The Problem With Fooling Mother NatureChapter 6
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Trent Stack should have been a very happy young man. After all, it wasn't often that a teenaged boy got the opportunity to resolve his lifelong crush by bedding her. And he didn't just bed her. He could say that Dakota was now his girlfriend, although they rarely ever went out on dates. No, if they went out they rarely made it farther than a parking lot or some other secluded spot before she was pulling him into the back of her mother's minivan. They also had a lot of study dates in her basement and Dakota had become quite daring in what she was willing to do with her parents right upstairs.
Yes, after that first time Dakota was his and he hadn't even had to use the drug on her again. She told him over and over again how he'd given her the best sex and now she just couldn't get enough of it. He supposed he was probably better than other boys his age, thanks to his training from a very special older woman, but he was surprised at how quickly Dakota had taken to sex. And more amazingly the girl never once demanded a condom from him. He was very proud that she was so taken with his skills and that he didn't have to resort to any trickery to get her back in bed. So Trent should have been very happy, and he was happy, but still there was something missing. The problem was he was still obsessed with fucking his mother.
Sex with Dakota was good. It was very good, and actually Trent didn't see how sex could ever really be bad, but it wasn't great. It wasn't like it had been with his mother. Dakota squealed and made noise, quite a lot of it, but she didn't say dirty things like his mother, even when he tried to get her to. And Dakota moved when they did it, but it wasn't with any skill. He really liked sex with Dakota, but it wasn't the same as it had been with his mother and Dakota didn't do anything to make him forget it.
Although he was getting as much sex as any guy could want, Trent still jerked off at night and when he did he thought about his mom, about her on her hands and knees in front of the fire. She wasn't playful about it the way Dakota was. His mother was like an animal when she wanted sex. He was sure his parents still did it and he was jealous of his dad. Trent didn't think it was fair his dad had her all to himself and after a while he decided he had to do something about it. He wondered if there was some way he could use his relationship with Dakota to his advantage. Was there some way he could make his mother jealous? It had been weeks since they were together, but he knew by the way she still acted around him she hadn't forgotten.
In chemistry class Trent slipped Dakota a note during lunch to meet him and he waited in the dark wings of auditorium for her. It wouldn't be the first time they snuck off during school. Just last week Dakota had blown him behind the bleachers out by the football field. The one thing he could count on was that Dakota was always ready. He wondered if she was like this with other boyfriends, even though she swore no other guy ever made her feel this way. He heard the door open and close and silently waited. When Dakota came past him he grabbed her and pulled her down onto a pile of tarps that were used as background scenery for school plays. The canvass crackled loudly when she fell into it and Dakota giggled while putting up token resistance. Trent was on his knees and he pushed his way between hers while pressing her down with his hands. He leaned down and kissed her while pressing his hips into hers. She clutched at his arms and shoved her tongue in his mouth while squirming her hips beneath him. He kissed the side of her neck while palming a breast and Dakota cooed.
"Hmm, Trent, you're so naughty grabbing me back here."
"Come on, you know you love it," Trent breathed, pulling up her tight yellow polo and forcing his hand under it.
"Mmm, baby, that feels good."
Dakota raised her arms so Trent could pull her shirt off and then he popped open the front clasp on her seamless satin bra. Her big breasts burst free and Trent fell on them, kneading the twin mounds so her nipples poked out and he kissed and liked them. He didn't worry so much that her breasts weren't so sensitive, they were just so perfect he couldn't help playing with them. He kissed and teased and played with her chest until he could tell she was getting impatient for him to move on and then he snapped her jeans and got up on his knees again.
Trent pulled down his own jeans while she pushed her skintight jeans down past her ample hips, pulling her panties down with them and lifted her legs straight up in the air to pull them off. She laid back, waiting for him, but Trent took her by the hands and pulled her to sit up and kiss him. After they kissed he gently nudged her downward and she took his cock in her hands and stroked it while lightly kissing the head. She kept her eyes closed as she licked all around his head before sucking it into her mouth. Dakota wasn't bad at oral, but he'd had better. Again, it was just that she was too passive. She never initiated it and when she did suck him that was really all she did, closing her lips and moving back and forth on his prick. He ran his fingers through her curly brown hair and as he gazed down at her pretty face taking his cock Trent still had to resist pinching himself. Watching Dakota sucking him off is something he just never thought he would see.
