"You're not old . . ."
"I'm serious, Jason . . . I could be your mother."
"But you're not," he pulled back and looked her in the eyes. "I've been in love with you since I was fifteen. Before I even knew what being in love meant. And now that I've got you, I'm never letting you go."
"Promise?" she whispered.
"You know that girl I went to prom with? Jenny? Do you know why I went to prom with her? Because she looks like you . . . and you know what else?"
"What?"
"We fooled around a little bit," Jason blushed, a little bit embarrassed and a little big ashamed of his admission. "But we never did it . . . because the only person I could ever imagine being with was you."
Without another word, Janie pushed Jason down into the bed and mounted him.
"I love feeling you get hard inside me," she moaned.
"I'll only leave when you make me." Jason pulled her down and kissed her long and hard. "I promise."
* * *
"I don't know why you insist on staying here," Jason spooned up behind Janie on Heather's meager twin bed.
"What? You don't like sleeping close to me?" she teased.
Both of them reeked of sex.
"I love sleeping close to you," he swatted her playfully on the backside. "But this bed is lumpy and the bathroom here is a closet."
"It reminds me of being young and in college," Janie said playfully. "And I hope it makes you appreciate how nice my house is."
The mid-morning sun shone through the blinds. After going out for dinner the night before, Janie woke him up with a blowjob, then rode him until he came inside her. During the week, they stayed at her house, but ended up at Cody and Heather's on Friday night.
With a mischievous wink, Janie untangled herself from Jason and stood. His eyes lingered on her perfect form. She patted him playfully. "I need to pee."
That's when Jason heard voices from the living room. Before he could stop her, Janie pulled Jason's long t-shirt over her head and opened the bedroom door. It barely covered her up, but that was probably the point.
His heart racing, He hunted around for his boxer shorts and a t-shirt for himself.
When he finally made it out to the living room, he found Janie talking to Heather. Cody looked on sheepishly, unable to keep his gaze off of Janie's nipples which were poking out from beneath the thin t-shirt.
Jason was unable to hear what they were saying, but Heather and Janie giggled as he approached.
Setting the bottle of Diet Pepsi in her hands on the counter, Janie turned to Jason and stood up on her tiptoes, causing the t-shirt to ride up and expose her bare rear end. She kissed him on the cheek, causing him to blush uncontrollably, for he could see Cody's eyes pop out of his head. Heather was unable to contain her laughter.
Janie pulled back and winked. Then she bounded off to the bathroom.
"Oh, my god," Heather snickered, once the door closed. "She's smokin' hawt!"
"MILF city, man," Cody reached out and gave Jason a congratulatory bro-hug.
"I would kill her have her ass," the other girl said enviously.
"Yeah, me, too!" That drew Cody a punch in the shoulder from his girlfriend.
Unable to speak, Jason felt his ears burning with embarrassment.
Janie emerged from the bathroom a moment later. None of them spoke as she sauntered over to the kitchen and began going through the cabinets.
"I see beer, ketchup, butter, French onion dip, more beer . . . and milk that's three days past the expiration date," Janie looked over the contents of the fridge. She was half-bent over, intentionally oblivious to the fact that Jason and his friends could see the bottom half of her cheeks. "Oh, to be young again!"
"There's cereal in the pantry," Heather pointed out.
"Isn't there an IHOP up the road?" Janie asked.
"I think so."
"Then let's go," she said. "Someone is going to need a lot of energy today."
With another wink, Janie brushed past Jason, leaving the three teenagers to scramble out of the kitchen.
"You're an evil woman," Jason closed the door to the bedroom just as Janie shed her top.
"I'm your evil woman," she countered and then pulled his shorts down. His cock sprang out and began to harden at her touch. Janie sank down on her knees and looked up before taking the head of his cock in her mouth. "We have to hurry."
His knees weak, Jason fell back on the bed as Janie went to work on him. Her mouth worked up and down quickly. Her lips formed an airtight seal around his sex.
