So Wrong

The feeling wouldn't go away — and neither would the flashes of fantasy in her head.

Jennifer shut the car off and headed for the back door of the house. She was certain that every bit of what she was imagining was written plain as day on her blushing face. Thankfully, her son's truck and motorcycle were both absent, so he wasn't home to see her in such a state.

The new intern at work was fresh out of college, handsome, fit, and his voice alone gave her shivers and made her pussy ache. Running into him in the copy room a few minutes before the end of day had proved to be a trial. He engaged her with a little mild flirting, and it had an effect, to say the least.

Safely inside the house, she dropped her purse on top of the kitchen bar. She sighed as she sat down in a chair at the table and kicked off her heels. She really needed to take care of herself, but she had no idea when Josh would be home.

She reached up and ran the tip of her finger over her stiff left nipple through her top. They had more or less been that way since Michael had walked into the copy room. What's more, he'd noticed, and she'd noticed him noticing.

The touch and the memory set off a spike of arousal that caused her to whimper and cup a hand between her legs. She shuddered and then muttered under her breath, "What a day I picked to go braless."

The slightest hint of movement in her peripheral vision caused Jennifer to glance that way. Her eyes widened and she gasped. Her son's friend Jamie was standing in the hallway watching her with a lusty smile.

Jennifer quickly snatched her hand from between her legs and covered her breasts with her arms. Her face instantly felt as if it was on fire.

"Sorry," Jamie said. His smile said something far different from his words.

Jennifer put her hands down on the table when some part of her brain alerted her that covering herself that way was nearly as shameful as why she'd done it in the first place.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, and her face somehow got even hotter when she heard the titter in her voice.

Jamie answered, "We were playing Counter Strike when Darnell called and said his car broke down in Springfield. Josh went to give him a ride back home. You just missed him. I was still in the match, so I got the W, and then I was going to head home."

Her thoughts a jumbled, embarrassed mess, Jennifer desperately searched for something to say in preparation to flee. Then suddenly, her racing thoughts all evaporated as she watched Jamie reach down to adjust the considerable bulge in his shorts.

She had no idea how long she'd been staring at his crotch with her mouth hanging open in shock before she realized what she was doing. She snapped her gaze to Jamie's face to see his expression was even hungrier than before.

The delicious young man walked toward the table where she was sitting — causing her heart to beat rapidly.

He said, "Josh is going to be gone at least an hour. Anything I can do for you?"

Jennifer heard herself say, "W-what do you mean?"

He answered, "Oh, maybe crawl under the table and lick your pussy until you scream?"

Jennifer gasped and covered her mouth with her hand. She knew full well that Jamie was a man-whore. He didn't try to hide it whatsoever. He frequently flirted with her — irritating her son. Still, she couldn't believe he was so brazenly propositioning her.

"I... You... That..." she stammered while trying to rebuke him, but the words kept catching in her throat. His hand was between his legs again, and it was all she could do to keep from looking down directly at what he was doing.

"Yeah?" Jamie asked while sliding out a chair. The legs made a chattering creak as they slid across the floor — well back from the table.

She quickly shook her head, unable to form the word.

"You sure?" he asked while crouching down.

"Don't," she said in a small voice. It didn't sound convincing to her at all.

He apparently felt the same, because he slid under the table.

All the appropriate responses to that flooded her head.

Stop!

Get out!

Don't touch me!

Not a single one of them passed her lips, though.

Before she knew it, she could feel his hands on her calves. Her heart raced. Her breathing quickened. His hands slid higher, curling around to the inside of her legs. In a last fit of propriety and common sense, she reached under the table and stopped his hands at her knees.

"You know you want this," his sensual voice said from beneath the table. There was a hint of a growl when he added, "God, I fucking want it."

Jennifer whimpered and shivered as a chill raced all through her. Her warding hands weakened, and almost instantly, Jamie's continued their upward journey, reaching her thighs.

That's when her inhibitions drifted away like wisps of smoke.

Her hands moved from her knees to the buttons at the back of her skirt. She quivered again when he growled, "Oh fuck yeah."

He was tugging at her skirt before she even managed to deal with both of the buttons. As soon as it was loose enough, he insistently pulled on her skirt. Jennifer lifted her butt to allow him to slide the garment down. In no time, it slithered over her feet.

He wasted no time hooking his fingers under the waistband of her panties. She could feel his hot breath on her legs as he yanked them down. As soon as he dispensed with her panties, she planted her feet and pushed her chair back. She looked down at the gorgeous young man in the shadows beneath the table to see his eyes fixed on her bare-shaven pussy.

Jennifer lifted her feet and put them on the table, spreading herself out in invitation.

He accepted.

A yelp escaped her as his slippery tongue pressed against her clit. Her hands snapped to the back of his head as his tongue explored her. For a few moments, all she could do was whimper and gasp from the sudden blissful relief from the fog of arousal she'd been in for more than an hour.

Once the initial shock of pleasure waned, she looked down at her son's friend between her legs. "God, this is so wrong. So wrong. But it feels so fucking good."

Jamie responded by sucking her clit hard and growling around it.

