by Jones, EB
She stood up in front of him, displaying the sinuous curves of her ass and breasts, took her bathrobe in her arm, and walked out of his bedroom wearing only her soaked black panties.
The No Touching Rule – Part 2
E.B. Jones,
Copyright E.B. Jones 2013
You can't make this fade away, no matter how hard you try, she thought.
It had been several days since she and her stepson Dave had enjoyed their brief interlude in his bedroom. The 'no touching rule' had been in effect, but in the end, she had been the one who dared to cross the line, even if her gesture had been mostly symbolic. She had tasted him. There was no moderating her appetite from that point forward. She knew that.
She looked at her husband Mark. They were in the living room reading, as was their custom in the evenings. He was sitting in his favorite chair next to hers, wearing his bifocals. He still looked handsome, but that small detail of wearing reading glasses only served to strengthen the contrast between him and his 18 year-old son. And at fifty-four, he had just a bit of a middle-age paunch that softened him.
(and the son is so sexy)
How the hell am I even considering this? I'm married to Mark, a perfectly respectable man, but my own stepson is the one I fantasize about when I touch myself. I've even tasted his come, for fuck's sake! And now I'm thinking about this. This next thing, which is practically unmentionable. But if I can't have it, I don't think I'll be able to remain a part of this family. I need Dave and that beautiful cock of his.
She cleared her throat.“Mark, I was just thinking, about this coming weekend. My cousin Rachel is going to be in town, up at the island house in Vinalhaven.”
“You should go visit her. Sounds like you'd have a nice girls-only weekend.”He didn't look up from his book. She could tell that her words had barely registered in his brain. He was too deep into his Stephen King novel. Maybe that would make the next part of what she was going to say easier.
“You know–maybe Dave should come too. It might be good for him to get a break from all the graduation commotion that's been going on. And you know how much he likes spending time with Rachel's daughter Anne.”
Mark looked up from his book, raising his eyebrows.“I know he enjoys Anne's company,”he said, cracking a smile,“maybe a little too much. I know they're not blood relatives, but make sure he behaves himself if you bring him up there.”
If only Mark knew, she thought.“Sure, I'll keep tabs on him. Just like a good step-momma should.”She forced herself to smile, then looked at her own book. She turned the page and pretended to read further, but her head was spinning and her heart was pounding in her chest. All she could see in her mind's eye was Dave, naked before her, his cock thrusting itself forth, ready to penetrate her tight little slit and cure her of her obsession forever. Or deepen it.
If I can have him just this once, then Dave and I can put this behind us once and for all, she thought. I can send him off to college where he'll chase girls his own age and...then what? We pretend our little tryst never happened? Will this really be enough?
“I'm going to go pack a few things for tomorrow. I'll ask Dave if he wants to come along to the island,”she said. As she rose from her chair, she admired her own legs, still toned and firm. She'd never had children, that was part of her magic. She knew that. She also knew that Dave wouldn't turn down her invitation. Not after he'd jerked himself off in front of her and shot his hot come on her tits. That was only a warm up for the next act.
She walked softly upstairs to her bedroom and opened her underwear drawer. She reached in toward the back, past her day-to-day ho-hum thongs and bras, and pulled out a satin camisole that she'd worn only once for Mark. It struck her as a shame that he hadn't requested she wear lingerie more often. She enjoyed feeling sexy. But their love life had, in a way, reached a sort of upper-middle class cruise control, where sex was something you did on certain days of the week because it was what you were supposed to do in your happy marriage. And, as much as she still loved Mark, she had to admit to herself that the spark, that tingle in the belly feeling she used to get when they'd first met and he would walk behind her in the kitchen while she was cooking dinner and press his hard-on firmly against her ass and whisper into her ear that he was going to fuck her senseless later that evening, that spark was just a part of her memory now.
****
She was behind the wheel of Mark's Jeep. He'd said that she and Dave could have it for the weekend, and the roads on the island were sure to be pretty rough, especially after the frost heaves of the past winter. She knew they were somewhere past Wiscasset. It didn't really matter, as long as they made the 4:30 p.m. Vinalhaven ferry in Rockland. She wasn't sure if they would hitch a ride on the Margaret Chase Smith or the Governor Curtis. Either way, she loved riding out on those lumbering white ships, rusting in places, stinking of diesel and making a deep thrum with their engines down below. Riding the ferry was her separation from mainland life. From mainland worries and attachments.
(and it's one step closer to clenching my pussy around Dave's young cock)
She glanced at Dave out of the corner of her eye. Admired his masculine jaw line and the way the muscles of his shoulders and neck flexed when he turned his head. Stepson or not, he was a beautiful young man, strong but still smooth. Looking straight ahead at the road, she reached with her right hand until she found his lap and placed her hand in his crotch. Almost immediately, she could feel his hard-on underneath her touch.
“Having a hard time keeping your hands to yourself now, aren't you Susan?”he said. He laughed. She hated it when he called her by her first name. It felt so alien.
