Taming Ms Steele Bundle

by Bella Beaumont

  But why was she calling out Colton’s name? The hell is that all about?

  He wanted answers. But the more he thought about it, the harder he got, and the more uncomfortable his erection made him.

  At least he’d realized that there was no one else in the room with his mom. The way the bed squeaked, and the lack of another voice—especially after the festivities died down—made it clear that she was in there solo, having the time of her life all alone.

  Maybe he didn’t want answers after all. He could live in blissful ignorance and pretend that he hadn’t heard what he thought he’d heard.

  But Jack and Will would never let him live it down, because they had heard. Shit, the rest of the football team would probably know by morning that Ethan’s gorgeous mom had been crooning like Beyoncé in there.

  Fuck, what a pickle, he thought.

  A minute later, he heard footsteps fall on the carpet in his mom’s room.

  His heart leaped up to his throat and he backed away from the door. The soft pitter-patter of Jenny’s feet sounded out, but it seemed like they were growing fainter, like she was heading away from the door. Maybe the bathroom.

  Either way, he didn’t stick around to find out. He crept away from the door as quietly as he could, still worried that his footfalls would make the floorboards squeak and he would be discovered eavesdropping on his mother’s masturbation session.

  Talk about embarrassing.

  Also, his boner made it hard to walk, it was so tightly squeezed against his pants.

  Ethan grimaced and made it to his room. He immediately shut the door and whipped his pants off.

  He sat on his bed in his boxers, a little tent forming in his lap. He dragged his boxers to his knees, and his little cock popped out. It waved in the air like a dinky mini banana and curved back toward his body.

  His cock was a little more than four inches hard. He’d never had a girlfriend, so he didn’t know how his prowess would measure up in the bedroom, but he had a vivid imagination.

  Ethan always loved daydreaming about ripping off girl’s tops and watching as their fat tits plopped out. He smiled in football practice sometimes, from the bench—he was the kicker—and imagined bending over the cheerleaders and taking turns on their luscious asses.

  It was never a good call to get a boner while playing ball, especially in those tights—where everyone would be able to see his cock outline and know how small he was—but it still occasionally happened.

  At least he wasn’t like Colton, whose raging boner would probably split his jersey pants wide open!

  Yeah, he thought miserably, at least I’m not a freak of nature . . .

  His right hand wrapped around his cock and he started jerking himself off. The head of his wiener just barely showed over the edge of his enclosed palm.

  He leaned back on his bed and kicked his feet out. His little nutsack bounced around between his legs while he choked his chicken.

  His striped boxers were still ringed around his knees.

  He started to close his eyes as he got into it, and was ashamed at the lewd thoughts playing in his mind. He wasn’t thinking about bending over any cheerleaders, such as Colton’s ridiculously hot girlfriend. No . . . the sounds that his mom had been making turned him on.

  It was something that would never leave the twisted cage of his mind. No one could ever know that he was jerking off to the idea of seeing his mother’s big cow tits flopping around while a gray figure railed her.

  Suddenly, the door to his room opened.

  Mom’s head poked in through the doorway.

  “D-Don’t come in!” he screamed reflexively, his knees bunching up toward his chest.

  “Oh my G-God!” Jenny wailed, a hand going to her mouth. “Ethan!”

  Ethan hid himself quickly—it’s not like there was much to hide—but the damage was done.

  She’d seen everything.

  In a split second, Ethan’s world came tumbling down.

  Jenny had seen her son’s hand wrapped around his skinny little cock, and watched it like a trainwreck as it bobbed toward his body when he went into the fetal position.

  She knew that dick anywhere—her ex-husband had a very similar one.

  Poor boy.

  Her face was bright red with embarrassment as she started to close the door behind her, facing the ground. “I—I—I’m so sorry, Ethan, I didn’t know you were home!”

  How could this happen!? Ethan’s mind screamed. He was at a loss for words. Just two minutes earlier, he had been about to burst into his mother’s room and would have seen her playing with herself. She would have been so ashamed and embarrassed!

