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Mrs. J Ch. 01

By: lgreenwood



Author's Note: All characters in this story are eighteen years or older. This story is based on an idea posted on the Story Ideas discussion board and is a work of fiction.

For KathyJ

*

"How're you doing?"

Jason looked up and smiled. "Great, Mrs. J. The wedding is fabulous. You did a great job with the planning."

Kathy smiled back as she sank wearily into a chair next to him. "Thanks. That's three down and two to go, although it will be awhile before either Brian or Lauren gets married." She looked out at the dance floor - Brian and his date were dancing very close together. "Then again, maybe not."

The thought of another kid leaving her nest was a tad depressing, so Kathy changed the topic of conversation.

"Have you decided on a college?"

"Well, I've been accepted to both State and Tech," he said, "and although I have a partial scholarship to play soccer at State, Tech has a much better program. That said, it'll be harder to make Tech's squad. If they don't offer me a scholarship I might try to walk on. Tech is better academically, too, so I'm leaning that way."

"Well, if go to Tech we'll have you over for dinner often," Kathy offered. She went on. "Your senior prom is coming up, you must be excited."

Jason looked away, his brown eyes serious. "No, I'm not going."

Kathy was taken aback. "I find that hard to believe - a good looking guy such as you must have plenty of girls wanting to go with him."

His mouth twisted in a grimace. "It's not that." 

His fingers worked the paper cocktail napkin in his hands until it tore. He exhaled heavily as if a great weight was pressing down on him. 

"It was just about this time last year when we got Mom's diagnosis and when I found out, I wanted to cancel my date for the junior prom. But Mom took me aside and said, 'You can't mourn the living. You never know what life's going to bring, so enjoy it while you can.' So I went. After, she told me she missed her high school prom and so enjoyed proms vicariously through us kids. I promised myself I'd take her to my senior prom so she could experience it firsthand." Jason wiped away a tear forming in the corner of his eye. He paused before going on. "Since she's gone now I decided I wouldn't go - sort of my way of mourning the dead."

Kathy found her own eyes misty with tears. "Oh Jason, that's so incredibly sweet." She placed her hand over his and squeezed it firmly.

He squeezed back, lost in his own thoughts. Finally, he spoke.

"Do you know why she missed her prom? She never told me."

"I'm afraid it's my fault. You see, I had an accident and couldn't go, and I felt miserable about it. Your mother broke her date at the last minute to spend the evening with me. She never told me how important the prom was to her. She was always ready to set aside her own desires and wishes in order to help someone. I owe her so much."

They sat in silence holding hands until young woman in a short black dress approached. "Sorry to interrupt, Mom, but I was wondering if Jason would like to dance."

"Sure, Lauren, I'd love to." He took her out stretched hand and followed her to the dance floor.

Kathy watched them dance. Lauren sure was taken with Jason. If they didn't live so far apart they would probably be a couple. He had become a fine young man. Hell, she admitted to herself, he's pretty close to ideal.

As she watched them twirl, she was envious of her daughter. For Lauren the world was full of exciting new experiences and opportunities. It would be years before she would be bogged down with responsibilities and life became - what? Boring? No, that was too strong of a word. Routine? Yes, routine, predictable, ordinary.

Kathy looked across the room to her husband of twenty two years. Steve had a Scotch in his hand and the way he was waving it around while he talked, she knew he was well on his way to many more. And she knew later, when they were finally in bed, he'd press up against her, his hands touching her in that oh so familiar pattern until she gave in. She would coo and softly moan appropriately, her fingers digging into his back at the right moment when his body stiffened.

Shaking her head to dispel the images of the evening to come, Kathy laughed sadly and went in search of a drink.

*****

The music changed to a slow romantic tune. Jason stepped closer taking Lauren in his arms. He looked into her eyes, the same emerald green as her mother's. Lauren pulled him closer, clasping her hands around his neck and resting her head on his shoulder. The heavenly scent of her hair filled his nostrils. He ran his hand through her auburn locks, relishing the silkiness. Lauren sighed and nestled closer. Like her mother, she was tall, long legged, just a couple of inches shorter than Jason. It was remarkable how closely Lauren resembled her mother, not only in physical appearance but also in the way she spoke, the way she laughed, and the way she carried herself with a quiet grace.

Jason thought all this while watching Mrs. J. across the room. She rose from her chair and headed over to the bar and as she walked, the slit in her dress revealed her well toned leg up to her thigh. Seeing the exposed flesh, Jason pulled Lauren closer; she responded be running her hand up the back of his neck to run her fingers through his hair. He envisioned he was dancing with Mrs. J., holding her tightly in his arms as she teased his hair with her fingers, her breasts pressed against his chest. 

How long had he loved her? For years he had yearned for her from afar as he could not profess his true feelings. How do you tell someone who's old enough to be your mother, who's so close to your family you feel more connected to them than with some of your siblings? To tell, to confess is to risk losing everything. Would she laugh it off as some schoolboy crush? Worse, would she be horrified? Or would she brush him off gently with the graceful elegance she possessed? Fear of driving her away held his tongue.

Then, his dad accepted a promotion and they moved hundreds of miles away. Jason resented his father for taking him away from the woman he loved. Gone were the weekly get-togethers between the two families. Gone were Mrs. J.'s little visits, brief periods of bliss when she dropped by unannounced. When his mom was diagnosed with cancer Mrs. J. visited when she could but the visits were shrouded in dread. As his mom withered away from the sickness eating her from the inside out, so to did Jason's love for his father. At the funeral Mrs. J. looked splendid in her black dress and veil.

A soft kiss on his neck interrupted his thoughts. Lauren turned her head and kissed him again. If only those lips belonged to Mrs. J. would Jason be truly happy. He closed his eyes and for a moment he was dancing with Mrs. J., and the feel of her lips lingered for an eternity on his skin. Their bodies swayed together in perfect unison, fueling his desire. 

Lauren felt his growing arousal and instead of shying away moved closer, her body pressing against his bulge. The song ended and the audience applauded. 

Lips pressed against his ear. Lauren whispered, "Meet me out back in five minutes -- it's important." 

With another kiss she was gone, melting away in the crowd. Jason headed to the bar, hoping it'd be unattended so he could pour himself a real drink. When he got there, he found Mrs. J. talking with Mr. J. Her husband had his hand on her back, whispering in her ear. She laughed, the tone musical and light. A stab of jealously ran through Jason. Mr. J. turned to him.

"Well, there's Jason. Can I get you something?"

"Um, sure, Coke, I guess."

Mr. J. walked around the bar and began fixing the drink. "Would you like something in that Coke?" There was a hint of mischief in his eyes.

"Yeah, that'd be great." 

Jason swallowed hard, not because Mr. J. was pouring him alcohol but because he was standing over Mrs. J. Looking down all he saw was the smooth pale skin of her cleavage. The tightness in his crotch returned, bigger and more urgent than before. When he looked up he saw she was watching him intently. A private smile played across her lips. She crossed her legs and the slit in her dress exposed even more thigh. He looked quickly away to Mr. J. who was holding out a glass.

He took a sip of his drink and tried unsuccessfully to not react at the whiskey burning his throat. Mr. J. roared with laughter and Jason felt his ears burning with embarrassment. His ears burning bright red, Jason mumbled his thanks and walked away. He wasn't certain but it did appear that Mrs. J. was toying with him. His arousal was reaching the painful point. He hurried to find Lauren.

*****

Kathy watched Jason walk away, admiring the way his perfectly tailored pants hugged his buttocks. He was very fit and lean. She could only imagine what his body looked like now. Easy, girl, she thought, that's just the alcohol talking. Kathy turned and smiled politely at a crude joke her husband was telling a friend. When she looked back she saw Jason heading outside, probably to look for Lauren, she mused. 

The wedding planner approached. "Kathy, it's just about time to cut the cake. Can you gather the troops?" Without waiting for an answer, the planner turned and accosted a server, demanding to know what had happened to the bartender.

*****

"There you are, I've been waiting," Lauren' words were hushed and urgent.

"Sorry, I got waylaid by your father. He made me this drink, though. You want some?"

Lauren took a sip and made a face. "Damn, did he put any Coke in it?"

They laughed as they walked along the lighted path. The spring night air was warm and still, hinting at another hot summer ahead. Crickets chirped happily in the bushes. Jason was the first to break the silence.

"I'm here now. What's so important?"

Lauren stopped and looked up and down the path finding it deserted. "I know you're a quiet kind of guy and a bit shy so I thought I'd make the first move. Come here." She took Jason by the hand and pulled him into the shadows of some large shrubs.

Turning, she quickly brought her mouth up to his and kissed him. Her lips were soft and sensuous, her tongue playful. To Jason, she tasted of alcohol and strawberries. He pulled her closer and kissed her deeply, imagining Lauren was her mother. Her hand ran down his back and cupped his buttock, his own hands roaming her backside. The kiss lasted for several minutes until Lauren pulled back, gasping for air.

