Molly (Erotic Short) (2 page)

As she was playing with the swimsuit top she could
see Manuel's hard on through his swim shorts. That turned her on and made her
want to pull him into the bathroom with her. But she resisted the urge. Her
face reddened with Manuel responded.

"I'll need to inspect it a little more closely
to be completely sure," he said and reached up with his hand to touch her
breast. She let him. His hand was warm and tender against her nipple as he
caressed it through the fabric of his mother's bikini top. He did the same with
his other hand before cupping both breasts in his palms and pushing up. He
watched her cleavage rise and let the breasts drop. They fell smoothly into
place with a bounce. When nothing fell out, he said, "Perfect."

Molly grinned. Her smile filled her whole face.
"Thanks," she said with a slight jaunt and walked away.

Manuel watched. Molly shook her hips a little more
aggressively than she would otherwise. It wasn't often she had a captive
audience, and certainly not one as appreciative as Manuel. When she had
disappeared out the door and into the back yard, Manuel stepped into the
bathroom and locked the door. He slapped some cold water on his face and
touched himself under his swim shorts. He waited for the hard on to subside and
went back down to the pool.

The party lasted until midnight. Molly had long gone
by then. She excused herself just before eleven, and though she left earlier
than Richard, she wasn't the first guest to leave so she didn't feel entirely
guilty. She told Angie she'd return her swimsuit some time during the week. It
would give her an excuse to come back and see Manuel again. So grabbed her
dress and purse and drove home.

She barely slept all night, thinking of Manuel. She
could feel him thinking of her too. She and Richard's father had been divorced
for only a year and she hadn't been with another man since he left. Manuel made
her feel like she was eighteen again.

The way he looked at her, the way he touched her
breasts, the way he smiled when she talked, everything, it all made her feel as
if she could relive a high school dream. And now that he was eighteen and
perfectly legal, she didn't feel guilty at all about wanting to get down with
her son's friend. She knew he wanted it too, which made it all the better. She
reached down between her legs and played with herself until she climaxed.
Sometime in the night she managed to fall asleep.

Monday afternoon came and she got off work at three.
She had taken Angie's swimsuit that morning in hopes of dropping it by after
work. She hoped it to time it just right that Manuel would be home and his
parents wouldn't. Richard was usually home by four, so she thought that might
be the magic number.

At four fifteen she knocked on the door. To her
relief, Manuel answered. He was wearing baseball pants and a muscle shirt.

"Hello Mr. baseball player, is Angie at
home?"

"No, actually. She doesn't get off work usually
until five. I'm on my way to baseball practice."

"I was just dropping off her swimsuit."
She help it up with a gleam in her eye, hoping he'd invite her in. "And to
say thank you for a wonderful party. I had fun. And if I didn't say it Saturday
night, happy birthday."

Manuel chuckled.

"Actually, you did say it, but thanks."
After a short pause and a moment of silence, he added, "Would you like to
come in?"

"It won't make you late, will it?"

"If it does, coach will get over it."

He stepped aside so Molly could sashay through the
doorway. He watched her lilt as her business dress announced its presence.

"I'll take that," he said, reaching for
the swimsuit.

Molly handed it to him and he closed the door, then
he led her into the living room.

"Would you like something to drink?"

"Actually, there's something else I'd
like."

Manuel threw his mother's swimsuit onto the coffee
table and turned around. He was going to ask her "what's that?" but
when he locked his eyes on her she had dropped her dress to the floor and was
standing in the living room in a pink negligee. She had managed to kick her
shoes off as well. Her painted toe nails made her look more like a woman than
she did even on Saturday night. She stood in such a way that her womanly curves
were accentuated. He never wanted her more than he did right then.

He moved toward her slowly, removing his muscle
shirt and tossing it to the floor. When he was close enough he swept her up in
his arms and kissed her. Molly's lips locked with his and their tongues danced,
gently pricking each other's tip as if trying to test each other's limits.

When they came up for air, Molly fell limp in
Manuel's arms. He held her in limbo, keeping her from falling to the floor with
nothing but his strong baseball player arms.

"There's one more thing you can do to make my
birthday the best thing ever."

He stared into Molly's eyes with earnest. She
melted, staring back. Her voice was dry and she couldn't find the words that
wanted to come out. For a moment, she thought her heart stopped beating. Manuel
placed his lips to hers one more time.

Manuel picked Molly up and she wrapped her legs
around his waist. He carried her to the sofa and lay her down, pressed his hand
against her breast again, just like he had Saturday night. Through the
negligee, he played with Molly's nipple, feeling it harden and grow right
before his eyes. She let him play, enjoying it, wishing it would last forever.
When he was satisfied that she was completely turned on, he pulled the shoulder
strap of her negligee down over her arm, exposing her breast. Before Molly
could adjust to the fresh air teasing her nipple Manuel's mouth was on it. His
lips wrapped around and his tongue flitted across it, and he sucked on it until
Molly crooned from the back of her throat unconsciously.

Molly was lost. Manuel's tongue went from breast to
between her legs before she knew what had happened. There hardly seemed like a
second between them.

His hand went first. While sucking her breast,
Manuel reached under the negligee and touched Molly's clit. She was wearing
nothing.

She was already wet by the time he touched her. His
finger rolled around on her clit like a basketball on a rim, gliding
effortlessly as she took in every sensation, blindingly letting him have his
way. With Molly's nipple still in his mouth, he slipped his finger into her
vagina slowly. Something inside Molly's brain exploded. She lost herself.