After going down on Trent for a few minutes, Dakota pulled back, wiping her lips on the back of her hand, and laid back on the tarps. It was pretty clear she did it because it was something he expected and not something she loved to do, but he was okay with that as long as she did it. The funny thing was that she always wanted him go to down on her. She just couldn't get enough of that. Trent pressed her thighs apart and buried his face in her pussy. Dakota thrust her hips up at his face as his tongue snaked between her lips to pluck at her clit. She spread her open with his thumbs and flicked his tongue deep inside her and Dakota grabbed handfuls of the tarps beneath her.
"Oh baby, baby, ohhhh that's good!"
When Trent sucked on her clit while pushing a finger into her tight cunt she squealed loudly and became very wet. Dakota dug her nails into his scalp so hard he thought she was going to draw blood and he could feel her building toward orgasm, her pussy contracting around his finger, so he let up on her clit and just kissed her pussy and lapped up her juices. He still had her at the peak when he climbed back up her body and slipped inside her.
"Give it to me, baby. Ooo, I want it," Dakota moaned. It was almost funny, the way she said it with mock passion, but Trent appreciated the effort.
Dakota wrapped both arms and legs around him, crushing her breasts against Trent's chest as he pumped his hips, pounding his cock down into her. They were cheek to cheek and she was moaning and whimpering right into his ear while he kissed the side of her neck. She was clawing at his back and Trent was glad his shirt was still on since she'd left marks more than once. Dust was stirring up around them from the tarps they were screwing on and Dakota was getting so loud he was afraid her screams were going to echo in the auditorium.
"Ahhhh baby, ahhhh..." She screamed.
"Shhh, we're going to get caught," he grunted, although it was such a huge turn on to make her scream like that. He was trying to hold out, to make sure Dakota came before he busted his nut, but it was difficult with her burning wetness gripping his cock. Her screams rose in pitch and he was sure they were going to get caught as she came, but then she bit his shoulder and it was Trent's turn to scream, this time in pain. He pounded his cock into her and came as well, blasting his load as he grinded into her pelvis.
Dakota squeezed him crushingly in her arms, but the way his heart was pounding Trent was in no hurry to get up. He didn't know if his legs would support him anyway. He buried his face in her hair, the loved the way she smelled, and felt like he was going to fall asleep on top of her. It was a good example of how sex with Dakota was different than when he was with his mother. Trent wanted to fuck his mom for hours, but after doing Dakota once Trent was done.
"Are we still on for tonight?" He asked.
"Of course, baby. What else would I be doing tonight?" Dakota giggled.
"Pick me up at seven sharp."
Rebecca was in the kitchen emptying the dishwasher. She was wearing black slacks and a nice silk shirt as she and David were to go out for dinner. Emptying the dishwasher was one of Trent's chores, but her son did virtually nothing around the house any longer. He'd always been lazy, but since she'd taken to avoiding him Trent did nothing around the house. He'd rightly guessed that Rebecca was not going to ride him for anything now that there was the strained distance between them. She considered asking David to say something to their son, but she still had a deep rooted fear that Trent would reveal what happened between them if pressed. Even now she still had to tolerate his leering at her whenever he could in silence.
Trent came down the stairs looking rather nice himself and Rebecca assumed he had a date with Dakota Stein, his new girlfriend. She was long aware of her son's crush on the girl and was surprised he'd finally worked up the nerve to ask her out, but then he was filled with a newfound confidence. She hoped, in vain, that Trent's interest in a girl his own age would take his attention away from her.
"Hey, Mom, you and Dad still going out to dinner tonight?" Trent asked cheerfully. No matter how icily Rebecca treated him her son still acted like everything was normal.
"Yes, your father is taking me out," she replied, busying herself with placing glasses in the cupboard. Her black slacks were snug and she could just feel Trent's eyes on her ass.
