As the birds sang lightly outside, Nicky woke up with a start.
He rubbed his eyes, still half asleep, but instinct kicked in almost immediately - his hand reaching for his phone. The camera app opened in seconds.
There he was. “Son of a bitch…” he muttered, under his breath.
On the screen, Jun Lee lay sprawled out, fast asleep in his mum and dad’s bed - completely at ease, like it was his own.
From somewhere off-screen, the faint sound of the en-suite shower drifted through.
In the cabin, he could already hear his dad moving around in the kitchen, starting up breakfast. For the time being… there was nothing more to see. Then he went to see his dad.
When he got back to his room after breakfast, he heard a voice, his dad talking, it had to be her. He grabbed his phone and opened the app, and it hit him hard. There she was.
There she was, strutting around the bedroom, talking to his dad about each other’s intended plans for the day! She was wearing a short red silk robe clinging just enough to tease what lay beneath. Her hair was flawless, makeup immaculate, but his eyes immediately locked on her feet. The red-soled Louboutins his dad had bought her months ago. He remembered the day vividly - she’d cried with happiness when she unwrapped them, hesitant to wear them for fear of scuffing.
He watched her as she ended the call, tossing the phone aside. He could hear her let out a throaty ‘hmmm… hmmm…’
The little noises weren’t for him; they were to coax Jun Lee awake, but he couldn’t look away. She was a vision of sin. Why couldn’t it be him there on her bed,instead of Jun Lee?
Just then, “Nicky, get dressed and let’s be out on the lake in twenty!” his dad’s voice boomed, bringing him back.
“Okay!” he called, his heart racing, eyes flicking back to the phone.
Jun Lee sprang awake, sitting bolt upright, eyes wide as he watched her teasing herself with the silk of her robe, the red-soled heels adding an erotic rhythm to her movements. Every sway, every brush of her hands over her body, made his pulse pound.
But just then, Nicky’s prayers seemed to have been answered - when the house phone rang.
Josephine paused, glancing toward the door, more confused than alarmed - the house phone rarely rang. She ignored it at first, letting her fingers trail along her robe, drawing Jun Lee’s gaze with every move.
But the answering machine clicked on, the recorded voice filling the room from the hallway.
“Oh, good morning, Mrs… Barnes. It’s Ms. Royce from the exchange department. Just a call to let you know I’ll be arriving in one hour to do an assessment. A few points have been made regarding Jun Lee and how he is not enjoying things… see you then. Bye!”
Josephine froze. Her eyes went wide in absolute disgust - and she shouted, “FUCK!!” The silk slipped from her hands, her perfect composure shattered, leaving her stunned, furious, and caught at the exact moment she didn’t want anyone else to witness.
Jun Lee blinked, still sitting upright, torn between shock, arousal, and the sudden, unbearable tension that had just exploded in the room.
She spun to Jun Lee. “Have you said or done anything to anyone at school to make them think that?!”
He was just as stunned, shaking his head. “No! I swear!”
Her frustration boiled over. With a fast motion, she ripped off the robe, letting it fall to the floor, and kicked off the shoes. He could feel the heat radiating off her as she stormed around the room and grabbed a hoodie and jeans from the wardrobe.
“Go shower and smarten yourself up,” she snapped. "I know what Royce is like - one sniff, she’s not happy, and that’s it!”
She threw on a bra, then the rest of her clothes, moving with fierce speed. Her chest rose and fell, still flushed from earlier, she paused, hands on her hips, and added, “Stay here. I’ve got an idea.”
Jun Lee stepped into the shower, water washing over him, while Nicky punched the air in pure joy - his plan had worked.
Josephine jumped into her car and headed into town.
Nicky set off for a day of fishing, grinning like a fool, while Josephine slipped into the most expensive, most famous fresh cream cake bakery, grabbed two boxes of the richest, most decadent cakes, and didn’t linger another second before heading straight back.
When she walked in, Jun Lee was in the kitchen, drowning water down his throat, trying to top up after all the liquid he’d lost the day before. He looked up, blinking. “Cakes?”
