A Christmas Carol... free porn video

(((((Re-written)))))
It was the Christmas after my visit (related in Hotel Antics) to Jason’s fraternity that he came to stay with me at my Charleston hotel for the holidays. Jason's biological mother had moved on after divorcing his dad and had another husband, chi*dren and life four states away. Except for the occasional call and a card on his birthday she pretty much ignored that she had a son in South Carolina. With his dad and both sets of grandparents dead, so far as anyone knew it was just a case of my former step-son having nowhere else to go for the holidays.
If anyone had overheard our conversation over the phone while Jason drove closer to Charleston though, they'd have been in for a shock. Until the battery in his cell phone died, Jason had entertained himself while driving by relating his latest female conquests in quite some detail while I related some of my sexcapades. Both of us were horny and counting down the miles until he'd reach Charleston.
Jason was 20 and had just finished the Fall term of his sophomore year at college. I had reached the old, old age of 24 and at odd moments Jason loved to tease me, as well as anyone whose face he wanted to watch go slack in shock, by calling me ‘Mom’ in public. Every semester I visited Jason’s fraternity to ‘inspect’ the house and both Jason and I loved the new pledges reactions as they got their first look at Jason's, Mom. The woman the older frat boys had voted, ‘our favorite MILF.’ I thought that was fine when Jason told me so I always tried to dress nicely but with a hint of Sexy Librarian when I visited. But I didn’t visit for a boost to my ego nor for Jason’s kicks-and-grins. I really did inspect the frat house. Ignoring frat boys grabbing towels to cover up and various measures of undress, I went into every common area, hallway and bathroom with only a quickly shouted, ‘Woman coming through!’ as warning. Mold in showers, dirt in corners, torn carpeting, a microwave oven in the kitchen that was beyond filthy, etc... All were noted by me and jotted down by the frat president who followed like a puppy dog. All were expected to be cleaned or repaired before my next visit.
The fact that Jason and I had been lovers for over three years did nothing to change the fact that I was his former step-mother and, at times, Mom. At three years and counting, Jason was easily the lover I’d had for the longest time. I had a lot of time and effort invested in that young man. Not only had I trained him into becoming a first class lover but I was determined that he become, when the time came, a far better husband and dad than his father had been. Hence, it was for other reasons than wanting Jason’s huge cock that I continued to visit Jason and Jason continued to visit me.
When Jason finally called from the lobby, I had to go down to the front desk to vouch for him so he could have a card key to my penthouse suite. Helping by carrying a small suitcase, while we were in the lobby, elevator and hallway we were proper step-mom and step-son. Once in the penthouse suite with the door closed, the charade was over and suitcases were tossed aside as Jason swept me up and ran for my bedroom, bouncing me on his shoulder.
Telling me how much he'd missed me, Jason had me crushed to him by the side of the bed, grabbing my ass through my skirt and grinning when he didn't feel the panties I hadn't bothered wearing. Which was good because Jason merely dropped his pants down as far as his knees before pushing me back onto the side of the bed. Jason stood between my spread legs, gripped my hips tight and pulled my ass to the edge of the bed as he knelt slightly to align his cock with my pussy.
Jason had no reason to make our sex last. We had many days and nights ahead of us for making love. This, our first time together in weeks, was all about hard, pounding fucking as I reached to grasp his cock and run the large, purple head through my slit to wet his tip between my lips before placing it to my pussy hole. Jason certainly didn't need my added encouragement of, 'Oh, God! Oh, fuck... Fuck me, Jason!', to do just that. I couldn't stop a yelp of discomfort as Jason thrust hard, making my pussy stretch too far with his length before pulling back to draw pussy juice from deeper inside my cunt to lubricate his next thrust. I was wet from anticipation and in just a few strokes his entire 9+ inch length was wet with my pussy juice as more of my grool was forced from my cunt to run down my ass crack by the thick cock invading me.

With Jason’s cock stretching my cunt deliciously and sliding easily inside me now, I laid back with my eyes closed and surrendered my body to what I knew would be a vigorous fucking. Standing between my legs, Jason held my forearms and pulled me to meet his powerful thrusts. That first feeling deep inside me as his cock filled and stretched my cunt... How his crashing into my pussy lips felt on my clit... Oh, fuck me! I enjoyed every pussy pounding thrust.
