The Penthouse Suite Part 9, a short story by shyboy. Date added: 2010-11-05. Times viewed: 3536.
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- Intro: A tale of lost innocence
Jane, Bob and Jamie finally fell into bed as dawn was breaking over suburbia that Sunday morning. They had dropped off Bill and Pat with a surreal degree of neighbourly politeness, considering that the four adults had all been shagging like rabbits for the past two days and that Jamie had lost his virginity and all boyhood inhibitions after a wild night with a succession of women, including 'Aunty Pat'.
By midday Jane awoke feeling refreshed and looked out of the bedroom window to be greeted by blinding sunshine and a glorious blue sky. Looking down into the street, she could see someone hanging around outside their gate, gasping as she realised that it was Sarah - sweet sixteen and never been fucked Sarah, whose refusal to go 'all the way' with Jamie had led indirectly to his first encounter with Li and all that had followed on from that.
Pulling on a sports shirt and tracksuit trousers, Jane went down to the front door and called to Sarah to come in. 'I was just going to make some toast. Have you been there long? We were all at a house party last night given by my boss to celebrate my promotion. You'll have to take us as you find us. Jamie's still spark out I'm afraid . . . ' and so she chattered as she led the girl through to the kitchen.
Sarah declined to remove her coat, saying it was a bit chilly in the house after the heat of the sun and she accepted a mug of coffee, which she held in both hands, looking shyly over the rim as she sipped the hot liquid and watched Jane as she busied herself around the kitchen.
Jane was trying to figure out what to do about the poor girl. She was obviously still smitten by Jamie but had no idea of just how far he had left her behind in the past 48 hours. It looked as though Sarah was wearing make-up, which Jane felt sure was a departure from her normal practice and it was also obvious that her refusal to remove her outdoor coat was more to do with her embarrassment at what she was wearing under it than with the temperature inside the house.
Her pretty auburn hair, which was normally scraped back on her head and tied into a pony tail, was loose and tumbled onto her shoulders, the sunlight glinting through the kitchen window giving it a healthy looking sheen.
Deciding that the best way forward was to launch a full frontal attack, Jane said: 'I couldn't help noticing the pretty frock you're wearing under that coat of yours. Come on! Give me a twirl - I'm dying to see it.'
Shyly Sarah untied the belt on her coat and slipped it from her young shoulders to reveal a 1960s retro Chinese-style dress, with a raised collar and zipped down to the waist. The zipper was pulled up as far as it would go and as she stood up, Sarah pulled the above-the-knee skirt down, smoothing it over her firm young thighs. She was balanced on a pair of bright red stilettos and had long, shapely legs which were bare of any covering.
'My sister took me out shopping yesterday, after . . . ' her voice broke.
'After Jamie stormed out in a huff because you wouldn't do what he wanted? That's boys all over for you!' said Jane.
'Oh, he's told you has he?' asked Sarah.
'Not in so many words, but mothers have a gut instinct about these things. The two of you are still young and convention says that you have to stay chaste until you are "old enough" whatever that means. The trouble is, your hormones have kicked in and are screaming at you that now is the right time, not when you're too old to enjoy it.'
Sarah blushed and looked down at her shoes. 'You don't think that this outfit is too tarty do you? My sister said it was all right, but I got some very funny looks from a couple on the bus coming over here. I don't think that they were very approving.'
'I expect that the woman was thinking "she's no better than she ought to be" and her husband was thinking "oh for five minutes on the back seat with that gorgeous creature", but was having to look disapprovingly at you to satisfy his wife!'
They both laughed at this and Jane felt that the ice was broken and that she was free to tackle the heart of the problem.
'You're feeling very confused at the moment. Embarrassed by the feelings surging through your body, the wicked thoughts you've been having about Jamie since Friday night and the fact that it's me, his mother, who is egging you on to take that final step.
'If your parents were here, they would probably tell you to wait until you are older and that is still very much an option for you. But we both know that it isn't really an option, because you are already on fire with the thought of having Jamie inside you. You are ready. He is most definitely ready. So my advice would be to go for it girl!'
Sarah felt as if she wanted the ground to open and swallow her up as she listened to this speech. Her entire body was quivering and she felt hot from top to toe as she sat on the kitchen chair looking down at her shaking hands, entwined on her lap. Jane stood up and came beside her, putting her arm around the girl's shoulders.
'I still remember my first time. I was scared witless, but I got through it OK and after that nothing seemed so bad. In fact, it can be quite good fun!' she said, giving Sarah a hug.
'Go and wake him up and take him this mug of coffee. And tell him that he will find whatever he needs in the top drawer of his bedside cabinet,' she added, handing Sarah the hot drink and winking at her.
Sarah left the kitchen and, after a discreet interval, Jane followed her up the stairs. She crept along the landing to Jamie's room and was pleased to see that Sarah had not closed the door properly.