She shrugged, an evil smirk appearing on her lips. “Ms. Joyce is a fat bitch; in case you hadn’t noticed. These are a bribe. Now - go sit in your room until she’s here.”
The doorbell chimed, and Josephine opened the door in a completely different light.
She wore a strapless floral sundress that hugged her body just right, the kind of thing that looked innocent but wasn’t. Underneath, only a strapless bra and nothing else - no panties. The same Louboutins from this morning shone softly as she shifted her weight, a smile already spreading across her face.
“Good morning, Ms. Joyce.”
Ms. Joyce’s eyes flicked over her for a second before she smiled back. “Morning, Josephine.”
“Please, come in and take a seat,” Josephine added, stepping aside with a graceful little gesture.
Ms. Joyce accepted the invitation, stepping past her into the house, the faint scent of Josephine’s perfume lingering in the air between them.
Josephine settled into the armchair across from her guest, crossing her legs.
“Would you like a cup of tea, Ms. Joyce?”
“Oh yes, please,” the woman replied, smoothing her skirt.
Josephine smiled sweetly.
“Then we really must get down to talking. We have a lot to go over.”
As she rose and headed toward the kitchen, she rolled her eyes so hard it almost hurt. This woman already wanted her gone.
A minute later, she returned carrying a silver tray - a delicate teapot, two fine cups, and a small white box. The moment she set it down, Ms. Joyce did a double-take.
“Oh my God… Crème de Paris?”
Josephine nodded, still smiling. “Fresh this morning. Please, help yourself.”
Ms. Joyce didn’t hesitate. She reached for one of the elegant little cakes, eyes lighting up like a kid in a candy store.
“I’ve spoken to Jun Lee, and he really has no idea where all this has come from.”
Ms. Joyce nodded slowly. “Well, it’s been reported, so I really do have to speak with him.”
Josephine called out for him. A moment later, Jun Lee appeared, and Ms. Joyce started grilling him with questions. But he handled every single one like a pro - calm and confident- knocking them out of the park.
After thirty minutes, Josephine had heard enough. She stood up with a polite smile. “Please excuse me,” she said, and slipped back into the kitchen.
While she was gone, Ms. Joyce wrapped up with Jun Lee and sent him off. Then she sat alone on the sofa, quietly filling out her forms.
Josephine returned carrying the second white box. “You know what? I got two boxes of these cakes today, and I’m really not going to eat them both. Here, feel free to take this one with you.”
Ms. Joyce’s eyes widened. “Oh my… I really shouldn’t. I need to cut down.”
Josephine tilted her head, that playful smile back in place. “Oh, please. What’s life if we can’t be a little bad once in a while?”
She kept gently encouraging until Ms. Joyce finally laughed and accepted the box. “You know what? There’s really nothing to worry about here. I can finish filling this out tonight in front of the TV, while I enjoy these cakes.”
“That’s the spirit,” Josephine agreed warmly.
A few minutes later, Ms. Joyce was back in her car, the box of Crème de Paris sitting on the passenger seat beside her as she prepared to drive away.
Nicky took a few minutes down by the lake and pulled out his phone. He wanted to check how the meeting at home was going. He opened the camera app, expecting to see Josephine and Ms. Joyce still talking in the living room.
The living room was empty.
At that exact moment, Ms. Joyce sat at a set of traffic lights, waiting for green. She glanced sideways at the white box on the passenger seat and smiled to herself. She could already picture kicking off her shoes later, sinking into the couch, and stuffing her face with those Crème de Paris while she finished her paperwork. Josephine Barnes really was a lovely woman, she thought. Such a great pillar of the community.
Back at the Barnes’ house, there was only one pillar Josephine was interested in right then; it was attached to a seventeen-year-old, and it had nothing to do with the community.
Nicky frowned and flicked to the bedroom camera.
