True to her word, my son's girlfriend put on a hell of a show for me last night. I've been a wreck all day replaying the sounds of them fucking in the room adjacent to ours, knowing that she knew I was listening.

Unlike Friday night, where she'd been a little reserved with stifled moans and murmurs, last night she was very vocal.

Very.

“Oh baby, do you like my little bare slit? Isn't it pretty? I shaved it all for you. God I love it when you lick it like that. So slippery. Yeah. Kiss it all the way up. That's right… right there, ooh. Yeah you love it when I ride your face don't you? When I grind on you and take what I need.”

What made it worse—or better—as I crouched alongside our bed where my sleeping wife lay, my ear pressed to the wall, rigid cock in my hand leaking pre-cum to the carpet, was that I knew the filthy minx was seducing two men with one performance. The fact the other party was my son ought to have given me pause. To regroup, steel and be the better man. Walk away. But then…

“Hold on a moment. Let me just—”

There was rustling followed by a surprised acknowledgement of whatever fate Molly had treated him to.

“There. Now you're all mine and you can't do a damn thing about it.”

More rustling. A sigh.

“Ohhh yeah. Lick me harder. That's it, shove your tongue in me. I'm gonna grind my clit over your nose li… like that, uhh. Bet you’re dying to grab these titties aren't you? Pinch them. Slap them. Squeeze these nipples just like this. Will you do that for me when I untie you?”

Any resistance I may have been considering evaporated. Having seen her naked in the bathroom yesterday, the scene was easy to picture: grinding her sweet, shaved pussy against his face, that mane of pink hair cascading down her back and swaying side to side with each gyration of her hips.

She'd threatened to tie his wrists to the headboard with her wet panties, so I presumed that's what she had done. For Aaron’s part, nothing but muffled snorts and desperate breaths escaped as she furiously rode him, her own gasps rising alongside.

“Yeah, that's it, baby. You're gonna make me cum. Such a good boy.”

I wasn't sure I fit into the good boy category, having been lured into helping her shave, but my dick didn't seem to care. It strained and swelled in my hand as I stroked and pinched the head to stem the urge to cum.

A pause in the action provided some relief but it was short-lived when her monologue resumed.

“Ohhh fuck. Lick your nasty girl back there. That’s it. Bet you want to fuck my arse, don't you? Slide your big dick in my tightest hole. Yeah. Gonna cum… gonna cummm…”

She let out a little shriek followed by a series of sharp gasps and I lost it, furiously pumping my shaft, tensing and spraying thick spurts onto my thigh. How Astrid didn't stir is anyone's guess.

As my breathing returned to normal, and they carried on next door, my son clearly released from her panty shackles and pounding her to oblivion, I grabbed some tissues from the bedside table and cleaned up enough that I could climb into bed and drift into a blissful sleep full of Molly.

She frollicked through my thoughts, in and out, but I don't remember specifics. Not until I was dozing as daylight began to bleed around the curtains. That dream was vivid.

We were in the park. She was sashaying ahead of me under the dappled shade and kept casting cheeky grins over her shoulder. Every now and again, she'd spin to face me, lift her pink T-shirt to flash her exquisite, braless boobs, giggle and turn around again, continuing the walk that showed off the metronomic movement of her underbutt in the tiny denim cutoffs.

At a junction in the path, she veered off and looked back to ensure I followed. Of course I did, through the denser trees, the leaves and twigs scuffing beneath our feet.

When we were some way off the main track, she paused by a huge oak, spun and stepped into my space. Her fingertips trailed down from my collarbone to toy with the button on my waistband. Popped it open and flicked her attention up as she lowered the zip.

With a coy bite of her lip, she slithered to her knees, continuing to gaze up at me as she freed my cock and nuzzled its heat with her cheek. She hummed, and kissed her way up and down the shaft, which firmed under her caresses. Her breath seemed so real, especially when she flicked out her tongue and sampled me, swirling the ridge around the flared tip of my circumcised length.

The vibrations of her sweet moans stiffened me further, the breeze ruffling stray strands of her dirty pink cascade and I tipped my head back to stare into the canopy of trees, slithered my hand to the back of her head and gently encouraged her exploration, sighing, “Ohh, Molly.”

