James was on the verge of dozing off with Amy lying next to him when she sighed. He opened his eyes to see her looking up at him.

“As wonderful as this is, my thighs are sticking together.”

He chuckled and straightened his arm, allowing her to rise. She sat up, but almost immediately let out a yipe of surprise mingled with a touch of disgust. She quickly pushed herself closer to the foot of the bed, where she covered her mouth and stared at where she’d just been.

James sat up as well, and there was no missing the impressive wet spot on the comforter. The large, dark spot had little globs and dollops of cum in the center as well. A similar, but smaller spot revealed where she’d been lying next to him leaking cum.

Amy cupped a hand between her legs and scooted toward the edge of the bed. At that moment, James heard something, and realized it was his ringtone coming from the back pocket of his discarded jeans.

“Who is calling me this late?” he muttered.

Amy looked over her shoulder as she took short, careful steps toward the bathroom. Melanie’s apartment apparently had the same layout, because she knew exactly where she was going. “Could you grab my purse and bring it in here?”

“Will do,” he answered as he squatted down and tried to fish his phone out of his jeans. When he retrieved it, he winced, because it was one of his cousins who was a horrible mooch.

He ignored the call and stood to bring Amy her purse. After sitting his phone down on the dresser, he headed for the front room. His nose scrunched as he walked because his cock and balls had a tacky feeling from the drying pussy juice and cum all over them.

Her purse was right where she’d abandoned it, so he brought it into the bedroom and put it on the table next to her water. He heard the toilet flush as he pulled the comforter off the bed – mindful of where he touched it. The sheets beneath had survived, so he quickly took the comforter to the washing machine and started the load. No sense in letting any potential stains set.

Upon returning, he walked toward the closet to pull out a second comforter, but paused when he saw Amy through the glass shower door. He doubted he would be getting hard any time soon, but the sight still pulled him into the bathroom.

She was using the handheld shower head to rinse the mess off her. When she saw him enter, she nodded for him to join her. Once he closed the door, she directed the spray at his crotch. Looking into his eyes, she reached out and used her hand to agitate the evidence of their passion to better rinse it away.

As he had anticipated, his soldier was still on leave. It simply hadn’t been long enough. He briefly considered using the massage setting to bring her to another peak, but thought that she probably would have been doing it to herself as a tease if she was interested.

Once they shut the water off, they toweled each other dry, and then returned to the bedroom. James put the new comforter on the bed while Amy retrieved her panties from the front room to put them on. James likewise pulled on a clean pair of boxers.

Amy pulled out her phone and sat down. As soon as she unlocked it, she exclaimed, “Oh shit.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Three missed calls from my dad, and two texts from Mom,” she answered. Upon checking the messages, she said, “He actually called Mom when he couldn’t get hold of me. Wouldn’t say why he was calling.” She quickly typed a message, and then signaled for James to be quiet with a finger to her lips.

James could hear her father speaking loudly when he answered the phone, though he couldn’t make out the words.

Amy responded, “I’m at Melanie’s. My phone was in my purse and I didn’t hear it.” She rolled her eyes and sighed at something, and then said, “No, it’s not permanently attached to my hand. Jesus. So, what’s wrong?”

She listened for a few seconds, and then slapped her hand to her forehead hard enough that James was certain her father could have heard it through the phone. Hand still holding her head, she said in a slow, deliberate way, “Dad. I don’t know what they were called way back when, but they’re called liquor stores now. The Package Store is a place to send and retrieve packages. That charge is from when I sent Mom her birthday present.”

A few seconds later, she offered a smug-sounding, “Mmm hmm. You know, if you’d just talked to Mom first, you could have saved everyone a headache. Look, I’m going to go. I’m honestly a little hurt that you think I would be stupid enough to buy alcohol on a card that you get the statements for.” After another brief pause, she said, “Okay, bye.”

