I shot Jenny a wide smile. "Yeah, it is. Thanks!" I gushed.
"Good. Let me know if you need any more help with anything. I'll be in the kitchen."
"Thanks, Jenny." I watched her leave my room, feeling happier than I had in quite some time.
I lost all track of time as I began unpacking. I began filling the bookcase that I had brought, then started unpacking my CDs. I was hanging clothes in the closet some time later when I began to smell the roast beef cooking in the kitchen. It was only then that I began to grow hungry and realized that so much time had passed. I had gotten enough unpacked for the time being and wanted to spend some time with Jenny, so I made my way out to the kitchen.
"That smells so good," I said as I approached Jenny.
She turned from the stove where she was making gravy and smiled, seeming pleased by my remark.
"I was going to call you in a while. It's almost done," she said.
"I'm getting hungry," I told her. "Can I help you with anything?"
Jenny shook her head. "No, thanks. Once the gravy is ready, we can eat," she said. "I set the table a few minutes ago."
I turned towards the table. In the center was a platter with the roast beef on it, already sliced. Beside that was a dish with mixed vegetables. Plates with utensils and napkins beside them had been placed at opposite ends of the table.
It was then that I noticed a small box, wrapped with blue tissue paper, had been placed on the plate where I would be sitting at the table. Atop that was another, smaller box, maybe only a few inches square. I stared at the gift-wrapped boxes for a few moments, then turned back to Jenny.
"What's this?" I asked, my brow furrowing.
She was filling a gravy boat on the counter, and once she had finished she brought it over to the table. She set it down, then smiled at me. "I got you a couple of gifts," she explained. "Sort of an apartment-warming gift."
"Thanks, but you didn't have to do that," I told her, then looked down at the boxes again.
"Go on, open them." Jenny sidled over by my left side, seeming more excited about the gifts than I was. Her eyes had widened and brightened as she waited for me to open the gifts.
I picked up the small box and unwrapped it, then opened it. Inside was a brass key on a rectangular red plastic fob bearing my name in white lettering. I smiled up at Jenny, a little puzzled.
"It's an apartment key," she explained. "This place is as much yours as it is mine now, and I want you to have the key, so you can come and go as you please.
I shot her a wide smile, feeling very happy for the key and what it symbolized. "Thanks, Jenny!" I gushed. "That really means a lot to me." I stared down at the key in my hand again, still smiling.
"You're welcome," she said. "It means a lot to me too -- you mean a lot to me, Nick. Now open the other one."
I tucked the key in the front pocket of my jeans. Jenny watched nervously as I picked up the larger box from the table and gave it a shake.
Jenny giggled. "Careful -- don't break it," she joked.
I tore the paper off of the box, then opened it. Inside was a pair of blue silk boxer shorts -- a shade brighter than the wrapping paper. I smiled as I took them from the box and held them up to examine them.
"I told you a while back I was going to get you a pair of these, but never got around to it till now," Jenny said. "I hope you like them." She gave me a nervous-looking stare as she waited for my reaction.
"They're great -- thanks!" I exclaimed as I shot her a wide smile.
"I think you'll like how they feel on you." Jenny said. She stepped closer and rested her hand on my left shoulder, then kissed my cheek. "But I have to confess, I kind of have ulterior motives,"
she added as her eyes flitted up to mine. "I think you'll look really sexy wearing these."
I let out a nervous laugh. "Well, I'm not so sure about that," I said. "But if you think so, that's all that matters. Thanks!"
"My pleasure," she said with a teasing smile.
"Now, let's eat. You must be hungry."
I was hungry. The roast beef, vegetables and mashed potatoes were delicious, and I showed my appreciation for Jenny's cooking by having two large platefuls. Jenny seemed both amused and pleased by my appetite as she watched me from across the table.
Once we had finished eating I dried dishes as Jenny washed. She insisted that she needed no help cleaning-up, but I would have felt guilty if I hadn't -- especially after she'd cooked such a wonderful meal. Besides, the sooner she finished with the dishes, the sooner she and I could spend some time together.
Once we had finished the dishes Jenny turned to me as she dried her hands on a towel and said
"Thanks for helping me with the dishes, Nick. But you didn't have to."
"No problem," I told her. "If I'm going to be living here I want to pull my own weight, and that means helping you with stuff as much as possible."
"Thanks, I really appreciate that. But don't sweat it too much," she said. "I'm not a clean freak." Then she turned and left the kitchen.
I followed the sound of Jenny's giggle in to the living room and sat down on the couch beside her. She began flipping from one channel to another, searching for something to watch. It didn't matter to me what we watched. I was more than content just to be sitting beside her.
"Oh, this looks good," Jenny said, stopping when she reached The Discovery Channel. On the screen two fat emperor penguins were waddling across a windswept, rocky beach, while a narrator droned-on about their mating habits.
That evening passed uneventfully. Jenny and I sat like bookends on the couch watching television, making comments occasionally and talking a bit during commercials. Once it approached eleven o'clock she yawned and stretched.
"Time to get my beauty sleep," she announced, covering her mouth as she yawned.
"You don't need a bit," I replied, turning towards her.
Jenny's eyes met mine and she smiled. "Aww, thanks, Nick," she said. "Having you around is going to be so good for my ego."
"Well, I mean it," I assured her. "You're beautiful, Jenny."
"Thanks," she said as she got up from the couch, still smiling. "Have a good night, Nick. I'm so happy to have you here with me. I hope you feel the same."
"I do -- absolutely," I assured her, unable to hide my happiness. I thought for a moment, then said "I should be getting to bed too. I'm kind of tired from all that packing and unpacking."
Jenny's eyes seemed to brighten a bit. "So, are you going to wear your new boxers to bed tonight?" she asked inquisitively.
"Yeah, I am," I said with a nod.
A few seconds passed, then a smile appeared on her pretty face and her eyes danced over me.
"Does that mean I might get to see how they look on you?" Jenny asked. She sounded eager and hopeful as she took a step closer, looking flirtatious, and maybe even a little excited.
I thought for a moment, wrestling with my bashfulness. Finally I said "Ah... okay. Give me a minute to change."
"Sure, give me a shout when you're ready," she replied.
I went to the kitchen to get my boxers while Jenny turned the television and the living room lights off, then I made my way down the hall to my bedroom. Still feeling a little uneasy, I stripped off my jeans and underwear, then pulled the boxers on. It was then that I knew what Jenny meant when she said that I'd like the feeling of the silk. Almost immediately, I began getting hard as my balls and the head of my cock rubbed over the silk. After taking several deep breaths, and forcing myself to think of other things, I left my room wearing only the silk boxers and a t-shirt and stepped back into the hall.
The lights in the living room and kitchen were out and the apartment was quiet. I turned to my right and noticed that Jenny's bedroom door was ajar a few inches. Her light was on, and as I was about to call out to her I noticed her through the partially open door. Her back was to me and she was pulling on a white silk pajama top that was adorned with tiny roses. I recognized it from her having worn it her second night at my parents' place a month or so previously. For one brief tantalizing moment I could see her bare shoulders and the side of her left breast. It hung down a ways, round and firm. I watched for a few seconds as she began buttoning-up the silk top, oblivious to me watching her from the hall.
I quickly turned to face the bathroom door before she caught me spying on her from the hall. "Ready when you are," I said, my cock beginning to stiffen.
A few seconds later Jenny opened her bedroom door and stepped out. The first button of her pajama top was undone, revealing a wedge of soft, tanned skin above her breasts. I stared, following the opening down towards the swell of her mounds. Her hard nipples pushed out at the silk, and images of how they looked flashed in my mind. My cock begin to tent my boxers, and Jenny's eyes soon moved down towards it. She smiled as she looked me over, her eyes lingering on my growing erection for a few moments.
"I told you that you'd like how they felt on you." The glint in Jenny's eyes and was unmistakable as she eyed my hard-on for a few more seconds.
"Ah... yeah... they feel... silky," I stammered, then let out an embarrassed simper.
Jenny giggled, seeming amused by my bashfulness, and took a step closer. "It feels good, doesn't it?" she remarked.
