Chapter 2

More Bad Mommy

With a shit-eating grin, I drain the rest of the most wondrous Chianti. After touching up the almost garish bright red lipstick, I pat my lips on a tissue and straighten. It’s the last piece of my “fuck me harder” evening makeup. After a giggle, I give my face a final inspection and drop the tiny gold lame crop-top over my boobs.

“Perfect,” I whisper while twirling in the mirror. “Bad mommy’s gonna ride again.”

As the glittery fabric lifts enough to uncover the lower swells of my tits, a black micro-skirt rises to reveal my bare ass. Oh, I’d thought about wearing panties, but what’s the point? I’m already soaked, and they won’t stay on long, anyway.

“I’m gonna do it,” I murmur to my reflection. “Well, duh. You’ve been looking forward to this all damned week.”

My memory wanders back to a little while after returning from the beach trip.

“Please. Oh, please. Ugh. Oh, God. Mmm, Mary. I’m coming, baby.” That was my cue; I loved to hear my husband begging, and I twisted downwards. In seconds, his cock expanded in my throat. As his legs trembled, his widespread shaky hands tightened on my skull. “Jesus, honey. Oh, fuck. Mm-hmm. That’s so good.”

When Tom bucked upwards from the driver’s seat, I rode his rising pelvis. With my fingers clamping his thighs, holding me in place, his first spurt jetted into my belly.

Even as he tried to grip me tighter, I twisted my head and bobbed along his pulsating shaft. Jet after jet of gooey warmth flooded me. Now, his load wasn’t anything like the copious amounts from my boys, but it made for a pleasant dessert after our Mexican lunch date.

With him already shriveling as he finished, I drew on Tom’s draining flesh. While staring up at him, I sucked as hard as I could, seeking the last of his tasty essence.

“God. The way you do that.” As his body shuddered, he gulped. “That twinkle in your eyes. You’re amazing Mary. I love you.”

It wasn’t long before I was chasing his fat knob around in my mouth with my tongue. Just watching him twitch had me smiling. After letting it fall from my lips to flop in his lap, I raced my nails upwards beneath his suit jacket.

“Love you, too, hon.” I smiled, then licked along his shrinking mast. As his breath hitched, I giggled. “Hmm. You sure you don’t want me to come in and play under your desk?”

“Oh, uh, God”—his voice ended in a moan as I dragged my slurping lips along the underside of his rod—”I wish, but I’ve got a big meeting.”

“Your loss.”

After a final kiss on its purple tip, I tucked him away and sat up while fixing my blouse and skirt. As Tom scanned the parking garage, I reapplied lipstick and straightened my hair.

“What are you up to this afternoon?” he asked.

“Well, since you won’t play with me.” While grinning, I ran a nail under his jaw. “I guess I’ll have Stacy over. She’s got something to discuss with me.”

“Oh?” His eyebrow lifted. “You gonna—”

“—tease her? Hell to the yes. I’ve got fixings for two large pitchers of Sangria and we’re gonna hang out at the pool.” I flashed my eyebrows upward. “You should skip the meeting. Come home. I bet she wouldn’t complain.”

“Yeah, well, Carl might have something to say about that. You, he doesn’t mind. But me?”

“Oh, Carl’s traveling with his”—I made air quotes with my fingers—”secretary. That hot little bitch.”

“Still.”

With a wink, I swirled a fingernail along his thigh. “You know she’s gonna wear one of those itsy bitsy microkini things.”

“She wears them for you.” he chuckled, then swallowed as my nail moved upwards. “Not me.”

“So?” I chortle. “You could just watch. Enjoy the show.”

“Nah, can’t do it. This is planning for the next sales travel schedule.” He leaned over to press his lips to mine. After a brief wince at the taste of his own seed, he grinned. “Besides, I’ve got you, babe. You’re more than enough.”

“If you won’t, I’m gonna fuck her.” I laughed while running my hand over his chest. “Oh, my. You should see your face. You sure you wouldn’t like to come home? Make me behave?”