She looked at James standing next to the bed and said, “Got himself into a rage over nothing, and panicked Mom. Typical Dad. I told her I’d message her when I got off the phone.”

He felt safe enough with the phone call over to sit down on his side of the bed while she typed. She started to put the phone down next to her purse when an alert sounded. A flash of panic washed over Amy’s face when she looked at her phone, but then she shrugged and tapped to answer what was apparently a video call.

Her mother said, “Hello, dear. I swear I’m about to fly there and wring your father’s... Wait, where are you? Why are you naked? What are you doing?”

James had just enough time to register the crooked grin on Amy’s face before she suddenly turned the phone to face him. He started and stiffened in surprise, but could see a gorgeous older woman wearing a pajama top that left little to the imagination on the display. It was easy to see where Amy got her looks and her body.

A second later, Amy pointed the phone back at herself.

“Oh my! Turn that phone back over there,” Amy’s mother said.

Amy laughed. “No, Mom. I’m a little busy.”

“So I see,” she said with a purr in her voice that was just as much pure sex as when her daughter was being naughty. “I guess we’ll both be going to bed then.”

“Good night, Mom,” Amy said with mock frustration.

“Good night, dear,” her mother said. Then he heard a much louder, “Good night, stud muffin!”

Amy ended the call with a laugh and put the phone down. “Don’t worry. Mom’s cool.”

“So, that’s your mom...” he said. “I’ve got to ask – how?”

He didn’t need to elaborate. She answered, “I’ve seen some pictures that scarred me for life of him shirtless back in the day. Dad was in really good shape when they met, with a full head of hair, and he already had money. He’s always bragging that he flipped his first house at seventeen. Apparently, he wasn’t a complete dick back then, either.”

“Hard to imagine, but I guess it has to be true to have landed your mother.”

“I’ll tell her you said that. She’ll be in a good mood for a week.” Amy paused and that mischievous smile sprouted on her face again. “Can I sleep over tonight? Mom says it’s okay.”

He chuckled and pulled her into a kiss.

****

James had awakened before her, so he slipped out of bed, had a quick, proper shower, brushed his teeth, and went to make breakfast. He was testing the temperature of the pan when he heard bare feet coming down the hall.

Despite disheveled hair and barely open eyes, she still looked sexy in nothing but her panties.

“I’m just about to make an omelet. Hungry?” he asked.

“So much for my plan to wake you up with a blowjob.”

“I should have stayed in bed.”

She nodded and smiled. “I’m starving actually. I need to shower and brush my teeth though.”

He asked, “Do you need a toothbrush? I try to stay ahead of mine wearing out, so I have a new one already.”

“I brought one. I won’t be long.” She then turned, gave her sexy ass a smack, and vanished back into the hall.

James gave what was tenting his boxers a squeeze, and got back to the task at hand. He was plating up breakfast when she returned, sniffing at the air. Her hair was brushed and she’d changed into a clean pair of panties – making him wonder how much she’d packed into her purse in anticipation. He could see the new panties because it was still the only thing she was wearing.

“That smells good,” she said as she approached.

“Hope you don’t mind a few bell peppers.”

“That’s perfect.” Her eyebrows lifted when she saw the place settings.

James had been tasked with setting the table when he was a child, and a proper table setting was simply habit at this point.

“Fine dining this morning?” she asked.

He put the plates in their place, pulled out her chair, and said, “But of course, mademoiselle.”

Amy moaned as she sat down, and he pushed her chair in. “Okay, you can’t meet Mom in person. If she saw this, she’d have you on a plane down to Florida with her before I could turn around. You cook, and set a table properly?”

“You haven’t tried it yet, so you don’t know for certain that I can cook.”

She smiled as she picked up her fork and knife. There was an aristocratic air about the way she carefully cut into her omelet. He knew it was purposely exaggerated, but obviously came from a place of practice and habit, much like his own childhood. Upon selecting her bite, she glanced at him before turning her fork upside down – European style – and bringing it to her lips.