“Just like before Dave. Call me mom now.”
He had no trouble falling into his role and flashed a mischievous smile.“Mmm, mom, that feels really good. Really damn good.”He shifted in the passenger seat of the Jeep and spread his legs apart a bit further.
“That's good Dave. Mommy is taking care of you now. Mommy will take good care of you.”She began to stroke him through his jeans, massaging firmly against his crotch.
“Unzip yourself,”she said.
“Are we officially past this 'no touching' thing, then?”He was grinning now.
“I think you know the answer to that,”she said. She found that it took a great deal of concentration to keep the Jeep moving within the confines of its lane at 60 mph as her attention turned to her hot, 18 year-old stepson in the front passenger seat.
She heard him unzip his jeans, and without further prompting he pulled out his thick cock and held it firmly in his own grip.
“Are you going to make me do this myself again?”he said.“I mean, it was hot and all, but I've kinda been wondering if” –
He inhaled sharply as she wrapped her fingers around the flesh of his cock and began to stroke him slowly as she drove.“How's this for you? Is mommy being good to you now?”She savored the girth of his flesh as she moved her fingers up and down his shaft.
“Mmm,”he moaned.“That's right. Just like that.”He closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the headrest.
She began to stroke him faster, and unlike a more inexperienced woman,
(the awestruck cheerleaders you've no doubt fucked)
she wasn't afraid to squeeze hard as she grasped his cock. He gasped as she increased her rhythm.
“Mom, that's really fucking good. I can't wait to take my cock and” –
The sound of the siren snapped them both out of their fantasy. She glanced at her speedometer and saw that she was going 75 mph in a 45. This was definitely not good. Maine cops hated it when people gunned it all the way up Route One without respecting the speed limits. She only hoped that the cop was a man and that she'd be able to charm him out of giving her a ticket. And that said cop wouldn't catch on to the fact that she'd been driving while jerking off her stepson.
“Put your cock away, quick,”she said. She put on her blinker and pulled over to the side of the road. The tires kicked up
gravel and dirt as the Jeep rolled onto the shoulder. Dave had hastily tucked his cock back into his jeans and zipped himself up, but it was hard not to notice the very man-size bulge on the left side of his jeans.
She looked in her side-view mirror as the cruiser pulled to a stop twenty yards behind her car.“Fuck me,”she muttered under her breath. The police officer was a woman. A blonde woman with the prim walk of an aerobics instructor, a big-ass gun on her hip, and a huge chip on her shoulder. And she didn't look friendly in the least.
“We might be missing the boat, Dave,”she said.“Officer Friendly doesn't look like she'll want to play nice with us. Sorry, I should have been paying better attention to the road.”She was angry with herself. If they missed the ferry in Rockland, they'd lose almost a day on the island. And she'd already begun to envision Dave making love to her on a blanket underneath a soft bed of pine needles overlooking a secluded part of the cove that very evening. And the thing was, her fantasy could absolutely become a reality. She could sense that Dave would do anything for her. But now Officer McFuckoff and her tight lipped frown had entered the picture. Who knew what kind of shit she'd try to bust them on?
And how fast was I going over the limit? 30? Fuck, that's criminal speeding. We're double fucked.
Their only chance was that the officer wouldn't be too harsh in her assessment of the situation. Susan glanced one more time at Dave's crotch. And holy fuck, his hard-on hadn't gotten any smaller at all–he'd pulled it right back out of his pants and was gripping it proudly, grinning as he did so.
“Dave, you put that away! What the fuck do you” –
“Trust me, mom. I've seen this work.”
“Where, in a fucking porno?!”She'd raised her voice, both out of panic and a sense of complete incredulity.
Dave nodded his head.“Well, since you asked, yes, it was technically a porno. But I think that degrades the essence of sexual cinema verité. You can learn a lot about human nature from porn.”
She thought about slapping him, given the gravity of the situation. If it hadn't been real life, her life, she might even have laughed. Dave never spoke like that at home, although he had gotten good grades in English class all through high school. But for him to pull this shit now...My stepson has lost it, he's completely lost it, she thought. And it sounds like he also wrote a fucking English paper about skin flicks and the human condition. Must have been a hell of a research assignment. And now I'm the one who's going to be irrational. I'll let him go ahead and pull whatever crazy stunt his 18 year-old amygdala thinks it can get away with.
“Dave, you're fucking crazy, but you're gorgeous. If you think you can get us out of this, have a go. It's looking like we're both royally fucked anyway.”
Dave smiled at her then looked up at her driver's side window. She turned her head and saw a nicely formed pair of tits behind a beige uniform. And a badge. Officer Lundquist. Swedish heritage, she thought. Explains the blonde hair and the fair complexion. And the well-proportioned tits in my window about to cart me off to jail for driving too fast.
The police officer leaned down and tapped on Susan's window. Susan lowered it, then just looked up at the officer, not even bothering with an excuse. If Dave's porn magic was going to work, it was entirely up to him now.
