36 Inches: A MFMM Romantic Comedy

by Alexis Angel

She’s watching her step, probably still thinking about the way that she bumped into me only a few minutes ago.

  “Jason, I should go.”

  “To do what?”

  She opens her mouth and then closes it again. It’s clear that my question hit a nerve. She has no place to go. Otherwise, she wouldn’t be looking for my mom for some girl talk. She doesn’t work. No babies to look after. There’s no place she has to go, and she knows it as much as I do.

  “I need to…”

  She’s searching for the words, so I put her mind at rest.

  “I’ll get you some water. You can sit down and keep me company.”

  She chuckles, “Now that Bethany’s left, you need company? But by the look of things, you told her to go. She didn’t want to.”

  I clear my throat, a little trick that I learned from Coach. He says whenever we get asked awkward questions, and we can’t think of the answer, just clear our throats to buy some time.

  “Because you were outside and you looked as if you could do with someone to talk to.”

  She nods as she avoids my eye contact.

  I decide to head to the fridge and get her something to drink. Maybe a beer. Mom never used to keep alcohol in the house, but as I got older, she started changing things around. I knew one thing for sure, Jennifer looks as if she needs something stronger than water.

  I hand her the bottle; she hesitates at first and then I wonder if I should I be handing her a bottle or should I be pouring it into a glass?

  She answers the question that’s flowing through my mind as she stretches out her hand and gently touches mine. Fuck! Her fingers are so delicate. I get a hard-on just gently touching them and imagining them running all over my body.

  “You’re too hot to not relax some,” I tell her, not wanting to her to be any bad kind of tense.

  She nearly chokes as she takes a swing of the beer.

  “Really? You’re such a charmer.”

  I shake my head as I look into her eyes. I'm honest about her; she has so such much sex appeal going on and I don’t even think that she knows it.

  “Seriously, those shorts and your hair tied up in a bun like that. It’s hot.”

  She moves as I get closer toward her, but then she hits the counter and then she stops. She puts the bottle down and her voice trembles.

  “Jason, you’re the same age as Daniel, we shouldn’t be talking like this.”

  “Is he home?”

  She shakes her head. “No. But he’s coming back soon.”

  I stroke her face and she closes her eyes. Fuck! It’s been a while since she’s been touched, I bet if I put a finger between her legs, her pussy’s starting to get wet.

  “Mom’s not coming home until tomorrow morning, and you’re home alone. There’s nothing to stop you staying over. You could stay and watch me until my mom comes back home.”

  She opens her eyes, and I realize that I said the wrong thing. Fuck! I’ve never seduced an older woman before, and I knew at that precise moment I was saying the wrong thing as she completely backed away from me.

  She catches my hand and says, “Jason. You’re a sweet boy. But I need to go. Just tell Carla that I came to say hi.”

  She doesn’t give me a chance to say anything else as she puts the bottle down and heads back out of the kitchen. I look down at my throbbing hard cock. I need to play things out better next time. I know that there will be one. Until, then I need to get in the shower, get rid of any trace of Bethany and erase any thoughts of Jennifer out of my head.

  Jennifer

  I rush home, unable to keep my heart from racing and my breathing quickening. My panties are soaking wet and I can’t get into my house fast enough. I close my door and slam my back against it. I tear off my clothes and start touching myself like a starved woman. I crave every moment of what Jason has to offer, even if I only enjoy it in my mind and with my hands inside my home. I can’t believe I just rushed home to masturbate to think about a college boy that’s friends with my son that’s his age!

  I can’t keep my hands off myself, squeezing my tits and moaning, thinking about him fucking me. It’s so wrong, he’s my son’s best friend. But I want him, I want him so fucking badly and I can’t resist touching myself thinking about it.

  I thought I might be worn out from last night, but I’m not. I’m aching to touch myself. I think about how I wish Jason knew how wet I am right now, and the wickedness of the thought sends and erotic thrill through me.

  My hands stop touching the rest of my body because I need to focus on my pussy.

