All characters are over the age of 18.
“You left the house without your phone this morning JD.”
“I know Mother. I panicked when it wasn’t there.”
I watched, as JD mimed the act of reaching into the front pocket of his jeans and felt the rush of hot blush run up my chest, neck and into my cheeks.
I tried to force back all of the illicit and forbidding thoughts, the more than motherly kisses, and the intimate moments that had already crossed the line days earlier, as we explored one another in the truck at the loading dock and on the kitchen counter.
I looked back up at JD and caught the moment when he let his lips part ever so slightly with a push and lick of his tongue, and though about how easy it must be to read my mind and the look of desire on my face.
I held his gaze as my eyes wandered down his chest, past his belt and rest on the well worn field of denim at JD’s crotch, like the outline of a can of dip in a cowboy’s back pocket, I thought to myself.
I couldn’t help but wonder how may barrels, boxes and bales may have bumped his steel, and explored the possibility that there may be someone other than me wanting to press against him.
“Your phone is up in your room and it looks like you have a few unread messages.”
“Thanks mother.”
“Your father will be home in a few hours and will probably be hungry for something just like me. It was a good thing your phone was locked,” I said playfully and finished the sentence with a soft kiss JD’s cheek that was met with a turn of his head and a touch of our lips.
It was the kiss we both knew all to well; the kiss that opened the door, and triggered my own feeling that this is wrong, that I had to resist the temptation, that the longing for more must stop.
“I’ll be up in my room if you need me,” he said.
Later, as I walked past JD’s room on my way to the master, I noticed, through the crack in the door, that he was seated at his desk and typing away at his keyboard and screen.
As I entered the master, I left the door open slightly in the same way; my subtle sign of both an invitation and an expectation privacy.
I stood before the mirrored closet doors and watched myself undress. I let my capri pants rest at my ankles and took of my fleece top. I admired the curve of my breasts and the way my nipples reacted to my own self-arousal. I squeezed out of my panties and ran my hands between my legs and then up over my breasts.
I took out my razor, touched up any trace of any stray stubble within the perimeter of my micro bikini tan line, and applied fresh lip gloss, mascara and shadow.
Standing before the mirror again, perched in a pair of cute reptile skin kitten heels, I thought about the way men have always found me to be quite frankly gorgeous and irresistible; and tried to push back a the insatiable temptation to entice JD further.
Standing almost naked in front of the mirror, and deep in thought, I sensed a dark shadow cross by he bedroom door and resisted the urge to look back as I dressed.
The pull of a g-string panty up between my vulva was a pleasure in itself.
My low-rise short shorts, squeezed and accentuated my ass and the spread of full lips between my legs. The dusty-rose string camisole top brushed against my still-erect nipples. My manicured toes gleamed up from below.
Necessarily, I told myself to walk past JD’s room, and instead stood at the partially-open door. JD seemed to react to my unannounced presence, as several instant message boxes quickly dropped down off his screen into the tool bar.
I let myself in and leaned over his shoulder with my hands on the back of his chair.
“Are you being productive?”
“No Mother, just gaming.”
“How about this game,” I said as I swiveled and rocked his chair from side to side then spun him around facing me, his eyes level with the low rise of my shorts.
I put my hand up behind his ear and combed my fingers through his hair, as he held on to his gaze, and the inescapable field of soft tan skin between my shorts and top.
The gem of a piercing beckoned from the tuck above my navel and the uncoiling tail of a tattoo peaked out at my waist around the corner of my hip bone.
A rush of guilt hit me along with the blush of shame; each returning hot and pink on my chest and neck. I watched and felt the indescribable sensation as he touched me, unfasten the top button of my shorts, then slide open my zipper.
He ran his thumb over the hint of pubic hair that curled out from under the cover of my g-string, then pushed both hands down into my open shorts and over my now bare behind.
I stepped up out of the tangle of panties and shorts around my ankles, as JD held onto me by my ass. Then I felt the sensation of wetness, as JD slid his hands and fingers over and then into my vagina.
“That’s enough JD. We need to stop now. We both know this cannot go on any longer; and your father could be home any minute.”
“I don’t want it to stop and I cannot resist my urges mother.”
JD got out of his chair and down onto his knees before me, as I stood with my legs spread wide and held onto his head in my hands. I felt him reach up under my top. He cupped and caressed my breasts in his hand and twisted my nipples between his fingertips.
I grabbed onto his hair and pulled his face and mouth into the inferno between my legs.
His tongue slipped up into me and expertly found my clitoris, with passing licks that pulled like a string on my nipples and sent electricity down to my toes. Somehow I managed to stay upright, as I teetered, and yielded in his grip, the tip of his tongue reading me like a book.
“Oh my God JD, you’re going to make me cum.”