Without a word, her hand caressed the bulge in his pants. Lauren bit her lower lip in the exact same manner Jason had seen her mother do. The likeness was uncanny, unnerving, and it made his erection even harder. Fingers fumbled at his belt and his zipper until his pants were down around his knees. Lauren squatted before him, her hand slowly stroking his length. In the dim light from this angle, she looked older, a twin of her mother. Her mouth was wet and inviting. Jason trembled slightly when she took him in, her lips and tongue electric. 

High heels clacked on the pavement not twenty feet from where they were hidden. Undeterred, Lauren's head bobbed rhythmically as the footsteps stopped nearby. Through the foliage Jason could see Mrs. J. look up and down the path as if looking for someone. In the silhouette of the lamplight, her dress hugged her body, showing off her curves. He wished she was one kneeling before him instead of her daughter.

Lauren moved faster, her hand and mouth working in tandem, sensing Jason was close. His hands gripped her hair as he watched her mother turn and walk away. Once Kathy was out of earshot Jason could hold back no more. He exploded into Lauren's mouth; she swallowed then continued sucking him until he had nothing left. When finished, Lauren stood and hugged him.

"Thanks, that was --." He stopped and exhaled at a loss for words.

Lauren laughed. "Your welcome - my pleasure."

Jason let out a shaky breath as he pulled his pants up. He had just finished cinching his belt when a thought occurred.

"It was your birthday last week, wasn't it?"

"Yep, big eighteen. I can vote now."

"I'm sorry I missed it. I hope you had a good party."

Lauren pretended to pout. "Did you bring me a present?"

Jason laughed. "No, but maybe I can give you something else."

Lauren smiled.

*****

Kathy paused outside the door adjoining her room with Lauren's. She raised her hand to knock but hesitated. What if Jason was in there with Lauren? She had always given Lauren space when it came to her relationships, trusting that Lauren would make the right decisions and could take care of herself. Besides, Jason was good kid.

Then again, kids have hormones surging through their bodies, something Kathy knew all too well. What if they had given in to their urges and Jason's naked body was on Lauren's? The thought both terrified and excited Kathy. She opened the door quickly only to find an empty room. Relief washed over her as she closed the door behind her and headed back to the reception.

Stars shone in the clear spring air as she walked along the path. What was it about the thought of Jason and Lauren together that made her so uneasy? Earlier she was happy to see them dancing, wanting them to be together. Why the change of mind? 

Kathy paused, the alcohol making her head swim slightly. The alcohol, that's it. She'd had too much too quickly and it made her paranoid. She started walking again but stopped. Was that a noise from the bushes?

*****

The breath caught in Lauren's throat when she saw her mother stop and peer towards their hiding spot. Jason's hand was stuffed down the front of her panties, his fingers dancing over her clit. Lauren's back was pressed against him; Jason's other hand down the front of her dress, his fingers tweaking her hard nipple. Even when Lauren's mom turned to look in their direction, Jason did not stop his ministrations. In fact, his fingers moved faster, driving Lauren to the precipice. She clenched her teeth hard to hold back a moan. Rigid with fear and an impending orgasm, Lauren watched as her mother took a step closer.

"Hello? Is someone there?" her mother called.

Jason silently fingered her for what felt like an eternity. Her knees felt weak and she was close to passing out. Finally, her mother walked quickly towards the hall. Fingers tweaked her nub firmly and she came as shuddering spasms wracked her body. Jason's strong arms kept her from falling as every muscle in her body went limp with exhaustion. Once she regained control, she stood wobbly legs.

"That was - ." She now found herself at a loss for words.

"My pleasure," Jason murmured. He gave her a kiss on the cheek. "I'll see you back inside."

"I'll be a few minutes," Lauren confessed. "I need to change my panties."

*****

Back at the reception Jason found Brian sitting at a table with friends. He sat down and quickly joined in the conversation. It wasn't long before Lauren walked in and approached her mother. Her skin was flushed and vibrant. Jason wondered if Mrs. J looked that radiant after sex. As he watched them walk over to the cake table, he mused on what just happened.

The encounter with Lauren was incredible but all he could think about was how good it could be with her mother. Lauren was his bird in the hand, so to speak. She was beautiful, smart and sexy - just like her mother, but she wasn't her mother. Jason sighed. It was a pipe dream really, and he doubted he would ever be in a position to find out. 

But then, a seed of an idea took root. He lost all interest in the conversations going on around him. The idea started to grow, to take shape in his mind. He sat up straight, his eyes fixed on Mrs. J. as she watched the cake cutting ceremony. Is it possible Mrs. J. would go out with him? The answer, surprisingly, was 'Yes.'

*****

"Hi, Mrs. J., it's Jason."

It was two days later when the phone rang.

"Hi, Jason. I'm sorry but Brian's not here. Neither is Lauren," she added as an afterthought.

"That's ok, I wanted to talk with you." There was a long pause before he went on. "Remember what I told you about prom?"

"How could I forget? It was the most touching story I'd ever heard."

"You and my mom were close friends --"

"The closest," Kathy interjected.

"- and I wanted to take Mom to the prom to help her live out her dream. She's gone, though, so I was wondering if you could help me."

Kathy thought hard about what he was saying but couldn't make sense of it. "I'd be glad to help. What do you need?"

"Mom didn't go to her prom so she could stay with you. I was hoping you could repay her by taking her place." Jason waited, his whole body straining to hear her response.

Kathy mulled it over. On the one hand it was a very touching gesture. On the other, she was quite a bit older and would feel very out of place among all those teenagers.

"Mrs. J?" he prompted.

"I don't know, Jason," she began. "Wouldn't it be better for you to ask someone from your school or ask Lauren even?" There was a twinge of jealousy when she said her daughter's name.

"This is not about having a date, this is about honoring Mom and doing something for her," he countered. When she didn't respond, he quickly added, "Will you at least consider it?"

Kathy nodded. "Sure, I'll think about it. It's the least I can do."

"Thanks, Mrs. J. I'll call you tomorrow."

Kathy pressed the OFF button and set the receiver down. Her husband looked up from his laptop.

"Who was that, honey?"

"Jason." She shook her head slowly in disbelief. "He just asked me to his prom," and went on to tell him Jason's circumstances.

When she was finished, Steve said matter-of-factly, "Well, you'll just have to go. How can you possibly tell him, 'No'?"

*****

I can't believe I'm doing this.

That thought played over and over on an endless loop as Kathy fixed her makeup. The past two weeks had been surreal; first, shopping for a dress (and explaining to the sales woman what the occasion was), and second, dealing with Lauren who exploded upon hearing the news. Fortunately, no one else was home at the time.

"I don't believe this!" Lauren had raged. "How could you do this to me? This is so embarrassing!"

Kathy counted silently to five before responding. "You think you're embarrassed? I'm the one who has to walk into a room full of teenagers arm in arm with someone young enough to be my child. But I'm going to swallow my embarrassment and do it for Carol. She did so much for me, this is the least I can do."

"I find it hard to believe you're doing this for noble purposes when you're going to wear this!" Lauren yelled, holding up the black dress. "Plus, I saw the way you were looking at him at the wedding!"

Taken aback, Kathy asked, "How was I looking at him?"

"The way a lion looks at a piece of raw meat!"

"God damn it!" Kathy's anger had spilled over the dam. "I don't want to fuck him! And I sincerely doubt he wants to fuck me! He'd rather fuck you!" The frankness of her words shocked Lauren into silence. Kathy exhaled heavily, drained by the argument. They stood, watching each other warily in silence.

Finally, Kathy spoke, her voice low and quiet. "I know you like him, and I'm pretty sure he likes you. But this isn't a date. This is for Carol, not for me."

In the end, Lauren grudgingly agreed and that was the end of the argument. Sure, she was still acting a little frosty towards Kathy but Lauren was a teenager and these things happened from time to time -- she would come around eventually.

Kathy checked her hair one last time before stepping back to see her reflection in the full length mirror. The evening gown was sophisticated and sexy, and looked good on her. The slits up the sides showed just enough leg but not too much. The fabric hugged her chest, pushing her ample breasts together, showing some cleavage. Kathy turned, admiring how the dress complimented her curves, how her heels shaped her calves.


Mrs. J Ch. 01



It was time to leave but she hesitated. What Lauren had yelled during the argument continued to resonate. True, Kathy had been checking Jason out at the wedding although she thought she'd been discreet about it. It was just a natural reaction to seeing such a fine specimen as Jason. Older men probably felt the same way when a sexy young woman walked by - it's natural but harmless. The only troubling aspect was that deep down some part of her wondered how good Jason would be in bed.

