by Luke Young
Jillian glared at her skeptically. Glancing down, Victoria noticed David’s replica still standing at attention on the coffee table. She motioned to Rob to grab it, but he looked at her, confused. Jillian caught Victoria’s hand motion and began to turn toward the table, so Victoria said in a loud, whiny voice, “Yesterday was David’s and my anniversary of exactly one month before…”
Welling up with fake tears, she grabbed Jillian tight for a hug. Her eyes wide, Jillian awkwardly wrapped her arms around Victoria as she continued, “I was having a rough night.” Victoria mouthed to Rob, “THE DILDO,” as she pointed to it and glared at him. While letting out a gape-mouthed, nearly silent laugh, he quickly grabbed it and waved it around, mockingly pointing it at both women.
Victoria squeezed her friend more tightly. “It’s one month before our wedding anniversary. David sent me those two-dozen carnations. You remember, I told you about—”
“Sure. Oh, you poor…” Bringing her hand up to stroke Victoria’s hair, Jillian melted a little. “Sorry about that. I, uh… Is there anything I can do?”
“No… I don’t think… I, uh…” She looked at Rob, who was still holding the dildo while wearing an immature grin. Directing it at his face, he opened his mouth, as if he were about to take it inside, and raised his eyebrows. She waved angrily at him; he rolled his eyes, shoved the replica under the cushion, and shrugged his shoulders, frowning. Victoria exhaled deeply and released her death grip on Jillian.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Jillian asked.
“I’m better now.”
Stepping back, Jillian looked at Rob. “Sorry you had to find out about Brian and… you know, us that way. I meant to tell you, but I could never find the right time.”
He folded his arms across his chest. “Really? Brian Nash?”
“You don’t think he’s a great guy?”
“I do, but…”
Jillian gave him a hopeful look. “If you really don’t want me to marry him, then I’ll—”
“No. If you’re happy, I guess I’m happy for you.”
She looked at him, a little shocked, and then gave him a bright smile. “I am happy, but I want to be sure you’re okay with this.”
Relaxing his posture, he nodded at her. “It’s a little creepy, but I’ll survive. I guess it’s better than you marrying that weird religious guy you told me about… This whole Laura thing caused me to kind of lose it, maybe more than I would have otherwise. Also, I can’t find a job and…”
Jillian opened her arms, inviting him in for a hug. He stood and moved to her. As they embraced, Victoria noticed the crack of his ass sticking out of his old, worn-out boxers as they hung on his body. Her heart rate quickened as she worried about Jillian noticing her son’s exposure.
Turning to Victoria with a tear streaming down her cheek, Jillian gave her a smile.
Victoria returned an uneasy one. “Um, do you want to stay for breakfast?”
“Oh, no. I just wanted to make sure he was okay.”
“Okay, then.”
“I’ve got to go.” Jillian looked back at Rob. “Come home when you’re ready, and we can talk more about it.”
“I will.”
Jillian stood motionless for a moment, glancing at the two of them, her suspicion creeping back. Forcing those thoughts from her head, she delivered a comforting smile to Victoria. “If you want to talk about the David thing, call me later.”
“Okay, thanks.”
After closing the door, Victoria took a deep breath and looked at Rob. “Shit! Why did we do this?”
“I’ll tell you why… It was fucking amazing!”
“Yeah…” Her heart raced and she suddenly felt her mouth go dry. “It was incredible, but… don’t go… uh… buying me flowers, or anything. This can’t happen again, and we can never, ever tell her or anyone else. Got that?”
“Sure, but where the hell did you learn to suck cock like that? I mean, you’re, like, a blowjob expert.”
After blushing for a moment, she came back to her senses. “Promise me. Tell no one.”
“Who, me… what? Don’t worry about me. I’ll never say a word.”
He gave her a sexy smile before moving his gaze down to the bulge growing in his boxers. “Look, you got me worked up again just thinking about your lips wrapped around my dick. Since we’re never going to do it again, do you wanna maybe just once more…?” He motioned toward her bedroom with a head nod.
Glancing down at his boxers, she shook her head in disbelief. “I’m going to pretend you didn’t ask me that.” After pointing toward his clothes draped across the chair, she turned and disappeared behind her bedroom door.
He frowned as he began putting on his clothes.
12
Rob returned home minutes later. Brian was sitting out by the pool, drinking a beer. Jillian and Rob stood by the back door, staring out at him.
She placed her hand on his shoulder. “Are you okay with this?”
“Yeah, I am.”
“He feels so bad about this. Can you go out there and make him feel better?”
She handed him two beers, and he walked out and sat in the lounge chair next to Brian. Glancing over to him with a sorrowful look, Brian shrugged his shoulders. “Sorry about last night.”
Rob grinned. “Nice dick.” He handed Brian a beer.
“Sorry about that, too.”
“If I was gay, you would definitely be my type.”
They each took a big gulp from their beers, looked at each other with straight faces, then broke into a smile. Brian’s smile slowly faded, and he looked at Rob with a serious expression. “Your mom… Really, I didn’t intend, uh… It just happened.”
“I know.”
