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Judy, From Church

Mark learns that his mom's friend Judy has a bit of a domineering side
Wham! Mark’s Econ II textbook bounced off the wall and fell in a heap on the floor.

"Mark, what the heck was that?" his mom, Laura, called from down the hall.

"Nothing!" he yelled back.

A moment later, she poked her head into his room. "Nothing?" she asked, pointing at the used textbook lying at her feet.

"Sorry mom...just sick of this fu...er...this dumb class." She glared at him, and Mark could tell she wanted to yell at him for almost using foul language. At 19, it seemed pretty stupid to get in trouble for swearing, but that's how she was. He still lived at home, so...you know, her house, her rules...and all that jazz.

"Why don't you take a walk to clear your head. Maybe pray a little while you're at it. It hasn't escaped me that you haven't been to church with me for close a month now."

He rolled his eyes slightly. If she noticed, she didn't say anything. “Sure mom, fine. I’ll be back in a bit.” Mark got up and threw on the nearest pair of shoes.

“Oh, by the way, remember my friend Judy, from church?”

“Yeah...?”

“Well, she used to have this big old tree in her back yard...ash tree, I think. Anyway, so...”

“Get to the point, mom.”

“Sorry dear. Big storm last week. Tree fell on roof. Repair taking too long. She’s been in a hotel for a week. Staying here until it’s fixed.” She raised an eyebrow. Was that succinct enough for you?”

“Yes.” Mark started to walk out, but realized he was being unusually rude.. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be that short with you. Just stressed with school stuff.”

“It’s OK honey,” she said. “Hug?”

Judy arrived the next morning, loaded down with duffel bags and a backpack. She smiled weakly when Mark opened the door.

“Hi Mark, I assume your mom told you I was coming?”

“Sure did, come on in.”

Judy wore a casual skirt, dropping just below her knees, low top canvas sneakers, and a three-quarter sleeve blouse. Her curly chestnut brown hair was pulled into a loose ponytail. Despite her somewhat “I just grabbed whatever was convenient and comfy” outfit, the look really worked for her. Mark always thought she was an attractive woman, in a conservative, churchy sort of way. Something about seeing her in his house though, looking slightly lost and frazzled...somehow made that attraction a bit stronger.

She noticed Mark staring. “Yeah, I know I look awful. Haven’t slept much in the last few days, and the stress of dealing with my crummy insurance company isn’t helping anything.

“Don’t worry, you look fine. Really. Mom’s in the kitchen. I’m heading out.for awhile. See you at dinner.”

The next week flew by. Having an extra body in the small house took some getting used to. The only actual impact to Mark’s daily routine was the increase in wait time at the bathroom door in the mornings. After sixteen years of being an only child living with his single mother, it just felt strange to walk into a room that would normally be empty and finding a stranger sitting there, reading a magazine or taking a nap after work.

One morning, Mark arrived in the living room to find Judy staring blankly at the muted TV. She looked like she’d been crying, and a small pile of tissues sat at her feet. She was partially dressed for work and her hair was still damp from the shower.

“Everything OK?” Mark asked quietly.

“No,” she said without taking her eyes off the screen. She paused and took a deep breath before continuing. “My house burned down. Total loss. Everything I had...my book collection, all of my pictures...gone.”

Mark stood awkwardly, not knowing what to do. His mom left for work an hour ago, otherwise it would just be a matter of bringing her down to console her friend, and then walking away quietly. That was no longer an option. He sat down next to her. His weight on the cushions caused her to rock toward him slightly, and he draped an arm across her shoulders without thinking. He started to pull it back, but she leaned into him, grabbed his free hand and squeezed tightly. Judy’s shoulders shook as she sobbed quietly. Mark pulled her more tightly against him and lightly rubbed her back..

Despite the inopportune timing, the sudden closeness did not go unnoticed by Mark’s hormones. He mentally cursed his involuntary and unwanted arousal. Trying to derail his mind, he asked, “is there anything I can do? Do you need anything? I’m sure you’re welcome to stay as long as you want...”