That thought was forced back into a deep recess in her mind. There was nothing to worry about; she was a married woman; she had control over her impulses. This isn't a date, she told herself yet again.

Kathy draped a black wrap around her shoulders and looked in the mirror one more time. Satisfied, she left to meet Jason in the lobby.

*****

The elevator doors opened and heads turned towards Kathy as she stepped from the car. The weight of all those eyes on her made her blush slightly. Scanning the room, she found Jason sitting on a couch. When he saw her, he stood with a look of awe on his face.

He looked so handsome, so grown up, she thought, in his tux and black tie. As she walked towards him, her peripheral vision failed and the lobby faded away. For a moment, it was just of the two of them staring at each other in a vacuum of sound. Kathy blinked and the lobby had returned, the hubbub of many conversations filling the room. She stopped before him and they were both at a loss for words.

"How do I look?" she asked finally.

"You look lovely, Mrs. J. and I -" Kathy held up her hand to stop him.

"Jason, please. I feel awkward enough as it is without you calling me 'Mrs. J.' Tonight you may call me Kathy."

Before she could react, Jason scooped her hand in his, bent at the waist and softly kissed the back of her hand. "Kathy, please accept my sincerest apology." 

The gesture made Kathy giggle, something she hadn't done in a long time. Jason laughed, too, his ears turning pink with embarrassment. He offered his arm.

"Shall we?"

Kathy nodded and they walked through the elevated walkway to the convention center across from the hotel. As they entered the ballroom, Kathy was taken aback. When Jason had told her it was a black tie affair, she knew it would be fancy but nothing like this. The tables were set with fine linens, crystal and china. The chandeliers sparkled and a string quartet was busy tuning up on one corner of the dance floor. Wait staff moved smoothly among knots of people carrying trays of appetizers and punch. Proms had changed quite a bit from when she was in school when all they did was decorate the gym with streamers and balloons.

Jason led her over to a small group of people and introduced Kathy to his friends. While she felt self-conscious Jason did his level best to put her at ease. They walked around the room, his hand lightly on the small of her back, directing her towards some groups and steering her away from others. Introductions were made and Kathy quickly forgot names due to the sheer volume of people she was meeting.

Nervous and excited, Kathy wished the bar on the far side of the room had alcohol. The only other adults present were wait staff and chaperones. A few of the chaperones were eyeing her warily, making Kathy very uncomfortable. The emcee announced it was time to be seated for dinner and she turned away to avoid their gaze.

The string quartet played while Kathy and Jason chatted with the other couples during dinner. What impressed Kathy most of all was the quality of friends Jason had. She was a firm believer you could accurately judge people by the company they keep. She also discovered Jason was very mature and charming compared to his peers. Anytime she needed something he was ready to help. If the conversation she was having with another person ended Jason would turn to her and include her in his.

The quartet finished to polite applause. A band walked onto the stage, picking up instruments and turning on equipment. The emcee introduced the group and announced the dance floor was now open. As the music started, couples streamed onto the open area. 

Jason held out his hand. "Would you care to dance?"

Taking his hand, Kathy followed him onto the dance floor. The music was fast and catchy as they danced to the first three songs. The fourth was slow and Jason looked at Kathy expectantly. She nodded and stepped into his arms. Separated by a few inches, Kathy could feel the warmth radiating off Jason. He led her smoothly and confidently through the song, his hand warm and comforting on her back. When the song finished, he suggested they take a break. Kathy excused herself to find the ladies room. 

*****

"What do you think of her?"

"Who?"

"Kathy, that woman Jason brought."

Kathy stood stock still in the stall trying not to make a sound. It wasn't her intention to eavesdrop but when she heard her name her hand stopped at the latch. Three girls had entered the restroom a minute after Kathy.

"I like her. She's nice, smart, and gorgeous in that outfit. I hope I look that good when I'm forty," the second girl replied. "Hell, I wish I looked that good now."

"Yeah, she's way sexier than I thought she'd be," agreed the first girl.

"You know, I wanted to hate her but I can't," confessed the third. "I wanted to go with Jason and even asked him out, but he turned me down."

"I didn't know that," said the first. "Were you crushed?"

"Disappointed, really. He explained to me about his mother and he was really sweet about it. Too bad, though. It's such a waste."

"What's a waste?" asked the second.

"I never told anyone this, but you know how I've been out with Jason a few times?"

"Yeah, you told us he's a really good kisser," said the first.

"It's more than kissing."

"What do you mean?"

"He's very... handy," the third girl finished.

"You mean..."

"I swear, his touch was better than my own. I didn't think it could get any better." She paused before going on. "And then it did."

"How?"

"He went down on me and my God! His tongue was pure heaven."

The girls shrieked with laughter. Kathy could hardly believe what she was hearing.

"Did you have sex?"

"No, unfortunately."

"So why is it a waste?" the second girl persisted.

"He's with Kathy and I was so ready to fuck his brains out tonight."

The girls all laughed as they exited the bathroom. Kathy emerged from her hiding spot. After washing her hands she noticed in her reflection a certain look of pride on her face. That's my boy, she thought. She smiled and rejoined the party.

Jason was slow dancing with his friend Amanda who Kathy suspected was the girl in the bathroom talking about him. Let them have their fun, she thought and walked out onto the roof top terrace.

It was a clear night but the city lights washed out the stars overhead. Couples had spaced themselves out seeking privacy. Some talked quietly, some danced slowly, while others embraced and kissed. Kathy leaned on the railing and looked at the city below.

She wondered what Steve was doing but already knew the answer. He's in bed now with the TV tuned to SportsCenter and his laptop logged into his fantasy baseball team. She could not figure out why he obsessed so much over the performance of players she'd never heard of. Oh, well. Boys will be boys. She should probably call but her cell was up in her room.

It truly was a lovely night. Surprisingly, she was really enjoying herself and she had Jason to thank for that. He didn't treat her as a friend of his mom; rather he treated her simply as a friend, an equal. For the first time in a long while, she felt young. She was eighteen again

A voice interrupted her thoughts. "You look like you could use a drink."

She turned to see a man about her age dressed in a dark suit. Kathy recognized him as one of the chaperones.

"Too bad there isn't anything to drink," he continued.

Kathy smiled. "Too bad," she agreed.

The man stepped next to her, looking out. "Well, there's none down here but I do have a fully stocked bar in my room," he offered. The way he looked at her and the vibe he was giving off made Kathy take a small step back.

"Thanks, but no thanks," she said politely. "I'm here with someone."

"I know." He continued looking out at the city and moved closer. "Whatever he's paying you I'll double it."

The words hung in the air. Kathy had heard them clearly but was having trouble comprehending. All she could manage was, "What?"

He turned towards her. "You heard me. Dump him. Come up to my room and let a man of the world show you some real pleasure. I'm sure you charge a lot but whatever the price, you're worth it." His eyes were travelling up and down her body, his mouth twisted in a lascivious grin.

"Can I help you, Mr. Cooper?" Relief washed over Kathy as Jason appeared, his eyes dark and dangerous. 

"No, Jason, we were just chatting." Mr. Cooper's tone was light and innocent.

"This is Kathy Jackson, my mom's best friend," Jason said angrily.

Mr. Cooper's face blanched when he realized his mistake. He stumbled back a few steps, stammering an apology. Jason advanced on him and spoke briefly, his voice so quiet Kathy couldn't make out the words. Once again, Mr. Cooper mumbled an apology before hurrying back inside.

Jason approached Kathy. "You ok?" he asked, his voice full of concern.

"I'm fine. What did you say to him?"

He exhaled heavily. "I told him Mrs. Cooper wouldn't like it very much if she knew Mr. Cooper was propositioning women at the prom."

Kathy laughed. "Good for you. Who is he, anyway?"

"Oh, just my Calculus teacher. I think I'll be getting an 'A' this semester. You sure you're all right?"

"Yeah, it's just -," Kathy paused for a moment. "I'm pissed about being mistaken for a prostitute! Do I look like a whore?"

Jason's face was serious yet kind. "No, not at all, you're beautiful. It's been long rumored he's a perv, I wouldn't let it get to you."

She smiled and gave him a hug. "Thanks, you know how to make a lady feel."

"You're welcome. Now, let's go dance," he said taking her hand. Kathy interlocked her fingers with his and walked back inside.

The evening wore on. They danced together quite a bit and occasionally switched partners with Amanda and her date. With each dance Kathy felt the years melt away until she was eighteen again. At last the band announced the final song. The lights dimmed and the music started, slow and sensual. As they swayed Kathy moved slowly closer, drawn to Jason by some elemental force. Their bodies molded together as Kathy lost herself in the music and soon her head was on his shoulder. Holding him like that felt so good. The world melted away and this was their private dance.

