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The Van Ride

Judy continues to dominate her friend's son, this time in public
The dinner was quiet and normal. Judy and Mark’s mother Laura carried on an animated conversation, just as she normally did, about bosses, talking about upcoming church events...the usual. Mark made sure to sit in the opposite corner of the booth from Judy and mostly kept to himself, while still smiling and nodding at all the right times.

After arriving home for the night, Mark feigned sleepiness and quickly disappeared into his room upstairs. He climbed into bed and stared at the “popcorn” on the ceiling, trying to make sense of Judy’s behavior. It was a complete departure from how he perceived her as a person. Had something changed, or did she just hide herself well?

Ultimately, both encounters were indeed enjoyable, but in the same sense as cliff diving - thrillingly terrifying in the moment - once it was over, most of the fear washed away in his memory, making it seem almost mundane in retrospect.

His thoughts on the matter were whisked away by sleep before any conclusions arrived on the scene.

The next morning, Mark woke up to a note from his mom saying that she would be gone until around noon, with a list of chores for him to have done by then. He dutifully started right away, intending to make sure he would have the rest of his Saturday free. He was finished by 10:30 and stepped outside onto the patio in the back yard with a book and coffee.

“Oh! Hi, Judy...didn’t realize you were home. I figured you were out with mom,” he said.

“Nope. I’ve been out here.” Judy sat in one of the two deck loungers, reading a magazine. A pair of khaki capris showed off her pale calves and light pink toenails. In usual Judy style, her top was sleeveless, but not cut deeply at the neckline, leaving plenty to the imagination.

Mark considered turning and going back inside, but it was too late, and would just make the situation more awkward. He sat down in the other deck lounger, about five feet from where Judy sat. He opened his book, sipped his coffee, and tried to play it as cool as possible.

A few quiet minutes later: “Mark?”

He realized his mouth was dry already. “Yeah?”

“Is there more coffee inside?”

“Yup, about half the pot.”

“Great. Be right back.”

Ten minutes passed quietly as Mark worked up the nerve to talk to his mom’s friend. What would she say? Would she be upset? Part of him was worried that talking would ruin the mystique, as strange as it was. Only one way to find out though...

“Judy?”

She looked up from her magazine. “Yes, Mark?”

“I uh...I think we should talk about...uh...you know...”

Judy set her magazine down across her thighs and folded her fingers together in her lap. “No, I don’t know. Talk about what?”

“A few days ago, and yesterday before dinner, you...I dunno...coerced me?”

Judy’s tone became slightly more firm. “I recall no coercion.”

Mark could feel blood rising to his cheeks. What the hell was she doing? He stared at his hands and let out an exasperated sigh. “Fine. I don’t know what you’d call it. You...demanded or whatever...my dick. Like, you made me cum in your hand, twice.”

“Are you going somewhere with this? Are you going to make a point, or can I go back to reading?” Judy asked.

“I want to know what’s going on between us.”

“‘Between’ us? There is nothing between us. You think because you waved your penis around that, what, I’m your girlfriend now?”

“Fine, no, I don’t think that. Just explain why. Why did you...strongly encourage me...to pleasure myself in front of you?”

Judy relented, with just enough information to keep Mark from losing. “Because I wanted to watch you squirm. It really is that simple. I realized that the day I found you masturbating like the pervert you are. I can do whatever I want, whenever it pleases me, and there’s not much you can say or do about it.”

“Did I do something to make you treat me like this? I thought we...you know...got along like normal people. I’ve known you for years!”

Before Judy could respond, the back door opened and Laura appeared between them. “There you two are, come on, I need your help with something...it will only take an hour or two.”

Judy’s demeanor changed instantaneously. “Of course dear, what is it?”

“The rest of the ladies bailed on the Book Wagon today, except for Gail. She’s out in the van. I need some extra hands to finish our deliveries for the day.”

“Of course!” said Judy.

“I’ll go find some shorts,” Mark grumbled.

