Opening the bedroom door far enough to fit head and shoulders through, Sarah peered in, adjusting her eyes to the lighting. The room was dark except for the lamp that shed its beam onto the opened books strewn across the wooden surface of the desk. He looked up, squinting a little.
“Don’t forget, Aunt Jane will be here in an hour, you might want to freshen up a bit. You seem to have been in here for days.” Sarah said with a smile, “I know exams are coming up, but give yourself a break, you have that degree in the bag Tom.”
He took his glasses off and placed them on top of a book, leaning back in his chair he rubbed large hands over his face.
“Yes, you’re right Mum, I could do with a day or two away from all this.” He waved his hand in the direction of the papers. “If I don’t know enough now, I never will.”
“Exactly. Now, get yourself sorted, Jane is dying to see you,” Sarah affirmed.
“I will be down soon,” he promised.
“Ok love” Sarah retreated through the door and down the stairs.
Tom stood up, crossed the room and switched on the overhead light. The room took on a starker look. He made his way to his wardrobe, glimpsing his reflection, he made a mental note to get out for some air. He looked pale even to his own eyes. Sliding the door across the mirrored one, he reached in and selected a blue shirt and a pair of jeans, grabbing socks and white boxer shorts from another shelf.
As he walked the few steps from his room to the bathroom he began to think of Aunt Jane. He had not seen her for two years. Her office had sent her to Belgium to head their division there and although she had been back for visits, and always based herself in their home, he had been away at college.
Jane was his mother’s oldest friend, and his honorary aunt as well as god mother. She had never married, instead, focusing on her career. A striking woman, he had often wondered how she had never been snapped up. He was very fond of Aunt Jane, and admitted to himself how much he was looking forward to seeing her this weekend.
Life was good he figured and if he gets the degree, the sky would be the limit for him. A career like Auntie Jane’s would be just the ticket. I will have to pick her brains he thought, and find out how to get in on the bottom rung of the corporate ladder.
He showered and dressed and after shaving he applied some aftershave, he felt a good impression would do wonders.
He joined Sarah in the kitchen. They were a tight but small unit, always there for each other she was a loving mother and he had matured to the man she always hoped he would be.
“Make yourself useful there, I will get a shower now,” Sarah said pointing at the salad ingredients she had removed from the fridge. “Would you do some of that salad dressing you like?”
She climbed stairs two at a time and made for the tall dresser in her room, grabbed fresh underwear a top and her tight white jeans and made for the shower.
Tom squeezed the residual water out of the leaves he rinsed under the tap and dropped them onto the waiting sheets of paper towel, patting them dry before dropping them into the wide bowl. He chopped Dill, Coriander and Basil leaves. Once added to the bowl he plunged his fingers into the aromatic green foliage to mix the flavours. He wiped his hands on a towel before opening the cupboard, reaching in for an empty jam jar, into which he poured olive oil, cider vinegar, honey and a teaspoon of mustard. Screwing the lid on tight, he shook the jar fast, watching as the salad dressing began to emulsify.
Sarah tweaked the front of her hair with her fingers, switching the dryer back on, taming the stubborn strands. Once happy with her hair she rummaged through her make up bag, finding mascara and eyeliner, applying both carefully, outlining her grey eyes with a neat black meticulous line, stroking the fine round brush over her long lashes, enhancing their length and colour. She located her favourite rich red lipstick, staining her lips with the flattering shade blotting the excess with a tissue.
Stepping back, she viewed herself. The scoop neck fitted grey top and slim jeans accentuated her toned, womanly shape, her auburn hair shone smoothly to just below her shoulders. She smiled at her reflection. “You’ll do,” she said to herself. While she adored Jane, she always felt a bit dowdy next to her. The extra bit of effort was worth it, she thought. The sound of the doorbell broke her thoughts.
“Will you get the door darling, I will be down in a minute,” she called down the stairs to Tom.
Tom pulled open the door and smiled as he saw the familiar smiling face of his aunt, he momentarily felt like he was a young boy again and felt a wave of nostalgia overcome him.
Jane cried out “Tom, my favourite god child, you look so grown up!” she held his face as she kissed his cheek. As a young boy he would have squirmed but now he knew the importance of this contact. She held him at arm’s length. “You smell nice,” she murmured and smiled, her eyes sparkled with genuine emotion.
He grabbed her overnight bag from her and stood aside to let her pass into the warmth and the welcome. Sarah’s voice was heard by both of them when she called “I will be right down.”
“Will you put that up in my room please?” Jane asked, nodding towards her bag. “I am in the usual I imagine. Unless of course it has been nabbed by that new girlfriend of yours” she teased with a wink.
He cleared his throat, “that didn’t quite work out, it sort of fizzled out. We split up last month.”
“I am sorry Tom. The silly girl, she will regret that. Anyway, plenty of fish in the sea, or so they say,” she said and squeezed his arm.
Tom took the bag to Jane’s regular room and placed it on the bed. He was curious to see the contents, what does she bring on an overnight he thought. The bag had two large handles and a zip, really an oversized hand bag. He had a peek inside. Nothing to see, as laid across the top was a large sponge bag. He lifted it aside, glimpsing the neatly folded jersey trousers and top, a small stark white roll of satin next to the pyjamas caught his eye. He put his free hand in and ran his fingers over the smooth surface of the knickers. For a moment, imagined Jane in them.
The sound of his mother’s feet descending the stairs brought him back to the moment. He quickly replaced the toilet bag and fastened the zip of the holdall before leaving the room to go and join them.
“You look amazing!” Jane’s voice, genuinely delighted, was loud with excitement to see her dear friend looking so vibrant.
“Thank you Janey” Sarah beamed, “you do too, but then when don’t you?!”
They kissed quickly on the lips in greeting and hugged each other tightly. Stepping back Jane shrugged out of her coat, discarding it on a nearby armchair. She reached into her large handbag bringing forth a thick bottle and handing it across to Tom as he entered the room.
“Can you do the honours?” she asked with a grin.
“Of course” he replied, taking the bottle into the kitchen to uncork, he scanned the label: Chateauneuf de Pape, his mother’s favourite. Good old Jane, he thought, she always remembers.
He filled three glasses and returned to the room, passing the glasses to the smiling women.
“Wait a second, I will get mine.” He returned in moments with his glass and they clinked glasses awkwardly.
“Let me get this” Tom said as he reached for his phone.
“Not pictures already?” Sarah protested.
“Better early on than when we are all winey smiles.”
