When I pass the door to Adam’s bedroom I hear the distinctive and unmistakable sounds. The soft whisper of sheets being rhythmically shifted, the muffled grunts and tiny sounds of a creaking bed.
I lay my ear against the door and chuckle quietly. Then I softly tap.
“Adam, are you OK?
Instantly the sounds stop.
“hm, ahum, yes sure, hrmm Jessie, I’m fine, hrm fine...
“OK, goodnight!
Back in bed I lay my head on Frank’s chest and listen to his steady breathing, his torso heaving with every breath. I slip my hand under the covet and inside his pajamas.
“Adam was looking up my dress today, I mumble.
“What? A little alerted, I like that. I like him being jealous.
I look up at him with a grin. “I was picking up some stuff from the floor and he sat at the table, I looked up and saw him eyeing me. He was looking up my dress.
“I’ll speak to him.
“No, don’t, that would just embarrass him, I say with a chuckle, “it was just a quick glance, it’s no big deal. He’s that age.
I wouldn’t tell him that it took my breath away and made my knees soft, or that I may have parted my legs just slightly and stooped a second or two longer than I really had to.
I also wouldn’t tell him that I had been thinking about it all day, feeling Adam’s eyes on me, fantasizing that I wasn’t wearing panties and pulling up my dress for him.
That he was sitting there behind me, watching me, getting hard while he stared at me. That he opened his pants and stroked himself.
The thought made me breathless, wet.
I hold Frank’s soft dick. “Does it turn you on, honey? Knowing that your son was looking at my ass? I ask and squeeze him, pull back the skin.
“That he may be fantasizing about it in his bed right now?
I grind myself slowly against him. “I think this little darling needs a nice sucking... Do you want me to suck it? I’d like to really...
“Please honey, don’t, I’m tired and need to get up early...
Well, fuck him.
I roll over on my back and slide away into my fantasies. I stroke my breasts, pinch the nipples, let my hand wander between my legs.
I let my mind take me where it wants to.
Into his room, where he is laying naked on his bed, masturbating. Thinking of me.
I open his door and stand there in the doorway looking at him, his flat stomach and smooth skin. There isn’t a hair on his body.
He looks into my eyes and slowly strokes himself, pulls the skin up and down over the wet, glittering bulb.
I watch him for a moment, then I come closer, loosen my dressing-gown and let it fall, standing in my lingerie, letting him look at me while his pace increases.
I turn around and show him my ass and bend over slightly in front of him, I pull down my thong while he studies me. He grunts. There’s fire in his eyes.
His hand strokes my ass, fingers carve their way over my skin, lightly touching my steaming folds.
“God you’re beautiful, he says and stands up behind me.
“Your ass drives me crazy, every time I see you I get a hard-on and just want to fuck you, he continues, beating himself faster.
“Fuck you real hard.
He likes to say it and I like to hear it. He says it over and over.
“Fuck you real hard.
Fuck you really hard.
Hold your beautiful ass and fuck you really hard.
Pump my semen into you.
I bend over more while he beats his dick furiously.
One hand holds my hip and I listen to his moans and grunts when he sprays his hot cum on me
and rubs the creamy dick on my ass.
I’m almost ready to slip out of bed and tap on his door again.
No, Jessie, stop! Bad idea.
I silently get up, put on my robe and take my dildo, tip-toe past his door to the spare bedroom. I can’t help stopping to listen at his door, but can’t hear any sounds. I imagine him coming on his stomach and sheets, grinning and heaving.
On the guest bed I slide the dildo, repeating the fantasy and recalling past lovers, how they whisper into my ear, hold my breasts, suck the nipples, kiss my neck and give me head.
I watch a boy in the family next door undress for me. He holds his growing dick and strokes himself while he looks at me.
Faceless and naked men and boys come out of the shadows, they quietly circle me, stroke my skin, kiss me, unbutton my buttons, unzip my zippers, hold my breasts, feel my ass.
I make them hard.
I inhale their scent, the musky odours of their armpits and groins, I lick their firm chests, stroke their flat hard bellies and firm young asses, fondle their testicles and dicks.
I see a line of men and boys, all wanting me.
Frank’s friends, Adam and his friends, the black waiter at Cristo’s, the man at the gas station, my boss, his son... They growl and shout while they take me, they hold me down, pull my hair, tell me how good it is to fuck me, how they are going to come in me.
Yes, come on!
Faster!
Harder!
Louder!
I have them all. They roar and yell when they come in me, on me. I scream, whimper and cry while they fuck me everywhere.
I am the object of their lust, I am the woman they want, the ass they dream of, the mouth that makes their balls guzzle, the pussy they need to penetrate and impregnate.
I make them come.
I’m about to come when I startle at a quiet knock on the door.
“Jessie, are you OK?
”Hrrm, yes Adam, fine, hrrmm just fine...
” Can I come in?