Jennifer wailed and her nails dug into his scalp, but he was undeterred. He sucked her pleasure button and rolled it with his tongue. He cut his eyes up at her and they were filled with devilish delight.

"God yes. Lick my pussy, you dirty boy," she said, giving in and matching his debauchery.

He certainly did. Anything he lacked in practice, he more than made up for with enthusiasm and just pure, unbridled sexiness. Jennifer writhed, moaned, whimpered, and gasped as he ate her pussy and hungrily growled into her folds. Squeezing her tits through her top wasn't enough, so she tore at the buttons until she could reach the exposed globes.

With him between her legs, it finally made sense how he always seemed to have a girl when they all surely knew none of them were going to pin him down. Between the fervor with which he was going down on her and how big his cock seemed to be, they simply couldn't resist trying. Word about that had likely gotten around just as far and wide.

A warm tickle started in the shaft of her clit, and soon transformed into a hot itch. She was climbing her mountain fast.

"Don't stop. God, yes. Lick my pussy. Make me come," she pleaded.

A weepy whimper escaped her when he let her clit go, but in only a fraction of a second, he pulled her hood back with his thumb and flicked her button with the tip of his tongue.

Jennifer screeched and lurched from the sudden assault on her naked clit. He was relentless, and the world around her seemed to narrow down to the young man between her thighs. Her own cries seemed muffled in her ears. Higher and higher she climbed until she was at last teetering on the precipice of climax.

She shrieked loud and long as the beautiful agony exploded into orgasm.

Fingers digging into his scalp and thighs clamped tight around him, she thrashed in the chair. She had the faintest notion that his strong hands were beneath her butt, helping to hold her up as her throes threatened to hurl her from the chair.

All the while, his tongue washed over her throbbing clit.

As the pangs of her climax ebbed, his still-flickering tongue was too much. She pushed on his head as she haltingly tried to scoot her butt back into the chair. He resisted at first, and the powerful aftershocks it set off lent her strength — and desperation. A fistful of his hair finally caused him to relent.

Her seat conspired against her, sliding with sharp, squeaky creaks every time she pushed against the table with her feet. Jamie supported her with one strong arm, and gripped a chair leg. Between the two of them, she managed to get her butt into the chair, though she felt as if her limbs were made of jelly from the effort afterward. She let her eyes drift closed and her head loll back as she jerked and whimpered from the lingering effects of her orgasm.

She was far from recovered when Jamie brushed against her while climbing out from under the table. His hand cupped her cheek, and she opened her eyes in time to see him leaning in for a kiss.

The kiss was passionate and undeniably hungry. The taste of her pussy on his lips made her whimper and tremble — reminding her of how it got there. Her toes that were still on the table curled. A cold, electric tingle shot through her from her sex as it lubricated with a fresh rush of wetness.

Her hand — as if it had a mind of its own — reached out and found his cock. She gasped as her fingers squeezed him through his shorts. The girth and the surprising hardness of it burned through any hesitation she might have felt from her recent climax.

Jamie pulled away from the kiss and groaned as she explored the length of his erection with her fingers. She moaned, bit her bottom lip, and lowered her feet to the floor. He grinned as she pushed her chair back and rose. That grin only widened when she bent over the table, presenting her ass to him.

As she looked over her shoulder, she saw his wide, excited eyes narrow, and his smile faded. There was frustration evident in his voice when he said, "I don't have a condom."

"I can't get pregnant," she said in a rush. "Fuck me."

His eyes opened even wider in surprised delight at that revelation. She'd barely finished speaking before he dropped his shorts in a quick push. She whimpered at the sight of his big cock bouncing in anticipation.

He didn't even bother taking off his shoes or shirt. As soon as he kicked his shorts off his feet, he grabbed her hips. A moment later, she gasped as the bulbous head pushed against her folds. He wiggled it a couple of times to get it slick, and then pushed.

They both groaned as his almost alarmingly hard young cock sank into her warm, wet embrace. Jennifer's fingers curled into claws on the edge of the table as he hit bottom. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been so full.

His balls barely tapped against her before he pulled back to thrust again.

"Oh! Fuck! Oh!" she cried as that young cock stretched her out over and over again.

"God, that pussy feels good," he growled as his hips worked.

Jennifer responded in sharp, stuttering whimpers, "S-so big! S-so f-fucking hard! Jesus!"

Remarkably, she grew accustomed to the massive invader after a few thrusts. Once she no longer felt as if she was going to split in half, she braced herself on one bent arm and put the fingers of the other hand to work on her clit.

"Oh, fuck yeah," Jamie said as his left hand moved from her hip and curled under her body. He squeezed and fondled her breast as he continued to thrust at a quick, but steady pace.

"God yes! Fuck me!" she cried as his wonderful cock and her flashing fingers lit the fires inside her again.

She yelped when his hips collided with her ass with a loud smack.

Jamie grunted with effort as he pounded his cock home again and again. He released her breast to dig his fingers into her hips once more, letting him add even more power to every stroke. Jennifer's cries echoed back from the walls amidst the loud claps of skin-on-skin.