Jenny's lilting voice was as silky as the boxers she had given me, and it made my cock throb once more. I swallowed hard and nodded, feeling my mouth getting dry. "Yeah... it does," I said.
"Thanks again for getting them for me."
Jenny's smile grew wider and her voice softer.
"You're welcome," she said. "Believe me, it was worth it, just to see you wearing them right now."
I felt myself blush and looked away for a moment. Then my eyes moved back up to the outline of her hard, thick nipples pushing out from her silk top. "I like the effect that the silk has on you too," I said with a brash grin as I leered at her breasts.
Jenny tilted her head down, then her eyes met mine again. "It has a way of making things hard, doesn't it?" she said with a coquettish giggle.
I gave her a bashful nod and a wan smile. "Yeah," I sighed.
"I'll have to get you a few more pairs. Maybe one for every way of the week," Jenny suggested with a grin.
"Oh, that's okay," I told her. "You don't have to do that."
"But if I do, will you wear them?"
"Yeah, sure," I said with a nod.
"Okay. Good then," she said, sounding happy. "I'm going to bed. Sweet dreams, Nick."
"You too. Have a good night," I told her.
I was about to turn and return to my room when Jenny placed her hands on my shoulders and leaned in to me. Her pliant, moist lips met my left cheek and she gave me a lingering kiss. I felt her breasts stroke my chest and her stomach rub over my cock. She lingered for a moment, pushing harder against my shaft. The sensations of her body and the silk on my cock made me shudder slightly. My hands slid up her sides as I returned her kiss, pressing my mouth to her left cheek. Her skin felt soft and warm on my lips, and I wanted to kiss my way down her neck and chest, to her thick, hard nipples.
"I'm glad you like my gift. You look so sexy in those boxers. Think of me when you wear them," she whispered into my ear. "I'll be thinking of you as I fall asleep." Her hips shifted again and her stomach caressed my cock.
I gave Jenny a surprised look, but before I could summon any words she had turned and gone back in to her room. I stood alone in the hall for a few moments, bewildered and horny, then went to my room.
Normally I have trouble sleeping in a strange place. But from the moment that I got into bed that first night I felt at home. As I lay in bed that night -- that first night in my and Jenny's apartment -- my mind filled with all sorts of images and scenarios as I stroked my cock. I tried to imagine what she was doing on the other side of the bedroom wall that separated us. I wanted her. Craved her. But I didn't just want her physically; I wanted her emotionally as well. That night I became even more determined than ever to make it happen.
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That Sunday morning when I awoke I was surprised to see that it was almost eight. I had thought that I would sleep later than I had. But not feeling tired, or wanting to waste the day in bed, I decided to get up. My first plan was to use the bathroom.
When I went out in to the hall I noticed that Jenny's bedroom door was still closed. I assumed that she must be still asleep. My cum from the night before clung to my stomach and left thigh, coating not only me, but the insides of my t-shirt and boxers as well.
Once I finished in the bathroom I decided to have a shower, but my bath towel as still in my room -- either still in a box somewhere, or stuffed in a drawer in my bureau. As I left the bathroom I met Jenny leaving her room. As she pulled her door ajar she turned, seeming surprised to encounter me.
"Oh... good morning," she said, sounding a little startled and sleepy. "Did you have a good sleep?"
"Yeah, I slept great? You?" I replied.
Jenny nodded. Yeah, I did," she said.
I could feel my cock twitch and swell. I grew nervous as a few moments of tense silence followed as I waited for Jenny to enter the bathroom. Then her eyes shifted down to my growing erection pushing out at my boxers and a faint smile formed on her face.
"You're... ah...up early," she quipped. She crossed her arms under her breasts, bringing the silk top she was wearing taut over her firm mounds, accentuating their size and roundness.
"Uh, yeah," I grunted. "I didn't want to waste my time sleeping, so I figured I'd get up and have a shower. But if you need the bathroom, go ahead."
Jenny nodded. "I was just going there, then I'll get dressed and make some breakfast."
I ran my eyes over her once more, smiling.
"There's nothing wrong with what you're wearing now," I told her. "No need to change."
"Oh, Nick, you're incorrigible," she said with a playful shake of her head. "I should have known you'd say something like that."
By now my cock was beginning to throb and push out at my boxers even more. There was no way that Jenny could not notice that I was hard.
"What am I going to do with you" she added, smirking.
"Anything you want to," I shot back.
Jenny gave me an almost anguished look. "Oh, honey, you know we can't," she droned. The tense silence returned, and she stared over my shoulder for a while, then said "I won't be long in there, then it's all yours."
Jenny brushed by me and closed the bathroom door. I returned to my room and sat on the edge of my bed, clutching my bath towel. I could hear the sound of the shower from the bathroom, then Jenny returning to her room. I couldn't tell if she was really upset with me or not, but it seemed as though she was. I felt very nervous about facing her again. Once I thought I could leave my room without running into her, I crept to the bathroom and had a shower.
By the time I'd finished my shower and got dressed I could smell bacon frying in the kitchen. It made me hungry. I went out to the kitchen and found Jenny sitting at the table having breakfast. She looked up and gave me a smile. She was wearing a thin pink bathrobe, tied tightly around her. I forced my eyes from her chest and turned towards a cupboard and brought out a bowl.
"There's more bacon and eggs if you want some," she said.
"Thanks, but I'll probably just have some cereal," I told her.
I half-filled a bowl with Rice Crispies, sugar and milk and sat down opposite Jenny. I began eating, but the tension was obvious, or at least it seemed that way to me. After choking down a few spoonfuls of cereal I looked over at her.
"Are you mad at me?" I asked.
She looked up from her plate. "No," she said with surprise. "What makes you think that?"
I sighed. "It's just that earlier... in the hall... I thought maybe I'd crossed some line and offended you, or whatever." I could barely meet her gaze, but I had to clear the air. The last thing I wanted was to have Jenny mad at me.
Jenny got up and went to the sink with her plate and tumbler. She poured hot water over them, then turned towards me, hands braced on the counter in front of the sink. "I'm not mad, Honey," she began. "But you know how I feel. I screwed-up when you were born. Then I did it again once I had the nerve to tell you the truth about who I am to you. I don't want to make that mistake again."
I listened to Jenny's soft voice begin to tremble as she spoke. Once she finished, her lower lip began to quiver. She wiped the heel of her right hand over her eyes and gave me a compunctious look.
"Oh, geez, Jenny... don't cry," I said, almost begging. "And don't ever think that I think you screwed up. You did the best you could in a rotten situation when you were younger. And what's happened since -- that's as much my fault too -- but it's not like I'll ever regret it, or consider it a mistake."
I got up from my chair and went over to her. She reached out for me as I stepped closer, then held onto my shoulders. She rested her chin on my left shoulder, and ran her hand up my back. As my hand moved over her back, feeling her soft body through her bathrobe, I could feel my cock stiffen. My initial reaction was to shrink away, but Jenny held me tighter, shifting her hips so I could feel my hard shaft pushing against her.
"Doesn't that thing of yours ever relax?" she said with a faint laugh."
"Sorry," I muttered as I eased away from her.
"No, it's okay," she said haltingly, pulling me back to her. "I... I guess you can't always help it."
"Not when I'm around you, I can't." I heard myself let out a nervous laugh and I slid my right hand over Jenny's back.
Jenny giggled and pressed herself tighter against me. After about ten seconds she sighed and said "What are we going to do, Nick?"
I leaned away, looking into her watery eyes. I ran my hand down her back and stopped when I met the curve of her left hip and I held onto it. My cock was as hard as a fence post now, and firmly pressed to her stomach. She hadn't recoiled, which surprised me. I shifted my hips slightly, rubbing myself against her.
"What do you mean? We're doing it," I said.
"Things are great between us."
Jenny let out a ragged sigh, still clutching me.
"But I feel like we're in limbo. We can't go back to what we were a few weeks ago, and I'm not sure what's going to happen," she said. "I want to try to make up for all those years of lies and not being there for you, as much as I can anyway. But there's all those other feelings -- ones that a mother shouldn't have for her son -- that I struggle with."