She sniffed, dabbed her nose with a tissue, and exhaled a long, shaky breath. “You’re sweet Mark, thanks. I’ll be OK. It’s just stuff after all. Important stuff, but stuff nonetheless.” She stood and smoothed her skirt. “I should get to work. I could take the day off, but I think having something to do will help. I’ll deal with my insurance later. Thanks again.” She touched his cheek lightly with her fingertips as she walked away. “See you later tonight.”

Mark waited until he heard her moving upstairs before he stood up. His erection slowly subsided as he walked to the kitchen for his usual breakfast of dry cereal and orange juice. He also found it extremely difficult to not think about how nice she felt leaning against him, and how her subtly sexy perfume lingered in his nostrils.

That evening, as expected, Mark’s mom immediately offered to let Judy stay as long as she wanted. The two also spent some long hours at a local mall in order to rebuild Judy’s wardrobe. Soon after, life settled into a normal rhythm with their new “roommate.”

About a week later, Mark had gotten home early from school, and was pleasantly surprised to find the house empty. Normally Judy made it home roughly an hour before him. A note on the fridge explained her absence...spa date with a friend. Mark smiled, knowing that he had the house to himself for a solid two hours at least. The first hour was filled with a few rounds of Call of Duty at mom-complaint-inducing volumes. But, his mind quickly sought out other things he wasn’t normally able to do with others in the house. Masturbation was typically not a problem, so long as it was in bed...and...ah ha! Porn! It felt like ages since Mark had been able to browse some of his favorite sites without fear of discovery. Unfortunately, the small house lacked wi-fi, so the only way to get online was a wired connection in the office at the top of the stairs. Lack of access to porn fortunately did not prevent him from becoming an expert on self-pleasure.

Mark grabbed his laptop and jogged up the stairs, giddy at the prospect of some quality ‘alone time.’ Barely ten minutes later, he was seated at the desk, pants around his ankles, and cock in hand. A small hand towel was draped over one knee for clean-up duty. He did his best to maximize his use of the time, working slowly, first rubbing the sensitive underside of the head to generate pre-cum to use as lubricant. Occasionally, he would grip the shaft and jerk until he was on the verge of cumming, before releasing it completely and enjoying the small involuntary muscle twitches.

He was so absorbed in the video playing in front of him - a classic double-penetration movie - he failed to notice the door open and close downstairs. Instead, he was fixated on the sight of a young woman sandwiched between two generic looking 70’s-era porn stars.

The office door creaked open behind Mark, and Judy walked in, intending to grab a book sitting on the desk.

“Oh, hi Mark...how...oh my god!”

The sound of Judy’s voice finally broke Mark’s trance. He slammed his laptop shut and without thinking, spun around in the chair, still holding his twitching cock. There was a long silence as the two stared at each other, mouths agape.

“Sorry Judy, I was just...just..um...”

“Just masturbating, yes, I can see that. A bit rude to do it in here, don’t you think?” Judy said with a disapproving tone.

Mark pulled his shirt down to hide himself, and reached down to pull up his pants. “I know, yeah...wanted internet,” he stammered.

Judy stepped over. “I gathered that as well. You wanted porn, of course.” She leaned past him to flip the laptop open again, blocking him from reaching the waistband of his pants. “What were you watching then?” She hit play, and the video started again, right as the second male star crouched behind the actress, and squeezed his thoroughly lubed cock into her ass while the other continued to fuck her from underneath. “Geez Mark, you really think women like this kind of thing? That sort of penetration is dangerous.”

Blood continued to rush to Mark’s face and he grew more flustered as Judy continued to watch the video and block him from covering up. Judy’s behavior was completely uncharacteristic and he was clueless as to what she was doing. Despite his embarrassment, his erection hadn’t subsided in the slightest.

“I guess...I don’t really know. It just turned me on, so I watched it.”