As before, the tight, hot knot of orgasmic energy swelled within her. She was beginning to lose control of her rapidly moving fingers as she neared the edge. Jamie suddenly buried his cock with a loud grunt and left it in her depths.

"Fuck!" he growled, and then breathed hard and fast through his teeth.

"No! Don't stop!" she begged.

"Too close. About to—"

She cut him off, "Just fucking do it! Come in my pussy! Fill me up! Do it now!"

Jamie let out a loud cry as he pulled back to thrust again. What little cooling she'd felt vanished the instant his hard young cock filled her full again. He grunted and growled like an animal as he rocked her body, making her breasts swing and jolt erratically. Jennifer yelped from his thrusts as she soared toward the brink again.

"Gonna come!" he suddenly cried just before she tumbled over the edge, and then let out a deep, loud, explosive sound as he slammed his cock home.

Jennifer felt him swell and pulse as he ejaculated balls-deep inside her. As if his cream coating her tightly clenched walls was the trigger, her orgasm claimed her with a ferocity that overwhelmed her senses.

Her screams and his grunts were an indecipherable cacophony echoing hollowly in her ears as climax mercilessly ripped through her. His spastic thrusts and the hot cream filling her pushed her to even greater heights. Darkness crept in at the edge of her vision as her orgasm refused to let her go. On and on it went until she was barely conscious at all.

The world crashed back in on her suddenly. The cool table felt oh-so-wonderful against her cheek and her breasts squished against it. She was wheezing for breath, and could hear Jamie doing the same from somewhere behind her. The table was doing almost all the work of keeping her upright, because her quivering legs had no strength.

Somewhere amidst the heavy breathing, a sound intruded. Her addled brain struggled to make sense of it at first. After a few seconds she realized it was the sound of his cum dripping from her well-fucked pussy onto the linoleum floor.

The pattering of his semen on the floor grew more frequent as she caught her breath, and she could feel it slithering down her legs as well. It was pure bliss at first, but eventually, the thought that she was dripping cum onto the kitchen floor turned her thoughts to the roll of paper towels sitting just out of reach.

They both jumped at the same time upon hearing a motorcycle engine in the distance.

"Oh fuck," Jamie said as he shot up out of the chair — any post-come lethargy burned away by the sound of his friend returning. He bent down and grabbed his shorts from where he'd abandoned them.

Jennifer snatched up the paper towel roll, and with clarity born of fear, said, "Bathroom. Lock the door and clean up."

He nodded and hurried that way, his limp cock swinging with his quick steps.

Jennifer quickly wiped up the cum running down her legs, clamped the wad of paper towels between her thighs, and tore off several more sheets. With the sound of the motorcycle growing louder by the moment, she wiped up the cum from the floor as best she could.

With her son pulling up at the house, she quickly grabbed her abandoned clothing in one hand, held the soiled paper towels between her legs with the other, and skittered off to her bedroom.

She heard the front door open the same moment hers closed.

Leaning against the doorway — her face so hot she thought her hair might catch fire — she heard Josh walking through the house. It didn't sound as if he paused or noticed anything amiss.

After a few seconds, she heard her son say, "I thought you were heading home?"

Jamie answered, "Finished the match and got the W, then your mom came home, so we hung out for a while."

"Dude, I swear, if you were hitting on my mom..."

Jamie laughed.

"Asshole," Josh said.

"What's up with Darnell's car?"

Josh answered, "Dead battery. His dad's taking him back to swap it out. I'm fucking starving right now. You?"

Jennifer thought she was going to drop dead of shame when Jamie answered, "Well, your mom gave me something to eat, but I could go for some Taco Bell."

"Cool. Let's go."

"Back to my house to get my car. I'm not riding bitch on your bike like Darnell."

Josh burst out into laughter. "You should have heard his dad giving him shit about that when we pulled up."

The laughter continued, moving through the house, until Jennifer heard the door open, then close. She breathed a sigh of relief and let her head thump into the door.

That had been far too close.

Despite the scare, the reason for it caused her to shiver. The afterglow of her orgasm reasserted itself. It had been a long time since she'd been fucked so well and come so hard. The taboo of fucking her son's friend like a teenager in the kitchen made it all the more deliciously naughty.

She reveled in the feeling for a few moments, and then the clammy towels between her legs intruded.

Reluctantly, she got in the shower. The amount of cum still dribbling out of her pussy into the tub surprised her. She'd told him to fill her up, and he'd done that in spades.

Once washed up and dressed, she gave the floor, chair, and table all a thorough cleaning. With every bit of evidence erased, she finally relaxed. While contemplating what was in the refrigerator for dinner, her thoughts wandered to what had set the whole wonderful, sordid encounter off.

Even considering going to the bar the interns and newer employees frequented, looking for an opportunity to catch Michael alone was so wrong...

... And absolutely on the agenda for tomorrow after work.

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Hope you enjoyed this naughty little romp! Many thanks to Steve for proofing this one. Please do take a moment to vote, as the feedback is what keeps me coming back for more. One vote per reader. No stuffing the ballot box.