He quickly snapped a couple catching the two old pals together again. He thought of how many pictures he had seen through the years of the two companions deciding it was right to mark the moment.
“Let me see” Jane said slightly impatient “this may need to be censored.”
She checked the picture on the phone screen and gave an approving glance. “That is grand, we don’t look too bad.”
Tom examined it again. The two strong influences in his life never seemed to age. Sarah looked well in her shapely top, beautiful hair. Better than most of the Mothers of his pals. Jane who was always smartly presented, looked great in buttoned blouse and jeans. His imagination flew to her knickers in the bag and he wondered what shape pants she wore under the jeans.
“Darling, can you take out that lasagne and place it on the side?” Sarah asked him.
Tom went through the kitchen door, he could hear chat behind as he left. He knew that his last relationship would be on the list of things discussed once he had disappeared.
Deciding to spare himself the third degree he stayed in the kitchen and busied himself laying the table. Once the cutlery was set he put a large mat in the centre, with a towel he carried the steaming dish of lasagne over and set it down. The salad bowl followed, serving utensils were placed alongside condiments to the side of it.
He re-entered the sitting room, interrupting the chatter. “Ok ladies. Dinner is served.” He gave a deep bow and gestured flamboyantly with his arm. They all laughed, Sarah leading the way into the kitchen.
Jane slipped an arms around his waist as they walked, “I’m so glad you’re here this time. It has been such a long time since we’ve spent time together.” Her fingers gently stroked his side as she spoke.
“It’s good to see you too Aunt Jane” Tom said.
Stopping for a second she looked up into his face.
“I think you could drop the Aunt, just plain Jane is fine. We are all adults after all.” Stretching onto her tip toes she placed a brief kiss on his lips and strode away to take her seat at the table.
“Oh yum, that looks superb. I am utterly ravenous!” she announced as she sat.
“Tuck in then,” came Sarah’s reply.
Tom took the remaining chair in front of Jane. Settling himself, he wondered if he was imagining things, had he seen a mischievous sparkle in Jane’s eyes. He reasoned desperation on his part .He had not been with someone for two months not one month as he had told Jane earlier. He tended to shorten the time to make himself sound less tragic.
He regarded Jane differently now, adult to adult, he speculated on her love life and how she made time in her busy life schedule.
Jane looked across at Tom and at that moment he did something to his hair, she felt a deep loving feeling rise in her. She placed down her fork and touched her necklace and allowed one finger graze the soft flesh of the top of her breasts. She let one button go on her blouse as she felt the heat of the room increase. “Any chance of a glass of water Tom please?”
“Are we going to find you a new girl Tom?” Jane said as Tom returned placing a jug of water and glasses on the table. “My office has a ton of single women all around your age.”
“He would be on the rebound. Take your time Tom, you need a few months to find yourself,” Sarah said matter of factly, “we can all do with a bit of a rest and Me time.”
“How did that girl let you go?” Jane said, her tone complimentary to Tom. “A fine catch like you.
If you are anything like your father she will regret at her leisure” Jane smiled with a look of wistful reminiscence.
“You knew Dad?” Tom quizzed.
“Jane knew your father for ten minutes, they dated before we got together,” Sarah responded for her.
“We were all in a gang, boys and girls, in and out of relationships back then” Jane clarified.
“Innocent times” said Sarah.
“Not so innocent, we all did some crazy things,” Jane added “I remember your father brought me out once on his bike up the mountains. Now there was nothing innocent there.”
“I remember that bike,” said Sarah and looked away wistfully.
“All I remember is that we enjoyed the ride,” Jane added with mischief.
“Jane, must you” Sarah said slightly disapproving.
“Oh Sarah! Tom is an adult man.” Turning herself towards him she stated. “Tom, your father, it must be said, was a wonderful lover.”
“Here we go.” Whispered Sarah to herself as she topped off all the glasses.
“I never knew this stuff Mum,” Tom said, looking towards Sarah.
“Let’s just say in the endowment department the lift went to the very top floor.” Jane smiled as she said this, expecting a reaction from the table.
There was stunned silence for a moment.
Tom broke it saying, “so, like father, like son.”
The gang broke the tension with a burst of laughter.
The conversation flowed throughout the meal, switching from topic to topic, with an ease that made time pass unnoticed.
“That was quite delicious Sarah, you always were a star of the kitchen,” Jane, effusive as ever, handed her empty plate to her friend who had stood to clear the table.
“Glad you enjoyed it,” Sarah piled the plates and cutlery together and carried them to the sink. “Coffee? Receiving affirmation from the other two, she filled the kettle and scooped ground coffee into the cafitiere. “If you want to go and relax in the sitting room, I will bring this in when it’s ready. Could you check the fire Tom, it may need another log.” Sarah spoke over her shoulder as she began to load a large tray with cups and a plate of her homemade chocolate biscuit cake.
“Of course” Tom replied as he pushed his chair back under,the table. “Lovely supper, thanks.” He stopped to kiss his mother’s cheek on his way to the sitting room.
Jane had already decamped and by the time he entered the room, she was reclined on the couch, her kicked off heels strewn on the floor.
“Ah, that’s such a relief” she stretched her legs out in front of her, wriggling her toes. Sipping the last of her wine, she watched Tom’s back as he tended the fire. Appreciating the sight. “I am looking forward to a relaxing evening. It’s such a relief to get away from office-hotel-office routines and enjoy some home cooking and good company,” Jane said with a sigh.
Tom turned and chatted about his plans. He decided not to canvass Jane tonight as the mood was not right for business talk. He sat in the chair and watched his Aunt; her raised leg and gaping blouse was there for him to see, her blouse had unbuttoned just a little and he could make out an ivory bra against tanned flesh. He stared at will as he chatted, while Jane looked at the ceiling and wall as she lay on the couch.
Tom had a particular taste for this semi-formal blouse look. He would see it on the bus in the mornings, now he could watch at will and not fear having the object of his attention cover up and stare at him like he was a pervert. Still he thought best not get caught looking. He shifted in his seat as his erection woke up, he crossed his legs as a light went on in his head that read: ‘This is your godmother control yourself.’
He was woken from his thoughts by Sarah who entered laden down and proceeded to serve. Jane swung around to let Sarah join her on the couch. Tom made to reach but thought better as he would not care to display the swelling in his trousers.
“I will let mine cool a bit,” he said and no one appreciated the double meaning.