Judy finally stood up again and took a step back. Mark’s brain finally slowed down enough to take in some of the details. Judy was dressed as she normally would for work, although on this particular day, seemed to be channeling Betty Draper, with a patterned, calf-length skirt under a baby blue sweater. A conservative, color-coordinated pair of heels, and short pearl necklace completed the outfit. While not at all revealing, Judy pulled off the look well.

“Can you tell me why it turned you on? Seems a bit filthy to me,” said Judy.

“What do you mean?”

“Those men, just using her like...some kind of toy or something. I want to know why that turns you on.”

“I dunno...I guess I just like the idea of her being ‘filled up,’ or something. It’s hard to explain.”

“Mmm-hmm.” Judy exhaled through her nose and glanced at her watch. “I suppose I should let you finish. No sense in denying that. Better hurry though, your mom is due home any minute now. I doubt this would go over well with her.”

“O-Ok.”

“So, get on with it then. Keep masturbating.”

“Aren’t you going to, you know...leave?”

“Nope. I’m going to stand right here.”

Mark’s brow furrowed in confusion. “You want me to...jerk off...while you watch?”

Judy sighed. “That makes ME sound like the pervert. You’re the one with his hands on his hard penis. Think what you want, but you better get to it.”

Mark started stroking and stole a quick look at the clock on his computer. 4:00...his mom really was due home any minute now. He picked up the pace. Judy stood a foot or two away, hands clasped loosely in front of her, staring down with a bored expression, tinged with just a little disapproval. Mark reached for the play button to continue the video.

“Really Mark?”

He closed laptop again. “Sorry.”

“Stand up please.”

Mark did as he was told. “Better cum quickly. Any minute now...”

“I’m trying,” he grunted. The situation was an immense turn-on, but the presence of his mom’s friend a mere twenty-four inches away also made him very self conscious. His hand flew faster, brushing the head of his penis at the top of each stroke. His knees began to shake and his body tensed as the orgasm built up.

The front door opened, and this time Mark heard it open. Judy noticed the panicked look on his face. “Don’t you dare stop.”

“But...”

“If you stop, I’ll call your mom up here.”

Mark said nothing and continued to stroke faster. His breathing grew ragged and he held onto the desk for support.

“Mark? Judy? Anyone home?” Laura called from downstairs.

“Yep, be down in just a minute,” Judy called back. Then to Mark: “Better do it now, before she comes up here. Wouldn’t want her to see you like this, masturbating like your life depended on it.”

“No,” he groaned.

Judy held out her hand, careful to stand away. “Here, I’ll even catch it for you, since you apparently can’t be bothered to do it yourself.”

Mark looked down at her manicured hand, cupped directly under the head of his cock. He imagined her using that hand to jerk him off into her mouth. The image was too much. With a sharp gasp, he came, spurting thick a thick stream of cum into the palm of her hand.

“Good job,” she said condescendingly, and closed her hand around the sticky deposit.

Mark looked around for the towel that had landed on the floor, and bent to retrieve it. Judy turned and walked out before he could hand it to her. Mark didn’t wait around, he quickly pulled up his pants, grabbed his laptop, and hustled down the hall to compose himself in the bathroom.

The next few days passed without incident, and Mark began to doubt whether he’d maybe dreamt his little show in front of Judy. That Friday, as Mark was coming downstairs to help with dinner, he overheard his mother exclaiming, “he did what?!” His heart dropped into his stomach, and he considered turning and running back upstairs. Laura walked into the living room before he could. “There you are! Come here!”

Mark walked toward her sheepishly. “Judy told me you...” Mark felt like he would be sick, “...offered to take us both out for dinner tonight!

“What?”

His mom gave him a tight hug, and he stared at Judy, leaning against the doorframe, smirking at him. “That’s so nice, thank you sweetie!”

“Uh...sure, happy to.”

“I’ll go get ready. Be back in ten minutes or so.”

Mark walked over to Judy. “Dinner? I can’t afford that!”