“Uh.” As his cheeks reddened, he gulped.

“Look at you.” When I skimmed my nails across his crotch, he moaned. “Getting all hard again just thinking about it. Such a naughty man. Alright, I’ll leave you alone.”

As I leaned over to peck his cheek, I pushed open the car door. He’d parked next to my sporty ride. After stepping out, I shot him a grin and scanned the area. With a quick tug, I flipped up my skirt to flash my soaked panties. Well, they would’ve been soaked if I’d worn any. Instead, warm trickles meandered down my inner thighs.

“Last chance, naughty man.”

For a second he was struck dumb, watching the rivulets ooze downwards. Yeah, he still made me horny as hell. But at last, his better self took over. With a laugh, he stepped from the car, shaking his head. “God, I love you Mary.”

“I know, honey,” I said while sweeping the hem back into place.

Once in my car, I blew him a kiss as he walked to the office entrance. After a quick wave and a broad smile, he disappeared. After lifting my skirt and spreading my legs wide to let the air conditioning do its best, I headed for home. Of course, I knew Tom wouldn’t blow off the afternoon. But it was always a blast teasing him. And that twinkle in his eyes. Oh, he’d be thinking about Stacy and me all during that meeting.

What he didn’t know was that dear Stacy had heard about the beach trip. Her hunky son, Hank, had the most wonderful mouth. But it also blabbered. So she was coming over to discuss “a few things.”

To put it plainly, tiny Stacy was the hottest bubble butt blonde. And Hank definitely got his gorgeous looks from her. With brilliant blue eyes, she was cute as a button, but wasn’t so bright. Although, to give the girl some credit, she was smart enough to latch onto Carl for his money.

Oh, and she’d had the hots for me forever. Until then, it’d been a running gag between Tom and me. But, well, I’d changed. She didn’t know that. Yet.

And I had a plan. If it worked, everybody would win. If not, I’d figure out something else.

Later that afternoon, at the doorbell chimes, I dashed inside, giving myself a quick inspection in the rear patio slider. Foregoing a top, I wore only the bottoms of a low-cut crimson string bikini. Yeah, I was gonna tease the shit outta her. Right as I reached the front door, I paused to take a long toke. But first I was going to melt her little mind.

When I yanked the door wide, she jerked. Even as her mouth opened to speak, her gaze wandered my topless figure. But before she could say a word, I slapped my lips to hers and shotgunned the glorious west African marijuana I’d been smoking into her. Fuck, did her eyes ever go wide. Then they fluttered as her hands drifted along my spine.

Tease only. We had plenty of time.

“Hi there, Stacy.” After ushering her inside, I pushed the door closed behind her. “Come on in.”

Oh, was her mind a whirl. In cute pink tap shorts and a tight-as-fuck white t-shirt, her little frame vibrated. While not knowing where to look, she also wore the expression of a kid in a candy store. But I was already turning, leaving her gasping in my wake.

“Uh, hi, Mary, um—” She fell silent when I slowed to hand the blunt to her.

As she sucked in a good long drag, I stepped onto the rear terrace. Soft jazz played from speakers and a light breeze carried away most of the summer’s humidity. With little waves lapping against the pool’s tiled sides, its surface glimmered.

When I pirouetted on my freshly painted toes, a cloud of smoke shot from her lips. With a nervous grin, she followed me toward the hot tub. Beside a tall etched-glass pitcher were two full glasses of crimson Sangria.

“So, uh, what did you want to talk about?” I said, before retrieving the blunt from her shaky lips. After sliding into the whirling jets, I lifted a glass.

At Stacy’s swift shaking of her head, in a vain attempt to clear it, I held in a chuckle. Again, not the brightest on a good day. And with excellent ganja in her brain, hot sunshine baking her, and what smelled like good scotch already on her breath, she was buzzing.

And she’d know idea what else I’d planned.