“Oh my god,” she said after she swallowed. “That’s probably the best I’ve had since Mom’s. What’s in it?”

While carving up his omelet, he answered, “Local, farm fresh, free-range eggs. Extra virgin olive oil. The peppers, green onions, and parsley are all from local sources, not packaged. Small batch feta cheese. No better options on the diced ham, unfortunately. A little sea salt and black pepper.”

He turned his fork upside down as she had, easily executing the bite via muscle memory. She chuckled.

“What was this you were saying last night about not going crazy?”

“I don’t sacrifice on food. There are things I’m happy to live without like television packages, or a car and all those expenses.”

Amy nodded in agreement and abandoned any semblance of decorum to dig in, so he did as well. He couldn’t help thinking that they had more in common than might otherwise be apparent. As he finished his breakfast, he also realized that he had nearly forgotten that she was bare-breasted at the table. All his attention had been on her face, her eyes, and the graceful way she moved, even when she wasn’t thinking about it.

When she finished her orange juice, he gathered up the dishes.

“You cook, set a table, and do dishes?” she said with mock surprise.

He chuckled as he turned. “Rinse for the dishwasher. I do clean house myself. A cleaning service is one of those things I can live without paying for.”

“How are you single again?”

He shook his head as he rinsed the first plate. “Odd hours – and to be honest – I’d checked out. It’s crazy out there.”

“Mmm hmm,” she hummed. “I haven’t been on a date in months.”

He thought he detected a note of leading in that. It was more than a little backwards, considering how many times they’d had sex already. A nagging voice in the back of his head said it was also yet another opportunity to get caught and get fired.

He glanced back at her while placing a cup into the dishwasher to see her gazing at him and smiling.

It was worth it.

He said, “Maybe we should do something about that.”

“Are you asking me out?”

“I am.”

He heard her chair slide out from the table. “You know that you’re getting all the good stuff without going through the hassle, right?”

“Maybe not all the good stuff.”

Amy stepped in next to him and softly – sultrily – said, “I still have a few tricks I haven’t showed you.”

James turned to face her and said, “I bet.” He then reached up, put two fingers under her chin, and tilted it up to better look into her eyes. “But, that’s not what I’m talking about.”

Her eyes widened slightly, she shivered, and drew in a shuddering gasp. “Oh my.”

“Is that a yes?” he asked.

“God, yes.”

James leaned down to kiss her, and for a second or two, it was a soft kiss. Then Amy moaned, and her hand, which had been on the small of his back, slipped beneath his boxers. He was right there with her as their passions flared to life.

Moments later, Amy hooked her thumb on his waistband and started to push his boxers down. They broke from the kiss simultaneously, and Amy dropped her panties while James pulled his shirt over his head.

As James dispensed with his boxers, Amy swept her right leg in front of the left and then up into a smooth semicircular motion that ended with her leg flat on the kitchen counter. He had every intention of kneeling down and burying his face in her pussy, but she had other ideas.

She first stopped him from squatting with a firm hand beneath his chin. Once it was clear he had abandoned the idea, she reached down, grasped his cock, and used the convenient handle to pull him closer.

He needed no further instruction when the tip pressed against her folds. He had to squat slightly due to their height difference. A slow push buried his cock inside her, lifting her up onto her toes once the tip was nestled in her depths. Amy threw her head back and gasped from the intrusion.

She draped her left arm over his shoulder, while he grasped her waist and rolled his hips to thrust. Amy’s right hand moved between her legs to tantalize her clit. Her tight young pussy felt as amazing as ever, despite the awkward angle. He couldn’t build much speed or power, but it appeared to be more than enough. Her eyes widened at the top of every stroke when he was all but picking her up with his cock.

The intensity of her gaze – so close – drew him into her brown eyes. The moment of shock that flashed through them with every penetration carried notes of excitement as well. He was not so absorbed in them as to miss the flowering of color in her cheeks and the sharp whimpers that accompanied the beginning of her ascent toward climax.