Stretching forward to take a slice of the biscuit cake, affording him an ample view of her cleavage – accidentally or not, Tom was at this stage unsure – Jane took a steaming cup in the other had and resumed her position on the couch.
“I need to keep both hands occupied after a meal.” She gave a little laugh before biting into the chocolate. “Six months a non-smoker, but after dinner I still yearn for the satisfaction of a Marlboro.”
Her voice was slightly muffled through the crumbly succulence. “Oh Sarah, this is Devine!” she fell silent for a moment to savour the next sweet mouthful.
She listened as mother and son chatted, sipped at the hot bitter coffee, enjoying the contrasting yet complimentary flavour. She surveyed Tom over the rim of the cup. He sprawled comfortably in the armchair, his long legs stretched out in front of him, crossed at the ankles. Noticing he had no shoes on, his feet covered in thick socks. She remembered how she had had to stretch to her toes to kiss him earlier, even in her heels he towered above her. He must be about six four, she calculated. His height highlighted the leanness of his body. He would look stunning in a suit, she mused.
“What do you think Jane?” Sarah’s voice penetrated her thoughts.
“Sorry. I zoned out for a minute, this chocolate is hypnotic,” Jane smiled, casting her eyes over him briefly before turning to her host.
“You must stop complimenting me, I will get a big head.” Sarah scolded gently. “Excuse me for a few minutes, I have to pop to the bathroom.”
As she left the room, Tom stood up and poked the fire again, squatting in front of the crackling flames. Jane quickly put her cup back on the tray and stood up. As he stretched his arm out to grab a log, he felt her fingertips stroke across his shoulder. Rooted to the spot he stopped. Her fingers trailed down the length of his back. She crouched behind him. Her hands pushed under his shirt and began to stroke his belly and chest, the only movement he made was a sharp intake of breath and an involuntary twitch in his trousers. She pressed her breasts into his back as she leaned forward to kiss his neck with soft, damp lips.
Hearing toilet flush and the bathroom door open, she raised up and retook her seat on the couch and picked up her mug. Meeting his eyes with hers, she smiled.
Tom sat back and let his blood course through him, his heart was racing and the caffeine was helping. He reasoned that this was the moment he must grasp. The circumstances would never combine like this again. He smiled what must have been a goofy smile towards the women and relaxed back into his chair.
“You look like the cat who got the cream Tom,” Sarah said, crossing the room to the couch.
“I couldn’t be happier than here with you both tonight,” he replied.
“Ahhh,” the women responded in unison.
“How about a nostalgia disco? I can hook my phone up to your speakers,” Jane said as she fumbled for her phone.
With a bit of messing about they were shuffling through Jane’s favourite tracks and building a song list. Tom had come to watch as Sarah and Jane flicked through all their 70’s and 80’s favourites. Tom watched as the women, both softened by good food and wine, giggled at the memories of their youth as they oooh’d and ahhh’d through the hits of the time. He had a full view of Sarah’s scooped top and Jane’s, by now, half opened blouse. He sat on the arm of the chair as he watched losing all sense of restraint and control.
The song list was started, the phone was set to one side and Tom watched as they danced around to their favourites. With arms raised above their heads, their denim clad hips and bottoms swayed with the flow of the music.
Tom couldn’t help but chuckle as they put their cheeks together to sing along with a chorus of a classic song of their day. He silently gave thanks that they were young and wild before the days of karaoke and social media – they would have been dangerous!
A misplaced leg kick by Sarah during a rendering of an anthem resulted in a half full cup of coffee, still on the low table, overturning, spilling its contents onto the floor splashing dark stains on her white jeans.
“Damn, these are new!” she exclaimed, “sorry guys, I have to go and sort this out.”
She rushed from the room and up the stairs.
“I’ll go and get a cloth.” Tom hurried to the kitchen, returning in moments with a rung out cloth.
Jane had stacked all the cups back on the tray and took it out as he dealt with the spill. He rinsed the dripping cloth under the hot tap, as Jane put the last of the dishes in the machine, she pressed the button to start it. Tom drying his hands, watching her every move from a close proximity. As she turned from her task her face was level with his chest.
“Sarah will be up there scrubbing that trouser leg with a nail brush, she will be a while.” She drew a nail down the front of his shirt, letting a finger slip inside between the buttons. “What will we do to pass the time until she comes down?” she enquired in a sultry tone. Her finger reappeared, traveling south, finding the swelling in his trousers, trailing over the length. Staring into his eyes, “can you think of anything?” she whispered, moistening her lips with the tip of her tongue.
“Janey, you are mad?” Tom said and smiled. “I think Mum will be down in a minute.”
“Better be quick then” Jane whispered. “This is that chance you have been thinking about all evening,” she touched his lips with her finger, “I have been watching you. I know.”
Tom slowly unzipped his fly and pulled himself out, he was semi-hard and he held it for a moment.
“My god you are big!” Jane blurted, “when I stood for you twenty years ago all swaddled in the christening clothes, little did I know where you would finish.”
“I have always felt a little different, always getting sidelong glances in the changing room. A disadvantage has turned into an advantage since I matured.” As he spoke he stroked the length, the loose skin on the tip retracting and the sheer weight and girth keeping his cock dangling close to his thigh.
In her jeans and blouse she slowly crouched to the level of his belt, holding him by his hips to steady herself she kissed the front of the member. “I think this is going to provide a lot of pleasure my lucky, lucky Tom.”
She grasped the thickening shaft and filled her mouth with tip and loose foreskin making a pleasure sigh at the novelty of this sensation. She sucked lightly. Tom’s senses were whirring but he kept one sense ready for a quick reaction should Sarah return.
Leaning herself forward just enough to enable herself to accommodate more of him in her mouth, the remainder of his length she circled with one hand. Her warm mouth and closed fingers began to work in an harmonious rhythm, her free hand straying from his hip to grasp the tight cheek of his bottom pulling him closer.
His hands flew to her head, fingers burying in her soft dark curls. Sensing he was close, she increased her speed just a little. With a deep sigh he thrust his hips forward filling her mouth and throat with his fluid. Swallowing deeply, she released her hold on him, running her tongue over his tip before tucking him back in and closing his zip.
Standing up she straightened her shirt and fingered her hair back to order. Looking directly into his eyes once more, tracing the outline of her lips with a finger and thumb, ensuring they were free from any tell-tale wetness, “we will finish this later,” she whispered in his ear.
The sound of the lounge door and Sarah’s voice flowed through to the kitchen. “Thanks for sorting out the spillage,” she called.