Jason certainly seemed to enjoy everything my tall, lean body had to offer just as much as I enjoyed every thick inch of his cock. Alternating between leaning over to kiss me or sucking on my hard nipples until they felt like they would burst. Raising up to put strong hands on either my tits or hips. Using his grip to either crush my tits in his strong fingers or to pull me back to meet his powerful thrusts. Jason’s groans of exertion, my cries of enjoyment and the rapid, meaty pok-pok-pok-pok sound of his hard groin crashing into my soft, wet pussy lips were the only sounds in the room for several minutes. I thoroughly enjoyed the hard pounding of my pussy until, with grunts and several more slower but still hard thrusts, Jason came deep inside me.
Leaning over me on locked arms, I didn’t mind the sweat that dripped onto me as Jason strained to catch his breath as I felt his cock contract and expand several more times to spill his last bit of cum in me. God, how I’d missed his big cock!
My skirt was bunched up under me and it was a grool soaked mess from my pussy juice. Jason had stretched my pussy hole and when he pulled out, his cum and more of my grool spilled from the gape to rolled down my ass crack and pool on the fabric. After Jason crawled onto the bed to collapse, I put the fingers of one hand under my hole and sat up. Even more of our mixed cum oozed from my hole, down my fingers and collected in the palm of my hand. After a short time, I raised my hand and enjoyed both the taste of our cum and the look on Jason's face as I licked my hand clean. Next I got up to take off my skirt to put it in the bathroom sink. Filling the sink with water, I left it to soak so it wouldn't stain.
Standing in the door of the bathroom where Jason could watch, I stripped off my blouse and bra. I returned to the bed and took off Jason's shoes, socks, underwear and pants. I didn't bother with his shirt because what I wanted was now in clear sight. Spreading Jason's legs, I stretched out between them and began playing with his limp cock. I love playing with soft, limp cocks. Especially, like now, when I could smell and taste the sex I’d so recently had. Trying to suck them back to life while rolling them around in my mouth with my tongue… Licking and flicking the tip of my tongue up and down the soft flesh. Jason fluffed up a pillow under his head so he could relax and watch me play. I gathered my long, blonde hair to one side so he'd have a good view as we talked in between my sucking and licking.

I took my time between Jason's outstretched legs. Making certain I’d licked and sucked every drop of our combined cum from his cock while inhaling the smell of our sex. I rarely turned down my chances to play with his cock or to try and throat what was the largest cock I’d ever fucked. Years of practice were paying off as I’d learned how to control my gag reflex and in certain positions could throat his entire shaft deep.
After years of fucking, I knew Jason would be ready for more sex soon. It only took about ten minutes of rolling his limp cock around my mouth before it began to thicken and grow harder. Playing, I wrapped my hair around his growing length and used it's silky touch to slide my hand up and down the shaft. As his cock grew I began trying to take as much in my mouth as I could.

Trying to deep throat Jason's long, thick cock is always a challenge I rarely try to resist. Lying between his legs, kneeling between his legs, then kneeling to his side as I kept trying different positions until, aligning my mouth and neck ‘just so’ in a straight line as sword swallowers do while controlling my gag reflex, I took him to the back of my mouth and beyond. The wet sounds of his cock sliding between my lips and Jason's occasional deep gasps and commands for me to suck him, 'Like that, yes, like that...', had sounded loud in the room. Jason’s groan when I finally throated him was louder. His bush was matted with my saliva before Jason couldn't stop himself from grabbing a handful of my long hair to hold my head still as he began to mouth fuck me.
I could throat Jason’s cock but not when he wanted to mouth fuck me. I quickly withdrew far enough to put one hand around the base of Jason's cock so he couldn't force too much cock deeply enough to gag me while I cupped and played with his balls with my other hand. My long blow job and throating of his cock had excited Jason and he didn't last long before powerful streams of cum hit the back of my mouth. Slightly bitter and metallic tasting cum coated my tongue. I clamped my lips hard around the slippery flesh and followed his cock with my mouth as his thrusts became weaker until, with a sigh of completion, he relaxed.

I kept my lips firmly around Jason’s cock as I pulled back until I was sucking on just the tip as my hand moved on the hard shaft to milk the last drops of cum from his cock. Raising up, I skimmed my long hair back and let Jason see how much thick, white cum he'd filled my mouth with before swallowing. I lowered my head back down and continued to lick Jason’s cock as he exhaled a long, deep breath.
Jason had long ago gotten over his phobia of kissing me after I’d taken a load of cum in my mouth. We’d enjoyed many, many cum swapping kisses. Whether his cum or another man’s cum he’d sucked from my pussy made no difference to him now. Despite knowing that my mouth was still cummy, without hesitation he pulled me up to lie on his chest as we kissed. We continued to kiss as he wrapped his arms around me to hold me tight enough to crush my tits against his chest.