Josephine was so worked up with raw frustration from the morning - that stupid phone call and Ms. Joyce’s surprise visit - which had left her cunt aching, and her patience gone. The second the front door was shut behind their guest, she didn’t say a word. She grabbed Jun Lee by the shirt, practically dragged him down the hallway, and shoved him into the bedroom. Her sundress was already halfway off by the time they crossed the threshold. She yanked it the rest of the way and let it fall in a crumpled heap on the floor, along with the bra, stepping out of it in nothing but those heels, the red soles flashing with every step to closing the curtains.
She was completely naked then, nipples hard and dark, her shaved pussy already glistening with arousal that had been building all morning. Jun Lee’s eyes widened as she pushed him backward onto the bed. His cock sprang free, the moment she tugged his trousers off that huge, thick battering ram; veins bulging along the heavy shaft, the fat purple head already leaking pre-cum in shiny beads.
His shirt followed. Josephine grabbed the front and ripped it open with one yank. Buttons popped and scattered across the bed and floor, like gunfire. She tore the ruined fabric down his arms, pulled it off completely, and flung it over her shoulder without even looking where it landed.
She climbed over him, straddled his hips, and wrapped her fingers around the throbbing base. She rubbed the slick head up and down her dripping slit a few times, coating him in her warm, sticky juices, then lined him up and sank down in one long, greedy drop. Her tight cunt stretched wide around his girth, swallowing every thick inch, until her arse cheeks slapped against his thighs and his heavy balls pressed right up against her.
“Fuuuck yes!” she screamed, her head tipping back, eyes half-lidded as she felt him bottom out deep inside her.
She planted those shoes firmly on the mattress on either side of his hips, the sharp heels digging into the sheets for leverage. Then she started riding him - slowly at first, savouring the way her soaked walls clung to every ridge and vein, but it didn’t stay slow for long. Her hips rolled, lifted, and slammed back down, building into a steady rhythm. The wet slapping sounds filled the room immediately - skin on skin, her creamy pussy juice squelching loudly around his cock with every bounce.
Sweat quickly beaded on her forehead and between her bouncing tits. Tiny droplets flew off her body as she picked up speed, fucking herself harder on his massive dick. Jun Lee groaned beneath her, hands gripping her waist, trying to thrust up to meet her. But she was in a completely different mood - feral, frustrated, and totally in charge. Every time he tried to buck his hips, she ground down harder, using her weight and the strength in her thighs to pin him in place.
“Stay still,” she growled. “This is my cock right now. You just lie there and take it.”
She leaned forward, bracing her hands on his chest, nails digging crescent marks into his skin as she rode him even more aggressively. Her tits swung heavily with every slam. The angle let him hit even deeper, the fat head of his cock kissing her cervix on every brutal downstroke. Her pussy was soaked, creamy white arousal frothing around the base of his shaft and dripping down over his balls, making everything slick and messy.
The bed creaked loudly beneath them, the headboard knocking rhythmically against the wall. Josephine’s moans grew louder, turning into sharp, needy cries that echoed through the empty house. She rose almost all the way off him until just the swollen tip stretched her entrance, then dropped her full weight down, impaling herself balls-deep again and again. The obscene, wet squelching noises were nonstop then, loud and nasty, the kind that would have made anyone blush if they could hear.
Sweat poured down her back, trickling between her arse cheeks and mixing with the mess between her legs. Her hair stuck to her neck and shoulders in damp strands. She kept the pace punishing, thighs burning, but she didn’t slow. Not even a little. Her clit ground against his pelvis on every grind, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through her body.
Jun Lee’s face was flushed, sweat glistening on his forehead, too. His breathing turned ragged, his hips twitching helplessly beneath her as he tried and failed to match her relentless rhythm. “Shit, Mrs Jo… fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned, “I’m getting close… I might cum if you keep…”
“NO!!” Josephine snapped as she kept bouncing on his cock.
She slammed down extra hard, grinding her hips in slow, precise circles to keep him buried deep inside her fluttering walls. “You do not cum. Not yet. You practice what you’ve learned. Pinch it off. Right now.”