They moved away from each other, just as Sarah joined them dressed now in lightweight pyjamas.
“Sorry about that, I hope you kept each other amused.” Sarah began to speak. Tom faced the counter top and was fiddling with the controls on the dishwasher, Jane was examining the spines of the cookbooks.
“What have you two scamps been up to?” Sarah said with arms folded across her chest, her sleeveless pyjama top showed a full bust and just the hint of nipple shape. “I leave the room for five minutes and you are looking very furtive”.
“We have been discussing business, I am giving Tom the update on life in the fast lane,” Jane replied.
“Too much business talk, let’s dance some more. Tom there is a little bubbly in the fridge, grab it and we can enjoy it together,” Sarah said as she turned back towards the music.
“I will get a little Abba going” Jane said as she followed Sarah through, “I know there has to be some.”
Tom returned with half- filled glasses of bubbles, the women ooo’d and aah’d at the sight of
crystal glasses and champagne.
“I am overdressed, let me change, freshen and I will be right back” Jane said taking a sip “you dance.”
Sarah raised one arm as her favourite song kicked in. “Quick Tom, I must have a partner for this one.”
Tom had always been a handy mover and the two spun around to Dancing Queen, both lost in the moment and the bubbles effects. Sarah jumped and wrapped both legs around Tom and he spun slowly.
“Careful Mum, no more accidents,” he held her by her bottom, she raised her hands and he continued to turn.
She wrapped her arms around his neck again and released the grip her legs had on him and slid her feet back down to the floor.
“I am perfectly fine Tom, and you are a great mover.” Her gyrating was a joy for Tom her cotton sleepwear hugging her figure. Tom thought he couldn’t have wished for a better night.
Jane opened the overnight bag on the bed, gathering her wash bag and silk jersey pyjamas she hurried into the bathroom. Switching on the shower, letting it run while she slipped out of her clothes. She stepped behind the screen and wet her body beneath the spray before rubbing shower gel over her skin and rinsing the residue off swiftly. Reaching round for a towel that hung to the side of the panel she sloughed off the beads of water before wrapping herself in the thick softness.
Standing at the sink she squeezed a blue line of toothpaste along the bristles of her toothbrush, looking up at her reflection she smiled back at herself. As she brushed she thought of the encounter in the kitchen. Thought of the firm young body. Fantasised of what was to come later.
Speedily Jane put on the flattering pyjamas, that were for all intents and purposes an elegant enough two piece to be acceptable at a summer cocktail party. Wide legged pants and a matching sleeveless button down top with a deep V neckline.
Returning toiletries and laundry to her bag she drifted down the stairs and back to the music, less than ten minutes from the time she had left. Retrieving her glass, she perched herself on the arm of the couch. Sipping the cold crisp champagne she watched mother and son dance until the track ended and they, still laughing, flopped down on the deep cushions next to her.
Sarah’s legs were draped over Tom’s long limbs she was enjoying the change of routine and the freedom of being in the company of people with whom she could be herself. Tom leaned forward and passed Sarah her glass and he took a sip of his drink.
“That is good, and is just what we needed to get this party underway,” he said admiring the bubbles as they rose.
Jane slid down the arm to the cushion and took her place on Tom’s right. Sarah was on his left. Six limbs stretched out
“A little overdressed there Tom” said Jane nodding to his jeans and their own semi covered legs.
“Come on – get them off” Jane said as she pulled at his trouser waistband.
“Get with the programme Tom,” teased Sarah who joined in and poked him in the side.
“Give me a chance.” He downed his glass and raised himself from the sofa, “I will get a top-up for us all too.”
Tom made for the fridge and retrieved the chilling bottle. He thought about a clothes change and realised he did not own sleepwear.
Returning to the room he proceeded to top up the glasses. Standing there he said, “I don’t own pyjamas.” He shrugged.
“Get them off!” came the reply in unison, both women laughing at the coincidence.
“Well, ok so” Tom said removing his jeans, his pristine white tight boxers revealed.
Jane let out a wolf whistle, wanting to convince anyone listening that this was her first glimpse of Tom.
Tom’s flaccid cock lay to the right, the obvious endowment clear. Jane was enjoying her drink and view. Tom retook his place on the sofa. Sarah replaced her legs over Tom’s.
“I think it’s nearly time for more dancing,” Jane said, “I never got a spin” she squeezed Tom’s thigh.
“Just give me a minute to catch my breath” Tom said reclining. “By the way are you identical?” He said looking at the women in turn while grinning.
“Is that a boob related question Tom?” said Sarah with a scolding tone in her voice, “are you being fresh?”
“Tom is just curious Sarah. I can’t speak for Sarah but mine are a generous D cup,” Jane said not wanting Tom to be scolded. Here, let there be no doubt” Jane slowly pulled the stretchy V neckline to reveal her breasts, tanned and full. “Happy?” Jane said kindly.
“Very nice Jane” Tom said with the confidence of the two glass of champagne drunk, he watched as the view was covered again.
“You’re worse to show him” said Sarah. “If you must know, mine are an E cup and I have feeding you to thank for the extra size.” She sipped from her glass and ruffled his hair to show all was well and no harm was done.
Tom’s cock lifted slightly in the fabric of his shorts. He thought a dance maybe just what was needed to distract his sexual energies.
“Well what is good for the goose…I am guessing a 10. What do you think Sarah?” Jane’s eyes flicked to Tom’s midriff.
Sarah nearly lost a mouthful of drink with the shock and laugh.
“It’s a long time since I washed it and things do change I guess. I am thinking an 11” Sarah said, rubbing her nose to give relief from the escaped champagne bubbles.
Tom squeezed himself through the fabric. “You are both close, it’s a 10 ½,” Tom smiled “but girth is important too.”
“Oh yes and you seem grand in that department too,” Jane said and reached to squeeze the tip, her fingers encircling his member.
“Don’t encourage him Jane. Would you two ever dance and get the party going again” Sarah sighed.
Jane stood up and holding out both hands urged Tom to join her. He did not need too much encouragement to get up close with her and was on his feet in a second.
The tune that was playing had a slower tempo than the previous ones. If Tom had thought dancing would take his mind off his arousal, he was wrong. Jane, locking her eyes on his began to sway her hips from side to side, still holding his hands she raised her arms shimmying closer until their bodies were pressed together with a mere whisper of fabric between them.
