Literotic asexstories – Burning Issue Ch. 03 – Betty by Alex De Kok,Alex De Kok
“Morning, lover.” She laughed. “First time I ever slept with somebody, I never realised you’d be so hot!
“Yeah, I’m hot for you baby,” I said, in a mock growl.
“Ooh, let me check,” she said with a giggle, reaching down in the bed to find my cock. “Oh, dear, I think somebody needs some stimulation.” Next thing I knew she’d disappeared under the bedclothes and moments later I felt soft lips close over my cock. I defy any heterosexual male not to respond when his lover’s lips are working to stimulate his erection and it wasn’t long before JT was hard and ready for action, and Jenny’s smiling face was next to me again.
“There, big boy, you’re ready for action. How do you want me this morning?”
“What do you want? Ladies choice.”
She pondered for a moment. “I think this first time in your bed, I’d like it plain, straightforward missionary, so I can watch your face when you come in my pussy.” She grinned. “Plenty of time to experiment later, I’m here for a week.”
“True, you are. And you’re right, it’s the first time we’ve made love in my bed.”
Our previous lovemaking had been in my mother’s bed, with her encouragement, but after I’d made love to Mum the previous evening, with Jenny’s active participation, Mum had sent us to my bed.
“Go, the two of you, go to Gary’s bed. You’re still learning about each other, you need private time, and remember, Betty is due around midday tomorrow and I’ll have to behave myself while she’s here. Probably.”
Betty Anderson is Mum’s agent, and was visiting us to discuss some aspect of Mum’s work. My mother is a successful novelist with seven romantic detective stories to her credit, all of which sold well. Mum had submitted her very first effort to Betty, but the book had been rejected. Betty, though, had recognised Mum’s talent, suggested some changes, and encouraged her to continue, and her second submission had made it into print and sold very well. Mum and Betty spoke often on the phone but Betty liked to get away from London from time to time and enjoyed her visits to our home in rural Northumberland. Her flight was due in at Newcastle airport mid-morning and she planned to rent a car and get to us as soon as she could.
But for now, my concentration was on Jenny and I leaned across to kiss her, a long kiss, a warm kiss, a kiss of promise, of love. Breaking it, I smiled down at her.
“Ready, love?”
“Absolutely! Get your prick into my pussy and give me some loving!”
No sooner the word than the deed and as I eased myself over her, Jenny spread her legs and took me in her hand, guiding my heated hardness into the snug warmth and wetness of her pussy. It only took a couple of wriggles before I was sunk deeply into her, my balls against her neat buns. She sighed happily.
“I know we’ve only done this a few times, but I love having your cock in me.”
“I love having it there, sweetheart, very much, but for now, hush, and let us see if we can make each other come!”
“Yes!”
I began to thrust into her, slow, easy, taking my time at first but as the sensation began to build in me I moved faster, trying to use my full length to maximise Jenny’s pleasure. I think I succeeded, because I managed to bring her to climax a few seconds before my own orgasm hit me and all was sensation for us as we rode the storm together. Gradually we calmed, cooled, our breathing eased. I bent to kiss Jenny, a long, sweet kiss of promise, each of us to the other. I smiled down at her.
“Guess I’d better pull out before I fall out.”
She pouted. “I suppose so,” she said, mock grumpy, then grinned, a flash that lit her face. “I want him back soon, though.”
“So do I, sweetheart,” I said, easing my shrinking cock from her pussy, moving to lay back beside her, taking her hand in mine. “Shower?”
“Yes, please. It’s nice having someone to wash my back.” She laughed. “And my front!”
“Come on, then,” I said, swinging the bedclothes back and putting my feet to the floor, “Our shower awaits.”
It was a fun time, sharing wet kisses, washing each other, but we were conscious that time was passing and didn’t linger.
“I guess if Betty’s coming we’d better dress,” I said. Jenny made a face but nodded.
“I suppose so, but I prefer being naked.”
“And I love to see you that way. But yes, for now, we dress.”
Boxers, shorts and a t-shirt for me, and my cotton gloves, of course, panties, shorts and a t-shirt for Jenny. No bra. Dressed, we made the bed, then, hand in hand, set off downstairs for breakfast.
Mum was already there, like us in shorts and a t-shirt, but she was wearing her bra. She waved a half-eaten slice of toast in greeting, chewed, swallowed.
“Morning, my darlings. A good night?”
“Absolutely,” said Jenny. She gave a mock leer. “And an even better morning.”
Mum laughed. “I take it my son performed to your satisfaction, then?”
“He most certainly did.”
“What do you want for breakfast, the two of you?”