When the song ended, she turned and kissed Jason on the cheek. The lights came up and the world rushed back in. They stepped apart to join the others in applauding for the band. It felt like there wasn't enough oxygen in the room and Kathy felt slightly lightheaded. 

Jason held out his arm. "May I walk you to your room?"

Kathy smiled and took his elbow. "Of course. How could I say no to such a gentleman?"

*****

"Mind if I use your bathroom?"

Kathy laid her wrap over the back of a chair. "No, but you'll have to wait for me to use it first."

He laughed as she playfully dashed to the bathroom. After she finished she checked her makeup in the mirror and touched up her hair. What am I doing, she thought. Why do I feel like I'm eighteen again? It's not a date, she told herself once more.

Then why does it feel like a one?

She stared at her reflection for several long minutes but it didn't have an answer. She went out into the room.

While Jason was in the bathroom, Kathy kicked off her heels and sunk her toes into the carpet, relishing the feel of softness under her feet. Something on the desk caught her eye. It was a single red rose with a note underneath. Jason must have written it while she was in the bathroom. 

The note read, "Thank you so much for making my dream come true. Love always, Jason."

He really is sweet, she thought, smelling the rose. The door opened behind her and Jason stepped out.

"I was hoping you wouldn't find that until after I left," he confessed.

She smiled. "I'm very touched, and I'm honored to have spent the evening with you."

Silence filled the room as neither moved. Finally, Jason cleared his throat.

"Well, I guess I should -" he started.

"Yeah, I got a long -" Kathy interrupted.

They both stopped and shared a laugh.

Jason held his arms out. "Anyway, thank you for going with me."

Kathy stepped forward and they embraced. Hugging him felt so natural.

"My pleasure. You've become a fine young man, Jason, and you can do anything you put your mind to."

With these words he hugged her more tightly, their bodies a perfect fit. At last his grip slackened and Kathy pulled her head back to look at him. Green eyes met brown and suddenly all sound from the world was gone. All she heard was the beating of her heart. His head tilted slightly, and she was drawn to him. Before she realized it her mouth was moving to meet his kiss, unable or unwilling to stop. She closed her eyes.

Hands pulled her closer, the short journey seeming impossibly long. At last soft flesh met soft flesh and Kathy became lost in the kiss. She deepened it, parting her lips to accept his tongue, to taste his youth. The rest of the world didn't exist, never had, and all there was left was the two of them.

The first kiss gave way to the next and to the next, each more urgent than the previous. Hands pawed at clothes, pushing and tugging, eager to discover what lay underneath. Any remnants of resistance she may have still harbored fell away bit by bit with each article of clothing.

The touch of his hand to her breast sent electric currents shooting through her body. His fingers traced ever decreasing circles. Time slowed down as Kathy waited expectantly for them to finish their spiraling journey. Her breath caught in her throat as his fingertips grazed her nipple, erect and taught. His head lowered, his tongue flicked and she gasped, cradling his head to her bosom. Lips; tongue; teeth; all were employed to tease her nipples to a state of hardness she had never experienced before. She felt ready to burst.

Wet heat pooled in her lower belly. Jason knelt before her in supplication, his hands tugging her dress down. Fingers hooked in the waistband of her panties and in an instant they lay at her feet. She watched Jason's face lean into her closely trimmed bush as he deeply breathed in the scent of her musk. A kiss on her upper thigh, then a second coaxed her legs apart. As Kathy draped a leg over his shoulder his hands cupped her buttocks.

Like a flower greeting the morning sun, she could feel her nether lips parting for him. He tasted her, deeply and slowly, passionately savoring her. Kathy moaned. His tongue plunged, ravishing her as she buried her fingers in his hair. His tongue moved upward and Kathy knew that the instant it touched her clit she would orgasm. Every muscle in her body tensed for the inevitable release, her hands holding him tightly against her as she waited breathlessly. When his tongue finally grazed her swollen nub she cried out, her body collapsing over him.

Jason held her up, his arms wrapped tightly around her, waiting for her to regain control. Then he stood and led her to the bed, pulling the blankets and sheets back before gently laying her down. She lay on her back, watching as he finished undressing until he stood next to her, completely naked.

Reaching out, she took him in her hand, feeling the power coiled in his engorged member, her fingers running over the taught, smooth skin. She stroked him from base to tip, her hand twisting around the fleshy tip. He shuddered. Climbing onto the bed, he knelt between her knees. A finger, then a second, slipped inside her, his hand moving in long, slow movements until she moaned again. His fingers slipped out and Jason leaned over her. Kathy pushed firmly against his chest, forcing him to stop.

"Wait - do you have a condom?" she asked.

"Yeah, sure, hang on a second."

Jason padded over to his clothes, his fingers searching his pockets until at last he found it. He hurried back to the bed, kneeling before her as he rolled the condom down his shaft. Once again, he leaned over her, his cock sliding along her swollen pussy lips until the head pressed against her wet slit. The tip caught at the opening and he slid deliciously in, filling her.

Their eyes met as their intertwined bodies moved slowly in the dance of sex. Kathy wrapped her legs around his waist, taking him deeper, encouraging him, spurring him on. The tempo increased. It felt wonderful, perfect. Jason's hips moved faster, Kathy's heels digging into the backs of his thighs and she could feel his balls slap against her. The spark burning deep inside caught in a flame and the glow warmed her, taking her closer to the edge. Jason tensed and let out a long, low moan as Kathy felt his cock spasm inside her. They collapsed on the bed.

All she could hear was the thudding of her heart mixed with their gasps for air. Jason padded to the bathroom to clean up while she soaked up the warm afterglow of sex. It's when she rolled onto her side that she saw it on her finger: her wedding ring. In an instant the enormity of what she had done crashed down on her and her cheeks burned with shame. Enough damage had been done, she had to stop this.

He lay down behind her and as she opened her mouth to speak she felt his lips softly kiss the side of her neck just below the jaw. His fingers touched her upper arm so lightly it felt like a whisper. This simple, tender gesture stopped her words before they could fully form. His mouth touched between her shoulder blades, wet and warm as his hand explored every curve, every crevice. With each touch and kiss her body and mind relaxed more and more. He was the artist and she was the clay ready to be molded by his capable hands. 

This is how a woman should be treated, she thought and she knew she was his for the night. Tomorrow would bring an end to this encounter.

Kisses travelled down her side, tickling her skin. His hand caressed her buttocks. Kathy pulled one leg up towards her chest, offering Jason unobstructed access, and felt his hand glide over her waiting sex.

He sat up, guiding Kathy to her back. She watched, mesmerized as his hands massaged around her pussy, her outer lips swelling under his touch. With his dark, brown eyes focused on her sex, two fingers slid into her, caressing and stroking her inner walls. The fire in her pussy spread throughout her body. His touch felt amplified; every movement of his fingers sent ripples of pleasure through her body. She writhed under his hand, dimly aware of the noises she was making. When his fingers curled upward and stroked the roof of her vagina, her back arched involuntarily and a primal moan filled the room.

Jason lay between her legs, his face hovering just above her. She could feel the warmth of his breath flow over her sex. Finally, a soft kiss on her wet slit. Then, his tongue danced and probed and teased, exploring from the very bottom of her pussy to just below her clit. Kathy wrapped her legs around his head. Her fingers played over her sensitive nipples as Jason's tongue plunged into her repeatedly.

Then, his lips surrounded her engorged nub and he sucked lightly. She squirmed, the pressure of another orgasm building. Her clit slid from his lips and his tongue scribed circles around the sensitive flesh. The pleasure bordered precipitously on pain. His lips latched on again and her body shook. She cried out as his tongue flicked rapidly over her clit. Her thighs squeezed his head as she plunged into the void. 




Mrs. J Ch. 01



Slowly, she relaxed as Jason covered her sex with tender kisses. At last, he sat up and she saw he was hard again, a perk of being young and virile. Kathy spread her legs wide, inviting him but Jason didn't move.

Concerned, she asked, "Something wrong?"

"I want to make love to you again but I don't have another condom," he said, his voice tinged with dejection. "I'm sorry."

Kathy thought for a moment, an internal debate waging in her mind. She had to have him again but she had to be careful. Finally she said, "If you can control yourself we can do it without a condom. But you can't come in me! You'll have to pull out."

Jason smiled, leaned in and kissed her deeply. His cock slid silkily in. Within minutes they found the right rhythm, their bodies rocking as one. Kathy had expected him to plow into her with abandon but Jason was tender, loving and attentive. She locked her hands behind his neck as he rode her, sweat shimmering on their bodies. A hint of an orgasm took root deep within her and slowly built, until Jason stopped suddenly and pulled out, his hand gripping his cock tightly. 