The “Book Wagon” was in fact an old white minivan with the middle row seat removed for extra cargo space. It rolled away from the house with Laura and Gail up front and Judy and Mark in back...much to Mark’s chagrin. The middle of the van was covered in boxes of books destined for senior centers across town. Unfortunately, it was a fairly warm day and the van's A/C was not working. The vent windows provided barely enough fresh air to keep the rear passengers from overheating. It would be close to 45 minutes until their first stop.

"I want to see it again," Judy said, just loud enough for Mark to hear.

"Really? Here?" he hissed. Judy gave him a "don't-argue-with-me" stare. Mark rolled his eyes and pulled his already semi-erect cock through his fly.

"Not good enough. Pull them down." Mark complied and slipped his shorts and boxers down, letting them pool around his ankles. He half expected Judy to tell him to throw them out the window or some such thing. The only visual barrier between him and the front seats was the pile of boxes, which was just high enough...he hoped. He felt exposed, vulnerable, but his fully engorged cock dulled those feelings to manageable levels. Tentatively, he wrapped his fingers around it and started to stroke, expecting that's what Judy wanted. It wasn't. She firmly pulled his hand away and set it on the seat.

Judy slid a few inches toward Mark, close enough to speak at an even quieter volume. "We're going to play a little game now. This time, you're going to cum again, but I'm going to do the work." To emphasize the point, she licked her thumb, then wrapped her soft hand around his cock and started to stroke the sensitive underside of the head with her wetted thumb. Mark twitched and stifled a moan. "Here's where it gets more interesting," Judy continued, "you have until we make it to the first stop to cum for me."

"I don't think I'll need that long...that feels really good."

Judy stopped, leaving Mark's cock twitching on its own. "I wasn't done yet," she said sternly. "The catch is, I'm only going to do that while you talk loud enough for someone to hear you up front. Touch yourself, you lose. Fail to cum for me before we stop, you lose. Do I need to explain what happens if you lose?"

"I guess not," Mark replied. "So, you only touch me if I'm talking?"

"Try it."

"Hey, mom...what time did you say we..." Mark's voice wavered as Judy resumed stroking with her thumb. "Oh fuck," he mumbled. Judy stopped.

"What were saying, honey?" Laura responded.

"Sorry, I got distracted... I...uh... what time do you think we'll be home?"

"Do you have someplace to be?"

It was quickly becoming difficult for Mark to keep his voice steady. He felt a strange disconnect - it was impossible to focus on the stimulation and the conversation at the same time. He had to remain fixated on one or the other. "No, I was just curious. I thought I'd um, maybe go hang out with Chris tonight." He spoke haltingly and self-consciously. There's no way she can see, right?

"Hmm...you're doing well so far," Judy muttered. Pre-cum was already steadily oozing and dripping down the underside of Mark's cock, making it slick under her thumb.

"We were, ah, going to see a movie or something."

Mark continued to babble on for a few minutes, prompting Gail to twist around in her seat. "You're awfully chatty today," she said. Mark froze, his eyes wide. Judy’s movements slowed as he hesitated again.

"What do you mean?" he asked. Mark knew full well his reputation among his mother's friends was 'quiet brooding teenager,' but needed to keep the conversation going.

"You're usually so... "

"Quiet, yeah I know. Just in a good mood I guess. Hey, how's your husband? Haven't seen him in awhile." True to form, this got Gail going on all manner of mundane updates, leaving Mark just enough room to keep the conversation going from his end. And, thankfully, Judy seemed to take a small amount of pity, continuing to stimulate him during short periods of his silence.

Gail continued to stare directly at him. If she noticed any of Judy’s movements, she certainly wasn't showing it. The added tension of being observed simultaneously boosted his arousal and his anxiety. Gail was actually quite pretty for her age; a little plump in a healthy sort of way, owing more to her short stature than weight. Her brown curls bounced around in the wind.