"He's a lucky guy. You look hot tonight Mom."
"Trent, it is not appropriate for you to call your mother 'hot'. What do I have to do to teach you appropriate behavior?"
"Maybe you need to put me over your knee."
Rebecca just turned away and bit her tongue before she said something she regretted out of frustration. Trent was so trying. She decided to just pretend he wasn't there and finish what she was doing, but when she bent over to take a dish from the lower rack she could see Trent was looking right down her blouse. She blushed, but pretended not to notice. How did she raise such a slimy young man? When she had to cross to the other side of the kitchen he refused to move out of the way, making Rebecca brush past him. As she did she saw a bite mark just past the collar of her son's shirt. It was red and looked painful and its origins were obvious. In the past she would have said something, but this time Rebecca just left it alone.
There was a knock at the backdoor and Trent let Dakota in. Rebecca couldn't believe the girl's parents let her go out dressed that way, but she kept her disapproval to herself and greeted the girl with a smile. After all, there was still the chance that her son would forget all about her if he became smitten enough with this girl. She didn't fancy the thought of her son fucking anyone, but better this pretty brunette from his school than his own mother.
"It's nice to see you again, Dakota. Where are you kids off to?" Rebecca thought Dakota looked like she was on her way to work a street corner. Her flared black skirt was so short she didn't see how Dakota would be able to sit down in it and her shiny satin camisole top looked like something she should be wearing under her shirt, not as a shirt. She didn't know how the girl didn't freezing to death dressed like that in winter.
"We're going to the movies with some friends."
"You guys have a good time. Would you like to borrow a sweater, Dakota? You shouldn't be running around like that. It's much too cold out," Rebecca said, the mother in her coming out.
"It's okay, Mrs. Stack. I have a coat in the car. I just went to so much effort to get ready I didn't want to be all covered up when Trent saw me." Dakota gave her son a peck, but he grabbed her and open mouth kissed her right there in the kitchen. Rebecca thought the display was tasteless and when Trent didn't stop she cleared her throat.
"Come on son, don't embarrass your mother like that," David said from behind Rebecca as he came into the kitchen.
"Sorry, Dad, sometimes I can't help myself," Trent replied, grinning like the Cheshire Cat.
"You two be safe out there tonight and don't keep her out too late, Trent," David said.
"We'd better get going or we're going to miss our reservation," Rebecca said, eager to get away from her son and his tart of a girlfriend.
Dinner was great and they had a few drinks at the bar afterward. David was amorous and Rebecca knew he would be expecting to make love when they got home. Their sex life had come to a standstill over the past few weeks as she was racked with guilt. She only felt guiltier because she knew this night out was David's way of trying to introduce a spark into their married life. He had been very patient and did not even ask about her change in attitude, but Rebecca knew he would if she kept acting so strangely. But she couldn't tell him. She made herself flirt with him and had some extra wine after dinner hoping it would loosen her up. After her little encounter with their son it the kitchen sex was the last thing on her mind, but she owed it to her husband to try.
Their son was still out when they arrived home so after turning out most of the lights they went straight to the bedroom. She was standing at her bureau taking off her earrings and jewelry when David pressed in from behind and put his arms around her. He swept the soft veil of her hair to the side and kissed her neck, which made Rebecca sigh. That was the real irony of the thing. Although she hated the idea of sex, if she let David touch her and get things started she enjoyed it as much as ever.
"You look great tonight, honey," David said, lightly nibbling her earlobe after she removed a diamond stud earring. His hot breath on her neck gave her shivers. "And God do you smell good."
"I can tell how much you approve," she replied, wiggling her ass against his erection, which was pressed into the cleft between her cheeks.
"Let me really show you, Becca."
David unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off, laying it on the chair beside her. Her black silk bra was thin and delicate and it only took a few seconds of gentle teasing with her fingertips before he could trace her nipples, which pointed like two hard pebbles. Rebecca shuttered and reached back to hold onto her husband's hips, pulling him in tighter against her ass. He was lightly massaging her breasts, but his attention was focused on her deliciously sensitive nipples, which made her sway as warmth spread from her chest throughout her body. That heat manifested itself as pleasure, which began to center itself between her legs. Being touched through the silk was more of a tease than if David just touched her bare nipples and she knew he knew that.