He straddled her stomach and quickly stroked himself until thick ropes of cum splashed on her breasts. Kathy rubbed his seed over her chest, relishing the slippery feel across her nipples. Finished, Jason got up and returned with a warm washcloth and gently cleaned her up. Turning out the light, he pulled the sheet up over them and held her in his arms. They lay for a long time, not speaking, their breathing slow and heavy.

"Kathy?" Jason asked softly, but she had fallen asleep. "I love you." He kissed her on the cheek and closed his eyes.

*****

It was an hour later when Kathy awoke with an urgent need to use the bathroom. When she returned to the bed, Jason was lying sprawled on his back, sleeping peacefully. Kathy pulled the sheet down revealing his naked form. 

What a marvelous body, she thought, her eyes drinking him in. 

His lean frame showed no signs of fat and even in a relaxed state his muscles were still defined. She trailed a finger over his unblemished skin, tracing the faint outlines of abdominal muscles. Her hand moved lower, through the thick pubic hair, stopping at the base of the cock. He stirred slightly but slumbered on. Kathy smiled, knowing he wouldn't be asleep for long. Caressing his length she watched, fascinated, as it swelled in size.

What she was doing was wrong, she knew, but she could not stop herself. Not now, not tonight. He was such a good lover, with his body, his hands, his mouth and his cock. Before she ended it, she wanted more -- she needed more.

She cupped his balls, feeling their weight and fullness. Still he slept. Kathy leaned down and kissed the base of his semi-erect cock, his pubic hair tickling her nose. She kissed up the length before taking him in her mouth, tasting their combined juices. She licked from tip to base, eager to not miss a spot. Jason moaned softly in his sleep. Kathy smiled, wondering what dream he was currently having and wanting to be a part of it.

Her tongue twirled around the fleshy tip, his cock now fully erect. She took him in, her lips stretched around his thickness. With one hand she cupped his balls while her mouth journeyed up and down his length. When she felt his hand in her hair, she raised her head, his cock sliding from her lips.

"You're up," she said, looking up at his smiling face.

"In more ways than one," said Jason. "Please, don't let me interrupt you."

Kathy smiled. Leaning in, she kissed him, closed mouth, on just the tip and lightly sucked, before slowly drawing him into her mouth deeper and deeper until his cock pressed against the back of her mouth. She slowly withdrew until her teeth lightly dragged over the head then moved back down on his shaft. Her head raised and lowered with an increasing tempo. Jason watched with his hands behind his head.

Feeling the skin around his balls tighten Kathy sat up and straddled him.

"Remember what I said about not coming in me?" Jason nodded. "Good," she said, as she lowered her wet pussy onto him.

Her fingers dug into his chest as she took him in deeply as he would go. He filled every bit her as she sat still, relishing the feeling. Her hips started rocking, slowly working his cock in and out. His hands squeezed her breasts, his thumbs rubbing across her nipples. Once again she felt the start of an orgasm take hold. She dismounted and lay on her stomach.

Jason moved in behind her, pulling her hips up. Guiding his cock between her legs, the head brushed against her anus and Kathy jerked suddenly. He understood and rubbed his throbbing cock along her wet slit, teasing her once more. Unable to take much more, she sat back, forcing him quickly into her pussy. Jason leaned over her, driving into her, pressing her down until she lay flat on the bed.

Clutching the sheets as his hips gyrated, Kathy saw the gleaming band of gold on her finger. That perfect circle, the symbol of her fidelity, burned on her hand. Guilt rose up in her. For a brief moment she thought about taking it off, but decided against it. Somehow, if she took it off this would all be a dream. Wearing the ring made it more real.

Jason shifted his weight and pumped faster, driving thoughts of the ring from her mind. Her orgasm was building, rising up. He drove her into the bed and with each thrust Kathy moaned. Her sounds encouraged Jason and he drove faster, harder until her moans merged into one long wail. Jason was taking her to where she had never been before. Like a wave crashing on the beach, her orgasm rolled through her. A second wave followed, and a third. Kathy screamed into a pillow until Jason pulled out. Warmth pooled on her lower back. He kissed the back of her neck and rolled off, collapsing on the bed next to her.

*****

The grey light of early morning greeted Kathy as she opened her eyes. Jason slept next to her, his soft snores the only noise. It was daylight, the night was over. 

Their night was over.

She sat up. Dried cum was caked on her back, making her itch. Kathy made her way to shower and stood under the hot spray for a long time. She heard the door open and Jason use the toilet.

"Mind if I join you?" His head appeared around the shower curtain.

"I don't think that's a good idea." She paused for a moment, looking down. She couldn't bear to look him in the face. The spray of the shower camouflaged her tears. "I'm sorry, Jason, it's over. I think it would be better if you left."

He nodded slowly before bowing his head in acceptance. Jason turned away slowly. A few minutes later she heard the room door slam as he left. Kathy sunk to the floor of the tub, hugging her knees tightly to her chest. Try as she might she could not wash away what had happened. She doubted it would ever wash away.

*****

Kathy wrestled the roast into the pan and then into the oven. She set the timer then turned her attention to the fridge. The cold air against her skin made her nipples hard and sensitive. In an instant she thought of that night and the way Jason had touched her. 

It had been a little more than two months since and every day she had wrestled with the guilt. Not just for what she had done but for how much she had enjoyed it. Memories constantly crowded her mind and she could recall with perfect clarity each touch, each kiss, and each taste. The memories aroused her and with that arousal came shame.

Shaking her head, she drove the thoughts back to their dark hiding place. She hadn't seen or talked to Jason since, and she hadn't spoken of that night to anyone. It was secret she swore to carry to her grave. Thankfully, Steve was too engaged in his own world to suspect a thing. Lauren was a different matter.

Immediately upon arriving home Lauren pressed her for details. Kathy told her truthfully about the dinner and dancing and left it at Jason walking her to her room. Several times Lauren interrogated her, her jealousy out in the open. When Kathy suggested she to talk about it with Jason, Lauren did just that. Kathy regretted saying that as Lauren and Jason spoke often now. She was afraid Jason might let it slip someday.

Kathy searched the crisper for vegetables to use in the salad. With her head in the fridge she heard the door from the garage open and Steve walk in.

"Hi, honey. Look who I brought home for dinner!" he called.

"Hey, Mrs. J. What's cooking?" Jason called brightly.

Fate was kind enough to have her head hidden when she heard his voice and Steve did not see the brief look of horror. Kathy's face twisted into a smile and turned to great their guest.

To be continued.

*****



Mrs. J Ch. 02



Author's Note: All characters in this story are eighteen years or older. This story is based on an idea posted on the Story Ideas discussion board and is a work of fiction.

For KathyJ

*

"Jason! What brings you here?" Kathy feigned joyously, holding out her arms. She feared Steve would pick up on the fake tone of her voice but he didn't seem to notice.

As he hugged her, Jason's hand slipped down to her ass and squeezed. Kathy broke the embrace and forced him back at arm's length. Steve was busying himself with his briefcase and hadn't seen.

"I'm in town to try out for Tech's soccer team. And I made it! But only as a walk on," he added with a note of disappointment in his voice.

"Wow, congratulations!" The shock of seeing Jason was starting to wear off. "Didn't State offer you a scholarship?"

"Yeah, and I was ready to take it. But then I ran into Mr. J. at lunch today and he convinced me Tech is a much better school. Soccer will only last so long then it's out into the real world."

Steve beamed at Jason. "Once I explained how valued a degree from Tech is in many industries, he was hooked. I'm proud you'll be attending my alma mater, Jason." For an instant Kathy hated her husband.

All that evening Kathy's face felt strained from forcing a smile. Her head ached, her heart pounded with stress. The terror of discovery roiled just below the surface. There was also self-loathing from the way her body had responded to his hug, the way it felt when his hand slid between her ass cheeks. Her pussy was instantly soaked. It didn't seem possible the evening could get any worse. At dinner, though, another bombshell went off.

"You heading back tomorrow?" Steve asked Jason around a mouth full of food.

"Actually, no," was the answer. Lauren beamed at Jason and hung on every word as he spoke. "Coach wants me to start a conditioning program next week that will continue until practice starts. They have a top-notch facility here and one of the trainers will work with me every day. I'll be spending the next couple of days finding a place to live. The dorms don't open until the end of August so I'll have to find a cheap sublet. Do you have any suggestions?"

Steve set his fork down and chewed thoughtfully. "I know of a place," he said after swallowing, "that's clean and affordable. Best of all, meals are included." He paused for effect. What he said next turned the blood in Kathy's veins to ice. "You can stay with us!"

Lauren bounced happily in her seat, applauding her father. A dull noise buzzed in Kathy's head so she missed the next bits of conversation. A black mist clouded her vision briefly. The thought of Jason under their roof was more than she could bear. She finally found her voice.

"Honey, don't you think we should discuss this first?" she said to her husband.

