Joanna
Hungover from the night before, Chris stumbled out of the shower and headed downstairs towards the kitchen, in search of orange juice. If nothing else, the OJ would quench his first – even if it could do nothing for the pounding in his head.
The living room had been a tip the night before, at least, that was how Chris last remembered it. At some point in between then and now, the scattered bottles and empty cans had been scooped up. Good, Chris thought dimly – perhaps we can sort this out in time, and Marcus’ parents won’t hit the roof when they get back.
There was a clinking of glass coming from the kitchen, Marcus cleaning up. Chris stumbled through to join him.
However, it wasn’t Marcus in the kitchen. Instead it was Marcus’ mother who was sorting the empties and the dirty crockery.
Chris froze. She glanced back to him “Hello, Chris. I see you boys had fun last night.”
Shit. This wasn’t supposed to happen. “M-Mrs Parker. Hi. Yes. We did. Sorry”.
“Hmm.” Mrs Parker finished up what she was doing, and pulled herself up to sit on the counter facing him. “Don’t worry. I kind of expected something like this. Boys will be boys, as they say”. Mrs Parker winked.
“Where is Mr Parker?”
“Ah, he is not here. I came home without him. We had a disagreement.”
They were silent for a moment. There seemed to be something bothering his friend’s mother.
“Oh. I’m sorry to hear that Mrs Parker.”
“Please. Call me Joanna.”
“Ok,” Chris cast his eyes around the kitchen, wondering what to do next. He felt awkward and out of place, ashamed of his own part in the mess that had been made in his friend’s parents’ home. “Is there anything I can do to help you, um, Joanna?”
The name felt strange on his lips. Mrs Parker had always been just Mrs Parker. He struggled to think of herby a first name, as a Joanna. His eyes turned back her. Mrs Parker’s gaze had been fixed on him this whole time. Eyes of deep blue stared into his, seeming to penetrate his soul. Chris felt very self-conscious, a silly little boy with tousled bed hair next to this mature woman, all made up and still in what appeared to be her clothes from the previous day.
A faint smile of amusement was playing at the corner of her mouth. “Well, Marcus is fast asleep upstairs and I left my husband several miles away, so perhaps you could help with something. Can I ask you for a little advice?”
Advice? What could she possibly hope to learn from me? “Ok, shoot,” said Chris, swallowing his thoughts and pulling a chair out from under the kitchen table. He took his seat in front of her.
Suddenly Joanna did not seem so unabashed. She looked away from him, contemplating her words. Absent-mindedly, her right hand stroked the neck of an empty beer bottle on the counter next to her. She crossed her stockinged calves. Eventually, she turned back to Chris and broached what was on her mind.
“Do you think Marcus would mind having a little brother or sister?”
Chris was taken aback by the question and didn’t know what to say. His head was still befogged, fuzzy and pounding from the alcohol consumed the night before. There was a carton of orange juice on the table next to him, as Chris thought about the question he poured himself a glass. Mrs- no, Joanna – did not seem bothered that there was no instant response.
After a few sips of OJ he spoke. “Well, um, I don’t see why not.” And something occurred to him. “Is this what you argued with Mr Parker about?”
“Yes,” there was a wet shine in Joanna’s eyes. She was clearly tired, having spent the whole night awake, and he could see now that she had been drinking. This was an emotional issue for her. “We always planned to have a second child, but things kept getting in the way. His work, then mine, and so we put it off. I hoped to persuade Neil this weekend. But he thinks it is too late now. He turned me away, and so I left.”
There was deep sorrow in her voice. Chris’ heart went out to her. However he had no idea what he could do or say.
Joanna continued: “for other couples it might be simple. But we rarely have good quality time together. It’s been eighteen months since we made love.” She sniffed. “Time is running out and who knows when the clock will stop ticking. I don’t have time to waste.”
“I’m sorry” said Chris. It was all he could think to say.
Joanna wiped her eye, nodding her thanks. “So what do you think?”
Chris considered the question once more. “I think, Marcus would want you to be happy.”
“You think so?” Joanna’s eyes glistened. “I want another baby so bad.”
“Then I think Marcus would want you to have one,” Chris replied.
“He’s a good boy, my Marcus. And grown so fast. You both have.” Once more her look was strange, but Chris thought it was admiration and appreciation that he saw in her eyes.
Chris nodded. “Is there anything else I can do?”
Joanna took a moment to reply, seemingly composing herself. Coming to her decision she sat up straight and leaned back on the counter, appraising Chris from her higher vantage point. That wistful, playful look was back on her face.
“Well, yes Chris, there might be”. Joanna winked, and elegantly she uncrossed her legs, spreading them wide. Chris started. Joanna was wearing no underwear! He gawped at her perfectly trimmed vulva, lost for words.