She released his hands without missing a beat of the rhythm her hips were playing, Letting her hands travel the length of his back, over his moving buttocks and find a resting place on his tight, hard thigh. His own hands mirroring the route but stopping on her bottom. He pulled her even closer, his now engorged cock pressing into her soft belly.
Jane was level with Tom’s collar bone and felt the desire to nestle and nuzzle that space but didn’t want the dance to slow to a lurch. Instead she took his hands again and pulled away and shimmied her hips in a seductive dance. Tom’s bulbous penis tip risked breaking through the confines of the band of his shorts as Jane continued to sway.
Sarah watched mesmerised by the silhouetted shape of the two, her own son’s bottom, taut in profile, his smile and look of complete relaxation and her oldest friend at ease with him. She watched as Jane moved to be behind Tom tracing one hand across his chest and side as she moved. She leaned into his back and lay her head between his shoulders facing Sarah.
As Tom and Jane both continued to dance Sarah watched as Jane reached around to hold Tom’s chest. Her hand slowly descending to his belly button. Jane peeled away the band of his shorts from his body and released him from his restraint. His cock fell to be perpendicular to his body its sheer weight and length maintaining it there. The cock was fully engorged and the foreskin almost fully retracted. Jane gathered Tom’s balls in one hand and played and squeezed gently. Tom leaned back into Jane as both bodies swayed.
Sarah was calmly entertained by these sights and betraying little emotion. She watched as Jane’s hand moved from balls to his rod. Saw Jane pull back the foreskin fully and saw the head glisten in the soft light. Just then the music selection changed and everyone seemed rocked out of their dream state. Tom looked around to Jane and turned to face her. He fixed himself in his boxers. They both smiled and speeded up their dancing rhythm.
The music and the hypnotic movements of the bodies in front of her had. for a while taken Sarah back to another time. She was not seeing Jane with Tom, in her mind it was Jane and Ed. Twenty one year’s previously, here, in this very room – the house was her family home. Jane, Sarah and Ed – Sarah’s boyfriend – had been hanging out for the evening, listening to music, talking, having a few drinks. Jane had pulled Ed up to dance to one of the songs, while Sarah lay on the couch smoking a cigarette.
She had begun to feel a little jealous as the dancing got raunchy, throwing her cigarette into the fire, she jumped to her feet and joined them. Instead of opening out they simply drew her in, each putting an arm around her, pulling her tightly towards them. A hip bone of both of them pressed into hers. As they moved with the music, wrapped together in a tight circle, Sarah felt a hand slide beneath her t-shirt, at first she assumed it was Ed’s hand but soon realized it was Jane’s. As she relaxed beneath the touch, Ed took a step back and stood watching.
The two women facing each other, still swaying to the music, looked at each other for a moment before Jane pulled Sarah’s top over her head, freeing her braless breasts, stroking her hands over the soft mounds then raising her arms above her head for her friend to do likewise to her top. They stood still in the flickering light of the fire, feeling each-others breasts.
Ed, mesmerized, stood perfectly still afraid to break the moment by moving. He gazed at the way they pulled at each- others nipples, so much firmer than he would have dared. They both made little pleasure noises that he could barely hear above the music. In a moment, the two topless women were kissing, open mouthed. They seemed to have forgotten he was there.
He grasped the moment, pulled off his shirt, moved back towards them and placed a hand on each of their backs. Simultaneously they turned their heads towards him, kissing his neck. In unison they kissed their way down his chest, hands following lips. As their fingers reached his belt buckle they stopped, looked up at him and kissed each other again, giving him a full view of their twining tongues. His buckle was opened, button and fly following suit, trousers fell to the floor and underwear eased down. Both were kicked aside.
The women knelt before him. Sarah took his erect cock in her hand stroking the length, she kissed the tip, holding the base, and she directed it towards Jane who took the length into her mouth, sucking him in, flicking her tongue teasingly over the tip then the full length of his throbbing rod.
Sarah moved her hand to his balls, holding and squeezing gently. Stopping as suddenly as they began, they stood up, taking turns to kiss him deeply on the mouth.
Moving to the couch, the girls removed their jeans and pants, threw the couch cushions onto the floor and lay on them, facing each other. Jane, began a kiss trail down her friend’s neck, between her breasts, continuing down her belly. She bent Sarah’s leg up to allow her access to her friend’s damp pussy. As she leaned forward to sweep her tongue over Sarah’s clitoris, Jane’s bottom raised giving Ed an irresistible view of her own wetness.
Joining them on the makeshift bed, he spread Jane open, licking her clit, pushing his tongue deep inside her vagina, tasting and smelling her musky juice.
Reaching her hand across, Sarah found his cock, shifting the few inches needed to lick the wet tip and suck firmly, stroking the shaft with her hand. She stopped. Throwing her head back, a deep groan came from her throat, the hand on his cock tightened, the other shooting down to rest on Jane’s head, her fingers curling into her hair as she came in flowing spasms.
Fuelled by the pleasure of her beautiful friend, Jane too began to come, gushing wetness on Ed’s face.
Once the waves subsided, they shifted positions. Ed lay on his back, Sarah kissed the dampness from his lips while Jane straddled him, lowering herself onto his stiff cock. She rocked her hips, raising and lowering herself, reaching her hand behind her to stroke his thighs. Sarah sucked on one of Jane’s nipples while Ed pulled the other. She climaxed again, her muscles tightening around Ed’s cock. His hips thrust hard beneath her, Jane knew he was close and climbed off, flopping back on the pillows, exhausted. Raising to his knees, grabbing Sarah by the hips, he positioned her, pushing his hot, wet cock deep inside with one swift move, with three thrusts of his hips he groaned and released his seed deep inside her.
“Hey mum,” Tom’s voice penetrated her thoughts, “Are you sleeping?”
Tom was sitting back on the couch next to her, patting her leg.
“Sorry Ed…I mean Tom, I was miles away there,” Sarah replied, she grabbed his hand on her leg and stroked his thumb with hers.
“You and Jane are very close tonight Tom, you seem very much at home with her,” Sarah whispered.
“It just happened, in fact it happened earlier when you were upstairs. The attraction seems mutual, if a bit strange,” Tom said, leaning his head into her shoulder.
“I knew you two were up to something when I came down, you be careful now. Jane and I go back a long way I hope you are kind to each other” Sarah said and kissed the top of his head.
“We will be, we are just exploring at the moment she is very passionate and direct. Anyway, who is this Ed character you mentioned, was it an old flame?” Tom said.
“Just an old friend from years gone by. Seeing you and Jane had brought it back to me. And Tom you are gaping!” she nodded towards his pants.