She was going for broke. Her tongue ran up and down the sensitive underside of his cock.
Her hands cupped his balls. There was no pretense, no romance.
In no time, Jason felt his toes begin to tingle. He tried to sit up, but she pushed him back down on to the bed.
Jason's eyes rolled back into his head as his cock exploded.
She released him from her lips and wrapped her breasts around the shaft of his prick.
Shooting off on her chest, Jason felt dizzy. His mind barely registered that she was rubbing his cum into her chest until she stood and began dressing.
Donning his t-shirt, Janie pulled a pair of shorts out of her overnight bag and pulled her hair back with a scrunchie.
"Your friends are waiting," she winked, then disappeared out the door, leaving him to wonder what had just happened.
* * *
"So do you think my breasts are too small?" As far as loaded questions, that one wasn't too bad.
"I think your breasts are perfect," Jason cupped them as the warm water cascaded over them.
Janie leaned back into his arms in the spacious stand-up shower in her master bathroom.
"Do you like them covered in your cum?"
"I like them any way I can get them," his lips raked the back of her neck, causing her nails to reflexively dig into his arms.
"What about Heather's boobs? They're nice and big."
"More than a handful is a waste." Jason may have been young, but he wasn't stupid.
"Does she always wear low-cut tops?" Janie purred as he gave her a playful squeeze. "I wanted to stick my face into her cleavage all through breakfast."
"Yeah," Jason whispered in her ear. "Cody likes her to wear stuff like that."
"And what do you like me to wear?"
"Nothing."
She swatted at him playfully.
"Yoga pants," Jason blurted out.
"I'll be sure to buy more." Janie set her hands against the tile wall and pushed her rear end back against Jason's naked body.
Both were exhausted after spending most of the day in bed. After breakfast with Cody and Heather, they returned to Janie's house and made love.
They savoured each others's touch. This was their third shower.
The water rinsed off another round of their exertions. Without another word, he turned the handle to off, and they dried off.
Wearing plush terrycloth bathrobes only long enough to change the sheets, Janie and Jason fell into one another's arms. Naked.
He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close.
"My kids are coming home tomorrow," Janie whispered, her voice shaking. "I want you to stay and meet them . . . I mean, you already know them . . . but I want you to meet them as my . . ."
She giggled nervously.
"Your what?"
"My boyfriend," Janie said.
"I'd like that," he replied once he found his voice.
Neither spoke for a long time, as they processed what this meant for their relationship.
"I don't ever want to wake up alone again," she whispered and Jason's heart skipped a beat. His fingers wrapped around hers. Janie rolled over and their foreheads touched. Their noses brushed, and they kissed gently.
Tenderly.
Then Janie started to giggle. "But that means you can't sleep naked when they're here."
"And you'll have to keep yourself from screaming," Jason returned with a smile
just as radiant as Janie's.
"Does this mean we can hold hands at taekwondo now, too?" Jason cupped her face in his hands, his fingertips tracing her cheekbones.
Janie took a deep breath. "Yes . . . of course we can."
"Good, because I'm never letting you go."
"You know all the right things to say," Janie sighed contentedly. "Even if you won't admit Heather's boobs are nicer than mine."
She let out a surprised yelp when Jason pinched her on the backside.
In return, she wrapped her arms around him and pressed her naked body to his.
"I love you, Janie." His voice was so soft she could barely hear him.
"I love you, too, Jason."
* * *
They walked into the adult black belt class on Monday night holding hands. No one said a word, although the room was filled with wide eyes and slack jaws.
Neither Jason nor Janie stopped smiling.
At least until Kim Hollandsworth landed a jump roundhouse kick to the back of Jason's head during the sparring matches. Then he was back in martial arts mode.
Sharon winked at them mischievously as they left, with Jason driving Janie's minivan. They stopped by a neighbour's who habitually watched Janie's kids when she went to taekwondo during the week.