They took another hit from their beers. Rob said, “Well, I did fuck Natalie in the ass and all. Even when you guys were still…”
“Yeah, you did, you little prick.” Brian broke into a slight grin.
“But it’s not like I fucked your mom in the ass or anything.”
Before Rob finished getting it out, Brian, subconsciously, launched into an exploration of four uniquely separate emotions. First was amusement, since the comment—although inappropriate—was pretty funny. Second was lust, since he’d actually done that to Rob’s mother, and it was magical (the image flashed in his mind). Third was guilt, since he had actually DONE that to Rob’s mother, and it was FUCKING MAGICAL (the image of Rob catching them doing that flashed in his mind). And finally, fourth was revulsion, since an image of Rob and Beverly, Brian’s mother, doing exactly that flashed into his mind and stuck for way, way, way too freaking long.
Closing his eyes, Brian tried to think of something, really anything, else. When that failed, he simply gave Rob a nervous look and guzzled his beer.
After taking a big sip of his own, Rob looked at him. “Just joking. I would never, you know… your mom’s ass.”
Brian gave him a supportive nod. “I know.”
Rob took a deep breath and stared at him. “I’m starting to understand how a guy our age could be attracted, really attracted, to an older woman.”
Brian didn’t know what to make of the comment but smiled in support anyway.
Rob stared out at the pool in a trancelike state as he said slowly, “They know so much about, uh…” He shook his head. “I mean, I think they’re more experienced in…” Turning to Brian’s bewildered stare, he cleared his throat. “I’m just going to shut up now.”
After a moment of silence, Brian looked back at him. “Jillian’s actually not that much older than I am.”
“I know, you jerk. You lied to me all those years.” Rob sneered at him with mock-anger.
“I didn’t want you to think I was a loser.”
“You are a loser.”
Rob put his beer out to clink with Brian’s. “Congratulations, Dad.”
Brian clinked his beer. “Thanks, Son.”
After sharing a chuckle, they each took a big gulp. Rob gave him a lethally serio
us look. “Break her heart, and I’ll kill you.”
“I won’t.”
“Put your penis back on my face, and I’ll really kill you.”
“That will never happen again. It was all Victoria’s idea. I mean…” Brian looked away with his words trailing off and praying he wouldn’t need to explain.
Rob gave him a strange look and decided not to ask as they both stared out toward the pool.
Jillian drove Brian to the airport a few hours later. He had two more days of training in New Jersey, and then he was to pick up the new car he had ordered. It would be his first one ever. From there, he would pack everything he owned (which wasn’t much) from his parents’ home in Delaware, load it into the car, drive down to Miami and finally, move in with Jillian. He had a few days off before reporting to the Miami office for his new assignment. Brian and Jillian decided to fly together to Delaware to meet his parents during that short break. His parents were extremely curious about this older woman who was now such an important part of their son’s life.
13
The next day, Victoria began her summer class. She also secured a position as a teacher’s assistant for a Psychology 301 class during the first summer session. She was told the TA experience would look good on her application if she decided to go on and get her doctorate degree. During the first day of class, she was brought up to the front of the group of twenty male and nine female students and introduced as the assistant; all but one of the male students claimed to need help—a lot of help.
On her third day of classes, John spotted Victoria walking on campus. Rushing over, he thanked her for sending the e-mail with all the links for therapies for his little bedroom problems. He apologized for not replying. He was just too embarrassed. He told her he’d spent a lot of time reviewing the links and trying the techniques and had experienced some success. Sharing with her that he’d been working on it, he said things were moving along. He mentioned that some of the exercises did require a partner, as she had suggested in her e-mail, and she gave him a sexy smile. He told her he had to run, because he was on his way to football practice, but he gave her an open invitation to visit any time she wanted. She happily accepted and showed up the next day.
As she sat in the bleachers watching the group of eighty muscular, young, elite college athletes beat the crap out of each other on the field, she was more than a little aroused. There had only been her one night with Rob, and she still felt sex-starved since that night was nothing more than a drunken, guilt-ridden blur. She craved some guilt-free memorable fucking, and she wanted it soon.
Evaluating the players, not on their athletic ability but on their fuckability, she was in her glory. Several players were at the top of her list, but at least twenty of them were good enough to take home. John had stopped over when she first arrived and told her that after practice he would give her a tour of his office and the locker room. Grinning, she was hoping the locker room would be filled with showering men.
John brought her into his office through a side door, and she had a seat on the sofa. She could hear the raucous voices of the team in the adjoining locker room. Glancing at the wall of windows with drawn blinds that stood between her and all those players, who were probably naked, she crossed her legs to contain her excitement. This was a fantasy come true.
When the door from the locker area opened, and one of the assistant coaches poked his head into the room, she struggled to look around him to catch a glimpse of the men inside. He said, “Debbie wants to see you…” He rolled his eyes. “Um, now.”
John sighed. The assistant coach quickly looked Victoria over, smiled, and then slipped away. John said, “It’s the athletic director… Sorry, I’ll only be a couple of minutes at the most.”
“Oh, don’t worry about me. Take all the time you need with your boss.” She gave him a bright smile.