While we kissed, Jason was telling me how hard he was going to fuck my pussy once he was erect again. Pulling away to trail kisses down to his ear I whispered that he wasn't going to fuck my pussy.
’Why not,’ Jason asked surprised and then nodded. He knew my appetite for food was almost as great as my appetite for sex. ‘If you're hungry we can order room service and eat first.’
’The only thing I'm hungry for is a big cock,’ I whispered in his ear. Nibbling on his earlobe I continued, ‘You're not going to fuck my pussy because I want you to fuck my ass. I knew what time you were going to arrive so I had plenty of time to get ready for a good ass reaming.’
Ass fucking didn't really do anything for me personally but Jason enjoyed it immensely. We didn't do it very often because it's not something I do on the spur of the moment and most of the time we didn't want to interrupt our sex long enough for me to use the enema bag to wash out the ole poop tube.
(Oh, come on! You didn't really think that porn stars just walked onto a set, agreed to get ass fucked and simply jumped into bed did ya? Believe me, from experience I can tell you that a good enema or two can save you from a real shitty mess. Pun intended... LOL)
Knowing when Jason was arriving, thirty minutes before I estimated his walking into the hotel I'd used the bag to give me two good, cleansing enemas. I told Jason that and reached between our bodies to wrap my fingers around his limp cock and gave it a tug, whispering in his ear, ‘There's lubricant on the table by the bed and my ass is ready. It's been a couple of months since we've seen each other and with the good grades you got this semester, I thought you deserved to hit the trifecta by coming in my pussy, mouth and ass.’
Since becoming Jason's step-mom and lover I've used sex as a reward for good grades. Since Jason has been on the Honor Roll since, in high school and college, I think my method of teaching good study habits has been a success. I gave his dick another tug and breathed into his ear, ‘All I'm waiting for is a hard cock. Or do I have to go to the bar downstairs and bring another cock up here that is hard?’
Jason held me tight while rolling us over, pinning me to the bed beneath him and kissing me harder. ‘Your ass is mine and you're not going anywhere until I get that ass,’ he growled, reaching down to grasp one of my ass cheeks.
I’d kept my hand on his dick even as Jason turned us until I was under him. Already I could feel his cock growing thicker and harder as Jason sucked on my tits in between kisses. I continued to stroke the hardening shaft as it lengthened and grew thicker as Jason became excited at this rare opportunity of me offering him my ass without his asking.
As Jason thought more of that prospect, it wasn't long before I was on my hands and knees as Jason wet his cock in my pussy while using one, two and then three lubricant covered fingers to lube and stretch my asshole. Even trying to relax as much as possible and with my ass stretched and lubricated, it took a hard push to drive the large head of Jason’s cock past my tight anus. Afterwards, I just grabbed handfuls of bed sheets and tried to soften my cries as inch after inch of hard cock slid up where things usually slid down...

Jason continued to slowly stroke in-and-out as almost ten inches of thick cock moved ever deeper. His cock is as thick around the base as my wrist and I was soon regretting my offer of my ass, unconsci0usly trying to move forward away and off his cock as I felt my ass stretching uncomfortably wide to accommodate that monster. Jason moved with me and followed me forward until I was stomach down on the bed with Jason lying atop me, pinning me to the bed with his weight even as his cock pushed ever deeper.

At 5'10" there's a lot of me length-ways but at 34-23-35 my ass cheeks are tight and didn’t offer much cushion for the pushin'. Jason was able to go deep. I was gasping and crying out for him to go slower… To use more lubricant… To give my asshole time to stretch... He ignored my pleas and I was so relieved when his pubis touched and then began grinding against my ass cheeks, thrusting with short, hard jabs of his hips to get all of his cock inside my ass.
Jason did still once he was balls deep in my ass to give me a little time to stretch and soon the hurt in my abused ass almost disappeared to be replaced with the uncomfortable feeling that I needed to shit. That feeling left me as Jason put a hand on my neck to keep me pinned face down on the bed while beginning to move atop me. The feeling I had as long, in-an-out slides his cock in my ass continued were completely different than what I felt when he fucked my pussy.