  I press my finger against my G-spot and hold it there, feeling that sweet electricity pooling in my muscles to sate the ache inside me that Jason created. My other hand is busy with my clit, and a tidal wave of ecstasy already looms large on the horizon of my mind. It’s coming for me, and it’s going to pull me down into the depths of pleasure. I didn’t know that I could come so intensely after how I kept myself up last night.

  I press my legs together as that wave crashes against me, pleasure hitting me so fiercely that I throw my head back so fast against the door that I almost fall backward.

  Hissing through my gritted teeth, it feels as if I’ve just stepped on a live electric wire. My muscles are twitching hard, and I can even feel my eyes rolling in their orbits.

  I’m breathing so hard it’s almost a miracle I haven’t passed out, but I’m still conscious—at least for the time being.

  I have never come so hard in my life. My legs are shaking and I’m shivering. I’m not cold. My whole body feels like it is on fire. I just have never felt such a rush of cum shoot from my body, or so intensely. I mean, I’ve flirted with boys, before I married Tom. I mean Jason is a man now…but I can’t believe what just happened.

  I also can’t believe that I barely feel satisfied even though I just had the most incredible orgasm of my life. I want more.

  I want so much more.

  The worst part is that I know…I want Jason more than anything. How can I be so attracted to him?

  If I’m being honest, I know it is because part of me is exhilarated by being noticed. Jason finds me attractive. He told me. He hit on me. I know he wanted me, like wanted to fuck me.

  Even though he’d just been fucking that young girl, he wanted me. Jason noticed that I needed company.

  Fuck, this is all so screwed up but I can’t seem to feel truly guilty. I really want what I want…and what’s so wrong with me being satisfied?

  Of course I’m greedy and horny right now. I’d never want to hurt my son, Daniel. Fucking his best friends would probably hurt him very much. Carla has always been friendly toward me. I can’t think about fucking her son.

  It is all so wrong. I want to stop thinking it all.

  So why do I run my fingers down my sticky thighs, scoop up the cum, and lick it off my fingers with nothing but a smile?

  I can’t believe how wicked I feel right now, and how much I like it.

  I should stop, but I can’t make myself.

  Jennifer

  “Hey, Jenny,” Carla says as she comes through the back door.

  I’m outside in the pool, trying to stop myself from being indoors. If I’m inside then I’ll keep masturbating, and I need to stop constantly touching myself thinking about my son’s best friend. I’m trying to relax, and I was wondering if Jason had passed on my message about coming to see her two days ago.

  “Jason told me that you came to see me,” Carla says, answering my unspoken question. “Sorry, but the last couple of days at the hospital have been crazy. I haven’t had the chance to come around or even spend any time with Jason.”

  I nod, all of a sudden thinking that Jason probably loved it and invited Bethany to come over. He hasn’t even attempted to try and come over since he got me hot and bothered and sent me on a masturbation cruise. I never had desires like this when I was married to Tom.

  “Hey, did I say something wrong?” she quizzes as she sits on the edge of the pool.


  “Sorry, I was just distracted. I came round to talk about…You know. I suppose maybe I’m just feeling lonely. Or down. Or maybe a bit of both?”

  I shrug as I try and figure out what’s going on inside my head. I realize that I wanted to talk to her about it, but the more I think about it, I can’t figure out what’s going on inside my head let alone talk to her about it. I don’t know myself what to do.

  “Okay, take it easy. I have about twenty minutes until I need to get back to the hospital. I’m all yours until then!”

  She moves her shades above her head as if to give me her undivided attention as she crosses her legs and sits on the tiles.

  I shake my head. “No. Let me get out. You’re sitting in the sun. Besides I wanted a bit of a tan, not to completely roast my body.”

  She laughs as I get out.

  “Jennifer, you’re so lucky. You’ve everything in the right place, and we’ve both had one child.”

  “Yes, but I’m a good few years younger than you.”