  But now the tables had turned. She had walked in on him, and he could hardly live with himself.

  Just as quickly as she’d arrived and ruined his life, she was gone, the door closed behind her.

  Ethan’s cock instantly went limp and dangly.

  This wasn’t the first time Mom had caught him masturbating, but it was the first time in years. It was the first time since he’d come of age and was no longer a minor.

  And yet, he still had a minor cock.

  Ethan stayed in the fetal position for a long time, until he almost brought himself to tears. He knew his mom was a kind woman—she would never tell anyone about this, of course.

  But he also knew that she would forever look at him differently, probably. Whenever she stared at him with a sad look in her eyes, he would know where the source of that sadness came from.

  “You’re not a real man, Ethan. Your little peen is nothing compared to your friend Colton’s big honking cockslab!” Mom’s voice said in his head, even though he knew she would never dare say something so cruel.

  “Fucking hell . . .” he muttered to himself, his throat catching.

  JENNY TRIED TO BLOCK out the sight of her son’s small dick from her head, but it was nearly impossible. She felt so damn guilty and stupid—she should have known that he was home when she’d seen his door was closed!

  But after she’d finished her bed-rocking orgasm, she thought she had heard footsteps outside of her room. It had scared her.

  She had even called out Ethan’s name—frightened that a burglar was in the house—but he had already closed his door and hadn’t heard her.

  It was a terrible mix-up, but what was done was done.

  She couldn’t change what happened. They would just have to live with it and get past it.

  Also, if she had heard footsteps, like she was almost positive she had, did that mean that Ethan had been listening to her pleasuring herself?

  “Oh . . . God . . .” she thought as realization hit her, once she was back in her bedroom with the door closed.

  I was screaming like a possessed succubus! Fuck! I had no idea Ethan was home! Could he have heard me yelling out Colton’s name? Please, baby Jesus, don’t let that be the case . . .

  She had to leave. She needed fresh air. She thought she was having a panic attack. Her adrenaline was rushing and her heart was hammering so hard.

  At that very moment, she heard a buzz and a moment later her body jerked. Her nerve-endings frayed as the shock of the cunt fiddle worked her body over once again.

  She couldn’t live like a fucktoy anymore. She’d only had the pussy pincher inside of her for an hour or two, and she was already feeling over-stimulated and fried.

  An idea formed in her head, and she went to her phone on the nightstand. As the idea took shape, she smiled to herself.

  Colton had been so damn rude and evil, she wanted to get back at him.

  Her mind never seemed to tell her that this was a terrible, bad idea. She was in revenge mode, full on, and her fingers flew over the keypad.

  She looked at the screen and saw it was only a little after 8 p.m. It was still early.

  She texted Colton:

  Enough games. We need to meet.

  A few seconds later, Colton responded:

  Ah, is my little toy pissing you off?

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nbsp; Jenny: Everything’s pissing me off. Why are u torturing me?

  Colton: you want to feel me huh

  Jenny: No I don’t want to. I NEED to. Look what you’ve done to me, Colton.

  Colton: Ha ha

  Jenny: It’s not funny. We need to meet.

  Colton: You already said that.

  Jenny: So?

  Colton: Holiday Inn on La Jolla Boulevard. 30 minutes. Room 213.

  Jenny: Fine. C u there.

  She breathed out deeply after the exchange was finished. Her heart was still beating in her chest like a jackhammer, though, because that wasn’t the end of her plan.

  It was just being set into motion.

  For a second, she wondered when she’d become such a devious, immoral bitch.

  Like, blackmail, really?

  Maybe her husband’s cheating escapades had made her cynical and pissed off at the world.

  Whatever the reason, a new idea similar to her first blackmail adventure swept through her brain.

  She still had Gabriella Evans’ phone number, from the time she’d taken the digits from Colton’s phone. Jenny told herself she was never going to actually send those nude photos of herself to Colton’s girlfriend, but she didn’t know anymore.