I thought about what she had said for a little bit and noticed the pained expression on her face. Now I was beginning to feel responsible for how she felt, but didn't think there was any reason for her to feel so tortured in the first place.
"Maybe we should just accept that what we have is different... special," I concluded. "Rather than fighting it and feeling bad about it."
Jenny gave me a suspicious stare, then smirked as her narrowed eyes locked on mine. "You'll say anything to get me into bed again, won't you?" she taunted.
I winced. Not because she saw through my guile, but because I was being sincere, and genuinely cared about her feelings too. I have her a lop-sided smile and said "Well, not exactly anything. But you know I'm right, Jenny. Maybe us fighting what we feel will be worse on us in the long run, rather than finding a way to deal with it and being honest about it -- not only with ourselves, but each other."
Jenny's eyes darted about and she wiggled her lips as she thought about what I'd said. "I guess I need to be a little more realistic, huh?" she concluded.
"Well, there is this undeniable attraction between us," I told her.
Her smile widened and her eyes shifted down to my erection, then back up. "The only thing I feel between us right now is something besides attraction," she shot back with an impish grin.
I became nervous, but the mischievous look in Jenny's brown eyes thrilled me. My cock throbbed and I pressed it harder against her. "Do you like it?" I asked, somewhat tentatively.
"I guess I don't mind a little... ummm... naughtiness, once in a while. As long as it doesn't go too far."
I tugged at her waist, pulling her tighter against my hard shaft. "How much naughtiness?" I prodded, excited and encouraged by her remark.
"I knew that would be the next question," she said with a laugh.
"Well, it's a fair question," I said.
Jenny shrugged, looking pensive for several seconds. "I don't know," she finally said. "But I'll let you know if you go too far. But don't worry, I won't get mad at you."
I was relieved and encouraged by her words, and gave her a wide smile. "Thanks," I said.
After a few moments Jenny looked over my shoulder at the wall clock behind me. "Okay, now let go," she said. "I have to get dressed and run down to the store for a few things."
Thinking this was a good opportunity for me to be helpful, and show my gratitude for all that Jenny had done for me, I said "What do you need? I'll go for you."
"Just a couple of things," she replied. "I'm almost out of cream for coffee and I wouldn't mind having some Oreos to snack on later."
"No, problem," I said. "I'm glad I can be of some use."
Jenny chuckled and turned to get some money from her purse on the counter. She handed me some money and said "There's a convenience store on the corner at Montague Street. You can get the stuff there. If you see anything you want, get that too. Thanks, Nick!"
"No problem," I said as I headed for the door.
It was a beautiful Sunday morning and I enjoyed the walk in the sun and fresh air. It also gave me time to think and quell my libido. After reflecting on it while I walked, I realized that I was comfortable and very happy with the new status quo between Jenny and me. I picked up the things at the store that she wanted and bought a bottle of Pepsi for myself. When I returned to the apartment I didn't see Jenny in the kitchen or living room.
"Hey, I'm back," I called out as I put the pop and cream in the fridge, thinking that Jenny must be in her room.
I walked down the hall, and when I came to the bathroom I froze. The door was open and Jenny was kneeling beside the bathtub, scrubbing it. Her iPod was on the edge of the tub and the earbuds in her ears, which is why she wouldn't have heard me when I called to her. She was wearing a white shirt that looked like a man's dress shirt and a pair of denim cutoffs. My cock hardened within seconds as I ran my eyes up her smooth, tanned legs to her curvy ass, barely covered by the denim. Lewd images of kneeling behind her and tugging her shorts down flooded my mind. That's when she turned and saw me standing there. She smiled and pulled the earbuds from her ears.
"Oh, I didn't hear you come in," she said. "I'm listening to James McMurtry. You should check him out. He's a lot better than that Waits guy you listen to."
"I doubt it," I scoffed as I stepped closer to her.
It was then, as Jenny swiveled herself around on the mauve bathmat to face me, that I realized that the top three buttons of her shirt were undone. I stood over her, peering into the open front of her shirt. It was obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra, and I stared at her pendulous mounds, most of which I could see. Now new thoughts and images filled my mind as I looked down at Jenny. She was kneeling less than a yard from me, and I wanted to grab a fistful of her hair and pull her mouth closer as I took my hard cock out of my jeans. My erection began to tent my jeans and I noticed her eyes on it. Her moist lips formed a smile as she stared at my crotch.
"Can I gave you a hand?" I asked, hoping to break the awkward silence.
"No, thanks," Jenny said. "I'm almost done." She raised her eyes, looking up at me as she braced her palms on her bare thighs. "How about you?"
"Huh?" I grunted, cocking my head to one side in puzzlement.
Jenny smiled up at me. "Are you done staring at my tits?" she elaborated with a brassy laugh.
"No," I said. "I could do that all day."
"Well, show's over," Jenny giggled as she stood up. "Sorry, Nick."
As Jenny leaned over and got to her feet her shirt fell away from her and I noticed the heart-shaped tattoo bearing my name that she'd gotten on her left breast. My eyes were drawn to it and I smiled, feeling pleased all over again at the symbol of her love for me that she'd gotten permanently inked on her.
"Your tattoo looks good," I said. "And it means a lot to me that you got it."
Jenny smiled and brushed strands of her hair out of her eyes. She tilted her head down and pulled her shirt aside a ways to uncover her tattoo. She smiled down at it, then back up at me. "Thanks," she said. "Do you really think it looks good?"
Now I could see more of the round mass of her left breast, and noticed that her nipple had stiffened a bit. It pushed out at the white cotton, just a few inches from the row of button holes. I really wanted to slip my hand inside her shirt and feel her, but clenched my fist and took a deep breath instead.
"Yeah, it looks good," I droned, still ogling her partially bare breast.
"My tattoo or my tit?" she retorted.
"Ummm... both," I said with a chuckle.
"More like both tits, you mean," she shot back.
As Jenny laughed I watched her breasts jiggle a bit inside her shirt. Now the outlines of her nipples had become more obvious against the front of the shirt. I fixed my eyes on them as she as she pulled her shirt closed so the cotton grew taut over them.
"I guess it's not only silk that makes some things hard," I commented.
Jenny shot me a twisted smile and took another glance down to the front of my jeans. "I'd say so -- from the looks of you," she teased.
I felt myself blush a bit, but managed a smile. I placed my hands on Jenny's waist and pulled her to me. She giggled a bit as our bodies met, but didn't resist as she braced herself on my hips.
"God, you're beautiful," I breathed as I began to stroke her back, still leering down into her partially open shirt.
"Thank-you," she said, sounding shy.
My cock was still pressed to her stomach and throbbing as I ran my eyes over her. Jenny's cheeks had become flushed and I was about to cop a feel when the buzzer to her apartment sounded.
Jenny lurched away from me as though she'd touched an electric fence and yanked her shirt closed. Her wide eyes met mine for an instant, then she turned towards the hall.
"Shit," she spat out.
"I'll be out in a minute," I said as Jenny left the bathroom to answer the door.
My cock was diamond-hard and I did not want to face whoever was visiting us in that condition. I also had to pee. It took a while for my erection to wither before I could use the bathroom. After washing my hands I took a deep breath and reached for the doorknob, ready to greet whoever had stopped by.
As I turned right and went down the hall I could still feel my heart pounding, then when I took a look to my right in to the living room my pulse sped up even faster. I froze in place as my jaw went slack.
Standing in the living room was my father. He was clutching Jenny tight around her waist and his right hand was inside her shirt, groping her left breast. My cock grew rock-hard again as I watched the scene, then I became filled with all sorts of unhealthy thoughts. Jenny's hands were on his sides and she was softly giggling, apparently not bothered by her brother fondling her. Then from the corner of her eye she noticed me. She pushed him away and began buttoning her shirt.