“License, registration, and proof of insurance”said the officer. The policewoman glanced at both of them–
She had to have seen Dave's cock. Holy hell there is no way she can miss that thing. And why the fuck is he still grinning like that? Is that all part of the plan?–
and returned her gaze to Susan.“Ma'am, license, registration, and proof of insurance please.”
Susan reached for the glove box, now trying to avoid touching the tent pole in Dave's lap, and pulled out the folder with Mark's papers for the Jeep. This can't be fucking happening, she thought as she leafed through the folder looking for the registration and insurance. He's always so organized, and the one goddamn time I need to find something, it's not fucking here. She'd found the registration right away, but the goddamn insurance card was expired, and there wasn't a current one anywhere that she could see. We're screwed. She handed the documents to the policewoman.
“Are you aware how fast you were driving, ma'am?”
“Yes, I know,”she started, speaking too fast,“I should have been paying better attention. I'm so sorry. Please, we'll take the ticket and move on. And not too fast. I promise we'll pay better attention to” –
“Ma'am, please step out of the vehicle.”
Not getting out of this easily at all, thought Susan. She stepped out of the car and stood in front of the officer, her hands at her side.
“Sir, please step out of the vehicle as well.” The policewoman seemed oblivious to the fact that Dave's cock was still sticking straight out of his jeans.
How he manages to keep a hard-on at a time like this, I will never know, thought Susan.
“Do you both know why I asked you to step out of this vehicle?”said the officer. She only paused for a second before speaking again.“You are being stopped on suspicion of engaging in lewd and lascivious conduct in a public place with an additional charge of recklessly operating a vehicle to endanger. This kind of conduct,”she tapped the side of the Jeep twice with her knuckles for emphasis,“this kind of conduct is not tolerated in Lincoln county.”
The policewoman hadn't detained them yet. Susan couldn't believe that she and Dave weren't already in handcuffs. It seemed that the cop was enjoying lecturing them, since by now a thin smile had spread across her lips.
And maybe that's all we'll get, if we're lucky. A talk from the local law and a 'get on your merry way', and then an 'oh, by the way, you might want to keep your cock play confined to the bedroom because you, miss, are a terrible driver when you have one hand on the wheel and another on the rod.'
“If I may, officer,”said Dave. He was holding his erection in his right hand.“I'd like to make a proposal of sorts. A trade, you might say.”
The blonde policewoman raised her eyebrows and stared at Dave.“And what do you think you might possibly be able to offer at this point? You're quite...compromisedas it is.”
“I think you haven't been laid in far too long. Your husband is pussy whipped and can't turn you on anymore because he doesn't dare show you how you want to get fucked. Your pussy is aching for cock. Right now, even. I'll bet you're dying for a piece of this,”he held up his stiff cock to show her.
To Susan's surprise, the policewoman was silent. She didn't say anything. She just kept looking right at Dave, glancing at his cock and shifting her gaze to other parts of his chiseled 18 year-old body.
“I should cart you off to County for saying that, you know.”
“But you won't, will you? You know you could have a piece of this and satisfy that hunger you've had for a long time. Isn't that right?”
Susan couldn't believe the balls on her stepson. To offer to fuck a cop who, moments ago, was ready to throw them both in jail for breaking a number of state and local ordinances...well, that took major balls. Maybe his having written that English paper on porn was going to serve them both well after all.
The officer broke the silence abruptly.“Ok, here's the deal. You are going to show me if you're all talk or if you know how the fuck to use that man meat between your legs. And your sugar-mama here,”she looked toward Susan,“she's going to let me lick her cunt while you fuck me. And if I'm satisfied...well, if I'm satisfied I'll send you two perverts on your merry way. Just don't think you can keep fooling around while speeding on my roads, you hear?”
Susan shook her head and her eyes widened. She wants to what? She looked toward Dave, and their eyes met. She could hardly believe that he'd found a way to get them out of this mess. But, the cop had said she needed to be 'satisfied.' What if Dave didn't deliver? What if it had all been a big bluff?
Something in her gut told her otherwise. He'd already surprised her with his calm, and, for lack of a better word, unconventional appro
ach, to escaping imprisonment. What have I got to lose? she thought.
“This is your show now, young man,”said the cop.“You show me what you've got.”She stood in front of them and Susan could see the officer's eyes darken with lust.
Dave's voice lowered.“Ok, officer, you start by getting your pretty ass over here.”His tone was commanding. Not insulting, but assertive. Susan could feel her own pussy moisten with expectation.
The officer walked up to Dave until her face was only inches from his.“What's next big boy?”
Dave didn't flinch.“On your knees. Wrap those lips around my cock. Wrap them around tight. And take your hands and massage my balls. Gently.”Sue couldn't believe that his voice was so even. He pulled down his jeans and underwear so that he was completely naked from the waist down.
And if anyone drives by us right now, they won't believe that this is a traffic stop, thought Sue. They'll be looking for the concealed camera crew filming an episode of 'Roadside Whores of New England'.
