Jacob
Copyright© 2025 by Chris nevermind
Chapter 2
Drama Sex Story: Chapter 2 - For young boy realizing he's falling for an older woman across the street navigating through his father's being the town pastor and his mother being a pillar of the community. They're dealing with his own desires and lusts
Caution: This Drama Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft Ma/ft Ma Fa Teenagers Reluctant Romantic BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Slut Wife Incest Mother Interracial Black Male White Female Anal Sex
Mrs. Patterson started kissing my neck. Down to my chest. Burning my shirt. I have never experienced anything like it. She worked away down to my right. Nipple and started kissing it. And teasing it with her tongue. And do the same to my left. I was in ecstasy. And then I felt her grope the front of my pants. I have a tight grip around my hard dick. Slowly stroking it. Miss. This Patterson asked if I had ever. Had sex before. And I thought about it. The incident with Katie. I said. No. In reality. Fucking somebody in the ass. Versus. A pussy, I guess. Fucking is fucking. I’m still going to stick. With no. Mrs. Patterson. Then asked. If she would be the first. If they had sex. And I said. Yes.
I had my fingers playing with her pussy as she was stroking my cock. And my balls. She had my belt off. She had my dick out. She was jerking me. She was jerking me off. She was going up and down my cock. I looked at her. And her nipples were hard. And poking through her shirt. I could see her bra. And I could see that her nipples were poking through the bra. I wanted to lick them. So I pushed my fingers into her pussy. She let out a moan. And a gasp. And she leaned into me. She put her head on my shoulder. And I felt her tongue licking my neck. I felt her tongue licking up to my ear. And then she kissed my neck. And she sucked on my neck. She sucked my skin into her mouth. And she let it go. And I could feel my skin and loved a very visible red mark. And it was very hot. And very erotic. I wanted her to suck my dick. So I put my finger in my mouth. And sucked on it. And then I put my finger on her lips. And rubbed it across her lips. And then I pushed it into her mouth. And she started sucking on it. And I pulled it out. And I rubbed my finger around the head of my dick.
And then I rubbed it back across her lips. And pushed my finger back into her mouth. And then I took my wet finger and rubbed it across the head of my dick again. And I put my finger back in her mouth. And she sucked on it. sucked my precum off of it.
I maneuvered myself. On top of her. And I lowered. Myself. Between her legs. I. Removed her panties. And seeing her clit. Swollen. Sticking above. The hood. Above her. Very wet. Drooling pussy. I can. Feel the heat. Coming up her cunt. The closer I got. The more I could feel the heat. The moisture. And smell the aroma. That hit my nostrils. And drove me crazy. I never smelled pussy. This close before. I began licking. And sucking on her clit. Her hands guiding my head. Her legs opening. Wider. I fucked your hole and stuck my tongue between the lips of her pussy. As she moans. And bucked her hops. I felt a splash of liquid get on my tongue. And my chin. She squirted, I assumed. All this. Was new. To me. Was it really a porn video type situation? It was pretty damn close. This whole. The encounter was new. To me. My mind was racing. My 14-year-old is mine. Was taking it all in. The next thing I knew. I got up. On my elbows.
Put my knees. Underneath her thighs. And inched my cock into her. I never felt. Anything like it. I rubbed. The Helm. Of my cock. Up and down her slit of her pussy. My 6-in. Cock penetrated her. She gave a low. Moan. Both her hands. Grabbed my ass. To pull me. Deeper. It was only instinct. My hips began. To Buck. Thrust. My balls began. To slap against her body. She kissed me. I was lost. In a moment. Of making love. To the woman I loved. I felt my balls. Tent up. My dick gets. Harder. And my asshole. Twitch. Load after. Load. Shot into. Mrs. Patterson’s pussy. I could feel. Her cunt squeezing. And gripping my dick. I felt like. A flood of liquid drenching. My balls. Running down my thighs. My cock. Was soaking wet. And I was out of breath. I collapsed. On top of her. I was spent. I had never. Experienced. An orgasm. Or, I swear. I passed out. For a second. I could just feel it. Her rubbing. My back. Down to my ass. And back up. To my back.
She rolled me off her. My dick. Fell out. And I could. See my cum. Running out of her pussy down her thigh to the crack of her ass. On the couch, she hugged me, I hugged her, and we fell asleep.
The next morning. I woke up. To a Ruckus. She rushed me. To the back bedroom. Which was not her bedroom. But it was a guest bedroom. My dad showed up. And this. Got interesting. Really fast. I listen to. They argue. This was. The guy. She was. On the phone with. Dump her. Twice. It was. My dad. My dad. Was upset. To find me here. At her house. I guess he. Seen through the window. That I was naked. On the couch. With her. He got very, very. Upset. With her. Turn into a full-blown. Argument. I guess it’s over. The fact that I was there. And the fact that he. Dumped good night; he wanted her back, but now that he’s seen she had fucked me. And he was going to marry her. I heard. My dad. Threaten to kill her. How could she fuck me when he loved her and I was only 14. She said she was caught up in the moment, and my dad asked her, “Do you love me?” and she said she does. “Nobody else has to love my son Jacob,” she said. She knows I have feelings for him.
My dad walked to the back bedroom where I was sitting on the bed and told me to get my clothes on and to get the fuck home and to keep my mouth shut, and I looked at him and ignored him. I told my dad, “You have a secret; you are no longer in control here,” and my dad’s eyes got wide. He said, “Listen here, you little fuck, you know nothing. Get your fucking ass home.” And he looked at Mrs. Peterson and said, “You, I will deal with now.” I heard a door slam, and it was quiet.
I looked around for my clothes, and I could not find them. I had to pee. Really bad. And I found some clothes. That fit me. And I walked down the hall. To use the restroom, then a musical card in her room and stuffed animals, all from my dad.
Feeling. Heartbroken. Upset and sad. I walked. Down the street. Aimlessly. For hours. That felt like. I wasn’t going. Home. I was. Not going. To deal with. My dad’s. Bullshit. I ended up. Near Mr. Jenkinson’s. House. Without. Thinking. It is that dark. And late. It begins. To rain. I was crying. And upset. I was heartbroken.