I stepped back and waited a few more seconds before entering the living room. "Hey, Dad," I said, trying to sound cheerful. "How's it going?" I noticed Jenny shrink back towards the couch. She pulled her shirt tight around her and folded her arms over her waist, staring at the floor.
"Uh, not bad," Dad stammered, seeming flustered. His cheeks were rosy and his eyes were narrow slits, like a snake's. They shifted about as he spoke. "Your mother found some clothes of yours in a basket in the laundry room, so I decided to come over to drop them off."
Dad gestured with his chin towards the coffee table. I turned and saw a plastic shopping bag sitting there beside the remote control. I picked it up and looked in it. There were a few t-shirts, underwear and a pair of jeans inside.
"Thanks, Dad," I said and dropped the bag down again where it had been.
"You're welcome." Dad abruptly looked down at his watch and shifted about as though he had to pee, then said "I should be getting back. I just wanted to drop those things off. I think your mother wants the car to go to some yard sales later."
Jenny and I followed Dad to the door. She seemed dour and sheepish as she saw him off. I also noticed that only the very top button of her shirt was undone now. Then she closed the door and turned to me with a guilty look on her face. She leaned back against the door, arms folded behind her.
"I didn't encourage him, or lead him on, if that's what you're thinking," she said defensively.
"I never said that," I replied, trying to hide my true feelings.
"You didn't have to," she shot back. "The look in your eyes says it."
"Did you like getting felt-up by dad?" I asked, waiting for her reaction, yet dreading it.
"No," she said without hesitation. "I was scared that you were going to walk in on us. That would have been so embarrassing and uncomfortable -- for all of us."
"But -- if it weren't for you being afraid of me catching you guys..." I began.
"Stop it, Nick," she snapped as she cut off my words. Anger flared in her eyes as they met mine.
Jenny seemed nervous -- maybe even conflicted. And although I couldn't admit it outright, catching Dad feeling her up, and her not seeming to mind it a whole hell of a lot, made me quite jealous and more than a little pissed-off.
I slid my hand down her left hip, over her cut-offs, until I was stroking the side of her bare thigh. Jenny was holding my by my waist now, seeming more relaxed. Her skin was soft and smooth, but I wasn't content to just feel her upper thigh.
Pressing myself against her chest, I kissed Jenny's right cheek. "I love you," I whispered into her ear. I could feel my cock harden and I pushed it against her and began to move my hips. Her hair smelled like flowers and I closed my eyes, drawing in a deep breath.
Jenny sighed as she slid her hands up my back to hold me to her. "You're not making this easy on me, Nick," she said, bathing my neck with her hot breath.
"It's not easy on me either," I said, trying not to sound angry or too hurt. "I love you, Jenny." I stared at the door behind her as my mind filled with all sorts of thoughts and worries.
"I love you too," she replied. Then, as though Jenny sensed my mental turmoil, she looked into my eyes and gave me a dim smile. "You're jealous of Rich, aren't you?" she asked in almost a whisper, sounding fearful of my answer.
"No," I said, although I knew I sounded unconvincing.
Jenny slipped from my embrace and took me by my left hand. "Come here," she said. "Let's talk."
She lead me over to the couch and guided me down beside her, still holding my hand. Her eyes never left mine, and when she spoke her voice was reassuring and loving. "I love you, Nick," she began. "I'm sorry if what you saw upset you, but I hope you know that I never wanted it to happen. No more than you did."
"You sure didn't seem to mind it though, judging from what I saw," I said as I shot her a accusatory glare.
Jenny sighed and tightened her mouth. "He's my brother, Nick. It's not like some guy on the street just walked up to me and grabbed me. And that wasn't the first time that Rich has done that either -- you know that. No, I didn't get mad at him, but that was mostly because I didn't want an ugly scene between you and him. Look at how you're reacting to this. Imagine if you had've confronted him about it..."
I avoided Jenny's pleading eyes while I thought it over. Logic and reason told me that she was right, but I was still wrestling with feelings I wasn't proud of. When I felt her give my hand another squeeze I looked up again. She had tucked her bottom lip in and seemed apprehensive.
"Nick, please don't be mad at me," she pleaded.
"I'm not. I love you," I replied, trying to mask all the other emotions I was feeling.
"Oh, Nick, I love you too," she gushed.
Jenny practically threw her arms around my neck and fell against me, clutching me to her. I felt her hands run over my back and her chin resting on my shoulder. I held her, feeling her soft, warm body pressed to me. Her breasts felt firm and round on my chest, and it wasn't long before my erection returned.
"You know, I don't think Rich's real reason for coming over was to drop off those clothes for you," Jenny surmised. "I think he was just hoping to catch me alone, so he could steal some cheap thrills." She giggled and squirmed a bit, rubbing herself against me and holding me tighter.
"I know. I was thinking the same thing," I agreed.
A comfortable silence soon enveloped us. My cock was throbbing and I wondered if Jenny had glanced down at the bulge in my jeans. I slid my hand around and up her side. I cupped her left breast, pushing it up and giving it a hard squeeze. It was firm, and I gave up trying to hold all of it in my palm after a few moments. Soon her nipple stiffened, growing thick and hard as it poked against my fingers. I rubbed my thumb around it in a circle, then pinched it through her shirt. I felt her shudder a bit and let out a sigh. Then she leaned back and looked into my eyes. Hers were half-closed and looked serene, but she was frowning.
"Nick... you know you're not allowed to do that anymore," she said. Her tone was soft, almost sympathetic as she spoke. She took my hand in hers and eased it off of her breast, still holding it once it lay at my side.
"If Dad can, why can't I?" I demanded.
"He's not allowed to either," she said. "He just does it without asking, 'cause he knows what my answer will be."
"You've got perfect breasts," I said, not taking my eyes from them.
Despite her misgivings, Jenny let out a modest chuckle at my compliment. "Thanks," she said in almost a hush as she lowered her eyes briefly. Then she looked up and said "Nick... can you hold me, please. I mean... just hold me, without us messing around...?"
Jenny's request made me feel a little guilty, but it also pleased me very much to know that she wanted an emotional attachment between us, and craved tenderness as much as I did. "Of course," I said as I wrapped my arms around her.
I held Jenny to me again. She wiggled on the couch and moved so she was lying on my chest, head resting on my right shoulder. I stroked her back, then ran the backs of my fingernails down her spine. She shuddered, then looked up at me with a grin.
"Do you have an instruction book for what turns me on, or something?" she joked.
"No... I guess it's a sixth sense," I said. "But I'm glad you like it."
Jenny let out a soft moan, shifting her hips. Within a half hour she had dozed off. I didn't notice at first as I stared out the patio doors on to the balcony and buildings in the distance, rising up against the blue sky. Then when I heard the change in her breathing I looked down and saw that she was asleep. Not wanting to wake her, I remained still, just holding her and feeling the persistent throbbing of my cock as I stared at her cleavage. A little while later she moved against me, sliding to my right, and opened her eyes. She gave me a bleary-eyed look and smiled.
"I guess I nodded-off," she said, sounding sleepy.
"Yeah, for a while," I told her. I hugged her tighter and kissed her cheek.
"Okay, now let me go, Nick. I have to go pee," she said after a little while.
I watched as Jenny stood up, then went down the hall to the bathroom. She returned a little while later and stood beside the couch. "Are you getting hungry?" she asked.
I thought for a moment. "Now that you mention it -- yeah," I said.
"Good. So am I. What do you feel like having?" she asked.
A smile crept over my face and she rolled her eyes. "Stop it," she said with a laugh. "I'm not on the menu. Pick something else."
"Then in that case, it doesn't matter," I told her.
Jenny and I made spaghetti for supper that night. It was delicious, and once we had finished the dishes we returned to the living room to watch television until bedtime. It was another wonderful evening spent with her, and it left me happy and horny.
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As we were having breakfast Monday morning Jenny asked if I wanted to go to the mall with her. I think she already knew that I would accept, and her question was perfunctory.
"I don't really need anything," she said. "But I thought that since it's such a nice day it would be fun to get out for a while. I'd like to wander through a book store, and maybe shop for some CDs."