Tom looked at himself and saw his softening member had worked its way out of his pants.
“Let me look after that.” Sarah said and gently gripped his cock with her fingertips and manipulated it back through the vent in his shorts.
“You are so much like your father in that way,” she said maintaining her gentle touch and feeling it harden under her direction.
Jane returned to the room and was smiling at the doorway.
“Can’t leave a room for five minutes,” she said.
“I am just reliving old memories, it’s my party after all,” Sarah said smiling.
The look that passed between them indicated that Jane was all too aware where Sarah’s thoughts had been. Jane picked up her glass and settled herself on the other side of Tom.
Nestled between them, breathing in the comforting scent of his mother, feeling the heat of Jane’s body pressed against his side, he felt held and loved.
They all chatted happily for a long while, but much as he was enjoying himself in the company, the thought of the promise of a continuation of the earlier encounter in the kitchen was at the forefront of his mind.
Leaning towards Sarah, he placed a soft kiss on her cheek. “I think I might head up to bed.” He said as he shuffled in the seat, turning to Jane, staring intently into her eyes for a moment before kissing her cheek and raising to his feet.
Gathering his clothes he made his way to the door, opening it he turned to the women. “Goodnight,” he spoke in a low voice. Bringing his fingers to his lips he blew them a kiss and retreated up the stairs to his room.
Sarah and Jane watched Tom leave and were completely at ease with the activities of the night. They never regretted or conducted post mortems on their adventures.
“I was brought all the way back to Ed watching you two cavort,” Sarah told her friend.
“Good memories indeed, hope you didn’t mind me and Tom messing about,” Jane squeezed her friends hand as she spoke.
“He told me everything. I was somewhat relieved you two have had that experience- I think it brings us all closer,” Sarah said.
“I think there is enough to go around, don’t you?” Jane said nudging her friend.
“I think nothing is too small to share,” Sarah said thoughtfully.
And both women laughed.
Tom rolled into bed his heart on a slight flutter with the anticipation of what he hoped would transpire, he threw his clothes in a pile by the wardrobe. He was in too distracted to consider tidying them up.
He was dozing when a light knock came to the door.
“It’s only me Tom,” Sarah spoke and pushed through to the bedroom.
Tom raised himself on his elbows and watched as she approached the bed, her body silhouetted in the landing light.
“I’m sorry love, did I wake you?” she enquiries softly.
“No, I was just thinking” he replied, patting the bed, indicating to her to sit.
She sat on the edge. Reaching a hand forward, she stroked his hair.
“You left the room abruptly down there. Are you ok?”
“Oh yes” he smiled up at her, “I am perfectly fine.”
” That’s ok then, just checking on you before I go to bed myself.” Bending forward, she kissed his forehead. “Goodnight my darling boy.” She raised to her feet and began to walk to the door.
“Goodnight” he returned, as she left the room.
She opened the door of her own room and entered, closing it soundlessly behind her.
Jane wondered as she cleared her bag from the bed and pushed back the covers, if she should cross the landing and slip into Tom’s room. She removed the light pyjamas, slithering, naked into the cool, fresh sheets. She had lost her nerve. Maybe he left the room earlier out of politeness. Maybe the advances of an older woman had not been to his taste. Perhaps she had been too forthright. As she thought, she allowed her hands to wander across her breasts, over her toned belly, down her thighs, back up the insides of them. She felt the heat of her own arousal dampen the back of her hand.
She didn’t hear the door open and close. Lost in thoughts of the evening, the first she knew of anyone in the room was the sheet lifting from her body. Startled, she shot her hands away and snapped on the bedside lamp. Tom stood, naked, the corner of the sheet in his hand.
“I was waiting for you,” he whispered.
Jane returned to resting on her pillow and lay there regarding Tom’s presence, she raised her arms above her head and through her hair, she made a low satisfied sigh.
“I am thrilled you made the long trip across the landing, I wasn’t sure if I had scared you off,” Jane said and moved her right leg away from the edge of the bed and made room.
Tom bent down and kissed Jane full in the mouth, their tongues moving in perfect sync. Jane sought out his sac with her outstretched arm and cupped his balls with her fingertips and his member rose beneath her delicate touch.
Tom pulled away slightly, his senses taking in Jane’s expert touch. He leaned into the bed edge and let Jane work him into full hardness. He wanted to spend as much time experiencing her touch before he lay with her. She brought her other hand around to his cock and she gently stroked it. Tom head tilted back slightly and with eyes closed felt his arousal build.
Jane straightened her left leg as she spread wide on the bed, Tom seeing this motion took her prompting and moved on to the bed. He positioned himself there on his knees between her spread legs. She resumed her long strokes of his cock using a forehand and backhand hold that stimulated every inch of the member. He covered her hands with his own to halt her movements.
“I think it’s your turn for some attention,” he stated, smiling down at her.
She released her grip and relaxed back. Tom explored her body with his hands, stroking his fingers up her inner thighs along her groin and over the curve of her hip, one hand in unison with the other. They travelled along her waist then circled each breast, teasing her tightening nipples before continuing on upwards along her neck to her face. Holding her eyes with his for a moment, he bent his head to kiss her lips. Every nerve was on the surface in response to his touch, she returned his kiss with slightly quivering lips.
As he leaned between her legs and his kiss deepened his bulbous cock tip rested on her pubis. Feeling this she brought her knees up instinctively as though expecting an attempt at penetration. She felt a little trepidation for the discomfort she may feel because of the size of his organ and her concern at her lack of full preparedness but she pushed these thoughts away as their deep kisses of suck and tongue coupling grew in intensity.
Jane raised her hands to Tom’s back and moved to his neck, he made a low murmur of pleasure for the stimulation of that seldom touched area of his body. Again Tom held his position wanting to maximise the pleasure of her touch and unwilling to rush ahead.
Still on his knees he eventually rose to his full height and viewed the full beauty that is Jane. Her pubic hair was trimmed and her outer pussy lips seemed to purse in a welcoming kiss. He could make out the red shine of clitoris hood through the light wisps of hair. Her upper thighs were small and lightly tanned.
He grasped his cock and drew back fully the foreskin and placed the head close to her welcoming pussy lips, tracing the moist length with a gentle up and down exploration movement. Tom was feeling for her wettest point hoping to part the lips where she would receive him best. Taking a deep breath of anticipation, Jane raised her hips to meet him, the motion opening her enough to receive him fully.