“Just cereal and toast, please, Mum,” I said, and Jenny nodded agreement. We were soon tucking in and, finished her own, Mum poured us cups of tea. We chatted idly as we breakfasted, nothing of importance, just morning gossip.
“Any plans for the day, you two?” said Mum, and Jenny and I looked at each other. Mum laughed. “Apart from that! I’ll probably be busy with Betty, so you’ll have to entertain yourselves.”
“I’m sure we’ll think of something,” I said, winking at Jenny, who grinned. “We can always have a swim.” I paused, then asked. “Do you think Betty will skinny-dip?”
“She might, she certainly doesn’t have to be embarrassed about showing herself, not with her figure.” Yes, Betty Anderson is a good-looking woman, slender, tall, a runner, with four marathons to her credit and a decent placing in every one she’s run. Mum smiled. “Have to admit, I’d like to see her naked.”
“Do you think she might be interested in some girl-on-girl action?” Jenny asked, a thoughtful look on her face.
“No idea,” said Mum, “it’s been four years since her divorce.”
“What if she wanted some cock?” Jenny grinned. “Could stud here satisfy all three of us?”
I laughed. “I’d do my best, but it will probably never happen. I’d need the permission of you both in advance, though.”
Mum laughed. “Hedging your bets, son? Okay, should the chance arise to fuck Betty, you have my permission in advance.”
“And mine,” said Jenny, with a grin for me. “But if Gary is fucking Betty, what do we do?” She looked across at Mum. “Girl-on-girl?”
“If the situation occurs, I’m willing,” said Mum. She smiled at Jenny. “I already know you have a tasty pussy from when I warmed you up for Gary.”
“So you do. Well, as you said, if it happens let it happen,” said Jenny. “But what are we going to do until Betty gets here. If we keep speculating on what might happen I’ll need to change my knickers.”
Mum glanced at her watch. “It’s just coming up to ten, so Betty won’t be here for another couple of hours. What about lunch? We have ham and cheese, and salad stuff, in the fridge, so shall I make some sandwiches?”
“Sounds like a good idea,” said Jenny, “come on, I’ll give you a hand.”
“And I’ll go and check my email,” I said.
Which didn’t take long. A couple from friends at university, four or five junk, nothing of consequence. I switched the computer off again and went back to join the others, just as the phone rang. Mum was nearest and picked up the receiver.
“Hello? … Betty! Hi! … Rose and Crown for lunch? Hold on and I’ll ask the others… Oh, Gary’s girlfriend, Jenny, is staying with us for a few days … no, the guest room is ready for you, Jenny is sleeping with Gary … hold on, I’ll ask them.” Mum turned to us. “Betty is inviting us to meet her at the Rose and Crown for lunch. What do you think?”
“Sounds good to me, Mum, and we can have the sandwiches later so they won’t be wasted. I say yes. Jenny?”
“Sounds good to me.”
Mum returned her attention to the phone. “Betty? We all vote yes, so what time? … Twelve thirty? See you then. Bye for now.” She returned the phone to its charging cradle. I’d been thinking and I spoke up.
“Mum? Your leased car? Is it you only for driving it?”
“Yes, it is.”
“In that case, how about the three of us go in the beast, then you can travel back with Betty and put her in the picture about our ‘skinny-dip and stay naked’ regime.”
“Good thinking, son, we’ll do that. If we leave here at eleven-forty-five we should be at the Rose and Crown in plenty of time.”
And that’s what we did, arriving at almost the same time as a Vauxhall of the same model as Betty’s previous rental was pulling in and moments later Mum and Betty were exchanging hugs. Betty had worn her office clothes on previous visits but today was in jeans and a sweater, with a light jacket. Inside the pub we easily found a table for four and sat ourselves down. Betty turned to Jenny.
“You must be Jenny? I’m very sorry I’ve taken over your room.”
Jenny grinned. “I’m not, I’m very happy with the one I ended up in!”
Betty laughed. “Way to go, girl! Okay, people, some attention to the menu is indicated, I think.”
Our choices this time were beef stew, gammon steak or pork cooked in white wine. Mum and Betty both opted for the pork, Jenny the beef stew and I had the gammon steak. We only had a short wait and before long were tucking in to the delicious food. Dessert was a choice between apple pie and rhubarb crumble, both with a choice of ice cream or custard, or ice cream sundae. Betty and Jenny opted for crumble with custard, Mum apple pie with custard and I had apple pie with ice cream, and we all had coffee.
An hour later we’d finished eating, Betty had paid the bill and we went back out to the vehicles. Jenny got into my Land Rover with me, and Mum climbed into the passenger seat of Betty’s car. We’d agreed that Betty would follow me, as I knew the short cuts and half an hour later the two vehicles were parked outside our home.
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