Higher and higher she climbed as he maintained a steady pace. He knew she was getting close, and wanted nothing more than to make this incredible woman experience ecstasy that would leave her weak and insensible. The acrobatic position was beginning to take its toll, however. His back was threatening to stiffen, and he was certain that despite her obvious flexibility and her building orgasm, he was seeing an occasional wince from the tension of her outstretched leg.

She wasn’t the only one with a couple of tricks still up her sleeve.

James quickly moved one hand to her back, and slipped the other beneath her butt. As he lifted her, her eyes lit up. She was quick to wrap her arms and legs around him. He leaned back slightly, and began to bounce.

Amy wailed – the sound rising and falling in pitch as she jolted from his cock slamming into her depths. Her head lolled back, setting her hair to dancing. Those beautiful breasts bounced and quivered from the shockwaves passing through her. Her head snapped back up as she sucked in a gasp that was broken by the rocking of her body.

Whimpers and yelps tumbled from her lips as the color in her face rapidly spread. The increasingly shrill sounds of her pleasure and the look of awe in her eyes so close to him spurred him to lift with his hand on her butt – lengthening the strokes of his cock ever so slightly.

Her features tightened into an exquisite mask of wondrous agony, and her cries were frequently choked off by a tight throat. His elation and her tight, velvety walls milking his cock were pushing him ever nearer to an explosion as well. There was something of pleading in her eyes as she teetered on the precipice.

“Come for me,” he grunted in a rush of words.

As if all it was waiting for was his permission, Amy’s orgasm ripped through her on the very next thrust. Her head lashed back so violently that he had to quickly put a foot forward for balance as she screeched in ecstasy. Her nails dug painfully into his back, and despite that solid purchase, it was all he could do to hold her up as she bucked from the throes of her unleashed orgasm.

It was worth every ounce of discomfort to see this amazing, stunning woman consumed in near mindless rapture. His muscles bulged as he held her up and as tightly against him as he could manage.

After one especially tight squeeze of her legs, a spasm coincided with her losing her strength. When she slipped, he quickly caught one leg behind the knee, and locked his hands in a clasp. Her other foot settled to the floor, but did little to support her as it trembled and wobbled beneath her. A jerk of her head caused her still-wide eyes to lock with his.

“Fuck me!” she screeched as her nails dug into his back again.

Having been near the edge just before she slipped over, his body reacted to her words almost before she finished them. He grunted as he rocked his hips, thrusting into her climaxing pussy once more. By lifting the leg he cradled in sync with his hips, he gained an extra measure of stimulation and power.

Little more than croaks escaped her wide-open mouth until her head slammed into his chest in response to the renewed assault. Then she yelped with every invasion of his powerfully throbbing erection. James grunted and growled like a beast until at last, an explosive, deep scream accompanied his eruption.

“Yes! Come in–” Amy cried, but a wave of her ongoing orgasm caused her to lurch and yelp, cutting off the rest.

James roared again and again – shocked by how hard he was coming. His hips bucked with every pulse of his cock flooding her with hot cum. It hadn’t been that long since the night before, but he was once again erupting with a strength that suggested days of no relief rather than hours.

Once again, they were as one – feeding off each other’s pleasure to reach new heights. He had no clue how he had ended up leaning against the counter when his reeling senses fitfully reasserted themselves. They were both huffing for breath and still twitching from the aftershocks of their orgasms. He could feel their mingled cum dribbling down his balls, and heard a drop splatter on the floor.

They disentangled as he grew sensitive, and Amy immediately leaned over the counter with a whimper of relief. It was all James could do to keep his legs under him. A moment of clarity hit him, and before he collapsed, he slid down the counter, and leaned his back against it.

It provided him with an amazing view of Amy with trails of cum dribbling down her legs before he closed his eyes and his head thumped against the side of the counter.