Brian Laver: Mother_s new lover

The papers finally landed on her desk. Mark was retreating fast. But Jean caught sight of his face before he turned around and walked away. He looked as though he'd walked into a bathroom and found someone already in there.

Jean could have died. She had never been so embarrassed. Why did she have to do something so stupid? She wondered.

Then, suddenly, she felt totally different about the situation. And before she knew what she was doing, she found herself rushing after the office boy.

She hadn't even pulled up her pants. As she walked quickly she felt a nice breeze evaporating the juice on her cunt and thighs.

"Mark," Jean called as she spotted the boy in the hallway.

Why hadn't she thought of this before? Mark was a good-looking kid. And she'd noticed a good-sized lump in his crotch. Jean had always been a crotch-watcher.

The boy turned and stopped. Jean could see that he was still flustered from interrupting her masturbation. Now he looked so young and innocent that Jean felt like a dirty old woman. But that didn't stop her.

Jean was a normal and polite, although horny, woman. But now she felt herself changing into another sort. Like Jekyll and Hyde, she could feel herself sinking into a new personality.

By the time she caught up with Mark, she felt like a whore hustling on a street corner. She needed what this kid had, and she was going to do what ever she had to get it.

"Mark," she said sweetly. "Did you realize what was going on back there?"

"W-what do you mean?" the boy asked, flustered.

"This is what I mean," she said as she waved her odorous fingers under the boy's nose.

She almost laughed when she saw his eyebrows shoot up. Leaning close to Mark, Jean whispered into his ear with lots of hot breath.

"I was jerking off under my desk," she whispered.

She was pressing a tit into the boy's side and clinging to one of his arms.

Mark didn't say a word. And it looked like he couldn't have even if he tried. He was dumbfounded.

"But I've got a better idea," Jean said. "You've given me an idea."

Jean took the boy by the hand and led him down the hall. When she came to a door without a name or number on it, she stopped. Mark gulped loudly. He knew that this was the storeroom, a spot where people came occasionally to fuck.

"After you," Jean said with a wave of her arm.

Mark's eyebrows were doing a dance on his forehead. But he opened the door and went into the room.

After beginning to jerk off and then stopping, Jean was dying to get at this young kid.

Jean had never been in the storeroom before.

But she'd heard stories about others who had sneaked into it for fucking. She looked around at the boxes of stationery and spare desks. Yet it looked cozy enough.

Jean faced Mark who was standing there, shaking slightly.

"I was jerking off, but after seeing you I changed my mind," she said as she put her hands on his shoulders.

She took a step forward, touching the boy's, chest with the point of her big tits. Suddenly, Mark came alive. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed, her.

Jean couldn't believe the eagerness of this kid to had just been acting more like a scarecrow than a stud. She was getting a fast lesson in the horny ways of young boys.

Mark's tongue entered her mouth. A second later she felt his fingers sink into one of her tits. The bay was devouring her with every atom of his body. And Jean was handing herself over to him to do with as he liked.

He began pushing Jean to a pile of boxes while he kept his tongue writhing in her mouth and his fingers squeezing her tit. The boxes were stacked to the height of a bed, and there were enough of them for two people to stretch out on the pile. It wouldn't occur to Jean until later that there was a reason for the boxes being stacked that way. At the moment, all she could think of was the boy attacking her.

Jean fell back onto the boxes. Mark fell on top of her. In that position, the boy grabbed both of her tits, still kissing her madly.

"M-m-m-m-n-n-n-n-n," Jean hummed.

She was so glad she had gone after the boy. This was better than sitting at her desk and jerking off.

Mark suddenly lifted his face from Jean's. His fingers began fumbling at the buttons of her blouse. When he had them opened, he pulled the sides of the blouse aside, exposing her tits clad in her bra. Then the kid dug his finger under Jean's body, trying get at the bra's snap.

"Hey, take it easy," she said softly. "I'll do that."

She sat up, reached behind her, and in a second had the bra unfastened. Mark watched the white cups fall away from her tits.

Jean wasn't sure if the boy was experienced enough to appreciate how her tits hardly changed shape without support from the bra. They sagged slightly, but only enough to make them look heavy and soft.

But the boy wasn't interested in looking. Lifting the bra, he thrust his face into the softness of those shimmering tits. Jean fell back under the onslaught of Mark's sucking mouth.

No one had handled her tits like this since she had been a teenager. She'd forgotten what it was like to fuck as though the earth were about to end. But she knew she would remember after this.

Jean pressed her chin to her chest as she watched the boy devouring her tits. He was holding them and stuffing his mouth full. Then he nuzzled his face between her knockers and kissed her breastbone.

But it wasn't long before the boy was reaching under her skirt. Jean knew that a surprise was waiting for him there. Mark lifted his face from her tits when he felt her pantyhose and undies rolled down to her cunt.

"I didn't even have time to pull up my pants," Jean said. "I was afraid you'd get away."

The boy laughed with Jean. But she could act that nothing could interfere with his last. He hadn't even said a word since she ran him down.

And now Mark was grabbing Jean's cunt as eagerly as he'd gone after her tits.

"U-u-u-u-u," Jean gasped as she felt her cunt entered with a rush of fingers.

She spread her legs. The busy fingers were crawling over every inch of exposed pussy, creeping up the cave, tickling her clit, and flipping over the ridges of her inner lips.

"Ah-h-h-h-h," Jean sighed.

But she didn't want to come. One of her favorite things was to suck a cock while she was in the grip of passion.

"Wait," she said as she grabbed Mark's hand. "Pull down your pants."

Those were probably the only words that could have stopped the boy from fingering her pussy. But coming from Jean, those were magic words.

Mark hopped off the boxes and unfastened his pants. In another few seconds he had them down around his ankles. And Jean was staring at a huge, throbbing prick. The sight almost hypnotized her.

"Oh my God," she breathed as she slipped off the boxes. "What a gorgeous cock."

Mark stood there watching Jean sink to her knees in front of him. He shivered when he felt her finger tips on his shaft.

"Me you going to suck me off?" he asked in a quavering voice.

"I'm going to suck you, but I think I'll save your gism for my cunt. I love to feel a cock exploding in my cunt." Jean said.

She expected this young kid to say, "Oh boy!" or something like that. But he just shivered.

She lifted his balls in her hand, weighing them. Then she slid her fingers along his shaft until she came to the golf-ball-sized head. She pressed the taut skin of the cock-head, testing its softness.

Then she slowly brought her face to the twitching prick. Her tongue slipped out, and she licked the hot bulb.

"Huh-h-h-h," Mark gasped as he felt her soft wet tongue wipe his prick-knob.

Jean noticed that the boy's knees almost buckled. But she kept him standing as she opened her mouth wide and took his cock into it.

"M-m-m-m," Jean hummed with satisfaction.