After he left the room, she waited almost ten seconds before rushing to peek through the blinds. She found a scene ripped from one of her fantasies. There were at least forty guys in various states of undress. She had never seen so much cock in one room. Looking right, she spotted part of the communal shower area through an entryway and could see two naked black guys with long penises soaping themselves up as they joked around. She looked left just as a huge hulk of a player, who must have been three hundred fifty pounds, bent over, pushed his jock strap down and exposed his huge, sweaty, hairy balls and enormous ass just a few feet from her view. Shuddering, she quickly averted her eyes to the right and began a Jaclynesque narrative in her mind. She picked out her six favorites and inserted them in the story…
Athletic director Victoria Wilde walked into the shower room perfectly naked. In the center of the room, a rain showerhead hung from above, and surrounding the room were six showerheads, two on each wall. Walking past the six hot, young men showering against the walls, she sauntered over to stand under the fall of the gently flowing warm water. She closed her eyes and tipped her face toward the ceiling, letting the water kiss her hair and body.
All eyes were on her as she moved from under the spray and slowly turned, drinking in the six perfect athletes, each with his distinctly shaped, flaccid penis hanging before her. Licking her lips, Victoria wore a sexy smile. She put her hands between her legs and began slowly stroking herself. Gazing at the prospects, she announced, “Who wants to make this team?”
All six men raised their hands high as they stood at attention.
“Show me what you have. I want to see you at your best. I expect 110%! Show me now!”
The six took hold of their penises and began to stroke them. Spinning around slowly, she enjoyed the show, as the cocks grew right before her eyes.
When they all reached full size, she took her time studying them and noting in her mind what she liked most about each one. All had a unique feature or two that she wanted to explore. Some were long; some were thick. Others had fat heads, and others didn’t. But all were delicious and perfect in their own way.
She spun around once more, growing dizzy from the array of choices before her and pondering which to visit first. Parting her lips, she stared directly at one; she had made her choice. Pointing to her lucky man, she motioned for him to join her. He grinned at his envious competitors as he headed to the center of the room. Once he reached her, she slipped to her knees and planted tiny kisses over his abdomen. His erection flinched and throbbed with anticipation.
She pulled back and took hold of it. Opening her mouth wide, she closed her eyes, and—
There was a quick knock at the door, and it popped open. A tall, lean, good-looking football player wearing only a towel stepped inside. Scanning the room, his eyes settled on Victoria, who was still peering through the blinds with intense focus.
“Oh, sorry,” he muttered, yanking her from her fantasy. Surprised, she hurriedly moved away from the window.
He grinned at her and said in a southern accent, “Sorry, miss. I shouldn’t have barged in here like that. I was looking for Coach.”
“I was just, uh, curious what was behind that window.” She gazed at him with her face flushed crimson.
“I’m Chase. You the coach’s daughter?”
She smiled. “Now, you know I’m not… But aren’t you sweet?”
“You’re just about the prettiest thing I’ve seen all day.”
Drinking in his body in that towel, she stopped briefly at the sizeable lump protruding from his groin before looking him in the eye. “John stepped out for a minute.”
“I saw you watching. So, how do we look?” Chase asked.
She stared at him with her eyes wide, busted. “Oh, I didn’t see anything, um… What?”
He chuckled. “Out on the field. How’d we look?”
“Oh, sorry… Great. You guys look great.” She stared at the floor, mortified.
Looking at her closely, he narrowed his eyes. “Aren’t you the TA in Psych 301?”
Her eyes brightened as she returned to his chiseled face. “I am.”
> “I thought I recognized you.”
“How do you like the class?”
“It’s good, but I’m struggling a little. That paper we have to write… I need a topic.”
“I have office hours every Monday at four. Come see me if you need help.”
“I will.” He stared into her eyes. “Well, I hope you come to another practice. I’ll stop back later to see the coach. I should go get dressed.”
“Nice to meet you.”
“Oh, the pleasure was all mine.”
Nodding to her politely, he left the room. She paused a moment before raising her eyebrows as she returned to the window. Peering through the blinds, she watched while Chase strolled to his locker. The room was mostly empty; at least, as far as she was concerned it was. He removed his towel, and she stared at his tight ass as he faced away from her. Turning to face her, he put his leg up on the bench and began to dry his legs, his large flaccid penis hanging down halfway to his knees.
Victoria breathed out deeply. God, he was sexy!
Glancing with a smile at the window, he stared right at the tiny slit where Victoria was peering at him. She parted her lips as her eyes went from his face to his chest and abs, then back to his groin. He had a good-looking penis, she thought. She wondered how much better looking it was when hard.
Toweling off his groin area, he pushed his equipment up and out toward her while wearing a proud grin. She gasped. Spreading the blinds wider apart, she took a closer look at his prize before making eye contact with him. He looked to be chuckling at her, but that didn’t deter her or cause him to cover up. After dropping his towel on the bench, he reached back into his locker at an odd angle, in an obvious attempt to keep his manhood on display as he grabbed his underwear. He pulled his boxer briefs on, adjusted his abundant package, and slowly turned away.
With the show now over, Victoria moved her attention to the center of the office. She was completely worked up from the experience. Sighing, she sat on the sofa and picked up a Sports Illustrated.