"That sounds like fun," I said, although anything involving Jenny was fun.
Jenny was wearing a knee-length jade-coloured skirt and a white blouse with a green floral pattern. Neither was especially tight on her, or revealing, but she still looked incredibly sexy walking about the mall. Her hair flowed over her shoulders and her breasts gave a slight, yet noticeable bounce as she strode about. Several times she caught my eyes on her and gave me a sultry smile as we walked.
By the time we returned to the apartment it was late afternoon. I was surprised that Jenny spent as much time as she did at the mall, considering how few things she bought. But she seemed to enjoy browsing through stores and looking at things. We got sandwiches at the food court for lunch, but I was hungry again by the time we got back.
"I'm sorry, but I don't really feel like cooking supper tonight," Jenny said with a sigh as she slumped down on the couch. "Let's order pizza. I'm buying."
"That sounds great. Thanks!" I said.
Jenny searched the phone book for a pizza place. It didn't take long for her to find one and she ordered a large with everything on it. While we waited for the pizza to be delivered we sat on the couch, watching TV.
"They said it would be a half hour for the pizza to get here," she told me.
"They always say that," I replied. "But it's always more like forty-five minutes."
Jenny nodded, staring at the TV. After a few minutes she kicked her sandals off and tucked her feet under her, then leaned against me, resting on her left hip, facing the TV. I draped my right arm over her, and kissed the top of her head.
"I love you," I told her.
"I love you too," she said.
My right hand was resting lightly on Jenny's midriff, just a few inches below her right breast. A devious smile creep over my face as I eased my fingers higher over Jenny's body. I pressed my fingertips very lightly to the underside of her firm breast and began to slowly stroke it through her blouse. I watched her, waiting for a reaction. Surprised at getting none, I continued to run my fingers over her round orb ever-so-lightly until I noticed her nipple pushing out at the cotton covering it. I eased my fingers up, tracing a tight circle around her hard nub, noticing it grow thicker and longer. After almost thirty seconds I heard Jenny let out a faint moan.
"I probably should tell you to stop doing that," she said, sounding sleepy.
"But..." I replied, still caressing her nipple.
"But I know you'd only try it again in a little while." Jenny giggled and shifted her hips slightly, as though she was beginning to relax and enjoy what I was doing.
"And besides, it feels good, doesn't it?" I added.
"I refuse to confirm or deny that," she said and laughed.
Jenny and I remained like that for the next half hour or so. Neither of us spoke as I continued to lightly stroke her breast. I suppose that saying anything would have been openly acknowledging that our relationship was slowly drifting back towards the forbidden. It seemed obvious to me that Jenny was comfortable with it, even if she was uncomfortable discussing it, so I was happy with things as they were.
When the buzzer to the door sounded Jenny groaned and sat up. She stretched her back and brushed her hair back, then twisted around to face me.
"That must be the pizza guy," she said. "How do I look?"
I ran my eyes up and down her, smiling as I looked her over. Her eyes looked murky and her cheeks were pink with arousal. "Wanton," I said, as I focused on her hard nipples pushing out at her blouse. I wanted to forget about the pizza and push her down on the couch and make love to her.
Jenny frowned as she looked down and pushed her hair aside again. "Can you go pay him?" she asked, sounding anxious. "There's money in my purse on the counter."
I got up and paid for the pizza, then kicked the door closed behind me with my heel. "Where do you want to eat?" I called out from the kitchen.
"Bring it in here," Jenny said.
I went in and placed the pizza on the coffee table, then returned to the kitchen to get the bottle of Pepsi I'd bought and two tumblers for us. Jenny had already opened the pizza box and was munching on a slice as I sat down and filled our tumblers with pop.
"Thanks for the pizza. I haven't had it in ages," I said as I pulled at a slice.
"You're welcome," she replied.
We ate in near silence, and quickly. It seemed as though Jenny was as hungry as I was. I glanced at her occasionally, sitting beside me on the edge of the couch, and she gave me sideways smiles. It was as though we now had an unspoken understanding, and she was enjoying the sexual tension between us now, rather than being uneasy about it. Still, I reminded myself to not be greedy. If I pushed things too far too soon Jenny would probably balk and redefine her boundaries.
Once we had finished eating there was still enough pizza left for us to each have a snack later. I brought it and the Pepsi back to the kitchen and put them in the fridge. When I returned to the living room Jenny was sitting back on the couch. My eyes moved up to her smiling face as she turned her head towards me.
"That was so good -- thanks again!" I said as I sat down beside her.
"You're more than welcome," Jenny said.
She picked up the remote and began searching the channels. After close to a minute she sighed, leaving the TV on CNN. She tossed the remote down between us, frowning. "There's nothing but crap on," she lamented.
"Yeah," I groaned in agreement.
After a few minutes Jenny lept to her feet. "Oh -- I forgot!" she exclaimed as she dashed to the kitchen.
"What?" I asked, surprised by her sudden outburst and curious.
Jenny poked her head around the wall, grinning. "I've got Oreos," she said, holding up the box.
She returned to the couch a few minutes later with a glass of Pepsi and the cookies and sat down. "Want some?" she asked, tilting the box towards me.
"No, thanks," I said with a shake of my head.
"I'm still full from that pizza."
Jenny crossed her legs and sat there to my right, munching cookies and watching television. My eyes darted towards her a few minutes later. It was then that I noticed that another button on her blouse was unbuttoned. My cock reacted instantly when I saw the gap in her shirt that went down between her cleavage.
I turned to her and said "Did you... ah, loose a button while you were getting your cookies?"
Jenny giggled as she looked over at me. "I was wondering when you'd notice," she said, watching me ogle her.
I met her curious eyes again and gave her a look of surprise. "You were?" I said.
Jenny leaned forward and placed the cookies and her tumbler of pop on the coffee table. She paused, then turned around on the couch to face me, tucking her left leg under her right.
My eyes never left her as she moved. Once she was facing me I had a better view of the opening in her blouse. I could see a bit of her round cleavage and I stared at it for a few seconds before my eyes moved up again.
Jenny stared at her lap for a few moments, seeming nervous, then she slowly lifted her eyes. "If I tell you something, do you promise to not get mad at me," she said in a meek voice.
"Ah... okay," said, growing curious.
Jenny drew in a deep breath, seeming to steel herself. "Well... ah, what I wanted to tell you was that sometimes I... kind of like teasing you a little, Nick," Jenny said in a halting voice. Once she finished she tightened her mouth and her eyes shifted about, seeming to avoid mine.
I let out a sharp, curt laugh. Jenny's admission excited me a lot, and made me realize that she and I weren't so far apart emotionally afterall. It didn't surprise me too much, but signaled a turning point in our relationship, if she was willing to admit something like this openly.
I sat up straighter and slid a little closer to her on the couch. "Tease me... how?" I asked as I searched-out her eyes, eager for her to elaborate.
Jenny drew in a breath, still staring at her lap at first. "Well," she began slowly. "Like now, and the time I was scrubbing the tub and you walked in. But I guess that's no surprise. I feel like being a little bad sometimes, and showing off to you a bit. It makes me feel sexy." Her eyes met mine and she gave me a faint smile as her eyes brightened.
"You minx!" I exclaimed with a short burst of laughter, unable to appear blasé.
"So, you're not mad?" she asked tentatively.
I shook my head. "No, of course not," I told her. "Hell, you teasing me at least means I get to see you."
Jenny gave me a relieved smile, then softly laughed. "Thanks, Nick. I know this has been a really rough time for you," she said, sounding more confident. "And I feel that it's only fair that I'm honest with you -- especially since I made these rules for you before you moved in. Maybe that wasn't so realistic of me afterall. I realized that if we're going to have any chance of a relationship of some kind, I'm going to be perfectly honest about it all, with you and myself too. The truth is that I do enjoy being a little naughty with you. I just hope you're not mad at me for being a tease. It makes me feel sexy and naughty." Once she had finished she gave me a hopeful smile, waiting for me to reply.
"No -- I'm not mad at all. I like it too," I said. "But I guess you already know that."