As I've noted, fucking my ass does nothing for me except giving me the pleasure of knowing that I'll satisfy my lover in every way possible that a woman can give pleasure to a man. I'm a firm believer that if I 'go-the-extra-mile' then a man had damned well better do the same for me. Jason had proved himself ready to do that. Overcoming his hesitancy to kiss me after I've swallowed a mouthful of his, or another man's, cum. Overcoming his hesitancy to join another man, or men, in threesomes, foursomes and moresomes. Eating my pussy knowing that another man's cum was still inside me. Knowing that Jason would do anything for my sexual gratification made my offering him my ass an easy decision.
Jason did ask one thing of me. Whether I was with a new lover or with several lovers, he'd made me promise him that my ass was only for him. That was an easy promise to make and apart from that one night in Spain when my ass was served up to several men, no one but Jason had taken my ass since without his permission. All thoughts of previous lovers I’d let use my ass left me as Jason began to speed up his thrusts. All my pleas for more lubricant and for Jason to slow down were ignored. Soon Jason was fucking my asshole as hard and energetically as he'd fucked my pussy.
My grip on the bed sheets tightened until I pulled them away from the corners of the bed as I chewed on one of the pillows to still my cries. Forcing his hands between my body and the sheets, Jason began squeezing my tits hard and pinching my nipples even harder until I let go of the pillow and screamed half in pleasure and half in pain. I was soon begging Jason to come, to slow down, to please, please, please apply more lubricant but minute after minute passed as he ignored me and continued to fuck me deep. Never slowing his abuse of my ass. Never stopping to apply more lubricant. Never lessening his abuse of my tits with one hand while keeping me pinned to the bed with his other.
Jason knew something about me that only a lover that had known my body for years would have known. There are times I love to be dominated. Jason's continued domination of my ass, the hard tit play as he squeezed my tits and/or pinched my nipples until I cried out... All while keeping me pinned to the bed... All of those things did what a simple ass fucking would never do alone. Pushing a hand underneath me, I began to finger my pussy in time with Jason's thrusts.
It was knowing that I was powerless to prevent Jason from using my body any way he wanted that made my fingers move over my clit and in my hole. That made my grool stream out of my pussy until slit and fingers were sloppy with my cum and a wet spot had formed under my hand. That pushed me quickly to my orgasm... At times squeaking as I tried to draw breath with gut muscles clenched tight and at other times yelling out wordlessly as a wave of my orgasm took me hard and made my body thrash under Jason.
Watching and listening to me come hard, Jason's hand released my tit and pushed down to my mound and pussy. Taking my hand in his, he crushed my fingers against my clit. The incredible surge from overactive nerves made every muscle in my body convulse, lifting me and Jason from the bed until his weight drove me back to the mattress. Lying with his full weight atop me while stilling his cock deep in my ass, Jason continued to use my own fingers to over stimulate my clit. Driving me through an endless cycle of over stimulated pain and sheer bliss... Pain and sheer bliss. My yells rose in volume until I was sure I was screaming loud enough to be heard out the suite and into the hallway for anyone passing by to hear me begging, 'OOHH, GOD, JASON! ENOUGH! I CAN'T TAKE ANY MORE! PLEASE, PLEASE, GOD, STOP! ENOUGH!!'
Finally... Finally, Jason took his hand from mine. Having rested during his torture of my clit, leaving me no time to recover, Jason rose up on locked elbows and began to drive hard into my ass again. I was numb below the waist to everything but my abused clit and barely felt the renewed driving thrusts of his cock. I had the strength to only lie there and moan as my orgasm crested a final time and began to subside.

Jason had already come twice only a short time before and seemed capable of pile driving his cock into me forever. I was wondering if my ass could take much more until, with a cry, Jason pushed hard against my cheeks and began spraying cum deep inside my ass with hard, short thrusts and grunts. Sweating and collapsing onto my back, his cock stayed hard and deep in my ass as both of us struggled to breath. When Jason's cock began to soften, with a groan he pulled out and rolled off me onto the bed. I continued to lie there. My entire body been used until I was left feeling as if my muscles had turned to jelly and I didn't have a single bone in my body.
I knew from experience that Jason's thick cock would leave my asshole with a large gape. When I did feel able to move, I had my hand in place as I rose up to squat on my ankles. I felt his cum spill from me to fill the cup of my hand instead of adding another wet spot to the bed. While Jason rested, I continued to squat beside him and gave gravity a couple of minutes to help as much cum as possible drip out of my ass before my gape disappeared.