Judy rolled her eyes, reached into her purse and pulled out a few twenty dollar bills. “Here. You can owe me. First payment due now.” She motioned toward his crotch. “Get it out.”

“What?”

“You heard me. Get it out, or I spill the beans.”

Mark couldn’t believe this was happening again. He slowly undid his pants and let his semi-rigid cock out into the air. “What do you want me to do?”

“What do you think?”

“I don’t think I can get myself off before she get’s back.”

“You are the mostly helpless person, Mark.” Judy pulled a small bottle of lotion from her purse and squirted a dollop into her hand. “Come over here.” She led him to the living room and pushed him forward against the back of a tall armchair in the corner, facing the bottom of the stairs.

Mark’s heart was racing, and his erection had grown to its full size. He took a deep, shuddering breath. “OK, now what?”

Judy balled her lotion-filled hand into a fist and held it just a hair in front of the tip of his cock. “This should speed things up. I’ll keep this here. I want you to fuck my hand. I’m not doing any of the work though. You have to make it happen.”

Mark obliged, and pressed forward. Her grip loosened slightly, allowing him to penetrate her fist. Her skin was soft and warm, nothing like his own calloused right hand. She was right, this would speed things up. True to her word, she held her hand still, forcing him to thrust in and out, like he was fucking a person.

“Almost ready!” Laura called from upstairs.

“Better hurry Mark, unless you want to be in the middle of cumming when she gets down here.”

The danger of the situation, and the risk highlighted by Judy spurred him to move faster. He felt her hand on his lower back, to help hold herself steady.

“Are you getting close?”

“Yes,” he groaned as she tightened her grip slightly. The room began to spin a little as his orgasm built in intensity. “Almost there...” He could hear his mother’s footsteps moving along the upstairs hallway, heading for the staircase.

“You’re going to be in soooo much trouble,” Judy whispered mockingly in his ear. “Unless...tell her I forgot my purse upstairs.”

“I...I can’t...so close.”

Laura began to descend the stairs. Mark began to twitch as her ankles came into view. “Laura dear, would you do me a favor and see if I left my purse in the office up there?”

Laura stopped mid-step. At that moment, Mark lost it, biting his hand and shuddering as he unleashed gobs of hot cum into Judy’s makeshift hole.

“Never mind, it’s right here. I’m so blind!”

Judy quickly stepped away, leaving Mark shaking while scrambling to fix his pants and look natural. While Laura descended the rest of the stairs.

“Ready honey?”

[Author’s note: Sorry for the sort of long lead-in. I originally had a different idea in mind, but decided to keep most of what I’d already written. Not sure how I feel about this one. Will continue if people like it.]
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Comments(12)

affengeil
Posted 08 May 2013 17:45
Crap! I feel like such a putz...I forgot to link the second part up after I posted it.

That's fixed now... Thanks so much for all the positive feedback, I really appreciate it!
jdliteyear
Posted 08 May 2013 06:39
I loved this hope there is a part 2

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stockingluvr
Posted 07 May 2013 10:38
Excellent Story!! Can't wait to read the next.

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chiefnorm
Posted 02 May 2013 19:19
greast job
Bassicallybill
Posted 01 May 2013 06:29
Love it! Nicely done
shytv
Posted 30 Apr 2013 11:45
Was gutted when this ended was getting me going
w8ingnow
Posted 30 Apr 2013 08:29
Great story. I hope you have more episodes planned!
LilyMarlaine
Posted 30 Apr 2013 05:24
Wow! You certainly succeeded to get me all aroused and wet!!
cotto2000c
Posted 30 Apr 2013 03:50
Great start. Would love to see where this goes.
fifthrow
Posted 29 Apr 2013 19:35
wonderful....erotic
magic10fingers4
Posted 29 Apr 2013 19:24
loved this - hope there are more - lol - with the suspense
redlight99
Posted 29 Apr 2013 17:45
Great lost to read more
 

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