Joanna’s voice cracked a little. “Like I said, I have no idea how long I have,” she reached between her legs, rubbing a finger along the length of her slit. “I ovulated yesterday. Who knows, this could be my last good chance.”
“I see,” Chris mumbled. The feelings of embarrassment were returning but this time there was something else, too: a palpable and growing excitement. His head pounded and blood rushed to his groin.
“I don’t want to miss this chance.” Joanna smiled down at him. Chris’ face flushed as he realised that his arousal had become obvious to her, his erect penis was pressing firmly against the fabric of his boxer shorts. Joanna licked her lips as she studied the bulge in Chris’ underwear. “I don’t think you want me to miss my chance, either,” she said. “Please. Will you help me?”
His head and his member throbbing, Chris set aside his misgivings. Besides, hadn’t Mrs Parker been the subject of a number of his wet dreams and pubescent masturbation sessions? Joanna was different. She also needed him in a way Mrs Parker never had.
And so Chris nodded. He grinned and Joanna returned his smile. She beckoned him over to the counter.
“Have you ever tasted an ovulating pussy?” asked Joanna. Chris shook his head. He didn’t dare say that he had never tasted any pussy. But he was eager to get started. “I’m sure you will like it.” She took his head in her hands and guided him down betwixt her thighs.
Chris’ senses went into overload. Joanna’s scent was beguiling. He lowered his tongue to her moist labia and, hesitantly, began licking. She tasted salty and sweet at the same time, it was divine. If Chris had been unsure of himself, he soon gained confidence. Joanna was moaning appreciatively, her fingers running through his hair as he slurped at her sex: licking, nibbling, kissing and caressing all around her increasingly wet hole. He paid particular attention to the swelling nub just above her opening. He had read about the clitoris online and hoped he was doing the right thing.
Chris need not have worried, his ministrations were eliciting a very positive response. Joanna’s eyes rolled back and she groaned. “Oh my,” she gasped. “Uhhhhh… you’re a natural”. Emboldened, he slipped a finger inside her sopping wet slit, and continued sucking on Joanna’s engorged clit.
A few minutes later there was an explosion between her thighs. Chris felt contractions and a powerful shuddering throughout Joanna’s body. “OHHH – GOOOODDD!” she moaned breathlessly as her orgasm washed over her. Inside his boxers Chris’ cock stiffened and twitched. He rose and they kissed passionately, Joanna savouring the taste of herself on his mouth. Panting, Joanna leaned into him and reached down to Chris’ groin. She felt the stiffness of his erection and whispered to him, “I want you inside of me now.”
He lifted her down off the counter. There was an urgency about Joanna. Turning her back to him she leaned over the counter and offered herself up to him. She glanced back at him and said, “take me.”
Chris almost fell over in his rush to oblige, rushing to remove his pants. Within moments he was pushing his virgin penis past her labia and into Joanna’s pussy. Warmth and pleasure enveloped the full length of shaft. Chris doubted he would last long.
“Oh, you’re so big,” Joanna moaned. She didn’t seem to care about his lasting very long. In fact, she was moving herself back and forth on his member, increasing the length and the sensations of each thrust. She guided his hand to her clit, encouraging him to rub her there.
Sure enough, Chris was ready to pop in less than a minute. He felt his balls tighten, semen gathering inside and straining to be released. Moaning he sighed desperately, “I’m gonna cum”. And now Joanna was screaming for him, begging for him to pump her full of his seed. “Breed me!” she groaned. He felt a tremor pulsing through her vagina and into his cock, Joanna was cumming again. And now Chris felt his own climax begin, thick jets of ejaculate spurting out and splashing against her cervix. Joanna pushed back against him, the contractions of her orgasm milking every last drop from him.
Spent, Chris collapsed into Joanna, his member plugging her vagina. They basked in the afterglow of their lovemaking for a few moments. However, they soon heard a thumping noise coming from upstairs.
“Marcus!” Joanna’s eyes widened. The footsteps of Chris’ best friend reached the landing, and he began to climb down the stairs. Joanna and Chris raced to get dressed and to make themselves decent.
When Marcus reached the kitchen, he found his mother and Chris sat at the table, and stopped dead in the doorway. “Mum? What are you doing here?”
Mrs Parker fixed him with a withering stare. “Never mind me. I think we should talk about what happened here last night. Chris has told me some of it but I want to hear what you have to say”.
Chris stared into his orange juice, unable to meet his friend’s gaze. Under the table, Joanna stroked his thigh, caressing his knee. Things were never going to be quite the same way again. For any of them.
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