Jason's breathing had returned to normal by then and I took his hand in my free hand to guide him to the shower to wash my ‘cum’ hand and the sweat and any residue of our anal fuck away. Jason had enjoyed his trifecta reward and he played with my tits and ass while I soaped and washed his cock. Jason tried to play with my pussy but after the abuse it had suffered no way was anything coming close to my still throbbing clit! After coming three times in quick succession, Jason's cock continued to swing free in the shower and didn't twitch as my soapy hand cleaned it nor when I dropped to my knees to playfully suck on the now cleaned and soapy tasting skin of his cock bulb. It was as worn out as my clit!
To keep the hotel staff from noticing the number of cum stains my bed sheets received when Jason visited and gossiping about who had helped make them, I'd bought many changes of sheets for my bed like the ones the hotel used. Returning from the shower, Jason helped me strip the now cum stained sheets off and replace them with clean ones before we stretched out to spoon as Jason's breathing slowed and he fell asleep.
Good sex doesn't exhaust me. Instead it leaves me feeling charged and energized. I slid out of bed trying not to wake Jason to rinse my skirt out. Putting clothes on, I put the soiled sheets in a bag and took them to the dumpster to toss away. Deciding that a drink was just what I needed, I went to the hotel bar and that was where Jason found me about an hour later. A drink for each of us and then we went to the dining room to eat. My clit needed maximum time to forgive me for its abuse! Much later we were back upstairs adding the first of many more cum stains to yet another set of sheets. I made a mental note to buy more sheets.
The next morning in the shower before breakfast and then again in my bed after breakfast, I offered my mouth and pussy to Jason as he reminded me of his youthful vigor and recuperative powers while his huge cock reminded my pussy what it felt like to be stretched and filled completely. Jason would have spent the entire day fucking if my pussy wasn't already feeling sore. I told Jason I was going to spend some time in the hotel's spa relaxing in the hot whirlpool to give my pussy lips time to rest if he'd like to join me. Deciding to visit friends he hadn't seen in a bit instead, he left for the short drive down the coast to our former stamping grounds.
Later, somewhere between afternoon turning into evening, Jason called and said he was bringing someone to Charleston for a visit. That wasn't surprising. who it was, that did surprise me.
I remembered Carol as the annoying younger sister of one of Jason's friends. I still had the mental image of someone thin, with bad acne, braces and a quick willingness to tattle to parents about every real or imagined bending of the rules. But four years makes a huge difference in how teens develop. WOW!, was all I could think when they arrived.
Carol was now 17 and a freshman at a local college that was within walking distance of my hotel and she was a fucking wet dream, knockout! Gone were the braces and acne. She was still short but she wasn’t rail thin any longer. There was a little baby fat around her mid-section but instead of the two little bumps with nipples on her chest that I remembered, her boobs had grown to at least D-Cup size. I've always secretly wished my B-Cup boobs were larger, possibly that's why I've become a boob woman since discovering that I was bi. Since knowing I loved being with women, I've especially loved being with women with big boobs. I put her at six inches shorter than me at 5'4" and 34D (possibly DD)-28-36 figure with a wonderful, fresh and sexy girl-next-door look to her face.

Gone was the tattling brat and instead Carol was a dark haired beauty who was all too ready to break some rules! She was a little hesitant around me at first, but it wasn't long before she and Jason were in his room with the door closed, 'to listen to some music and catch up on old times.’ Well, from the soft cries I heard that Carol had tried to keep quiet, it was some very old music they were making together.
Much later, Carol told me that she'd always had a secret crush on Jason even while Jason and her brother were telling her to get lost and to go away when they'd been younger. Seeing Jason again after so many years had made her remember those feelings and made her old enough to act on them. Jason was definitely over trying to make her go away from the sounds I heard coming from his room now!
When they emerged from Jason’s room over an hour later Carol looked very satisfied and blushed a deep red when she saw me. Sitting her at the small bar that came with the suite, I made her a weak Whiskey Sour and tried to put her at ease. She gulped that one down fast. I sent Jason back to use the phone in his room to make reservations for us at a restaurant nearby while I made her another, much stronger, Whiskey Sour to sip on. Keeping my voice low I told her that whatever happened in Jason's room was none of my business. The second Whiskey Sour disappeared quickly, also, and as she sipped on a third, she was much more at ease around me until we left for the restaurant. Over dinner I learned that she shared an apartment with a roommate and had a part-time job to help pay her way. The more I saw and knew about Carol the more one thought thrust its way to the front of my consciousness… I wanted her!