With one strong thrust he entered her. A long sigh of pleasure escaped her lips as his thickness filled her. Greedy for more she raised one leg up and brought it to rest on his shoulder. He watched his cock as it entered and reappeared coated and slick with her now flowing juices, which trickled down between the cheeks of her bottom, wetting his balls as they slapped against them with each vigorous thrust.
“Jane, are you awake?” Sarah poked her head around the door.
Both faces looked quickly towards the door, bearing expressions of surprise not guilt.
“You pair, I knew it was on the cards but you got straight to it,” Sarah said and leaned against the door frame.
“Mum…I.” Tom started.
“Stop, I know everything from Jane, relax and be comfortable. Don’t lose your spot,” Sarah said as she enjoyed the sight.
Tom turned back to Jane who lifted a hand and placed it on his left breast.
“Keep it slow, you are a wonderful lover,” Jane spoke softly.
Tom resumed his rhythm, he held her raised leg and gripped her other leg at the thigh. Sarah had a full view of their coupling. Tom’s long cock pounding slowly and Jane’s red pussy lips that unfurled on every out stroke and disappeared as he buried himself deep on the return.
With mixed emotions Sarah stood transfixed. She should, she knew, turn away and leave the room, yet, she felt proud to see her son expertly providing so much pleasure to dear Jane, who voiced her appreciation with a deep moan.
Tom stopped his hip movements, staying buried in the warmth of Jane’s body. Leaning forward, cupping her breast, he took a swollen nipple in his mouth, sucking softly, causing Jane to groan deeply. She held his head in her hands, raising her hips to encourage him to resume the rhythmic pounding.
“Jesus Tom” her voice was hoarse,”Fuck me hard you gorgeous man.”
She pulled his head away from her breast, staring him in the eye for a second before kissing him with urgent passion.
Tom resumed his motion with increased speed and force. Noises filled the room; the pounding of Tom on Jane and the soft liquid sounds from her pussy. As Tom watched her breasts move on each thrust, Sarah came into his peripheral view.
Sarah had moved nearer the bed her pyjama top was opened fully, her cleavage and the inside curves of her heavy bust were visible. Tom looked towards her and watched as she squeezed her own breast taking erotic pleasure in watching the pair of lovers.
Sarah, lost in the moment of her own arousal, unaware she had been noticed, found the tightening tip of her full breast, rolling the nipple between thumb and forefinger, teasing it to full puckered erection. Pulling it outwardly, the weight of her breast resting in the palm of her hand. She bent her head and with the swiftest of movements released her finger and thumb. Directing her breast up to her lips, sucking firmly and wantonly. Her other hand disappeared downwards beneath the waistband of her loose cotton trousers.
Tom was transfixed by the sight of Sarah’s display. As she pulled her lips away from her own nipple Tom could see the raspberry coloured nipple lengthened by her sucking. He reached over to her and gently moved the cotton top over her left shoulder. Sarah shrugged it off and Tom saw for the first time as an adult his mother’s breasts. Sarah moved closer to the lovers and as she did Jane extended a hand to her. Sarah reached to her and held Jane’s hand. As Tom’s hand rested on Sarah’s shoulder the trio were joined at last.
Jane raised her shoulders off the bed, drawing Sarah’s hand towards her lips. She kissed the back of her fingers, which were still a little damp with cunt juice, the fragrance arousing her further she extended her tongue, licking along to the tip of Sarah’s forefinger, sucking the digit into her mouth. Repeating the action on her middle finger, savouring the almost forgotten flavour.
Raising her eyes to her friend’s she spoke softly; “Come up here darling, let me taste you properly.”
She lay back down on the pillow, holding her arms wide. Sarah quickly stepped out of her trousers and, following Jane’s guidance straddled either side of Jane’s chest. Sarah, now facing her son, whose cock was still nestled inside Jane. Sarah leaned forward, kissing Tom softly on the lips.
Spellbound by the unfolding scene, Tom took his mother’s face in his hands and returned the kiss with ardour, raising himself a little his cock slipped from the heated depths of Jane’s pulsing pussy.
Sarah pulled her mouth away from his and began to kiss down his chest, lingering at his navel, tracing the outline with her tongue before kissing down his belly until her face was level with his twitching cock. Opening her mouth she took him in, sucking Jane’s creamy wetness off the iron hard rod, she held is buttocks tightly as her hungry mouth paid homage to his magnificent manhood.
The wriggling and bending had put her into a perfect position for Jane, she gently parted Sarah’s arousal puffed pussy lips and located her void that she had been fingering before. Jane forced her tongue as deep as was possible just to feel the sensation of filling her friend, she then brought her tongue tip to the front of her pussy to feel the softness and wetness of her full outer lips.
Sarah moved her hips to give her friend the best access to the length of her pussy and Jane took full advantage and licked it slow and long from top to tail.
Sarah’s involuntary shiver told Jane she was hitting the right spots for her friend.
Sarah lifted her head off Tom’s cock and looked into his face saying, “you are magnificent Tom, I hope I am giving you all you desire.”
Tom held her chin in his hand “more than you can imagine,” he replied.
Tom looked down at Sarah’s face and could see her weighty breasts and cleavage, her mouth close to his spit shined cock tip and he had the sight and sound of Jane eating her out.
Sarah stroked Tom’s cock and whispered. “Do you like my breasts Tom?” Sarah cupped a breast and ran the nipple on his sensitive point just below the cock head playfully manipulating his cock to
touch all areas of her large nipple. Sarah’s grasp on her full tit caused indents and quivering breast flesh that made him buck with arousal and his cock twitch in appreciation.
“Yes, I love them” he finally replied.
She brought her other breast up to meet the first one. Holding them on the underside, she offered them up to Tom to have full view before parting them slightly, swallowing the length of his shaft between their softness, pushing them together holding him fully in place.
Sarah began to writhe and moan with orgasmic pleasure, she pushed her hips back as Jane slipped two fingers deep into her. Jane felt the muscles contract around them, the flow of liquid wetting her hand and dripping onto her face.
An unstoppable wave of arousal hit a crescendo in the room at that moment. Tom relaxed into a spasm that began deep in his sac caused by the sight of his cock between his Mothers breasts and the sound of her distracted moans of pleasure as she came in waves of delight. All this enabled Tom to let go and cum to his relief and pleasure a second time that night.
He watched as his cum sprayed his Mothers chin and wet the valley she had created with her breasts. Tom bid Sarah to slow down the motion of her breasts around his cock so he could deliver each spasm to the maximum effect and empty himself on her breasts.