Rebecca watched them in the mirror above her bureau. His hands cupped her breasts from underneath and he just used his fingers to trace and pluck at her nipples. He looked like he was barely touching her, which was such torture. God, she wanted to throw David on the bed and press her naked flesh into his mouth, but she stayed still and let him play with her. She could see he was watching in the mirror too and she knew how much he loved watching her reaction when they made love. Never once had she seen him with his eyes closed in bed.
"David, you know you're making me crazy," she gasped.
"That's sort of the point," he said, nibbling the side of her neck the way she wanted him to nibble her breasts. "I want to make you so crazy you can't resist me."
"A couple more minutes of that and I'll be there."
David turned her in his arms and she reached between them to rub his cock through his dress pants while he unclasped her bra. She pulled back enough to let her bra drop away and unbuttoned his shirt while the torridly kissed, her tongue chasing David's back into his mouth. She pulled his shirt aside so she could press her naked flesh to his. She loved the feeling of bare skin on bare skin and her nipples felt wonderful scraping his chest. As they moved toward their bed she was working on getting his pants off. He was working on her pants too and they nearly stumbled and fell in their rush to get each other naked. Rebecca's hand was in his boxers gripping his hot, rigid shaft when he pushed her down so she sat on the side of the bed. David dropped to his knees in front of her and whipped her slacks and skimpy panties off.
"Oh David," she sighed when he lifted her legs over his shoulders and kissed her cunt. She'd wanted to tell him not to, but he was swift and when he started kissing her down there she couldn't tell him to stop. His tongue was flicking inside her, toying with her clit and then pushing deep into her pussy. While he licked her, David also reached up and rolled her nipples between her fingers, rougher than before and Rebecca cried out passionately. She arched her back and locked her legs around David's head, trapping his face at her pussy. He aggressively went after her clit, flicking it with his tongue and sucking on it while pinching her nipples.
"Yes! God David, yes! Davvvvv..." Rebecca screamed, an intense orgasm ripping through her like a tornado across the prairie. It had been weeks since she'd even masturbated, since she didn't trust what might come into her mind while she did it, and having denied herself for so long made this orgasm all the more powerful. She hadn't cum so hard so fast... well it was best not to think about that.
David stood and shed his clothes while Rebecca stared up at him and then he pushed her just far enough back on the bed so he could kneel on the edge. He grabbed Rebecca by the hips and pulled her back to him, lifting her hips off the bed while she grasped his cock and put it into her.
"You are so hot, Becca. How did I get so lucky?" He groaned when he thrust into her. He was staring down at his beautiful wife with true lust and love, but his words twisted like a dagger in her gut as he used the same word their son had used to describe her earlier in the evening. His hands were under her ass, tilting her up toward him, and David impaled her over and over. When he leaned forward and pushed her onto the bed, his shaft grazed her clit with every thrust and Rebecca wrapped her legs around him, digging her heels into his back. Making love to her husband felt so good that she was finally able to think about only him during their coupling. She gripped him hard with her cunt and the friction felt spectacular.
"Oh yes, oh yes, yeaaaa babbbyyy," Rebecca cried. She just needed another minute or so.
"Becca honey, ohhhhhhh," David moaned, his rhythm faltering as he pounded faster and faster.
"Just allllitttllleeelllonnnngggerrrr..." She knew his body and what it meant.
David gritted his teeth and only after Rebecca was screaming like a banshee did he finally let go and enjoy his own orgasm. She could feel him pulsing inside her and then gradually go flaccid and he fell on top of her. Rebecca hugged him tightly and sighed as she told her husband how much she loved him.
Rebecca rolled over and glanced at the clock on the nightstand. It was after midnight and she thought she heard a sound from downstairs. It was probably just Trent coming home, or she'd just dreamt it and she was going to roll over and go back to sleep, but then she heard it again and it was a girl laughing. She knew her son was home and obviously he'd brought Dakota inside. The girl should be getting on home and as much as she wanted to stay in bed, for a variety of reasons, Rebecca climbed out of bed and pulled her robe on over the long t-shirt she was sleeping in.
