Just Like The Old Days
Copyright© 2008 by Serena Jones
Costumes for the Next Act
Drama Sex Story: Costumes for the Next Act - Abigail longs for the old days. Back when she was an adult starlet. Can Martin, her college-age grandson bring those days back?
Caution: This Drama Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual BiSexual Heterosexual Son Grand Parent Light Bond Rough Gang Bang Group Sex Interracial Black Female Anal Sex Cream Pie Exhibitionism First Masturbation Oral Sex Voyeurism
The porch connected to the house through a sliding glass door off the dining room. Abby tugged the door and found it, as she expected, locked. Almost immediately, however, the dining room light flipped on and a short blonde boy moved the curtain and grinned at her. He unlocked the door and opened it.
"Hi!" He gushed. "I'm Jason. And I can't believe you're really doing this."
"Well, hello Jason. This isn't how I expected to spend my Saturday night either."
He stepped out of the way and let her in, locking the door behind her. "You look just like you did in the movie."
She considered that. She had jizim everywhere. "Well, I haven't had time to shower."
He blushed. "I know." He seemed suddenly mortified.
Abby arched an eyebrow. "You like seeing me covered in other men's deposits?"
His blush went even deeper. "It's just like in the movies."
"In the movies, men see a woman like this and turn into uncontrollable beasts."
Jason swallowed hard and stared at her. "I — I — I — I could n-n-never..."
"Never what? Push me to the floor, take what you want and leave your seed to mark me as well?"
"Uh — uh — uh —" The boy was breathing hard. Abby could tell that he wanted to do the scene the right way he just wasn't sure about it.
"Of course, if I resisted you'd need this sash. See it's long enough to tie my wrists to the table legs." He took the length of silk mechanically. "You must be one of those sweet boys everyone thinks is innocent." He nodded. "But you're not innocent at all, are you Jason. You're dark. Little Jason. So shy. So harmless. So weak."
"I'm not." He growled softly.
"You look at me like this. Used. But you're afraid to..."
He cut her off mid sentence by grabbing her and pulling her closer. "I'm not." He hissed. He shoved her robe off her shoulders and she cooed. "Get down there." He ordered, breathless.
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