"What's there to discuss? He needs a place to stay, we have plenty of room and he's practically family. How can we turn away family? Besides, he'll need to learn how to cook if he's going to survive college. You can teach him."

Steve's argument was sound on the surface and Kathy was forced to quietly acquiesce. Lauren still harbored some suspicions about the prom and to argue against Jason living there might heighten those suspicions. She would have to discuss this with Steve later.

Lauren spent the evening by Jason's side, lavishing him with her attention. For his part, Jason returned the favor, talking and laughing mostly with her. Kathy kept her distance wondering what Jason's intentions were. She found out when it came time for him to leave.

"Can you walk me to my car?" Jason asked Kathy. "I have some prom pictures I forgot to bring in."

"Certainly," she replied in a neutral tone while Lauren hugged Jason goodbye.

Once they were alone and away from the house Jason got right to the point. "I want to be with you again. You're all I've thought about this summer."

"Jason, no!" she said in a hushed voice. "That's absolutely the worst idea. I don't want to risk my marriage further."

"We connected on some deep level that night," he insisted.

"I cheated on my husband that night!" Kathy countered. "That's all that matters! Everything else is irrelevant."

"So! You admit we do have something special!"

Kathy felt trapped by his twisting of her words. Her head spun as she tried to regain the upper hand. "No, I'm saying that no matter what you think about whatever 'deep connection' your mind conjured up, I'm not going to cheat on Steve again. It was a horrible mistake I won't repeat."

Jason grabbed her hands and turned her to him. "Kathy! Look me in the eye and tell me I'm not the best sex you ever had."

Kathy looked into his deep brown eyes, took a deep breath, and lied. "I'm sorry, Jason, but you're not." To her surprise, Jason didn't look hurt. Instead, an odd smile spread across his face. She went on. "You're good guy - go find some girl your own age and make her happy. Forget about me and leave me alone."

He dropped her hands. "Ok, if that's the way it's going to be." 

Jason opened the car door and rummaged around on the passenger seat before pulling out some pictures. He handed them over and Kathy scanned them quickly. One was of the two of them before a backdrop. Another was them seated at the table surrounded by Jason's friends. The last two were of them dancing. Kathy had to admit she had a good time at the prom. Her thoughts were interrupted when Jason pressed something in her palm.

"That's for you, only for you. You should view it when no one's around, then give me a call. Maybe you'll reconsider."

Without another word, he stepped into his car, started it and drove off. Kathy held up the object to get a closer look. It was a USB thumb drive. The buzzing noise filled her head once more.

*****

"All I'm saying is that I don't think it's a good idea for Jason to stay here."

"And why is that?" Steve closed his laptop with a snap, annoyed at Kathy for the continued interruption.

Kathy thought quickly. "Didn't you see the way he and Lauren were looking at each other tonight? I don't know if I could trust them living in such close proximity."

Steve was quiet for a minute, thinking. "Do you think it would be better if Jason had his own place, a place for them to go where we wouldn't be? By your logic it would be better if he were here. That way we could keep on eye on them."

She was speechless - his damnable simple logic had painted her into a corner. There was nothing she could think of to counter him. With the argument over, Steve opened his laptop and went back to his stats.

*****

The darkened monitor sat before Kathy, taunting her, daring her to continue. The house was quiet in the middle of the night when she crept down to the home office, locking the door behind her. Taking a deep breath, she started the computer and waited for it to boot. When it was ready she inserted the USB drive. A window appeared and Kathy clicked on the only file listed.

A movie started. Kathy was shocked to see it was of the hotel room cast in a greenish light. Jason was lying on his back sleeping and there she was, walking into frame and pulling the sheets down to reveal his body. Kathy watched as she first fondled, then sucked Jason to full erection. When he awoke, she mounted him, her hips rising and falling. At the top of each stroke she could clearly see her pussy lips stretched around his thick cock. The dull buzzing was back, filling her head.

The on screen Kathy dismounted and lay on her stomach. Jason moved behind her and impaled her, his thrusting becoming faster and more frantic with each passing minute. It was when he shifted his weight, driving hard down into her did the buzzing in Kathy's head abruptly stop. 

"Oh, God, Jason! You're the best fuck I've ever had! Don't stop! Don't ever stop!" she heard herself yell. 

Screams of ecstasy poured from the speakers until they were muffled by a pillow. Jason pulled out just in time as copious amounts of cum pulsed from his cock onto her back. The movie ended.

Reeling in shock, Kathy sat back staring at the screen. Had she really said that? She had no recollection of uttering those words but here was proof she had. The world tilted around her and she gripped the desk to keep from falling. The sensation passed and a new emotion filled her: anger, pure and raw. With trembling hands, Kathy picked up the phone and scrolled through the directory until she found the number. He answered on the third ring, his voice full of sleep.

"You son of a bitch -" she began.

"You watched it!" His voice was suddenly bright. "There's a lot more but that's the best part, in my opinion. I don't know what's hotter - you waking me up with a blowjob or you screaming my name. What do you think?"

"I can't believe you recorded it. I swear to God, if you show it to anyone I'll cut your -"

"Relax," he interrupted, "it's just for you and me. I don't want to show it to anyone, unless ... I have to. I'm not sure how Mr. J. would feel if he saw Mrs. J. having her brains screwed out by an eighteen year old. Do you understand?"

The walls were closing in on Kathy. She was trapped and she knew it. "Yeah, I guess so."

"Good. Now truthfully this time, who's the best?"

Her body was numb from head to foot. "You are."

"Say it."

Kathy's voice shook, same as her hand holding the phone. "You are the best fuck I ever had."

He chuckled. "It's so good to hear you say it. I'll see you Sunday, Kathy. Goodnight."

The line went dead and it wasn't until an irritating beeping blared from the phone did Kathy hang up. She stared at the screen for a long time before viciously yanking the USB drive out of the computer and flinging it across the room. She wept for a long time. When the tears subsided, she turned off the computer and shuffled over to pick up the USB device. It burned hot in her hand. Tomorrow she would get rid of it properly.

*****

A moment of weakness, that's all it was, a moment where she stood on the knife edge, teetering between two paths: one of safety, comfort, and sameness; and the other of lust, fulfillment, and risk. That moment played over and over in her mind and each time she wanted to scream, to break the spell, to keep from choosing the wrong path. It was simple, really. All she had to was step back from his waiting lips and steer him to the door. Was it that hard? But then, his head tilted and there was only one path - it was too late. She was drawn to his kiss like a moth to the flame. For the moth, though, it's over in an instant. For Kathy, the pain and the shame and the guilt gnawed at her daily.

How could one moment of weakness lead to such continual suffering?

How could she choose a path that was filled with pain?

The kids growing up and leaving to start their own lives had left a void in her life. Boredom and loneliness consumed her. She tried to engage Steve in new activities, to re-ignite the spark between them, but he was content with who and where he was. His contentment blinded him to the reality that on some deep level, she was unhappy.

It doesn't justify what she did, though. Nothing could justify her betrayal. She had been selfish and now she was hurting everyone she loved, even if they didn't know it yet.

Love - hate relationship; that phrase made Kathy smile bitterly. She knew all about it now. Jason loved her but she hated him for what he was putting her through. She loved the way he made her writhe with a pleasure she'd never felt before, but she hated herself for enjoying it so, for wanting to feel his flesh against hers, to feel him inside her.

The moth danced around the flame, moving ever closer to its brightness and heat, the pain mounting. Perhaps it will be over soon.

She could only hope.

*****

A routine quickly emerged. Jason would come home from his training, all sweaty and with lust in his eyes. Lauren and Steve would be working. Sometimes Kathy would shower with Jason, running her soapy hands over his tired body, watching with wonder as he grew hard. He was never too tired to be aroused, never too tired to fuck.

Where they fucked varied: sometimes in the shower; sometimes on the couch; once in the kitchen, but usually in his room. Today, though, they were her room for the first time. Whenever he had suggested going to her bed, Kathy was able to steer him elsewhere, but not today. Jason had taken matters into his own hands.

They were drying off in the bathroom when he suddenly spun her around, taking her in his arms. He lifted her off her feet and she wrapped her legs around his waist, his hard member digging into her buttock. As they kissed, he deftly maneuvered her until his cock found her dripping pussy. In one motion, he slid all the way in, impaling her. Being stretched around him released a primal moan.

Her body jerked with each thrust, and soon she was panting hard. Her eyes were closed, focusing on the fullness between her legs. As he fucked her, Jason walked through the house until they collapsed on a bed. It wasn't until Kathy opened her eyes and saw the ceiling fan turning overhead did she realize they were on her bed. It was too late; her last refuge had been stormed by Jason. She had nowhere to retreat. She blamed herself. And she blamed Steve.