  And now, her fingers hovered over the keypad as she steeled herself to send another message.

  She typed in Gabby’s name and stared at the screen.

  She would have to do this anonymously, of course. Gabriella couldn’t know . . . wouldn’t know. How could she?

  Jenny typed her first message:

  Anonymous tip: in 45 minutes, you should find yourself at room 213 at the holiday inn

  She read the message over and over again, her thumb floating over the “send” button.

  Finally, she pressed it.

  She exhaled deeply.

  The scheme was set into motion. Even though Colton had told her to never involve Gabby, Jenny just couldn’t help herself.

  And she made sure to make the message as cryptic and ominous as possible, so it sounded like it was coming from an innocent Good Samaritan.

  The telltale dots showed up at the bottom of the screen.

  Gabby: Wat? Who is this ???

  Jenny: A friend

  What bullshit, Jenny thought to herself. God, I’m such a bitch.

  She was deeply embroidered in her own web of lies now, but it excited her. It made her horny, knowing that she was the mastermind behind this scheme.

  She faltered for a moment. Last time she’d tried something like this, it had backfired . . . stupendously!

  She smiled to herself. Ethan’s little dick was all but forgotten from her mind.

  Gabby: why should I go to the holiday inn in 45 mins? Are u an assassin or something?

  Jenny barked a laugh. She typed: No. just trust me.

  Gabby: I don’t even know who u are

  Jenny: Trust, girl. She pressed delete on “girl,” and then sent the message so it just said Trust.

  She didn’t want to be outed for being a male or female, and “Trust, girl,” seemed like a very girly thing to say.

  Gabby: youre scaring me. Don’t message me again or I’m going to the cops.

  Jenny kept smiling. She knew an empty threat when she heard one. Fine, she typed, but I’m just trying to help.

  With that hook, line, and sinker, she knew she had Gabriella.

  Whose curiosity wouldn’t be piqued after such a mysterious message?

  Sure enough, it took Gabby a moment to respond, but she did.

  Gabby: are u sure u have the right number?

  Jenny: Yes.

  Gabby: who am I?

  Jenny: Gabriella Evans.

  Gabby: and what am I going to find at the holiday inn?

  Jenny: You’ll see.

  Gabby: will I like it?

  Jenny: No.

  The conversation stopped there.

  Jennifer Steele was practically itching with excitement. She threw on a pair of hip-hugging jeans, a loose top without a bra, which made her huge tits jumble around crazily with every step she took, and high heels.

  She wanted to be tall and imposing for her audience.

  Her hope, of course, was that Gabriella would walk into the hotel room while she and Colton were in the midst of their animalistic fucking. Gabby would be heartbroken, Jenny would laugh maniacally while getting plowed, and that would be that.

  She wanted to break up their little cute relationship once and for all.

  Jenny wanted Colton all to herself.

  And she didn’t care what kind of punishment he would exact on her for doing it, either.

  Chapter Four

  Jenny arrived at the Holiday Inn 10 minutes early. She wanted to be ready for the fireworks and she was practically tapping her fingers together and going “Mwahaha” by the time she reached room 213.

  She had no keycard, so she knocked on the door.

  She stood over six feet tall with her high-heel fuck-me shoes on. She took a step back from the door and waited patiently, hoping that Colton had gotten there early, too.

  He had.

  The door swung open and Colton stood in front of her, dressed in a tight white T that hugged his biceps and abs and the same pair of taut jeans as earlier. His bulge was noticeable, even though he didn’t have an erection.

  He was a lovely sight for sore eyes. After walking in on her son and seeing his pale thighs jump toward his chest, his little weenie waving around wildly, she thought she’d been scarred for life. She wanted to melt into Colt’s big arms and run her hand down his washboard abs.

  She smiled wide at him—she was almost exactly his height with her shoes on, and it gave her a sense of empowerment.

