Meryl Lee - The younger the better

"I know you. There's a good reason. Is there anything else I can do to help that's as much fun as what you asked?"

"Yes. You can speak to Pammy sometime tomorrow." Jennifer tugged impatiently at the wrist in her hand and drew Celeste back to her side. "Now stay a minute. I've got to tell you what happened tonight. Frank will keep. He's had nothing for two nights and he's climbing a wall for wanting it. But I've got to tell you about Operation Rescue Bryan."

"So, tell me."

The master bedroom was deathly still as Celeste stepped over the threshold and moved toward the king size. Frank lay motionless, dead center in the bed and stark naked out from under the sheets.

She slipped across the soft carpeting, dropping her peignoir to the floor as she neared the bed and easing over the edge carefully.

Was he awake? Watching?

The light snore went as quickly as it came and a small smile touched Celeste's lips. She had her answer.

Flattening across the satin sheet, she wormed toward the prone figure, eyes accustoming to the near darkness, able now to make out the exact detail of his body. His penis was a quiet lump dangling across the top of his thigh and she stretched to finger it tentatively.

"Uhunnnhhh…" Frank squirmed to the touch and muttered something unintelligible, endings in that cute half snore. If he was climbing a wall for wanting woman, he had a strange way of showing it!

Celeste snaked her way closer till she was able to reach a pillow and drag it carefully down Frank's side, then slide it over his middle. Again the unintelligible protest and his tormentor barely repressed the giggle.

His face shielded from seeing her next actions, Celeste palmed the flaccid penis, then propelled the shrunken organ to parted lips. Her mouth puckered, she nursed the glans first, and when he wriggled responsively, she engulfed the whole soft cluster. Warm whirlpooling flow of saliva! Stabbing impudence of tongue! Sudden stretching… thickening… stiffening and the penis straightened to steel hard.

"Yeah… hey, yeah!" Frank strained to see down his front and grabbed at the pillow blocking his view. A hand held it fiercely in place and he got the message.

Jennifer always was a little shy about being watched while she sucked. At least, thank God, she was turned on again. It had been a damned dry couple of days!

Her lips were different tonight, Frank thought, giving over to the beautiful feelings riddling his groin and dizzying his head.

"Suck me, Jenny baby, suck me sweet!"

Sweet was the word and the thirsty lips were possessive and demanding as they milked Frank for his climax. He never had known Jenny to take so much of him. She was seething suck-wild female in fellatio heat!

Her lips were both pulpy soft and flame hot on his shaft and he could feel his crown deep against the roof of her mouth. Incredible!

"Goin… gonna go!" He arched against the mattress and ejaculated into the passionate oral cave.

Then abruptly the room was very silent and Frank very still. It was a different Jennifer. She had performed fellatio differently. She normally wanted to be left alone in the aftermath of a suck-off, so Frank kept his distance, not even touching her, but intrigued by her behavior.

"Thank you, Jenny… thank you." He felt new tingling through his loins and her fingers followed the thickening of his collapsed penis. Not till he was at full ready, still motionless on his back with the pillow blocking his view, did she stir.

"Ride me, cowgirl," he whispered over the top of the pillow. "Try to break a stud! Dare you!"

Her head appeared very slowly in his line of vision and Frank gagged in stunned disbelief. Not the pixie platinum of his wife, but the tumbled dark lengths of their house guest framed the pretty face.

"Celeste? My lord… Celeste!" He hissed the name in shocked, barely audible, syllables.

"That's right, Frank… Celeste. Shall I leave?"

"God, no!"

Celeste tossed the pillow away from his waist and straddled brazenly across his thighs, inching forward and positioning herself directly over top of his swaying top-heavy phallus. "I'm going to rape you, Frank."

The tremor started at the nape of his neck and bolted directly to his spearing prick. "Lord, I hope so! If you don't, doll, guess who's going to get herself raped!"

In the den directly below, Jennifer cuddled her son's head in the warm curve of her midriff as she waited for his barely stifled sobs to slow and the violent shaking of his shoulder to stop.

"Don't you understand, Mom? I mean, I didn't really want that whole bit that much! I wanted Pammy. What am I? Some kind of weird freakout?"

"Do you feel like one?"

She started to pull the parted folds of her gown together, then thought better of it and let his cheek remain against the tautness of her ribcage flesh.

An odd thought struck her that less than fifteen years ago this young giant was in the same position, but an infant in her arms, frustrated that he couldn't get enough milk from her small breasts.

"I feel like something from outer space," muttered Bryan. "No real guy gets turned on by other girls when they're hooked on one. Like Dad with you."

"How about gals?" Jenny whispered, looking down the sheet that covered the lower half of his body and seeing the rigid pole grinding along the cotton whiteness. "Are girls freaky who get turned on to other guys. Like me, maybe?"

"Aw, hell, that's different!"

"And what's the difference?" She brushed the lock that tumbled across his eye and leaned to kiss him on the forehead. "Are you telling me that men are so much more noble and loyal than women and have to save themselves for one only?"

"I don't know. I just feel like hell! Not for what I let myself get set up for, but damn it! I really like Pammy. I mean a whole lot. You know, I think her mother really set me up to make Pammy hate me. Pammy sure thinks there's something weird about me. I saw her look just before she ran out of the place."

Jennifer cupped Bryan's head close to her body and felt the strange headiness of daring. It was a time of shock and her boy was in shock. One way out – maybe the only way out – was a greater shock.

"So, it'll be our secret," whispered Jennifer. "I'll keep it and I'll bet you anything Pammy won't whisper a word and will see things differently in a day or maybe less."

Privately Jennifer knew how and who was going to make that happen. "But since you've got a secret, can I share one with my very best friend?"

Bryan stirred uncomfortably and strained to look up into his mother's face. "Your very best friend? I don't get it. Celeste is your best friend. Everyone knows that. Has been ever since ancient history."

"I'm not that old, Bryan Quinby!"

Jennifer clutched her arms tightly around the muscled torso and urged her pelvis gently forward. Not brazenly, just a barely perceptible thrust which Bryan felt. "I have her for best friend, but I have my own secret very best friend. And I'm scared to death to tell you."

"Please! I promise. I'd never tell a living soul."

"You'd hold it against me though and think lots less of me, if I told."

"No way. Wow… hey, I'm beggin'. Tell me."

"I have to show you."

Distantly Jennifer heard the slight motion of the box springs of the king size bed in the master bedroom. Celeste and Frank were making it and if Bryan's attention wandered at all, he could hear and wonder.

"Show me then."

The gown slipped easily from her shoulders and she crouched across his middle as she dragged the protective cover of the sheet away and bared his body. His gasp was sharp and urgent as her fist grabbed his prick.

"This is my very best friend!" She hissed the confession. "I know who it belongs to and that's maybe why I love it so. It's hooked to a wonderful male animal and he happens to be flesh of my flesh and bone of my bone and that's all. After that, he's a happy plaything attached to your front, Bryan Quinby, to give you a ball for all of your life. So, why so uptight about your betrayals or exhibitionism or liking it when you come. Even guilty feelings are better than no feelings."