Sarah’s orgasm and Tom’s orgasm seemed to bring a closing of a chapter in the evening. Sarah played with the tip of Tom’s cock, squeezing the last of his seed to the tip and removing it with her tongue, pulling the foreskin forward and tonguing the inside of the hanging tip as though no drop could be lost.
She cupped and weighed his balls with her hand “Empty now my darling?” she said with a mischievous grin that promised so much.
Jane quite coincidentally was doing the same for Sarah, she was affectionately dry kissing all points of her pussy as though returning it to its placid state letting it revive itself for later.
“Poor Jane, you need a little ‘o’ tonight,” Tom said “you seem to be doing all the work with little reward.”
“I am getting rewards” she said “I get to suck mother and son to a finish in the same night, I am not complaining.” Jane was now relaxing back on her pillow admiring her evening’s conquests.
“Tom is right, it’s your turn now.” Sarah stroked the length of Jane’s body as she spoke and wiped the residual cum that wet her neck and chest with her other hand. Jane grabbed her wrist before she could wipe it on the towel that hung on the bedpost.
“Allow me.” Jane said, looking directly at Tom as she licked the last drop of his cool liquid seed from his Mothers fingers.
Sarah dropped her head back for a moment, enjoying the sensation, before retrieving her hand, bringing it down to Jane’s breast, squeezing a nipple to full erection. Kneeling low to the side of her, Sarah bent her head and directed the tight budded nipple to her lips, sucking it in the way she had done to her own not so long before.
Tom lay on his front between Jane’s legs, opening her sopping pussy lips. He inserted two fingers with ease, her slippery hungry cunt sucking his long fingers in ravenously. As he gently but firmly rotated his fingertips on the spot that brought deep groans from her throat, he located her engorged clit with his tongue. Her hand gripping the back of his head, daring him to move away from the spot.
Jane was being rewarded for a night of pleasure she had shared and it was coming back to her in spades. Tom was careful to circle Jane’s clit with his tongue, avoiding the centre of all nerves at the tip of the clit. Keeping a light pressure to maximise her sensations. Jane’s hips lifted to force the pressure onto his mouth, greedy for a sensation. This tease went back and forth; Tom’s light touch and Jane’s hip thrusts as Jane reached for her climax that Tom wanted to delay, hoping he could blow her mind.
Sarah sucked one breast and primped the nipple on the other with her fingers, using the sort of pressure a woman understands; squeezing the nipple harder than a man would dare but staying the right side of inflicting pain. Jane’s pleasure centres were fizzing and she was riding a wave of pre-orgasm passion and her moans filled the room.
Sensing she was about to go over the edge, Tom increased the pressure of his fingers and took her clit fully between his lips, sucking firmly but gently causing her moans to change to gasps of intensity. Her hands tightened their grip on his hair, her toes curling into the sheet beneath them.
Sarah softened her mouth, knowing that at this point her friend’s nipples would be far too sensitive for sucking or tweaking. Instead she stroked and kissed the soft fullness of the heaving bosoms.
The contrasting sensations, pushed Jane to the limit of pleasure endurance and with a reverberating half scream she climaxed with a fierceness she had never experienced. Wave after wave of contractions, caused her body to shudder and fill every part of her with an electric tingle before a feeling of euphoria flooded her.
Tom, feeling the contractions subside, withdrew his fingers and planting the softest of kisses on Jane’s hyper-sensitive pussy. Bringing himself back to his knees, he gently stroked her thighs as he watched her and Sarah share a gentle soft kiss.
Sarah moved around and lay to Jane’s right, snuggling in closely to her. Turning her head towards Tom, Sarah extended an arm, indicating he join in the cuddle. He held the length of his body against Jane’s other side, draping his arm across her waist his hand pointing upwards, cupping her breast. He felt Sarah as she passed her arm over Jane’s back, her hand stroking the top of his relaxed arm.
The three lay there happy in the after- glow of a wonderful sexual evening; the air hung with perfume and sex.
They must have dozed because Tom was awoken when his mother made to leave the bed. She gently removed her arm and swung herself carefully off the bed trying not to disturb and placed her feet onto the floor. Tom seeing this extracted himself from Jane’s side and covered her with a light sheet. He bent and kissed Jane good night and left the room.
As he made for his room he passed Sarah’s door, he stopped and pushed his head through. “Fancy some company tonight Mum?” Tom said as he watched her pull on some shorts and a strappy top.
“I can’t think of anything better” Sarah replied. Tom walked to her and pulled her in to his embrace, she reached down and grabbed his sleeping cock and held it upright pressing her belly into him and let his cock rest there between them.
“I like what you did tonight, and I am hoping you can fill me up too.” Her thumb stroked the tip as she spoke and both could feel the blood return and fill up his member again. “The pleasure you brought Jane will be mine too I hope.” She said into his shoulder.
She forced his cock downwards and expertly pressed it between her own legs. With just the thin shorts between her sex and his tip, they stood for some moments. Sarah rolled her hips slowly, enjoying the tantalising friction against her still sensitive area. She lifted her face to him, accepting the deep kiss he gave, returning it with fervour. She trailed her hands down the length of his long slim back, bringing them to rest on his tight round buttocks, enjoying the feel of the smooth skin before squeezing firmly with her fingertips. Breaking away from her he stood away quickly, his cock now fully engorged, tight and rock solid again.
Sarah looked down and smiled, cupping his balls and stroking his shaft from root to tip. “Beautiful, I will take that as a compliment,” She admired, in hushed tones. “I can hardly wait to feel that inside me.”
Tom took the hand she held out to him and she led him to the bed. Sitting on the edge, still in her brief clothes, she pulled him down to join her. He placed one hand on her naked thigh, the other he slipped beneath her top.
They sat there side by side feeling each-others bodies like new lovers, Tom’s cock sat expectantly, engorged and pointing at the wall. He helped Sarah remove her top and then she stood and he removed her shorts.
Tom lay fully back on the bed his prick resting on his front and the tip reaching his belly button. Jane climbed on the bed and sat astride him. In her squat he could see the darkest point, the point he must re-enter.
She held his cock in her grasp. “Come, be inside me son, I need you in there.” She lifted his cock up and without fuss stretched his dick skin back and let the purple tipped shaft enter her.
The evening was now complete for Tom and Sarah, because even if they never came tonight, this was the start of something that would be only theirs and, it turned out, a gift from her best friend.