  Colton returned a little smirky half-smile, looking so cool and confident as he did it. He stepped out of the way and let Jenny skip into the room.

  It could have been the exact same room as the one they’d fucked in before, and she would have never known. Same cheap décor, same single queen-sized bed, and even the same ocean horizon painting on the wall above the headboard.

  Same hotel, same looking rooms.

  “Thank you for seeing me on such short . . . notice,” Jenny said, her eyes glancing around the room. She saw that the bathroom door was shut, and she though that was a bit odd.

  Colton sat on the edge of the bed and spread his legs a little, so his bulge became more apparent. It was hefty and broad across his pants.

  “I’m just, uh, gonna go touch up in the bathroom real quick,” Jenny said, feeling suddenly squeamish.

  Don’t do this to me, conscience, not now, she thought. She hoped her guilt wasn’t getting the better of her. For a moment, she thought about bursting into tears and spilling the tea—telling Colton that they had to get out of there because she’d done something terrible. Gabby would be there soon, and she didn’t want to do go through with her plan.

  Then she said “fuck it,” and took a step toward the bathroom.

  “I just took a shit in there,” Colton said, looking a bit embarrassed. “And I like you the way you look just now, so don’t worry about it.”

  Jenny quirked her brow. He seemed to be acting strange.

  “Come here,” Colton demanded, holding out his arms.

  How could she say no to that? She couldn’t.

  Jenny meandered toward his broad chest and bulky biceps. She walked into his embrace and rested her chin on the top of his curly head.

  Colton made a little move and she yipped as she was flattened onto her butt, sitting on his knee like a schoolgirl riding a horse sidesaddle.

  Jenny wrapped her arms around his strong shoulders and smiled at him. Her lips were big and full and red from the lipstick she’d put on before stampeding into the hotel room.

  She nuzzled her forehead against the bristles of his five o’clock shadow, then kissed him on the cheek, leaving a wet print.

  Colton reached for her stomach. His callused hands perused her little fleshy tummy, making her fe
el a bit self-conscious, and then trekked down to the waistband of her jeans.

  His big hand slipped into her pants.

  “Wow, eager, aren’t we?” Jenny purred. Her body tensed up as his fingers dipped beneath her panties and felt around her smooth, hairless pubis. She liked to keep things nice and clean down there, ever since breaking up with her husband.

  Colton winked at her. A single finger slipped into her pussy, and then two. She was instantly wet and let out a low moan.

  A second later, she felt Colton pluck the mini vibrator out of her vagina and pull it up out of her pants.

  “You were still wearing this, I see,” he whispered to her.

  The hairs on the back of her neck rose. “Of course I was . . . daddy,” she whispered back, just inches from his ear.

  She hoped the goosebumps were breaking out on his skin, just like they were hers.

  “Good girl.”

  Colton gently pushed her off his knee until she was standing in front of him again.

  “Did I please you?” she asked.

  Colton nodded. “But you’d please me even more if you got on your knees.”

  Jenny’s face lit up. She did as she was told, crouching down and then going to her knees.

  Colton stood up from the bed, his bulge less than a foot from her face. If his hard cock flopped out right now, it would nearly reach her forehead.

  “Beg like a dog,” he said.

  Jenny stuck her arms out and angled her wrists downward, so she looked somewhat like a dog on its hind legs. “Woof,” she said, and then stuck her tongue out.

  Colton smiled and ran a hand over her blonde hair, which flowed loosely around her shoulders. Then he made a strange clicking sound with his tongue, like he was calling out a play on the football field.

  Jenny furrowed her brow at the weird tick. She’d never noticed that before.

  The bathroom door opened behind her.

  Jenny’s eyes bulged, her tongue going back into her mouth. She slowly looked over her shoulder.

  Gabriella Evans stood in the doorway of the bathroom, her hands on her narrow hips. She was skinny and dark like caramel from so much time in the sun. She wore a miniskirt that came halfway down her thighs, and had gorgeous brunette hair that was tinged with platinum blonde at the ends.