Steve had unwittingly invited her infidelity into their house and now into their bed.

Jason stood at the side of the bed, her legs on his shoulders as he plowed into her mercilessly. Her breasts jiggled, their heaviness tossed to and fro by his unceasing rhythm. The feel of his cock sliding in and out, the wet sounds, the weight of her breasts heaving, the depth of his thrusts all conspired to make Kathy orgasm. She moaned and clenched her legs tightly together, trapping him inside. He stopped and waited patiently for her to relax.

The world dimmed and when she came to she was on her stomach, her legs divided by Jason's body. He pushed into her and she gasped. This position always gave Kathy the greatest pleasure. His hands pressed down on her back, making it hard to breathe.

Punish me, she thought, punish me for what I'm doing.

He paused. "Give me your hands."

Kathy obeyed, putting her hands on the small of her back, forcing her head into the mattress. Jason held them with his and continued thrusting. She was helpless, powerless, and quickly on her way to a second orgasm. He picked up speed and the room went dark. She could dimly hear her cries as she floated in a nether world. When she came to Jason was straddling her head, his cock filling her mouth. Within moments she tasted his seed and swallowed. He pulled out and more cum landed on her cheek. She lay passive until he was finished.

When he got up she noticed the stains on the pillow. She was irritated.

"Now I have to wash the sheets," she grumbled. "If you wore a condom there wouldn't be all these messes."

He stood by the bed running his fingers through his dark hair. "I told you I don't like wearing condoms. I feel closer to you when I don't." He watched as she dabbed at the pillow with a tissue. "You know, if you let me come inside you I wouldn't have to pull out and -"

"For the last time, I can't risk getting pregnant. Steve had a vasectomy years ago so I can't go on the pill. You know that."

"It's just that I want to come at the exact same moment you do. It would be a beautiful thing."

"That's sweet," Kathy said cupping his face in her hands, "but it's never going to happen unless you wear a condom."

Jason knelt next to the bed with a far off look in his eyes. He was scheming, she could tell. She waited for him to say something; instead, he pulled her to him, draping her legs over his shoulders. All of the irritation she'd felt disappeared lick by lick. He was insatiable. He was a god. Kathy gripped his hair tightly and rode him to another orgasm.

*****

The sun beat down as Jason stretched out on the deck. He was exhausted. The training had picked up in intensity the last couple of days but it was worth it. He felt leaner, faster, and had more stamina. On the down side he hadn't slept with Kathy this week.

With his extended workouts there wasn't much time between when he got home and when Lauren did. Kathy was busy too, running errands or attending book club meetings at a friend's. Everything conspired to create an odd mixture of exhaustion and horniness. 

The house was empty today when he returned earlier than usual. He had hoped to catch Kathy at home and have his way with her. Instead he showered, threw on a pair of shorts and decided to lay out, letting the heat of the sun soothe his sore muscles. Locusts buzzed in the trees and somewhere far off a lawnmower droned. He relaxed bit by bit and eventually dozed.

He awoke with a smile. A hand had travelled up his shorts and was caressing his member to full length. He opened his eyes but the dazzling sun blinded him, and all he could make out was the dark outline of Kathy as she knelt over him. He closed his eyes and put his hands behind his head. 

Not once this summer had Kathy initiated sex. The only time she had been the aggressor was after the prom when they spent those glorious hours in the hotel room. They had been equals then, both expressing their lust for each other. Since that time, she had only been the prey to his predator, passive and submissive.

His shorts were tugged off and her tongue ran up and down his length, her shoulder length hair tickling his thighs. Wetness enveloped his shaft and Jason sighed deeply. The sun heated his body while her mouth warmed his cock. She licked and sucked eagerly.

Perhaps taking a break was just what she needed - the hunger was back. Her head bobbed quickly and twice she brought him to the brink of orgasm before pausing and waiting for it to pass. The third time she sucked with abandon and Jason felt his balls tighten, a precursor to a huge orgasm. She stopped just in time, her fingers squeezing the base of his cock tightly, preventing him from coming. 

His body shook as he fought for control and his breath came in hitches. When he finally relaxed she let go and straddled him. Her wetness coated his shaft as she slid her pussy along his length. He could feel her part for him. She shifted her weight and he was inside.

Her pussy gripped him mightily. The days off had allowed her to tighten up and the feeling was exquisite. She waited, moving with small motions, until her sex adjusted for him. Then she took him deeply, gasping as he filled her completely.

Jason opened one eye but the sun was right over her head. He would have to rely on his other senses today. Locusts sang their continuous song as she rode him frantically, her fingers digging into his chest. The increasing tempo brought him swiftly to the edge.

"I'm about to come," he warned her through clenched teeth.

"Me, too," she whispered urgently. "Don't stop. Don't you dare stop."

He grabbed her hips and rammed her down on his cock, penetrating her to previously unknown depths. She moaned, long and loud, her pussy contracting, squeezing him, milking him. He stiffened as load after load shot into her, finally filling her with his seed. His orgasm stretched on for an eternity, and when he returned to the world, she was lying on top of him, her head buried in his neck, his cock still buried in her pussy.

He held her tightly, savoring the moment, meticulously storing away every sound and touch in his memory. Cum slowly leaked out of her and pooled on his skin.

"I came more than I ever have before," he said finally. She hugged him tightly. "In fact," he went on, "I might still be coming."

She shook with laughter, her voice melodious, before sitting up. "Well, you'll have to stop," she said simply. "Mom will be home soon." Lauren kissed him quickly on the lips and stood up. "Thanks, Jason, that was incredible," she said as she scooped up her clothes.




Mrs. J Ch. 02



Stunned, Jason watched as Lauren walked back inside. He could see his thick white cream trailing down her inner thigh. When she was gone, he looked down at his spent member lying in a puddle of their juices, marveling at what just happened. He shook his head and laughed, and went inside to clean up.

*****

Two days later, Jason collapsed on his bed, more tired than he'd ever felt before. The hot shower had failed ease the ache of his muscles, and all he could do was lie on his stomach and wait for the ibuprofen to kick in. 

"Tough day at the office?" Lauren teased from the doorway.

He groaned. "I can't believe how everything hurts."

"Everything?"

"Almost everything," he admitted. "Honestly, though, I won't be any good to you this way. I need a day off."

The past forty eight hours had been a blur of sexual frenzy. Every chance they got they groped, licked, and fucked. Lauren had even come to his room in the middle of the night, riding him to orgasm after orgasm while her parents slept two doors down. She was as insatiable as he, always ready to go again. He had never met anyone like her.

Her only flaw was that she wasn't her mother.

"Poor baby," Lauren sympathized. "How about I give you a massage?"

Jason grunted his assent. Lauren returned a few minutes later, her lithe legs straddling his buttocks. With some difficulty he pulled off his shirt. Lauren drizzled oil on his back and went to work. Her small hands kneaded the knotted muscles, coaxing them to relax. Jason sank deeper into the bed under her touch.

Finished with his back and neck, Lauren moved down to work his legs. Her able hands worked their magic on his calves and thighs. He groaned when her fingers kneaded his sore hamstrings. She concentrated there, spending a lot of time working them over. Her hands rose higher up the backs of his thighs and under his shorts.

"That sore, too?" 

He nodded. Before he could protest, Lauren pulled off his shorts and was kneading his bare ass. Jason wouldn't have admitted it earlier but his buttocks were the sorest parts of his body. He sighed and relaxed even more, falling into a trance as the ache was driven from his body.

He heard Lauren squirt more oil into her hands and felt fingers glide over his sac. His hips rose automatically, offering her access. A well oiled hand caressed his balls and Jason moaned with pleasure. Lauren thoroughly massaged his ass and balls until he felt he was going to burst. She stood up and indicated for him to roll over.

She was naked now, her hands glistening, as she straddled him. Her pubic hair brushed along his shaft as she massaged his chest and arms. Soon his cock was slick with her juices and the tip caught at her opening. Lauren sat down a bit, allowing just the head to enter her. She kept him like that while she continued to rub him down.

Once her hands reached his waist she dismounted and moved down to his legs. Her touch was purposeful yet sensual, and soon all thoughts of exhaustion were driven from his mind. His legs finished, she moved up to his waiting cock. It bobbed with each beat of his heart. Lauren made a show of slowly squeezing more oil into her palm.

She took him in both her hands, one on each side and rubbed his length. Jason moaned again. A hand closed on his shaft and pumped up and down. At the top of each stroke she twisted her hand around the head making Jason flinch in pleasure. The skin of his cock was taut and strained when she lowered her mouth on him. His eyes rolled back in his head when the tip touched her throat. Jason struggled to not come, wanting this feeling to last. He succeeded until Lauren slipped a well oiled finger in his ass.

