Pam's SeductionChapter 4by Theresa
Pam finished her grocery shopping and went upstairs to change clothes. Frank had left her a note saying he'd be out running around as well, and with Jason and Kevin off to the river, she had the house to herself for a bit. As she unbuttoned her blouse, she mulled over the events of that morning once more. She couldn't help herself it seemed. The look on Kevin's face was still etched in her mind, that and the sight of his obvious excitement. Was she still desirable? Kevin obviously thought so, as did Frank. It had been a long time since she took the time to wake him that way and judging from his reaction he loved it. Pam never thought of herself as a sexual object to Jason's friends though, this would take a bit of getting used to.
She thought about Frank's excitement the night before. He really seemed to get off thinking about Kevin and her. With a brief laugh to herself, she wondered what he'd think if he walked in on her with Kevin. She got the feeling he wouldn't mind all that much. With that image in her mind, she felt her nipples grow stiff and push against the satin cups of her bra. Unconsciously, she brushed them with her hands as she studied her figure in the mirror. She felt the familiar dampness between her legs and shifted slightly.
This is silly, she thought at first, and turned to the dresser to get her cut offs for gardening. She found them and laid them on the bed and pulled one of Franks work shirts out of another drawer as well. She slid out of her slacks, and laid them on the bed next to her blouse, chastising herself for fantasizing about something so wicked. She was, after all, old enough to be Kevin's mother. But that didn't seem to deter him in the least, judging from his reaction.
"Get ahold of yourself," she said to the walls. Pam sat on the bed to put her cut offs on, feeling very strange. She ran a finger down her belly, and across her panties, feeling her mons. Her panties were damp and she finally gave in to her urges. She needed relief, and if she had to give it to herself, so be it. After all, she reasoned, she wouldn't get anything done in the garden until she did so.
Set on her course of action, she abandoned any pretence of decency and let her mind wander. She twisted herself onto the bed and lay back, her forefinger tracing lazy circles around her still erect nipples. She felt a shudder course through her as she did so, her mind clicking dozens of images as she touched herself.
Imagining Kevin knelt between her legs, discovering her moistness. Feeling his trembling fingers search her out, little mewls of pleasure escaping her lips as he found her clit. She'd show him so many things, she thought, she'd teach him how to please a woman. He'd touch her tentatively at first, not knowing what he was doing, his excitement all pent up. "Kiss me there," she'd whisper to her new lover. And he would. She could feel his lips as her fingers dug into her panties and parted herself. Slick with her dew, she easily slid around her raised clit, circling, tugging on her thick inner lips, swollen with passion.
His lips would grasp them, she thought, his tender lips, unsure, but she'd tell him to do so. "Lick my clit," she'd mutter to him, "light strokes, upward, oh yes, oh yes..." she sighed as she imagined his tongue warm and wet, licking her. Her morning love making with Frank had only set the stage for the orgasm she felt building inside of her. It seemed to pulsate through her as her fingers circled faster, firmer, around her raised and exposed clit.
"Oh God," she moaned, "Take me," her words spilled out involuntarily, knowing that by this point, Kevin would be raging hard and more than ready. She wanted to feel that cock she saw outlined, wanted it thrusting deep inside of her, with all the energy and eagerness of youth. She knew he'd cum almost instantly but she was ready for that too. She would cum with him, she knew it, she could feel his knob pushing against her, finding her opening, then sliding in to the hilt.
Pam slid two fingers inside of herself as she bucked wildly on the bed, Her other hand pinched her nipple, hard now, needing the pain, needing to cum and the wave finally crested. Twisting and writhing on the bed, her hand buried deeply in her panties, she came in glorious waves, powerfully washing over her, quenching her need.
"Uuuggghh," she moaned gutturally. "Oooohhh, aaahhhggghhhhh..."
Her climax subsided slowly and left her breathless. Her arms and legs trembled as she came down to earth again, and she heaved a sigh of sweet relief. Her fingers continued a slow circling motion around her clit, softly, she was very sensitive now, and so very wet. A satisfied smile crossed her face. She'd have to change the comforter, but after cumming like that, it was worth it, she thought.
She sat up and just about peed herself as she saw Kevin standing in the doorway, his pants down, his cock huge and hard, his eyes tightly closed as his fist pumped wildly.
"OH MY GOD!" she screamed.
The noise startled Kevin from his reverie and he nearly fell over himself. At that moment, his cock erupted and a thick stream of cum gushed out and shot about four feet into her bedroom. Time stood still for them both as his cum seemed to hang in the air, jetting in a graceful arc, curving, slicing through the air, and finally dying with a barely audible plunk into the carpet.
"Oh shit," Kevin muttered.
A second stream followed the first, weaker, smaller, without the force of the initial spurt, landing near his shoes. His cock continued to leak after this, but without his hand further stimulating it, his climax drizzled to a close.
Over her initial shock, Pam tried to cover herself with the clothes on the bed, but it was much too late to preserve any modesty. She felt her face flush, not knowing how long he'd been there, but obviously long enough to see her cum, long enough to hear her moan in passion, and she wondered if she'd inadvertently called his name. She couldn't remember.
"Oh, my God," she repeated, stunned and ashamed and a bit frightened at being caught in such a compromising position. The puddle of warm cum stood on the nap of the carpet, a silent testament to Kevin's enjoyment of her performance and she stared at it, gleaming in the sunlight of the late morning.
"I..., er..." Kevin stammered, then gave up on any verbal communication and turned down the hallway quickly retreating.
"Oh my God," Pam said once more. What the hell was going on?
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