Jenny's candor had bolstered my hopes for us being lovers once more and stoked my libido. I could feel my cock twitch and begin to harden. My eyes returned to her upper chest and cleavage, then down to the curves of her breasts pushing out at it.
Jenny slid closer to me and took my right hand in hers. She gave it a squeeze as she smiled into my eyes. "Yeah, well... that's not all," she began. "Remember the other night when you were going to show me how your new boxers looked on you..."
"Yeah," I interjected, still a little curious.
"Well... I kind of knew you were in the hall, watching, when I was putting my top on." She paused and gave me a sly smile. "I felt like letting you have a little look."
"Thanks," I said with a laugh.
Jenny smiled, seeming relieved. "I'm glad you understand, and that you're okay with it," she said.
"I'm more than okay with it," I assured her. "I love you. You can tease me all you want, as long as I get to leer at you."
She didn't say anything for several seconds as she grew pensive. "It's just that I realized that you're going to do it anyway," she said, then the right corner of her mouth turned up. "So I may as well have some fun with it too." She shrugged and rolled her eyes self-consciously. "But, to tell you the truth, I guess I find this safe... this teasing and flirting."
"Have all the fun you want," I told her.
"Thanks, Nick! I was so scared that you were going to be mad at me and think that I was just jerking you around, or trying to manipulate you."
Jenny raised up on her knees and wrapped her arms around my neck. I returned her embrace, pressing my left hand to the small of her back as my right one ran up her spine. I heard her let out a soft moan as her hand slid down my back. I held her tighter, pressing my hard cock to her.
"I'm just kind of scared though." Jenny's voice turned soft and dour as she spoke.
"Scared -- of what?" I asked, jerking my head back a bit in surprise.
Jenny sighed. "Of what happens when you're not satisfied with this... with us just flirting and teasing -- and you want more," she said,
I thought about what she had said for a moment, then said "Well, what happens when you're not satisfied with it?"
Jenny laughed, then let out a sigh. She clutched me tighter to her, resting her chin on my right shoulder. "I don't know," she whispered into my ear, sounding worried.
I kissed her cheek and caressed her back, trying to comfort and reassure her. "Don't worry, we'll figure it out as we go," I assured her. "Till then, let's just enjoy it."
"How'd you get to be so wise?" she asked.
"I'm not," I said. "I'm just pragmatic."
"And horny," she retorted as she shifted her hips, rubbing herself against my erection.
I gave a nervous laugh. "Well, I hope I'm not the only one who is," I said.
Jenny leaned back slightly and gave me an enticing look, then she gave my cheek a kiss as her fingers ran through my hair. "You never will be, as long as I'm around you," she said as her hot breath caressed my neck.
After a little while Jenny slipped her arms from around me and sank back into the couch. She ran her fingertips along my right arm, smiling up at me. I put my arm around her shoulders and pulled her to me. She settled against my chest, running her hand over my stomach, staring down at my crotch. We remained there on the couch for well over and hour, holding one another, perfectly content with the silence and love we shared.
Jenny didn't say anything more about what happened that day or our conversation, but I later looked back on it as a turning point in our relationship. Although it occurred to me that she had neglected to state the obvious: that our relationship was slowly, yet definitely, drifting back to the sort that was strictly taboo. I welcomed this, and it seemed as though she did as well. Even if she couldn't openly admit it.
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My first week living with Jenny took very little getting used to. Perhaps the only drawback (if I could even call it that) was that I was horny nearly all of the time. Being around Jenny and watching her move around the apartment, even doing the most mundane of things, was such a turn-on. Every night I stroked my cock, while lewd thoughts of her filled my mind.
After our frank discussion on Monday, I noticed that she seemed a little more bold with her flirtatiousness and teasing. There were a couple of days that it was obvious that she was not wearing a bra, judging by the way her unfettered breasts moved freely beneath her blouse, or how they looked when she wore a tight tank top. With the exception of a few sly sideways glances and smirks exchanged between us, nothing was said of this. It was as though openly acknowledging it would have broken the spell, or somehow diminished the magic that our relationship had.
It wasn't long before Jenny and I had already gotten into a comfortable routine, even though I had not been even living with her for a full week yet. We would have breakfast together, and a light lunch later on. When suppertime arrived I would help her prepare our meal, then we would spend the evening together on the couch watching television and talking. By Thursday it seemed, to me at least, that we almost began to take on the characteristics of a couple, and our emotional bond became stronger.
I slept-in late again that Saturday morning, after having watched TV for a few hours after Jenny went to bed. Once I'd showered and gotten dressed I went out in to the kitchen. Jenny smiled at me as I walked in. She was standing at the table, upon which was a white plastic laundry basket, filled with clothes and sheets.
"Good morning," she said as she folded a tank top. "Have a good sleep?"
"Yeah, I did, but I got too much," I told her.
"Well, you must have needed it," she said. "I was up early and went downstairs to the laundry room to wash some stuff."
"I see." My eyes wandered back to the laundry basket on the table and locked on a pair of black lace boy shorts. My cock twitched and began to harden as I imagined how Jenny would look wearing them. "Mmmm... these are sexy," I said in a monotone as I pulled them from the basket to examine them.
Jenny glanced up from the pullover she was folding and smiled, either amused by my interest in her underwear, or pleased that I found them sexy. "I have a bra that matches them," she said, obviously trying to provoke me. It worked.
I dropped her underwear back in the basket atop a white sheet and smiled at her. "I'd love to see you wearing that," I told her.
"Well, you have," she said, goading me. "But you just didn't see it -- if you know what I mean."
Jenny was wearing navy blue shorts and a charcoal tank top with a scoop neck. It was definitely the tightest top I'd seen her wear since I'd moved in, perhaps ever. I sidled closer to her, looking down the front of her tank top at her cleavage. I was rock hard and tempted to reach down and rub my cock through my jeans.
"Well, it sure looks like you're wearing a bra today," I said.
When Jenny didn't reply I hooked my finger in the neckline of her top, between her breasts, and tugged it away from her body. I looked inside and felt my pulse quicken when I saw the silky white bra she was wearing. It seemed to barely contain her full, round breasts. I noticed the faint outline of her left nipple, making a lump in the material covering it. Jenny's arms went limp, and her hands fell to the table, still holding a tank top. She made no attempt to stop me as I peered down the front of her top, which surprised me.
"Mmmm... sexy bra," I said, almost moaning. "Do your panties match?" I raised my eyes to hers, still holding the front of her tank top.
Jenny gave me a sly grin and her eyes brightened. "Can't a girl have a few secrets?" she taunted. "And that's enough peeking. I have to put these things away." Jenny pushed my hand away and began placing the folded laundry in the basket. She hoisted it from the table and walked towards her room.
Although I was very horny by then, I was also hungry. I made toast and spread some strawberry jam on it, then sat at the table to have that with some peach juice for breakfast. Jenny returned a little while later and poured herself another mug of coffee. She leaned against the kitchen counter, watching me devour my fourth slice of toast.
"I'll be out on the balcony if you want to join me after you've finished," she said.
"Okay, I'll be out in a minute," I told her.
I ate quickly, eager to join Jenny. When I stepped out on to the balcony she was leaning back in a chair and turned her head towards me when she heard me approach. "It's beautiful out here today," she said.
"Yeah," I said.
Jenny took a sip from the mug in her hand and turned back towards the skyline. I stepped up behind her and looked down. From my vantage point I had a near perfect view down at her cleavage. My cock stiffened as I admired the tops of her round breasts with the sunlight shining on them. Jenny's left shoulder was inches from my hard shaft and I was tempted to rub it against her, but didn't want to do anything to interrupt my leering. After several seconds she craned her head up and looked at me.
"Aren't you going to sit down" she asked.
"I...ah... kinda like the view I'm getting here," I said with a bold grin.
Jenny chuckled, then her eyes ran down my body, stopping when she met the front of my jeans. Her mouth was less than a foot away and it took every bit of resolve I had to remain calm.
"It looks like you're taking in the view too," I said with a foxy smile.