*****

"Fuck me! Harder! Harder!" Lauren commanded as Jason knelt behind her. "This might be the last time you get to fuck me, so make it good!"

Jason stopped. "What do you mean?"

"I'm getting my period in a couple of days."

"You sure?" His hips resumed moving.

"Yeah, I'm sure. I'm on the pill so it's like clockwork. Unfortunately you'll have to put with two bitchy women for a few days."

"Two?"

"Yeah," she grunted, taking Jason even deeper. "Ever since I went on the pill I became the alpha female of the house. My mom's cycle matches mine, now - something to do with pheromones or something."

Lauren continued talking but Jason didn't hear her. A plan was forming in his mind and it wasn't until Lauren screamed in ecstasy did he remember he was fucking her. Her pussy gripped his cock and he came in a shuddering spasm.

*****

Once again Kathy was pinned under Jason, her hands behind her back as he rode her. She had been able to avoid him the past couple of days but today he had come home just after Lauren had left. When he gazed at her with that lustful look on his face, Kathy silently cursed the wetness spreading between her legs. The desire for his cock to be in her was too much to bear at times.

She buried her head in the mattress to muffle her cries as she came. He always made her come, even when she didn't want to. His tempo slowed, his thrusts became deeper and her body shook uncontrollably. She was having a sustained orgasm, something that had happened for the first time the previous week. When he fucked her like this she felt as if every one of her molecules would detonate and fly apart.

Her cries became more distant as she receded farther into her orgasm. The world didn't exist; Jason didn't exist; she didn't exist. There was simply white hot lust burning in the void of space.

The universe dimmed and she was back on the bed. Jason stood next to her looking down at her body.

"Beautiful," he murmured. He was looking at her sex.

Kathy sat up quickly and looked down. Her pussy lips were red and swollen from the abuse. White fluid seeped from her slit - Jason had come in her.

"God damn it! Why didn't you pull out?" she demanded. She flopped back onto the bed frustrated.

"I didn't want to and I didn't need to," he said calmly, his eyes never leaving her vagina. "Your period starts in a couple of days so you're not fertile."

Stunned, Kathy stared at him. She could feel his seed ooze slowly across her anus, tickling her. "How did you -"

He cut her off quickly. "I figured it out. I can count, you know." 

Reaching forward he dipped his fingers into her, spreading his cum over her sex. Kathy slapped his hand away.

"Get out!" she whispered. "Get the fuck out!"

Jason licked his fingers, winked at her and walked from the room. Kathy hurried to the shower and stood under the spray for a long time.

*****

"Happy Birthday, Daddy!" Lauren yelled as she walked in with a cake.

Jason looked up, surprised. "I didn't know it was your birthday, Mr. J. I would have gotten you a gift."

"No worries, Jason. I've had plenty of birthdays and plenty of gifts. I don't need anything," Steve said after blowing out the candles.

"Where's your gift, Mom?" 

Mrs. J. gave a strained smile. "I'm taking your dad out to dinner and then to a show tomorrow night."

"Cool," said Lauren casually. "Shoot, I forgot forks and ice cream. Jason, can you give me hand?"

Jason rose to follow Lauren and as he left the room he heard Mr. J. say to Mrs. J.: "Actually, I'm looking forward to your gift tonight."

*****

Hands caressed her body through the nightgown. When one moved between her legs, Kathy gently pushed it away and sat up. Steve looked at her confused.

"Something wrong?"

"No," was her answer. Kathy gave her best performance and gave him her most seductive look. "It's your birthday and I want you to have something special, something I haven't given you in a long time."

Intrigued, Steve lay back. "Such as?"

"You just lie there and watch," was her answer.

Kathy kissed down his hairy chest, her hands flitting over his stomach. She could feel his hardness through his boxers. She tugged them down revealing his white cock amid a sea of dark pubic hair. She fondled and stroked him, teasing him with licks and wet kisses. Steve was so worked up that when she finally took him in her mouth he came immediately. She swallowed every drop and laid her head on his stomach. He stroked her hair gently.

"Sorry about that. I got a little over excited."

Kathy thought it was the understatement of the year. Instead she said, "Don't apologize. I love it that I can get you so worked up." She ran her fingers absently over his stomach. "Remember our first time?"

"How could I forget? I was so embarrassed. I still am," he confessed.

"Don't be," Kathy admonished. "Besides, you recovered pretty quickly, if memory serves, and we did it three more times that night."

Steve laughed. "Yeah, well, those days are long gone, I'm afraid."

"Are they?" she asked, looking up at him.

Her hand moved down, pulling and stroking. To his amazement, he grew harder. When he was almost fully erect, she took him in her mouth and lovingly sucked until he came again.

"Happy Birthday," she whispered, licking the cum from her lips.

*****

"In here," she said, pulling Jason by his cock.

He stopped at the doorway. "This is your parents' room."

"Yeah, but they have a king size bed. I'm tired of screwing on a small bed. Think of the possibilities."

Jason stepped closer, taking Lauren in his arms. "What did you have in mind?"

*****

"Damn it!" she swore again.

"It's ok, honey," soothed Steve. "We have plenty of time to get the tickets and make the show." He swung the car around and sped back towards their house.

The strain was getting to her and her mind was starting to crack. She was forgetful. She laughed too loud and too easily when she was with other people. She sobbed uncontrollably when she was alone. During dinner Kathy had to stifle the urge to confess everything. She choked it down with plenty of white wine. 

Last night had been another low point in her marriage, the lowest since that fateful night three months ago. Their tradition was that on their birthdays, no matter what else was going on in their lives, they would have wild, unabashed sex. But last night, she couldn't - her pussy was too raw from the fucking Jason had given her. And she couldn't let Steve go down on her either, and risk him tasting another man on her. Instead, she indulged Steve in multiple blowjobs, something she hadn't done before. When finished, Steve lay back with the most contented look on his face. Kathy's heart sank when she saw it. She knew she did was a lie. All of it was a lie.

She had become a lie.

The car turned into the driveway and Kathy jumped out, hurrying up the walk. The house was quiet when she entered. As it was a Friday night, Lauren and Jason were most likely out. Good, she didn't want Jason to see her - she was wearing the same dress she had worn to the prom. She hurried up the stairs, her mind so preoccupied she didn't hear the noises coming from the bedroom.

She opened the door and froze at what she saw.

Lauren was on top of Jason, her mouth around his cock, his head buried between her legs. They were both moaning loudly. Kathy saw Jason had a finger buried in her daughter's ass. Lauren opened her eyes and saw her mother, and she let Jason fall from her lips. Lauren rolled off and Jason sat up quickly -- he didn't even attempt to cover himself.

All three stared at each other. The earth had stopped spinning and all three felt the terrible lurch. Laruen waited for her mother start screaming at her and Jason. Instead, her mother stared at Jason, an expression of pain and sorrow on her face. Lauren glanced at Jason, who looked down at the floor guiltily.

Where was the anger? Where was the outrage? Lauren stared at her mother.

Kathy dropped her eyes to avoid Lauren's gaze. Guilt was now etched on her mother's face, too. Lauren looked from one to the other, the horror of realization dawning over her. She stood, and took a few unsteady steps forward.

"How could you?" she barely whispered.

Kathy looked up at Lauren and shook her head. "I never meant -." She stopped, the words choking her. "It just happened." Tears welled in her eyes.

Lauren stepped back shaking her head in disbelief. "You, you -" she stammered, shaking her head. Her worst fears had been realized.

"You fucked him!" she shrieked.

Steve stepped into the room, his face drawn and tight. "What the hell is going on?"

*****

Kathy clipped the announcement from the paper. Lauren looked so beautiful, it must have been a wonderful wedding. Kathy, of course, was not invited. Over the past five years she had only spoken with Lauren a handful of times. With Steve, even less.

The divorce was swift and merciless, and completely befitting of the crime. Kathy did not contest a thing. What she had done was indefensible. 

Her moment of weakness had cost her family. True, she saw the rest of her kids and grandkids from time to time but some bond had broken between her and the kids and they'd never be whole again. Worse, her moment of weakness had cost her best friend. 

It wasn't until Steve had left her that Kathy fully realized how close they were. Sure, they were boring, unadventurous and dull. But they were together, two companions on their journey through life, living a safe and comfortable existence.

She heard Steve was seeing someone now. Kathy hoped she could make him happy. 

For her own part, Kathy was still alone and she doubted she ever would find someone who could make her truly happy. Jason tried several times to see her but it wasn't the same. Whatever spell he'd had over her was broken when her marriage crumbled in ruins. In the intervening years, her encounters with men always left her feeling empty. It took a long time for her to realize Jason had hollowed out a space in her that no man could ever fill. 

To walk the earth like an empty vessel that could never be filled: that was her punishment, those were her chains.

Kathy was sure she would wear them for the rest of her days.