That night after Jason took her home and while he was above me, sliding his cock slowly up my cunt, I whispered in his ear that I wanted his new girlfriend. Jason had been my lover for longer than any other man in my life, including his father, and we had no secrets between us. Our time in Spain and afterwards had cured him of any lingering thoughts of jealousy of my fucking others. Certainly I'd watched and shared Jason with other young ladies just as he'd watched and shared me with other men. He'd also been one of those with me when I'd had my first threesome. The thought of me with Carol only excited him further.
The next day when Jason brought Carol back to the penthouse, there was no hesitancy in her to going into Jason’s bedroom and she barely blushed when she and Jason emerged a couple of hours later. I mentally laughed to myself that just one fucking by Jason’s huge cock hadn’t been enough for her! Over more drinks while waiting for our reserved time in the hotel’s dining room, Carol talked a bit about her college experiences. She was complaining that finding parking near the college was near impossible when I 'just happened' to have a thought. I invited Carol to move in with me for a year and a half. I would be occupying the penthouse for at least that amount of time while my new house was being built. Since Carol would be attending the coming Spring semester and all of next year at the local college before going off to Clemson, it only made sense that she could have the bedroom Jason used only on holidays and I’d pay for Jason to stay in another hotel room on the odd occasion he visited.
Of course she thought I wasn't serious at first and I had to involve her parents in the discussions, but between Christmas and New Years I had over-ridden all objections by pointing out the logic behind my offer. And I was completely logical in my verbal arguments while secretly salivating at the chance of having that luscious body 24/7 in my bed.
1.Rent and meals were free. The penthouse suite was huge, she'd have her own room and room service would be charged to my account at the hotel. Carol would be able to save up much more money for the four year college she would attend next to complete her education.
2.Parents never had to call before dropping by day or night.
3.Security at the hotel was much, much better than at an apartment for a single girl.
4.Easy walking distance to campus.
Persuading the parents was the deciding factor. I'd met them while I was married and as far as anyone from that time knew, I was a loyal, upstanding wife and step-mother. A pillar of society. A fine example for any proper, well raised female to emulate! An older, wiser woman to watch over their daughter while she was away from home for the first time. The thought that I might seduce their daughter into my bed never occurred to them. Boy, were they wrong! The thought of getting those luscious tits in my hands had me masturbating in my room with the door closed like a naughty teenager even while Jason was enjoying them in his bed.
Imagining Carol and me together certainly had Jason and I adding extra vigor to our sex that night and for the rest of the time we had together before vacation ended. Jason would return after driving Carol home and while screwing me, he'd whisper in my ear every salacious detail of what they'd done together. That made me so wet that many times I pushed him onto his back so I could ride him cowgirl while frigging my clit to a huge orgasm.
At my urging, Jason asked and then told me that Carol had been curious a few times but had never been with a woman. That excited me more! I was like a 13 year old girl going through her first crush again! More than once, at my request, Jason would leave his room after fucking Carol to 'use the bathroom' where I'd be waiting. Dropping to my knees to pull out his cock and balls from the pants he'd put on. Taking his cock as deep as I could to smell and suck the taste of Carol's pussy from his cock while fingering my clit.

Once, I was on my knees for too long and Carol tapped on the door saying she needed to use the toilet. I had to get into the tub and draw the curtain closed before Jason opened the door. Quietly standing motionless behind the curtain, I heard her piss and wash her hands before leaving. Only when Jason made up a story that I was in the bar downstairs and they left the suite to join me could I leave the tub after the door shut behind them. Quickly dressing, I went downstairs and made up yet another story that I'd stepped out to smoke a cigarette while waiting for them. Ah, what a tangled web we weave when first we try to get into a girl's pants!
I’m sure that it was the added security that the hotel staff offered that persuaded Carol’s mother. I’m equally certain that it was the free room and board that persuaded Carol’s dad. It was no secret to people who’d known us at the time that Jason and I had inherited boat loads of cash when my hubby met his so tragic end. Carol's dad barely argued when I turned down his offer to help pay for Carol staying with me.
Jason knew my plan but not the details of my seduction scheme since I didn't know them either. He'd never admit to anyone that he’d known what I was planning, just as I'd never tell Carol that he knew of my nefarious plot to bed her.
Carol began moving her things in even before Jason left to return to his college. That only made sense since she was spending every minute with Jason that he could drag her away from spending vacation time with her family. The more Jason told me about Carol’s sexual likes and dislikes (which weren't many) in my bed before, during and after screwing me the more my mouth salivated at the thought of my doing those things she liked, and even disliked, to her.
What happened next? Did I do those few things Carol disliked? Guess you’ll just have to wait for the next chapter…