The Life Of John Smith - S01 E13

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The Life Of John Smith - S01 E13

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'Well ya, but...it seems we should start with a little kissing. We kissed earlier at the Gorge. I kind of thought we had something there, but we been sitting here...' while I was delivering this little speech, she moved in on me and we began kissing. Kissing that involved a lot of tongue and roaming hands. Our hands began to be more daring, touching more personal places. Both hers and mine. This was mutual. In effect she, by copying my moves, was consenting to what was doing. Then when I unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse, she went to my belt buckle.

I pulled back to glance around the empty parking lot and she asked, "Is it safe for us to do it here?"

I almost asked what we were going to do but seeing the emptiness I said, "Very safe

I looked as I unbuttoned all the buttons on her blouse and she looked as she finished with my belt and proceeded to unbutton and unzip my trousers. Leaving out all the details of how it was done I soon found myself looking at a beautiful pair of young breasts and she was looking at a very hard dick. "Beautiful," I said.

"Everything I imagined and more," she said. I started to gently massage her left breast when she said, "You got to teach me what to do.

'It's quite easy. You see that juice there on the head of my dick. Spread that around with your fingers to make him slick. If there is not enough, use some spit. Then grip him in one or both hands anc pump up and down," I instructed.

"I never thought of a dick as having a head or of it being a he, she giggled.

"You can grip harder and pump faster if you want to see him cum any time soon, I said as I rolled one of her nipples between thumb and forefinger.

She moaned and asked, 'Like this?" as she firmly stroked.

She was gripping a little tight, but I said, "Just like that."

I had been pretty well spent the night before, but I had had all day with Carol to build up a fresh supply of cum juice, so I reach down into my pocket, and pulled out a clean handkerchief. I held it out ready to catch most of my cum.

"What's the cloth for?" she asked.

"Ease up, not quite so tight and a little spit. The kerchief is to catch the cum. It can get everywhere if I don't," I advised.

"You are such a good teacher. Do you always carry a kerchief?" she

asked

"I carry several because I often jack-off two or three times a day, responded before bending down and taking her left tit into my mouth.

"Oh my, that feels so good," she said.

Still sucking on a tit, I placed a hand on the inside of her left thigh and stroked up to her crotch. She suddenly stopped stroking and reached down and lowered her blue jeans and blue underpants. "We are not going to fuck but you will play with me," she informed me.

I reached down between her legs and found her dripping wet pussy. I slipped two fingers in to get them thoroughly wet and moved up along her slit to find her clit. I swirled my wet fingers around her clit and then strummed across it. 'Oh wow, oh wow. Someone has already taught you how to play with a pussy."

With that I let the first strong surge of cum go where it may and caught the rest with the handkerchief. Carol was bent so near that the first surge hit her at the corner of her mouth. Her tongue flicked out and drew much of it into her mouth. "Mm, tastes much like blood," she remarked.

Mother Can Not Stop

I did not get her home before the sun went down but almost. Carol told me not to come in with her. She was sure her parents would be a little upset and she did not think it was fair they take it out on me. We kissed, just a couple of pecks and then I watched her walk quickly to the door.

It was after seven, nearly eight, when I arrived home. Mother had dinner waiting for me. She wanted me to tell her all about my day of picnics. I told her some of what we talked about and where we had gone. I told her we had our final sandwich in the car after the rain started.

"You drove all the way out to the Gorge Outlook? I'll have to put gas in the car," she said looking distressed.

I'll gas it tomorrow if you give me the money," I said.

"All right, I have the money," she said.

As we were finishing the dishes, I said, "You know did not use those rubbers. I would sure like to fuck you tonight."

"John Smith! If you are going to talk to your mother like that, you can just get out!" she shouted. "You are not to talk to me like that! Get the hell out of my house right now!" She picked up a cast iron frying pan and threatened me with it. I quickly went to the door. I turned back to see if she might change her mind. "Get out, I said," she shouted, still brandishing the skillet and advancing toward me. I went out the door, closing and holding it as a barrier between us. I heard her shouting, but she never attempted to open the door.

For at least ten minutes I stood there holding on to the doorknob and listening to her shouts. I went to the car and found I had left a door unlocked. I sat in the car wishing I had not left the keys sitting on the table. It was not a cold night, so I figured I could spend the night in the car. When I moved to the back seat, I discovered the picnic blanket, so I lay down and covered up. I began going over the events of the day. Suddenly realized was in great need of jacking off, so I proceeded to pull out another handkerchief and within five minutes I had relieved myself of another load of cum. I was then able to lay back down, cover myself, and fall asleep.

Several hours later, I was awakened with the car starting. My first thought was, someone is stealing the car. I had to do something to stop them. Sitting up as the car backed out of the drive way and onto the street, the street lights flashed across the person behind the wheel. I saw it was mother. As we started to accelerate down the street, I leaned up to her ear and asked, "Where are we going?"

She shouted, "Oh my god!" slammed on the breaks, bringing the car to a screeching stop. She turned and shouted, "You scared the living shit out of me!"

"No shit! You scared me too. I was sleeping here, and you start up the car without even checking," I said accusingly.

"Son of a bitch, Johnny, I was so scared something happened to you. I went to your room and you weren't there. Dressed and set out looking for you" she said as she began to calm down.

"Where did you think you would find me?" I asked.

"I don't know but...ah, Johnny. I'm so sorry. Shouldn't've yelled at you. She dissolved into tears. With her right foot still locking the breaks, her left foot let up on the clutch, killing the engine with a jolt. She moaned, "I'm sorry."

I got out, opened her door, and told her to move over. After getting the car back in our driveway, I assisted her into the house and to her room. She seemed so helpless I undressed her. Completely naked I laid her down and covered her. "Johnny, come to bed with me," she said.