  She sighs. “I suppose that’s the beauty of having your kids early. You still get to be young and enjoy life.”

  As I wrap my towel around me. I laugh, “Yesterday I felt like a naughty school girl just buying this bikini. I’ve always gone for one piece swimsuits.”

  “Oh no, but you have a lovely figure, Jenny, why would you do that?”

  She’s the only one that calls me Jenny. It makes me feel as if she’s a true friend. The only one that I have near home, then again even out away from home I don’t have any.

  “Because I had a husband that never wanted to touch me and I just thought that I disgusted him or something…that’s why.”

  She whispers as she looks around as if anyone can hear her, “You mean up until they found the body you never knew that he was gay?”

  I sigh as my mind flashes back to the first time I knew that something was up with our marriage and we both sit down under the umbrella. Without the sun beating on us and in the shade I felt more relaxed to talk about exactly how I felt about Tom.

  “I caught him once. I can’t believe that I’m saying it out loud. I told myself that if I ever did then it would be true and I didn’t want it to be true.”

  She’s looking at me eagerly to get to the point. I know that I’m talking in riddles, but it’s one of many things that I don’t like to talk about. Especially now that Tom’s dead, it almost feels as if I’m speaking badly about him, because I know that he’s not around to defend himself.

  “I went grocery shopping one day and came home, and I saw him looking at gay porn. But it started before then. I knew. Or at least had a feeling, but for some crazy reason, until I saw the porn, I never wanted to admit to myself that there was something wrong with our marriage. I always thought that it was just me.”

  She smiles and takes my hand.

  “You’re too beautiful to feel that way about yourself. I wish that I didn’t have to work and then we could go out. Maybe getting out there and feeling like a woman again.”

  I laugh. “Our marriage was arranged. I married Tom because our parents thought that we would be a good match. The only time we’d had sex was on our honeymoon. That’s why we only had one kid. Daniel.”

  She tilts her head to the side. “And you never knew he was gay until you saw the porn?”

  I confess, “I knew. I just didn’t want to admit it, and like everything in my life, I just swept it under the carpet.”

  “What do you mean?”

  I say, “Well, I thought that I was staying with Tom because he was a good dad and I didn’t want Daniel growing up without a dad.”

  Shoot! I think about Carla being a single mom, and I don’t want her to think that I’m insulting her. Before I get a chance to speak, she says, “I know what you mean. It’s really hard work.”

  “Anyway, it was only after Tom died and I started clearing out his things that I started looking at his photos. You know the ones that he kept on his phone. In his wallet and even some that he kept in the study and you know what I discovered?”

  She moves closer to me as curiosity gets the better of her.

  “That they were of him and sometimes of his friends. But none of them were of me. I expected that, but none were of him and Daniel. Not one.”

  “Oh.”

  I tell her what’s been going through my mind. The real reason that I’ve been feeling restless.

  “I could deal with him being into men and put up with this marriage because I thought that he was a good dad. Seeing the reality of the situation hit me. I saw that he wasn’t a good dad. I just stayed in this marriage for my selfish reasons. To have a home. Not to be alone, but in reality, I was just unhappy.”

  Her eyes dart to her phone, I know that she probably has to go to work.

  “Damn! I need to go, and there’s so much more to say. Look one night, I’ll try and get one night off, or I can send Jason to keep you company,” she says as she wraps her arms around me trying to give me a friendly hug.

  “No. I’m fine. I’m just here thinking too much. That’s what happens with an idle mind.”

  She nods her head, but then hesitates probably confused about my reaction when she suggested Jason comes over.

  That’s when I hear his voice.

  “Did I hear someone mention my name?”

  Jason comes round the back. Did he see Carla come behind there or something? The guy just doesn’t seem to be able to take no for an answer. I’m friends with his mother. He’s friends with my son. He needs to keep away. And he’s wearing some briefs that are leaving nothing to the imagination about the muscles that I’ve already seen are underneath.

  “No. Your mom was just leaving.”