But as she peeled that outer skin of a top away, I let the chuckle slip free into my glass. As I’d predicted, a minuscule black bikini top did nothing to cover her perky bust. Oh, poor Tom. He really should’ve been there. And when she slipped her shorts off to bare the single matching triangle taut across a highlighted little cleft, I grinned. There was no way she wasn’t bare. He’d have exploded.

Eyes on me, or rather my suds-coated tits, Stacy still hadn’t answered. And as she climbed into the tub and grabbed the other glass, she kept silent. When I slid next to her, she gulped, but I leaned back. After closing my eyelids, I took a long drag of Africa’s finest weed.

“Umm, Mary,” her shaky voice penetrated the whirling jets. “I, uh—”

At the touch of the blunt to her lips, she sucked hard. I held it in place so she could take several more drags. Whatever she was going to say disappeared into a lengthy sigh as she reclined beside me. At her soft sipping, I smiled and let the sun heat my face.

After setting the glass on the rim, I slid my hand under the water to find her thigh. Instead of jerking, Stacy only moaned as I squeezed her sleek, warm flesh. Oh, this was about to be a lot of fun. As I passed the fast-dwindling spliff between us, we remained silent, except for her louder moaning and soft giggles.

When she shifted and leaned to refill her glass, I rolled my head and moved my hand to the center of her back. She tensed as I undid the top, but let me drag it from her before reclining into the heated swirls. After I’d tossed the tiny triangles, they splatted onto the deck. Just as she went to take a sip, I placed the last of the blunt between her shiny lips. As she stared at me, they were trembling.

“You’ve got such pretty titties, Stacy.”

When I ran a fingernail under one of those stiff, rubbery nipples, her entire frame arched out of the water. Soapy bubbles dripped from her heaving ribcage as she gazed into my eyes. Pure lust.

With a chuckle, I took my finger away. As I sipped, she sank into the bubbles, huffing. Once she’d quieted, I did it again. That time, as she lifted, I set my glass down and tore off her bottoms. After she kicked them free, I swept the stringy mass from her and threw them towards her top.

“Pretty pussy, too.” I chuckled while making a point of inspecting her—yep, bare—little seam.

Once more, she collapsed with a soft splash to settle in the molded plastic seat, gasping for air. Instead of teasing her more, I again lay back and closed my eyelids. I’d expected her to do the same. So when her palm settled on my boob, it was my turn to tense.

“I like your tits too, Mary.”

Before I could form a reply, hot warmth surrounded my aching tight nipple. After my eyelids flew open, I stared into Stacy’s twinkling eyes as the little woman suckled. Those pretty sapphire pools expanded when I slid my hand between her widening legs.

Soon she was chewing ever harder and slurping like a starving babe as my fingers eased deeper into her. Although her moans were muffled by my slobber-coated globe, mine echoed across the backyard.

“Mmm. Jesus, Stacy. Hungry?” I tried to laugh, but her teeth clamped, and it was me arching skywards that time, spraying glittery saliva into the humid air.

Right as I splashed back into the sudsy jets, her little hand shoved into my bottoms. Neither of us paused. After my legs flew wide, giving her access, she plunged her fingers as far into me as she could in one swift thrust.

Fuck, had I ever miscalculated the strength of the hunger unleashed within me. And her. Teasing time was over. We both needed to come.

A primal groan tore from me as I rolled in the sudsy water. After slapping her glass on the tub rim, I shoved my lips against her trembling mouth. Her tongue was waiting to play when mine pushed inside. With a forceful shove, I pinned her squirming little frame beneath me. As her hand pumped inside my suit, my fingers plunged faster.

Sunlight heated my arching back as her first wavering cry flooded our mouths. A massive wave ignited into towering flames within my shaking core. The universe disappeared into a searing blur of sounds and colors. As my scream erupted, her tongue froze, letting me batter it with mine. Back and forth, we traded muffled slurping shrieks until at last I slipped to the side and sank into the jets.

For what seemed like forever, we both lay there, eyes closed, gasping for air.

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