During the drive, their phones figuratively blew up with text messages and missed calls from people wanting the scoop. Both enjoyed the mystery and feeding the rumour mill.
Janie's children knew Jason from taekwondo. They sat them down in the living room after returning home.
"How would you like it if Jason stayed with us for a while?" Janie asked.
"Are you dating?" Caroline was eleven and way too smart for her own good.
"Yes, we are," Janie replied, her eyes wide.
"So is Jason living with us?" she asked. "Like Dad and Brittany did before they got married?"
"Kind of like that," Janie frowned at the mention of her ex-husband.
"Are you getting married?" Olivia was nine and didn't talk as much as her sister, although she was just as smart.
"No, not any time soon," Janie replied, her face flush, although she should have expected these kinds of questions from her children.
Jason sat quietly, unsure of how he would fit into the family's established dynamic. The girls liked him, though, and that helped.
The three of them ended up all sitting around the dining room table doing homework before it was time for showers, a little bit of TV and then bedtime.
It was 9:30 by the time the girls were in bed. Janie and Jason curled up on the couch. The Monday Night Football game was on, but they weren't paying attention to it. After another half hour, they checked on the girls and found them asleep in their rooms.
"That's how a typical night goes around here," Janie led Jason to the bedroom, where they changed, brushed their teeth and then crawled into bed. "We have a routine. It's not very exciting."
"I just want to be with you," Jason whispered and rolled over to kiss her.
To his surprise, Janie pulled back. There was a flash of fear in her eyes. The bottom fell out of his stomach when she spoke. "We need to talk."
She stood, and Jason followed her to the dining room table. Janie reached for a legal pad and a stack of papers.
He sat in the chair next to her.
Janie's hands were shaking. Her voice was soft, but firm. "I want to talk to you us. And about money."
Neither spoke for a long moment. After a false start or two, Janie reached over and squeezed his hand. Her eyes bored right into his.
"I make enough for you to live here," she said gently, as if she was trying not to belittle or patronise him. "And I know this sounds kind of crazy, but I want . . . I want to start thinking about 'us' . . . you know . . . in kind of a long-term way."
Jason's heart skipped a beat.
"Yes, I'm getting way ahead of where we are now," Janie shook her head, as if she couldn't believe the words she was saying. "But I feel so . . . so . . . safe and comfortable when I'm with you. And I never want to let you go."
"But . . ." Jason saw where this was going.
"I have two children who come first," she said softly. "I need to look out for them . . . and myself, before I start thinking about bringing another man into my life. Their lives. I'm going to ask you a bunch of stuff about money. I need you to be completely truthful with me. And you can ask anything you want from me. Do you understand?"
Jason nodded weakly. Janie reached for her notepad.
"Do you have any credit cards?"
He shook his head.
"Do you have any student loans?"
"About seven thousand dollars so far," he said nervously as she scribbled away.
"Is your car paid off?"
"Yes."
"Who owns your car? You? Your parents?"
"I do."
"Do you have any other debts or loans out?"
"No."
Janie smiled reassuringly. "Good."
"Do you know why I want to know all of this?"
"Not really."
She sat back and stared off for a moment. "When my husband and I got married, we had just graduated from college. He is an accountant and I am a nurse. He started working right after getting his CPA and I went on to become a nurse anesthetist. Tuition alone for that was about sixty thousand dollars. Both of us had loans from undergraduate; that was a long time ago but we started life with over a hundred thousand dollars in debt."
Janie paused for a moment to take a deep breath.
"I want . . . well, I want you and I to be together," Janie's voice trailed off and she stared off wistfully for a while. She snapped back to the present and picked up her pen. "I'll make you a deal . . ."
She started a list.
"Tuition at Valencia is, what? . . . A hundred dollars a credit hour?"
He was taking a full load of classes plus a lab. "Yeah, just over three thousand for this year."