Mark began to focus on her soft, glossy lips as they conversed, imagining them wrapping tightly around his member. With the addition of that imagery, his body began to tremble under Judy’s skillful touch. He fought the urge to move his hips harder against her hand.

“Mark, are you feeling OK?” Laura asked. “You look a bit pale...and twitchy. Is the heat getting to you?”

Mark snapped out of his reverie and met his mom’s gaze in the rearview mirror. “Yeah a little. I’ll be fine though.” He now had all three women paying attention to him. The conversation turned to school causing Laura to participate more and continue to glance at him in the mirror. Judy nodded and smiled, but generally kept quiet while the others made small talk about Mark’s college experience. Mark made sure to speak at length about his hated econ class.

“Almost there,” Laura interjected. “Then you can get some fresh air.”

‘Almost there’ was exactly correct for Mark. He felt the familiar build up of pressure at the base of his penis as he came closer to orgasm. “Uh...um...wait, oh OK. Good. That will be...” he groaned softly into his fist and cleared his throat before continuing. “That will be great.” Laura raised an eyebrow as Mark’s voice cracked on the word “great.”

He became mentally frantic...images and fantasies flashed through his mind as he tried to find the one that would push him over the edge the quickest. Gail once again twisted around to look him oddly. She had to know something was up. Mark wanted to stop, pretend like nothing was happening, but he was so close...wanting nothing more than to blow his load.

“I could really go for a Coke too,” he managed to squeak out. Judy adjusted her pace, approving of Mark’s efforts. Finally, it was enough to push him past the point of no return. Judy sensed the pulsations in his cock as well.

“Oops, I dropped my phone on the floor,” she said loud enough to be heard up front, then leaned over Mark’s lap to “retrieve” it. Her timing was perfect. Right at the moment of release, she pressed her lips to the very tip of Mark’s cock like she was sipping from a straw. Her fist continued pumping in short strokes along his shaft.

Mark shot spurt after spurt of thick, ropey cum into Judy’s mouth, biting down on one knuckle to keep from gasping loudly. His eyes met Gail’s once again. Her eyes were like saucers and she remained frozen in place, trying to make sense of what was going on in the back of the van. Once the orgasm subsided, Mark broke his gaze away and relaxed back into his seat. He felt spent and deflated. Looking back up at Gail, her mouth hung open in shock and she slowly turned away.

“Something wrong Gail?” Laura asked.

“N-no, nothing, sorry.”

“I think they have a Coke machine inside,” Laura said to Mark.

Mark tried to ignore Judy’s lips still resting at the tip of his cock. Her tongue made a quick circuit around the head to gather up any remaining drops of cum, and she swallowed the load with a small amount of difficulty before sitting up again. “Found it!” she proclaimed, holding up her phone as proof.

Mark tiredly leaned his head against the van window and tucked himself back into his pants. What would be next, a handjob in the middle of the street? Spankings at the grocery store? A dozen scenarios popped into his head, each drawing a different mix of fear, trepidation, and excitement...

[I have a few ideas for continuing this...let me know in the comments if I should!]







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Comments(8)

Akkio42
Posted 25 May 2013 16:49
This story is so real. Sounds like a real experience for the author. Hope you add to it.
oleharleydude
Posted 09 May 2013 11:16
how does Mark, get even with Judy? does Gail join in on the fun?
StylisX
Posted 08 May 2013 04:47
Great story! Definitely want to see another part for it!
1lush
Posted 07 May 2013 14:16
Very good

stockingluvr
Posted 07 May 2013 10:51
Excellent Story!! You absolutely must continue!
oklahomaguy
Posted 07 May 2013 07:20
Love a good torture story espeacially a young man being dominated and controlled by older women. Keep it going
submissivemom72
Posted 07 May 2013 03:37
I love making young cocks hard and making them cum....this is a wonderfully sexy story
JohnN
Posted 07 May 2013 00:34
Really liked this, I think Gail needs some too though
 

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