. Her hand ran down to the top of his pants. It stopped for a moment and then she slid it in. Her fingers could just reach the tip of his cock. He leaned back further in his chair to make it easier for her and she got her whole hand in there. The touch of her hand wrapping around his cock made him buck his hips up towards her. She took her mouth of his and looked him in the eyes. "My, you are enjoying this, aren't you?" she said and squeezed his cock a little harder. She slid down his body until she was kneeling between his legs. The phone rang. Fuck. He picked it up and warily watched Mrs. Carson between his legs. There was nothing he could do about her, but there a lot she could do to him. "Hello?" "Hi, Ashton, it's me." Shit. His wife. "Hi, hon, how are you?" The belt was unbuckled. "Oh, I was just wondering what time you might be home tonight?" The top of his pants were unbuttoned. "Um, shouldn't be too late," he said, "We finished the deal for Jenkins' company." The zip on his pants was pulled down. "Oh, how did it go?" she asked. He could see Mrs. Carson's blond hair in his lap. His wife's mother. "It went well. We bought it for a good price." His underwear was lowered to his thighs and the precum on the end of his cock felt cool as it was released to the air. "That's great. So now you've got Pay Load." He nearly choked. Fuck, does she know? "What?" "The name of the company silly," she laughed, "It's called Pay Load isn't it?" Her warm tongue was licking the precum from his cock and swirling around the head. "Oh, um, yeah, it is. Sorry, hon, I was just a little distracted." Her mouth worked over the end of his cock and then she lowered her head to take him in. He placed his free hand on her head and grabbed that beautiful blond hair before pressing down and he felt his cock travel to the back of her throat. He pressed it down for a moment to keep it there and then lightened the pressure. She began to bob up and down on his cock. "You're always distracted lately when I call. I hope it's not me?" "Not at all, hon," he said, "It's just that I've got a few things to do before I can get home." Her head kept bobbing up and down and she had her hands on his thighs. Her head kept bobbing lower and lower. Her nose was pressing into his belly and her chin was rubbing his balls. She was taking all his length and could go further if she wanted to. When she bobbed up, he could see his cock glistening with her saliva and streaked with her red lipstick. "Well, ok," she said. "If you see mom, let her know I called. She wasn't at her desk. The girl who answered said she was working with some dick." He coughed and nearly dropped the phone. It caused him to buck and shove his cock down Mrs. Carson's throat unexpectedly and she coughed too. It didn't stop her as she went straight back to sucking his cock, now frothy and pink from the saliva/precum/lipstick mixture. "Are you ok? That sounded like a coughing fit." she asked. "Yeah, yeah," he said. "A dick?" "Yes. She must have meant Mr. Jenkins. I've met him a few times and he is a dick." He relaxed. Her hand was now rubbing his balls, trying to coax the cum from them as her head bobbed up and down. "Oh, yeah," he said. "He is a bit of a dick and lecherous old fart." His wife giggled on the other end of the line. "Imagine if my mother heard us talking like this?" she laughed. "Dick and Pay Load. She'd have a heart attack." Her hand kept stroking his balls and then her index finger started to work its way between his ass and the chair and ran lightly around his sphincter. "Oh, Jesus," he gasped. "Yeah, funny isn't it?" she laughed. "My mother, all prim and proper." Her finger started to poke at his sphincter as she shoved the full length of his cock into her mouth. Even though he was fighting the urge to shoot his load, his Pay Load, into her mouth, he instinctively gripped her hair tighter and rammed her head onto his cock. Never again would this happen. Never ever. Again. "I have to go soon, hon," he said. "Someone is coming." Fuck. Did I just say that? What the.... "All this talk of dicks, pay loads and coming is getting me horny," she said. "Maybe when you get home we can play some nooky?" She was tonguing his balls and licking his shaft. She'd managed to insert her finger into his arse up to the first knuckle. "Fuck," he cried. "Well you don't have to be so crude," she said, "but I guess we could fuck." She had her mouth back over his cock, the warmth and pleasure was driving him insane. "Thanks, we'll see how tired I am, but I'm sure we can do something." She looked up at him from between his legs, her mouth full of his cock and she winked. "Ok, I better come," he said, "I mean.....go." "Geez, you must be tired. You don't whether you're coming or going." She giggled again. "Coming would be better, wouldn't it?" "Yes," he said weakly. "Ok, see you soon, hon." "Bye," he said. He hung up and threw the phone over the desk. She was working frantically on his cock now, her tongue working the shaft, her blond hair all over his crotch. One finger was stuck up his ass and her other hand was on his butt, pushing him into her mouth. "Fuck this," he said. He pulled her hair gently to lift her head from his cock. It was swollen and rock hard and he knew he wouldn't last long. He stood up and lifted her by the arms till she was standing as well. He picked her up and carried her to the flat couch he had for visitors in his office. He laid her down with her head hanging from the end of the couch. Then he opened her suit and unbuttoned her blouse. Her beautiful tanned chest was exposed, but he had to get her bra off and he didn't have time to take her suit and blouse off. He quickly went to the desk and took a pair of scissors from it. He walked over to her with her head lolling over the end of the couch and her chest gloriously raised in the air. He cut her bra right through the middle to expose her luscious tanned breasts. He positioned himself over her head and he felt her warm tongue lick his balls. She knew what he wanted. She always knew. But no more. After this, it was over. Finally. He felt good having made a decision. The last time. Her hands went to either side of her breasts and she pushed them together. His cock was still slick from her mouth and lipstick. He slid it between her breasts, her head underneath his balls. He pumped into the soft canal of her breasts. As he pumped, she alternated licking his balls and his asshole. The copious amounts of precum oozing from his cock was making the passage formed by her beautiful breasts all the more slicker. She poked her tongue up on one of his thrusts and managed to get the tip into his asshole. "Oh, Mrs. Carson," he cried. She took one of her hands from her boobs and reached behind and slapped him on the ass. "Oh...sorry...I mean....Elaine," he said breathlessly. She liked to be informal when they fucked. Her hand went back to her breast and she squeezed tighter on them from each side. With each thrust into her breasts and each lick of her tongue on his nuts and asshole, he came closer to cumming. For the last time. He'd never do this again. Feel it again. Ever. He could feel his balls start to boil and his cock started to throb. He pulled back slightly and his cock was poised over her upside down face. She reached up with her tongue and licked the end. That was it. "Aargh," was all he could cry. The first ribbon of hot cum spewed from his cock, landing directly between her tits and the end of it hit her chin. The second load dropped straight onto her face, tracing a line from her mouth to her forehead. The next shots hit her face and she lifted her head to take the final few spurts in her mouth. He wanked his cock above her face to milk every last drop of cum from it and she left her mouth open there, eager to take it all. His breathing was ragged as he slowed the pumping of his cock. He moved it closer to her face and she took his cock in her mouth and sucked on it gently, cleaning everything from it. She took him in deeply, her head upside down and his balls hitting her top lip and nose. Finally, when she was done, she gave him one final lick, kissed the head of his cock and he dropped down onto his knees, spent. He lay on his back, on the floor, opposite her. His cock was still far from flaccid. Thank God. At least this was the last time. No more guilt. No more sneaking around. Fuck it was good. But it was over. At last. She turned to her side on the couch, resting her chin on her hand. She was smiling, her face streaked with cum and lipstick. "Oh, Ashton," she said, "that was lovely. It's not every day you can deliver two pay loads."