Peeping through the crack between the hinges Jane saw Sarah put down the mug of coffee and gently tap Jamie's shoulder. The young man stirred and opened one eye, which was focused on Sarah's knees.
He looked down towards the red stilettos and then up, past her knees to the hem of her dress and beyond, taking in the way the garment clung to Sarah's curvy hips and breasts and noting that the half zip was pulled down far enough for him to see a glimpse of white lacy bra top underneath.
After the sort of weekend he had just had, nothing could surprise him now, not even the sight of his ex-girlfriend standing beside his bed looking like a tart.
Sarah was trying to pull the zip down a bit more, but her hands were trembling too much as she was by now way out of her depth and it got stuck as she tried to pass her heaving bosom.
'Here,' said Jamie. 'Let me.' Sitting up in bed he gently took her hands away from the zip and eased it down to her lower abdomen, where it stopped.
Leaning forward he kissed her belly button and ran his hands up inside the open front of the dress, rubbing his fingers over the fabric of her push-up bra and pressing his thumbs into the soft rounded flesh of her breasts.
Pulling her nearer to him, he pushed the dress off her shoulders and helped her to slide it down her upper body to her hips, where he left it hanging down. Reaching behind her back Jamie next unhooked her bra and pulled it off, allowing it drop to the floor before taking each of her nipples into his mouth alternately, gently sucking on them to get them to stand to attention.
This time Sarah did not push him away. Instead she ran her fingers through his hair and pulled his head towards her, encouraging him to continue tonguing her titties.
Outside the room, Jane could feel herself getting wet as she watched her son slowly work his hands down Sarah’s waist and hips, pushing the dress over her curves until it dropped down her legs, where she kicked it off.
‘Leave the shoes on,’ he said, as he pulled aside the small scrap of cloth that was her thong revealing her newly trimmed bush and began to finger and lick her slit. Sarah moaned as she felt his hot breath on her pussy for the first time and felt his finger press against her love bud which was becoming engorged with blood as her desire rose together with her temperature.
Jane had unconsciously put her hand down inside her tracksuit trousers and was fingering her pussy, silently willing Jamie to get Sarah into the bed for the final assault. So engrossed was she in the scene before her that she failed to notice Bob creep up behind her until he looked over her shoulder through the door crack and whistled softly.
‘Nice tits’, he whispered, adding: ‘But not as good as yours. Now leave the kids to it and come back to bed. I need to fuck you. Now!’ And pulling her arm he half dragged her back along the landing towards the master bedroom.
Jane tried to protest, but knew it would be useless. When Bob got all masterful with her, it was best just to lie back and let him do whatever he had in mind. As it happened, what Bob had in mind was some rough sex, but as he threw her face down on the bed and climbed up behind her, pulling back on her hair as he thrust his cock into her wet snatch from behind, her mind was elsewhere.
Had she heard something then? Was it a gasp as Jamie pulled back the duvet to reveal his giant erection and pulled Sarah into the bed with him? Or a whimper as he pulled her thong down to her ankles and threw it on the floor, licking her bush and slit and pressing a finger against her arsehole?
And what was that noise there? Was it a muffled scream as he pushed the sheathed end of his cock against Sarah’s wet pussy and pushed gently into her tight, never-before-entered vagina?
Would there be blood on the sheets now as he broke through her final line of defence for the first and last time and was that sobbing Jane could hear as her son pushed deeper and deeper inside the teenager’s virginal flesh while Sarah bit into the pillow she had used to stifle her involuntary outbursts?
Bob kept on humping Jane’s pussy until he came over her bare arse and flopped back onto the bed, exhausted. In seconds he was snoring and Jane crept away, back to her vigil outside Jamie’s bedroom door.
Jamie’s smooth white arse was clearly visible through the crack in the door, but all she could see of Sarah was her legs which were sticking up in the air, either side of Jamie, the red shoes still firmly on her feet, gently bobbing up and down in time to Jamie’s gentle thrusting and her own stifled moans.
As her tight pussy began to stretch and the initial pain had started to subside Sarah had been able to savour the moment and feel the energy coursing through her lover and into her secret place. She could feel a strange tingling where his cock was rubbing against her clit, a tingling that was growing more and more intense as Jamie continued to slowly push and pull his cock in and out of her faintly sore fanny.
Then, in one glorious moment of synchronized pleasure she reached her first ever true climax and felt Jamie’s seed being emptied into the latex rubber condom his mother had thoughtfully placed in the drawer of his bedside cabinet and which now encased his cock in silky softness.
Jane crept back to her bed and began to suck on her husband’s flaccid cock, rousing him from his slumbers and seeing the results of her labours as blood rushed in to stiffen his pole ready for her to ride, which she did eagerly now, wanting to recapture that moment all those years ago when he had fucked her for the first time and there had been blood on the sheets of the honeymoon suite, only that time it was hers.
To be continued . . .
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