Jenny licked her lips suggestively as she stared blatantly at the bulge in my jeans. Then she smiled up at me. "I... I don't know if I could take it all in," she said, her voice suddenly thick with desire.
I ran the fingertips of my right hand along her smooth jaw and around to the nape of her neck. I pressed on it gently, stroking and trying to coax her forward. I felt her body relax as she licked her lips again, staring down towards my hard shaft.
After several tense seconds she raised her eyes to mine and said "I'm sorry, Honey... no."
I nodded and bent down to kiss her left cheek. Jenny held on to my left shoulder and pressed her moist lips to my right cheek as we embraced. "I love you, Honey," she said. "I guess I'm just still sorting out my feelings."
I straightened my back and looked down at her. "I know... I understand," I told her. "I love you too."
Still smiling up at me, she said "Now have a seat and keep me company."
Jenny and I stayed out on the balcony till late afternoon, except for a quick trip inside to make some grilled cheese sandwiches for lunch. The weather was beautiful, and we eventually fell into a conversation about movies, then music. It was relaxed and carefree, and totally devoid of innuendo or sexual tension. I enjoyed it very much, and she seemed to as well. After an hour or so it dawned on me that she and I had actually become friends, in addition to whatever else we might be to one another. This realization filled me with happiness and the smile never left my face for quite some time as we talked.
Around four-thirty Jenny looked at her watch, then me. "Are you getting hungry?" she asked.
"Yeah, a little," I said.
"Well, how does pork chops sound?" she asked. "I have some I can thaw out."
"Sounds great," I said as I got up from my chair.
I followed Jenny to the kitchen. From the cupboard beneath the sink she brought out some potatoes and onions. She handed me a pot and a plate and asked me to peel and dice them up while she prepared the pork chops. It wasn't long before the food was ready and we were sitting at opposite ends of the table, eating. By then I was more hungry than horny and I ate quickly.
By the time that Jenny was done eating I was just finishing the last few bites. I picked up my plate and utensils and joined her by the sink, placing the plate on the counter to her left.
"I'll dry the dishes if you wash," I said.
"Thanks," Jenny said, turning briefly towards me with a grateful smile.
I stepped behind Jenny on my way to the other side of the sink, then stopped. She was running water and not paying attention to me, so I gently pressed the tips of two fingers to the back of her neck and began to gently caress her there. She froze, bracing her hands on the edge of the counter. I heard her give a faint gasp.
"I thought you were going to dry for me," she said peevishly.
"I will," I told her. "But I thought I'd see if I can make you wet first."
Jenny chuckled, probably despite wanting to encourage me further in any way, then took a deep breath. "Nick, come on, let's get these dishes done," she snapped.
I pressed my crotch to her ass, grinding my hard shaft against her. "Isn't this more fun than doing dishes?" I asked, my mouth inches from her left ear.
"I've got to get these done. So either help me, or leave me alone, Nick." Her voice took on a harshness that I'd never heard before as she looked over her shoulder, glaring at me.
Feeling shamed, I went to the other side of the sink and began drying the dishes that were in the rack. Neither of us spoke while we did the dishes. I wanted to apologize, and knew I should have, but I didn't dare say anything for fear of setting Jenny off again. Once the dishes were finished I was relieved. Jenny had not said a word and the tension between us was almost unbearable.
I'm going to go watch some TV." Jenny was drying her hands on a towel as the water drained from the sink. Once she was finished she tossed the towel on the counter and left the kitchen.
I stood there for a few moments, feeling dumbfounded and searching for something to say. Finally I said "Okay. I'll be in my room, checking my email and surfing the 'net."
I stayed in my room for the rest of the evening, listening to the sound of the television in the living room and hoping in vain that Jenny would walk in my room and say something to smooth things over. Then shortly before eleven I heard the apartment go silent. A few minutes later Jenny stuck her head in the door way to my room. I was both happy and nervous as I looked up at her.
"I'm going to bed," she said, her voice clipped. "I already turned everything out in the living room. Have a good night."
Yeah... you too," I muttered, but she'd already gone.
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I woke up on Sunday just before eight to the sound of the shower coming from the bathroom across the hall. My first thought was of Jenny, naked and wet, running her soapy hands over her curves and valleys. Then I grew disheartened as I recalled how tense things had been between us the previous night. I stared at the ceiling while I waited for her to finish in the bathroom and return to her room.
Once the shower stopped running and I heard Jenny's bedroom door close I got up and went to have a shower. I stayed in there longer than usual because the thought of joining her in the kitchen for breakfast filled me with dread. Once the water began to grow tepid I shut it off and dried myself off, ready to slink back to my room. I wrapped a towel around my waist and left the bathroom.
When I stepped in to the hall I noticed that Jenny's bedroom door was open a ways. I kept my head down and walked towards my room. Then I heard her call my name. I froze, feeling hopeful, yet quite apprehensive.
"Nick, can you come in here, please?" she said.
I stepped in to the doorway of her room. Jenny was sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing the same pink bathrobe she'd worn the previous mornings during breakfast. It gaped slightly at the top, revealing a bit of her upper chest, and indicating that she was naked beneath it. Her hair was still damp and hung down over her shoulders. She was sitting with her hands folded on her lap and fumbling with a ring on her right hand. She looked up at me, expressionless and dour.
"Nick... I'm sorry for losing my temper with you last night," she said in a meek tone, looking sheepish.
"It's okay," I said with an awkward smile.
Jenny smiled a bit, seeming relieved. "It's just that I guess I got kind of frightened," she said. "But I suppose I can't get mad at you for always being horny. You get it from me afterall, and I know I encourage it." Jenny gave a self-conscious shrug and a twisted grin.
I forced a smile, then suddenly felt quite nervous, standing there with just a towel around me. I tugged at it, drawing it tighter about my stomach as Jenny's eyes ran down my half-naked body. "Yeah... I guess. But I'm the one who should apologize. I took things too far. I'm sorry, Jenny," I said. "I know you still have a line that you're not willing for us to cross."
Jenny hunched her shoulders dismissively and gave me an enigmatic grin. "Well, I did some thinking about that after I went to bed... actually, I've been doing a lot of thinking about it the past few days."
"Oh...?" I said, now curious and excited.
Jenny got up from the bed, smiling as she approached me. My heart sped up slightly with each step she took, and I forced my eyes to remain on hers. She stopped when our bodies were almost touching and took a quick look down at the towel around me. Then she placed her hands on my hips, pulling me to her. I could feel my hard cock brush over her and my muscles tensed as a wave of pleasure coursed through me.
"I feel bad," she said, sounding genuinely sad.
I knit my brow, confused by her remark. "Why? About what?" I asked.
"Because I've made rules for us out of fear of the consequences, and now I can see the torment you're in because of it." Jenny's mournful eyes met mine as her hand slid up my bare back.
"It's okay," I told her. "I understand how you feel, and I can't blame you."
Instead of replying at first, Jenny enveloped me in her tender embrace. I felt her firm breasts against my chest, then her stomach pressing against my hard shaft. It twitched as our bodies met and I felt her push harder to meet it and bring it to it's full size. Her fingertips stroked my back as her hips began to gently sway, causing her stomach to grind against my hard cock. I wrapped my arms around her, hugging her tight as my cock throbbed against her soft, undulating body.
"Just relax, Honey. Enjoy it," she breathed into my ear. "Does that feel good?"
"Yeah... wonderful," I groaned as I leaned into her more, feeling her damp hair rub over my right cheek.
I heard Jenny let out a low moan. She ran her hand down to the small of my back and pressed on it, urging me to push myself harder against her. I ran my right hand down to her ass and stroked it, then grabbed it hard. Holding her tighter, I began to hump against her with more force, feeling my cock move about and poke into her stomach as I thrust my hips.
"I love you, Honey," she said looking into my eyes lovingly. Her cheeks had the blush of arousal and her voice was thick with desire.
"I love you too, Mom," I breathed as I kissed her rosy cheek.