Although she should have flicked on the lights and made noise as she came downstairs, Rebecca actually crept down the hallway to the top of the stairs in the dark. She could hear them more clearly now and it sounded like they were in the living room. It took some care, but she made her way down the steps without triggering any of the creaks and slowly peeked around the corner and into the living room.
The lights were off in the living room, but there was enough light coming in from the street through the big bay window that Rebecca could see what was going on clearly enough. Dakota was sitting on the couch with her arms over the back while Trent knelt on the floor in front of her. Her legs were spread obscenely wide and were bent, with her feet resting on the coffee table. Her skirt was pushed up and Trent's face was buried between the girl's legs. Dakota was shaking and gasping and moaning, clearly enjoying what Trent was doing to her. Unfortunately Rebecca knew just how Dakota felt and she shuddered as she watched the young lovers from the shadows. She did not rush in and stop them as she should have. No, she clung to the wall and watched them, trying not to recall how it felt being with her son.
"Ahhhhh, babbyy, ooooo," Dakota whimpered, her voice rising as her hips lifted off the couch and pushed at Trent.
"Not too loud, my parents are right upstairs," Trent warned, momentarily lifting his face from her pussy. When he dove back in she squealed even louder and Rebecca was glad that her husband slept like the dead. She didn't want to have to explain why she was watching things instead of breaking them up.
"Ahhhhh Trent!" Dakota cried and Rebecca wasn't sure the girl wouldn't wake David. Luckily she seemed to have had a climax and the teens stopped, at least for the moment.
Trent pushed off the floor and Rebecca ducked back around the corner so she would not be seen. Her back was pressed against the wall and she slid down so she sat on the bottom step. Her heart was pounding in her chest and Rebecca was filled with fear and revulsion. Part of the reason she didn't stop the teens was that she was afraid of what her son might do, but she was also curious to see him with someone else. Rebecca was even jealous. Not of Dakota being with Trent, but of the pleasure the girl was receiving. She could still vividly recall how she cum when she was with him and as good as it felt being with David earlier it just wasn't the same. Rebecca was going to retreat up the stairs when she heard new sound from the living room and, staying low, she peered back around the corner.
Dakota was on her knees with her elbows resting on the arm of the couch while Trent was fucking her from behind. Dakota's head was hung down, veiled by her hair, and Trent seemed to into what he was doing to notice Rebecca peeking around the corner. The girl was topless too, her top and bra were thrown on the floor, and her firm, hanging breasts jiggled every time Trent thrust into her. She was squealing and whimpering, getting louder and louder as Trent fucked her.
Rebecca turned back around the corner and closed her eyes, trying to block out what she'd seen because she could feel her cunt heating up, but she could still hear them and when she touched herself she was damp and sticky. Her thighs were parted just enough to fit her fingers between them and Rebecca bit back a moan as she slipped a couple fingers between her lips and stroked her pussy. Through sheer force of will she blocked any images from manifesting the darkness of her mind's eye, but the teens' moans and the sound of their bodies pushing together provided more than enough stimulation. It almost didn't matter that she wasn't picturing being with Trent because trying so hard not to was a tacit admission of how good he'd made her feel and that it was what she was missing right now. Rebecca rubbed her clit in little circles, scrapping it with her fingernails, and then pinched it lightly, which made her entire body throb. She couldn't really blame Dakota for being so loud when she was pretty vocal herself and Rebecca bit the side of her free hand to stifle her moans. She could have brought herself off very quickly, but she waited, holding off so she could keep listening to the teens screwing in her living room. It was almost torture to hold off when she wanted to cum so badly and Rebecca was relieved when she heard Dakota crying out. Rebecca came as well, whole body tensing and curling into a ball there at the bottom of the steps. With each wave of pleasure that washed through her, Rebecca relaxed until she legs were stretched out in front of her and she was totally sated. She heard Dakota asking where her panties were and with a deep sigh Rebecca crept back upstairs before she could be caught.
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