Water splashed in the bathroom. Mrs. Moore’s moans echoed off the tile. Waves of water slammed against the walls of the tub, splashing to the tile floor.
As a witness to the scene, there would be no discerning that this was her first time pleasuring herself. She was just a woman in her bathtub following where her arousal led her. One hand cupped a large breast, pinching her nipple, the other lay at the apex of her mature pussy, four fingers coated in her thick juices moved confidently over her clit as she let the images play in her mind. Her moans grew louder and louder.
Maybe it was better this way — to get it out of her system before they met. She could have a clear head again. She could think. God, she wanted to know what Mike was up to! The thought of finding out made her body feel so hot. She lifted her breast to her mouth and took her thick nipple into her teeth, muffling her moans with her tit. Brandon stiffened Mrs. Moore’s tiny tongue and licked her nipple, knowing that no one remembers an event, they remember the memory they create; the story they tell themselves. She knew dwelling on what had taken place this afternoon was madness, but it was getting her so close. She knew the feeling now; the feeling of everything building to a breaking point, becoming too much until finally. . .
“Mmm!”
Mike had been a good teacher.
She let the afternoon play in her mind, adding details along the way; the afternoon from Mike’s eyes, what Chad must have seen from the bushes, what Mrs. Moore’s perfect ass must have looked like slamming into Mike; being flung around the daybed, her hair in her face, her body manhandled and entered in multiple positions; the feeling of cum coating her tits and filling her pussy; and the phantom feeling his cock had left inside of her. She affirmed each sensation, making memories, allowing them to sublimate into one story in her mind.
The time I fucked Mike by the pool.
*Was this a good memory to make? *
She knew she should stop and consider this question and give it a thoughtful answer. Instead, she committed her fingertips to the tight figure-eight pattern they were weaving over her eager clit, failing to foresee any danger in letting her approaching orgasm answer the question for her.
When she came, it hit like a cataclysm. She froze and held on. Her body erupted and she followed her climax where it led. It was her strongest yet. The convulsions came, wave after wave, making a minute feel like an eternity. Her moans echoed from the tiles into the depths of her mind.
She lay back in the bath, holding on, lost in the afterglow, shaking sporadically as Brandon returned within her. Weak, he spoke in the faintest of whispers. She could tell it was him, even though his voice now sounded like hers.
This body. . . it’s exquisite.
Her hands were shaking. She mustered her strength and reached for the frilly, pink bath sponge laying on the side of the tub. Fetching the bath wash bottle beside her, she squirted its pearly white contents into the material. It reminded her of Mike’s come and she found it fitting she would be using it to wash him from her chest. Breathing in the sweet floral fragrance, she scrunched the loofah in her hands, working up a generous lather before sliding it in one stroke from left to right over the top of her chest. Soapy water coursed down the slope of her tits and dripped from her nipples into the water below.
She bathed herself, savoring every inch of her luscious body. When she was done, she leaned back and smiled, hugging her breasts to her in her arms. She wrapped her toes around the chain leading to the stopper, pulled it from the drain and lay for a moment, feeling reborn, savoring the feeling of water conceding her body to the air.
Excerpt taken from I Am Jake's Mom: Total Possession by B.L. Quick The second book in the I Am Jake's Mom Saga (Smashwords | Amazon)