  Carla darts me a look. “Sorry, I thought that you could do with company. Jason, maybe you should come back another time when Daniel’s home.”

  I shake my head thinking that I'm selfish. Maybe I'm too hasty, and I’ve obviously made Carla feel uncomfortable with my outbursts.

  “I'm just silly. It’s not an issue. Maybe you’re right, and I do need the company.”

  Jason kisses Carla on the cheek. “Mom, don't worry, I’ll be a perfect gentleman.”

  His mom smiles at me, but then waves a finger at him. A warning. Something that I would do with Daniel. Something to say that he should behave.

  I give her a reassuring smile as Jason comes near me. He’s so damn close as that he doesn’t even wait to check to see if Carla’s gone. Instead, he growls as I stand and hold my towel so damn tight that I’m nearly sweating.

  “Are you going to sit there and hug your towel all afternoon or are you going to join me in the pool?”

  He doesn't wait for a response before he jumps into the pool. I wish that I could go inside and get one of the many swimsuits that I used to wear when I was married to Tom. I’d bought the bikini because of the way that Jason made me feel that day. Or maybe subconsciously, I’d bought it because I wanted him to see me in it?

  Jason

  Holy fuck!

  “Jennifer, come over here and keep me company!”

  I'm playing with her; I only came to dip in the pool. I have so much work that I need to be getting on with this summer. I didn’t tell Mom about my grades. They weren’t that great considering it was my first year in college. I should be studying, the coach talked to a few of the professors about my lack of ‘academic achievement’ and they gave me some work to do over the summer. The coach said that I should aim for an hour per day. I’ve only been back two days, and so far all I’ve done is spy over the wall to see if Jennifer’s in the pool or anywhere outside of her house, so that I could have an excuse to come and see her. The moment I saw her climb into the pool I took up the opportunity to come over. I tried to find my skimpiest briefs, but I didn’t expect Mom to be here. I thought that she was going straight to work. I wasn’t listening as she called out because I was on a fucking mission and it started and ended with our neighbor, Jennifer.

  “Jason, don�
��t you have any friends that you could be hanging around with?”

  I do, but I don’t want to be anywhere but with her. I bet she’s been begging for me ever since she came over to the house. She may be playing hard to get, but she’s not fooling anyone. Most of all not me. I know that she wants to strip and give me a little taste of what she has under that towel. I’ve never seen her in a bikini. She always used to go in the pool in a one piece swimsuit. Part of me wonders if I’m the reason for the change in swimwear.

  “Yes, but don’t you want my company?”

  She hesitates as she replies with her voice trembling, “I could do with you putting some lotion on me. The sun’s burning my skin; it’s pretty hot today.”

  Damn right!

  I know that she wants me here and I’m not backing down today. I’m not taking no for an answer. I’ll give her time, I have the whole fucking summer, but I know that once Daniel comes home, we won’t have the same opportunity as we do at the moment. This is the best time for us to get started and once we do, she won’t regret it.

  “Are you sure that you want me to put lotion on you?”

  She nods her head and has the towel wrapped around her body as if it’s a second skin.

  I jump out of the pool like a jack-in-the-box. I don’t think of anything clever to say, not like I tried to do the last time we were alone. We’re alone, so I’m going to tell her how I feel. She’ll know that it’s not a game that I’m playing, but I’m serious about her.

  She hands me a towel that’s next to her, and I start drying my body, slowly paying attention to the one place that she has her eye fixed on at the moment. I’ve been thinking about when she came to the house. Jennifer saw Bethany leaving and then I was hitting on Jennifer. She probably just thinks that I go around seducing anyone with a pussy, but it’s not like that with her. I want Jennifer to know that I’m here for a reason and it’s not just to get it on with her.

  “It’s as if I’ve wanted to get close to you forever and now I’m here. I don’t know what to do about it.”

  Fuck!

  I never say how I feel about anyone or anything. I’m the cocky one. The guy that just says something to get exactly what he wants, emotions and confessions are never part of the equation.