Manuel lowered himself, slowly pumping his finger
inside Molly as he moved his lips from her breast to below her hips. He pushed
her thighs out of the way and pressed his face in, taking her clit between his
lips and sucking it like he had moments before been sucking her nipple.

Molly opened herself up for him. She threw her leg
over the back of the sofa and let him go deeper with his tongue. He had two
fingers in now.

She pushed back, working her kegel muscles, pulling
his fingers in. He slipped in a third. It went so easily in, and she so easily
pulled it, that he thought she was going to swallow his hand. He raised up and
glared at her, watching her writhe on the sofa, responding to his every move.
She looked back. Her eyes were glazed over, watered with the tears of desire, showcasing
her every need.

"Are you ready for the grand slam, ma'am?"

Manuel's voice pricked her ears like a sweet tune.
She nodded and cooed. No words. Just a soft hum that said, "Yes, I'm
ready. Take me."

Manuel needed no invitation. He stood and pulled his
baseball pants off, dropping them to the floor. Then he positioned himself
between Molly's legs. He towered over her like a well-chiseled sculpture, his
pecs hard and glistening with the sweat of his youthful desire. Molly waited
for him to take her. He could have her when he was ready.

She glanced at his cock. It was huge. A brown
monster of a dick, it rose up into the air, ended with a nice round circumcised
head. She wanted it inside her. She wanted it in her mouth. She didn't know
which she wanted more. But she wanted to feel him, to taste him, to devour him.
Her eyes told him everything he needed to know. He pushed it between her legs
and up to the lips of her pussy, gently poking her, teasing her, making her
beg.

"Let's go, Manuel. I'm your lady, you're my
man. Take me right now."

Her eyes said so much more. Her eyes told him she
wanted everything he had to offer. She was quivering.

Like a lightning bolt, she rose up and yanked her
negligee, pulling it over head. As if it were caution, she tossed it aside, not
caring where it landed. In the same move, like a body of water, she slid toward
Manuel, pulling his cock inside her. No hands. Just his big brown dick and her
wet, eager hole.

He slid in so easily she thought she'd never feel
the end of it. Once inside her, Manuel didn't hold back. He pumped it, hard.

"That's it! That's it, my man!"

Molly lost control. She grinded against Manuel
forcefully. Every pump of his cock inside her was met with a thrust and a joust
of her pussy against his balls. She showed him how a pussy works, thrusting
herself against him, not making him do all the work. She could feel the
slathering juices of her woman hole filling up her ass, sliding down into her
crack and saturating the cushions of the sofa. The more she fucked, the harder
Manuel fucked back.

In seconds, she was gushing. Her cum shot in every
direction, wetting Manuel, the sofa, and everything within shooting distance.
Manuel pulled out and sprayed himself all over Molly, his dick shooting its own
brand of hot milk all over her tits and flat motherly belly.

She thought about how hot Manuel looked towering
over her, and she thought about how sexy she felt all covered with his juice. Before
he could say a word, she raised up and took his dick in her mouth, sucked it
dry of the remaining residue of cum that had yet to drip. Satisfied that she
had drained it totally, she plunged her mouth down the shaft, taking in as much
as she could, lathering it with her spit, wetting it more than it already was.
As she did, she fondled his balls, slapping her fingers against the bottom of
it, making it bounce against her chin.

Before he could say a word, she jumped to her knees
and threw her arms around his shoulders. He put his around her waist and they
embraced.

"I want you at my place every Monday before baseball
practice. Understand?"

Manuel understood. She needed a boy toy, and he was
the lucky boy. He kissed her, rolling his tongue around in her mouth one more
time. Then he stood and grabbed his baseball pants.

"I've got to get a shower and get to practice,”
Manuel said sheepishly.  “But, I'll see you next Monday."

Molly then realized what a mess she had made of
herself, and grabbed a towel to try and clean herself off before heading home. 
She worried that her son Richard might be waiting at home.  What would he think
if he saw her like this? 

Molly didn’t realize that Richard wouldn’t be home
for at least another hour or so.  He was pretty busy that day.

**********

“Give it to me!  Harder!” screamed Manuel’s mother. 
“Fuck me like you mean it!”

They’d been using this motel for a few weeks now,
and Richard worried about the thin walls of the room.  He didn’t want to get
caught, but he couldn’t help himself.

Richard cracked Angie on her tanned, perfectly plump
ass and pinned her down to the mattress.   

“Take it, take it all,” he shouted at her, letting
out a primal growl.

When she would sun herself in a bikini at the community pool, the teenage boys
would all climb into the water to hide their spontaneous boners.

There was no denying it, Mayor Lopez was hot.

She enjoyed the attention from the boys, too. Shit,
it was the whole reason she went down to the community pool during those hot
summer months. She could easily make the 5 minute drive over to Palm Heights
and use the private pool at the country club. They’d made her a member, after
all. But no, she preferred to use her small town’s public facility.

She knew by the way they leered at her that every
teenage boy who hung out at the pool was collecting mental pictures for their
respective spank bank.

The pool was a special place, and she had even
successfully fought the city council when they tried to cut back the hours it
would be open in order to save money. It was one of the rare times that
Christina had done any actual work as mayor. Most of the time her duties just
involved attending two council meetings a month and showing up for an
occasional new business opening or community event.

It was sort of like being a beauty pageant winner,
except that she was getting paid.

Last year, after taking a quick dip in her beloved
community pool, the mayor delighted in using the public shower to clean up.
Acting as if she thought no one could see her, she pulled her top up and washed
off her ample breasts, then slid her already tiny bathing suit bottoms down a
few inches and used her hands to scrub front and back. It was just a few
seconds for each area, nothing too obvious that might let on that she knew she
was being watched.