"Maybe I'm not like other mothers," she said, then gave a throaty laugh. "Hell, maybe I'm not like any other mother out there at all. But I do love you, Honey. And... I guess I have to stop worrying about what other people will think, or whether us becoming closer again will tear us apart."
I gave Jenny a pleased smile, even though her decision surprised me. "You're right," I told her. "I love you more than anyone. Can you ever imagine a time when you would not want me in your life?"
Jenny seemed taken aback by my question, but immediately said "No -- of course not!"
"Well, then you know how I feel about you," I said. "Sure, we may argue sometimes, or have misunderstandings, but we'll work it out, because we love one another. Even if our relationship is unconventional."
I ran my hand up Jenny's side and cupped her left breast. When I gave it a hard squeeze, then pinched her swollen nipple through her robe, she moaned. I wrapped my left arm tighter around her and continued to grind my cock over her as I kneaded her firm breast.
Jenny leaned away from me a ways and quickly tugged at the left side of her robe, uncovering her breast. It shook a bit as the material rubbed over it, and I stared down at her hard, thick nipple protruding from her heavy mound.
"Come here, Baby," Jenny said as she cupped the back of my head, guiding me down to her breast. "Is that what you want?"
My only reply was a deep moan as I grabbed her mound again and wrapped my wet lips around the nipple. I teased it to it's full thickness, sucking hard and tugging at it with my lips, making her moan louder as she stroked the back of my head.
After close to a minute Jenny pulled away from me. I looked up at her, disappointed that she seemed to have brought our fun to an end. Then she took me by the hand, and walking backwards, guided me to her bed.
Jenny sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled me closer, until I was standing between her open thighs. I looked down at her left breast, still bare, then pulled at the right side of her robe to uncover her other one.
"There, that's better," I said as I reached out and began pinching her coppery nipples and tugging at them.
Jenny moaned softly and began tugging at the belt to her robe. She untied it, then pulled her robe open wide. "Yesterday, on the balcony... you nearly had me," she said, almost in a murmur as she looked up at me.
I ran my eyes up and down Jenny's beautiful body, from her heavy, pendulous breasts to the dark strip of hair running down to her pouty, glistening lips. "What?" I asked, looking into her sultry eyes again.
"When you were standing beside my chair on the balcony... like you are now," she said. "I was so tempted to just let it happen."
"Oh," I grunted, feeling my cock twitch at the thought.
"What did you want me to do to you?" Jenny asked as she looked up at me, rubbing the sides of my legs.
"I think you know..." I said, suddenly to shy to say it aloud.
Jenny slid her hand under my towel and caressed the inside of my right thigh. My cock throbbed harder and I felt a patina of sweat on my palms. "Say it, Nick," she said, almost begging.
"Suck me," I told her.
"Again," she repeated as the back of her hand grazed the head of my cock inside my towel.
"Suck me, Mom," I said, only louder and with more force.
Jenny eagerly tugged at my towel until it unwrapped from my waist and fell to my feet. The air on my bare cock felt good. It twitched and swelled a bit more and rose until it was pointing towards her wide eyes.
"Mmmm... you have suck a beautiful cock," Jenny sighed. She held my balls in her fingers for a moment, then glided her palm up along the underside of my shaft. Her fingers curled around it and she ran her fist down to the base where she gripped it firmly.
I felt a little light-headed as I watched Jenny fondle me and rested my hands on her shoulders as she leaned closer.
Jenny opened her mouth wide and sank down on my cock, making a faint gulping sound as she did. Once my shaft was nearly all the way inside her mouth she wrapped her wet lips around it tight and took the last inch or so, until her nose was buried in the hair at the base. Her throat tightened around the head and she held me there for a few moments, then slid her lips back up my shaft. She pulled off of me with a loud smack, then gasped for air.
"Wow," I said, "Where did you learn to do that?"
Jenny gave me a smug grin. "I've had a little practice," she said. "Did it feel good?"
"Yeah, I've never felt anything like that before," I moaned.
"Want to feel it again?" she asked with a tempting smile.
Seconds later she swallowed me again, just as deep, then began working her taut, wet lips up and down my shaft as she held me by my hips. My hands went to her head and my fingers raked through her hair. I held onto her and began thrusting my hips, pumping my cock in and out of her warm, wet mouth. Jenny grew still, just holding my hips lightly and letting me slide in and out of her mouth. After a minute or so she took the base of my cock in her hand and pulled her mouth away. She looked up at me and wiped her chin as she smiled.
"Mmmm...I could let you fuck my mouth all day, but I know where we really want that nice cock of yours to be," she said.
Jenny slid back on the bed till she was sitting in the middle of it. She shrugged her robe off, letting it slide down her arms and fall to the bed around her. Then she held her hands out, reaching for me. "Come here, Honey," she said.
I climbed up on to the bed and knelt between Jenny's open, bent thighs. I ran my eyes up them to her mound and glistening lips. My cock twitched in anticipation as I placed my hands on her knees and moved closer. I slid my hand up her left thigh and took the base of my shaft in my other hand. Holding it, I ran the head up her wet lips to her clit. I pressed down on her button and thrust my hips.
"Oh fuck," Jenny gasped as I pressed my cock to her. "Oh god, Nick...yeah... rub your thick cock over my clit. That feels so good, Honey," she moaned, clutching the bedspread beneath her.
When I gave her pink pearl a slap with the head of my cock she jumped and let out a louder moan through clenched teeth, then arched her back, thrusting her breasts upwards. "Oh god... don't tease me, Baby," she begged.
I lowered myself on her, pressing the length of my cock along her wet pussy. I looked into her half-closed eyes and said "What do you want me to do, Mom?"
"God... fuck me, Honey," she said. "Fuck my juicy pussy."
When I slid into Jenny I felt her grip me tight as she let out another moan. She dug her heels into the backs of my legs and clutched my arms. I began moving my hips, shoving my cock deeper in her and making her rock beneath me. Her breasts shook and I grabbed her left one, pressing down and squeezing it as I worked my glistening shaft in and out of her tight pussy. I looked down, watching my meat piston in and out of her and feeling my balls knock against her.
"Fuck, Nick... fuck me hard," she moaned. "Your cock feels so good. I wanted this so bad yesterday. You made me so horny."
Jenny slid her right hand down between us and began strumming her clit. She arched her back again to meet my shaft pounding away at her, and began to moan and cry out in pleasure louder. A few minutes later I felt her squeeze me harder inside her. I continued stabbing at her deep inside.
"Oh shit... god, I'm cumming," she moaned.
I felt a small gush of juice bathe my shaft and run down my balls. It's musky scent wafted up to my nostrils, fueling my arousal. I knew I couldn't last too much longer, even though we both wanted me to. I slid my hands to the backs of Jenny's knees and pushed hard until her knees almost touched her chest and she was firmly pinned to the bed.
Jenny's arms were limp at her sides as she lay there -- letting me pound my shaft into her as hard as I could. Her eyes were closed and she had a look of bliss on her face. "Harder, Nick," she urged. "Fuck my cunt... slam your thick meat into me. Give me your sticky cum, Honey... shoot it in me."
About a minute later I felt an orgasm building and knew I couldn't hold out any longer. I began pumping my hips harder, fucking Jenny's pussy deep as she moaned and writhed beneath me. When I came I felt my body tense and I grew still. I let out a loud moan of ecatasy as I filled her with my cum.
Once Jenny felt me begin to soften she smiled up at me as I rolled off of her. She relaxed her legs and looked down at the bedspread under her where my cum had already begun to seep from her onto it.
I lay on my right hip facing her and running my hand over her quivering stomach. I leaned closer and kissed her rosy cheek. It was soft and very hot.
Jenny tuned towards me, still smiling, and returned my kiss. "That was definitely worth all the frustration I went through when I was teasing you," she said, draping her arm over me.
"Does this mean you're not going to tease me anymore?" I asked. almost disappointed.
Jenny thought for a moment as her eyes darted about, then gave me an enigmatic smile. "I might," she drawled. "If it makes you horny enough to want to keep fucking me like you just did."
"In that case, bring it on, Mom," I said as I pulled her to me.