"How much are books?"
Jason thought for a second. "About four-fifty this semester."
Janie started rattling off expenses and Jason filled in the blanks. Auto insurance. Gas. Food. Cell phone.
"Here's what I'll do," she said after tallying up his costs. Even with two jobs and some financial aid, he was in the red. "If you can cover tuition and books, you can live here with us."
"But that—"
"I know," Janie smiled, and his resistance evaporated without much thought. "Most of my expenses are fixed. You living here will use a little more water and some more food, but my mortgage, satellite TV and stuff like that will cost me the same either way."
She took his hands again.
"We'll work the rest out later."
Jason sat there speechless, his mind racing, trying desperately to process what this meant for their relationship. And wondering whether this woman was his lover or his angel.
"Say, 'Thank you, Janie'," she giggled before pulling him to his feet and leading him back to the bedroom, a trail of clothes along the floor.
"Thank you, Janie," he whispered as they fell into the bed and he entered her, Janie's arms and legs wrapping him in their tender embrace.
"Win this one and I'll make all your dreams come true," Janie whispered in his ear. He had already placed first in the forms part of the competition.
"I don't see how you could top the last tournament," Jason smiled at the memory of something called the "Spanish Corkscrew" that rendered him unable to move or see straight for a good half hour.
She lifted herself up on her tiptoes and kissed him quickly on the cheek, in full view of everyone gathered around to see the final match of the men's first degree black belt sparring contest. No one said a word, although Jason was the envy of most every other guy (and some of the girls) at the tournament.
His first round was against a guy from Bradenton who had been a red belt three weeks before, and Jason won easily.
The next challenger was Aaron Byrd, who was only a few points be
hind Jason in the regional rankings.
After bowing in, Jason took the first point with a quick kick, followed by two more points with a kick to the head. Aaron got in two points of his own before Jason dispatched him.
Through the padded headgear, Jason could hear the people from his school cheering for him, but it was Janie's voice who rang the clearest.
The semi-final challenger was also no match for Jason's laser focus on winning, both for his chance at winning the title of National Champion and for the promise of mischief and love in the arms of Janie Collins.
Right before the final match, he steeled a glance over at his lover. A sizeable crowd was gathered. They were one of the later black belt groups to compete and with both Jason and Aaron in it, it was a chance to see competitors who were in the top 20 within their organization. Janie winked and blew him a kiss.
Jason couldn't suppress his smile, even with his mouthguard in. His pulse raced, knowing that before leaving the hotel for the tournament, he had filled Janie with his cum.
His opponent was skilled, but no match for the flurry of kicks and punches in Jason's arsenal. It was over after only a couple of rounds.
There was short trophy presentation, then his tournament group was dismissed.
Janie pushed her way through those gathered to congratulate him. She jumped into his arms and gave him an eager, but socially-appropriate kiss. Jason was equally quick to show his affection for Janie, but after a quick hug, made sure to shake hands and high-five those who came to see him and share his victory.
As he packed away his sparring gear, Mike Keller came up to him and flipped his iPad around. "You're basically locked into the top ten in your division. With Nationals only a month away, you've got a six point lead on Aaron in seventh place and nine points on that kid from Iowa in eighth place. The four guys behind them would have to go to five tournaments in four weeks to knock you out. Now we just have to get you to St. Louis . . ."
"We're going to Nationals," Janie interrupted. Jason smiled and shrugged. He didn't know how they were going to pay for it or get time off, but Janie's tone made it clear the issue was not up for discussion.
Over the past couple of months, it seemed they had spent their weekends at taekwondo tournaments. Most were within driving distance, although there were a couple of overnights in there, too. Jason didn't know how they were paying for the trips; Janie didn't tell him and he didn't ask. Master Robertson had made arrangements to cover his entry fees. After all, each tournament only cost him twenty five dollars, but having a national champion at his school could be a nice selling point.
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