She didn’t stop moving. She kept riding him with long, drawn-out strokes, rising slowly until only the head stretched her tight entrance again, then sinking back down inch by inch, letting him feel every bit of her hot, soaked cunt gripping him. Her inner muscles clenched deliberately around his throbbing shaft, milking him without mercy, while she stared down at him, her eyes dark with lust and control.
“Pinch it off,” she repeated. “Hold it back. I’m not done using this dick yet.”
Jun Lee’s face twisted in concentration, pinching hard just like she’d taught him, trying to stave off the orgasm that was threatening to crash over him. His cock pulsed angrily inside her, thick and swollen, but he fought it, breathing through clenched teeth.
Josephine smiled wickedly, still bouncing slowly on him, savoring the way he throbbed and twitched deep inside her pussy. She leaned down closer, her tits brushing his chest, and whispered warmly against his ear, “Good boy. Now keep it together… because I’m just getting started.”
She straightened up again, planted her Louboutins better, and gradually built the pace back up - longer, harder strokes that had her arse cheeks rippling with every impact. The wet, sloppy sounds returned even louder, her creamy juices coating his balls and the sheets beneath them. Sweat continued to fly from her bouncing body as she rode him without mercy, drawing it out, making sure every single thrust dragged them both closer to the edge, while forcing him to hold back.
She wasn’t stopping anytime soon. Not until she’d fucked every last bit of that morning’s frustration out on his thick, obedient cock - one long, filthy, drawn-out bounce at a time.
Jun Lee became brave.
Josephine let out a deep, throaty groan. “Ughhh!”
Jun Lee started moving, thrusting up into her with slow, powerful strokes. She matched him right away, slamming her hips down to meet every upward drive, their bodies colliding with wet, heavy slaps.
She planted her hands on his chest and pushed herself upright, arms straight, which made her full, heavy tits thrust out even more. The sight was pure temptation. Jun Lee’s hands left her hips and slapped straight onto her soft breasts, squeezing hard, fingers sinking deep into the lush flesh.
He captured her stiff nipples between his fingers and twisted them gently at first.
“Ahhh! Yes! That’s it, Jun!” she cried, bouncing faster on his thick, bare cock.
He pinched and tweaked harder. That was all the encouragement she needed. Her pace turned frantic.
“Mmmm… God! Yes! Fuck!” she moaned, the wet slapping of skin on skin growing louder and filthier.
“You like that, Mrs. Josephine?” he asked, voice low and teasing. “You like your exchange boy playing with your big tits while you ride him?”
“YES!” Josephine moaned, her face twisted in pure ecstasy. “God yes… I’m such a fucking slut for this! Riding your huge, fat cock and letting you grope my tits… Fuck, it feels so good! I can’t believe we’re doing this, but I don’t want it to stop!”
She slammed herself down even harder, taking every inch.
Jun Lee smirked, still kneading and squeezing her breasts. “Do you wear these sexy shoes for Mark and ride him like this, too?”
“No! Never!” she gasped, still bouncing at a steady, punishing rhythm. “He pours everything into work and has nothing left for me. Not like you, baby… Shit! Yes… right there! Jesus, you fuck me so good!”
She drove herself down hard again, her arse slapping loudly against his thighs with every desperate bounce.
Jun Lee kept one hand glued to her heavy breast, groping and kneading it like he couldn’t get enough, while the other one bounced wildly on its own, jiggling and slapping with every hard thrust.
His eyes were glued to her chest the whole time, and Josephine definitely noticed.
“Do you like my big tits, darling?” she asked.
He slid his free hand up and grabbed the other one, too, squeezing both huge, soft mounds hard, fingers sinking deep into the warm flesh.
“They’re fucking amazing,” he groaned, slamming his thick, pulsing cock into her tight, clutching pussy even faster. “You’ve got the biggest, best tits I’ve ever seen, Mrs. Josephine!”
He gave them another firm, possessive squeeze, thumbs brushing roughly over her stiff nipples...