She abruptly pulls away. “What was that?”

My brain lurches, pulse rocketing, eyes snapping open. Bedroom. Curtains. Astrid not alongside me.

Fuck.

Gingerly, I lift the duvet. Astrid’s breath tickles the head of my wet cock head. Even in the dim light I can tell she doesn't seem pleased. I swallow.

“Morning, honey.”

“I said, what was that?”

My mind spins. “Uhh, I said, Oh golly.”

“No you didn't. It's not the 1950s. And you're not old enough for a beige cardigan from Marks and Spencers. Wait, would you like one? Some moccasin slippers to go with it, and maybe a side order of what. The fuck. Was THAT?”

I say nothing. Surely silence is the best defence? That's what they do in the movies. Lawyer up and keep quiet. Except I don't know any lawyers.

Shit.

“Why are you thinking of her? Hmm?”

Keep quiet. Let her do the talking.

“Am I not everything you ever dreamed? To the exclusion of all others… till death do us part… remember that?”

I nod. Ambiguity. I could be acknowledging either question. Clever boy.

“I told you to handle it, Andrew. To be firm. But she's still parading around like Ben and Jerry’s on apple pie. And you falling for the act encourages her.”

Instead of speech, I stroke her cheek with the pad of my thumb. She bats my hand away. “And it is an act. I know the type. I'm a high school teacher, remember? Seen it all and dealt with the fallout.”

I'd like to say her admonition makes my cock wither but the closeness of her face to it, her breath playing across its surface has it still semi-erect. She breathes out and I stir. She flicks her attention briefly to it.

“I know you've not done anything with her yet. Trust me, I'll know.”

Surely ‘anything’ is subjective? I’ve stood next to her nakedness in the bathroom. Shaved her rear while she held it open. Fuxake, she even watched me cum all over my fist and jeans when she told me to, and I still have her lycra shorts laden with her juices stuffed down the back of my underwear drawer. I continue to say nothing.

“And if you do, Andrew Tanning, you are fucked. Hear me? Eff yew see kay fucked.”

I nod.

“Good.” She kisses the head of my bouncing cock. “You know what's good for you, don't you?”

I nod again.

“Good boy. After all, could that teen temptress do this?”

She parts her lips, places them over the very end of my shaft and I stiffen as she slithers down. Down. Doowwwn. Then pulls free with a sharply drawn breath. A strand of saliva snaps when she slurps.

My cock awakens fully, and I throw back the covers. The early morning sun peeking through the gap in the curtains illuminates the wetness coating my dick nearly all the way to the base.

Astrid eyes me. It. Me. “And I guarantee she won't be able to do this.”

Opening her mouth again, she places me at her entrance. Sweeps her tongue in a lazy hoop around the bulb and begins to descend, creeping downward inch by glorious inch, snorting as I reach the back of her mouth, not stopping even when I invade the entrance to her throat.

I groan. “Jesus, Astrid. You're incredible.”

Her huffed snorts tickle my pubes and she hauls away, drawing in breathy gasps. Her hand snakes to my glistening rod and she wanks it, the filthy wet schlick schlick filling the space between us. “Yes I am. And don't you ever forget it.”

“God. I won't. Ffuck.”

A smile flickers. “If you so much as touch her, I'll run you both through.” She mimes stabbing a sword through me. “Clear?”

I swallow. “Crystal.” Then raise an eyebrow. “But that’ll crush Aaron.”

She tuts. “And fucking his girlfriend won't?”

I blink. “Touché.”

She crawls away. Rises to all fours. Then sits up and eyes me. “I should make breakfast.”

“Oh. Right. Aren't you, umm, going to… finish what you started?”

Tilting her head fractionally, she appraises me. “No. It'll teach you a lesson.”

“Shit.”

She tips her head the other way. “Although if I leave you frustrated and horny, the slightest provocation from Miss Tiny Drawers will have you panting like a randy pup.”

Reaching out, she encases my hardness. Wanks me with one stroke. Then a second, the skin rippling over the rigidity within. I groan and she brings her other hand above the first. They fit stacked atop one another with a tiny bit of the tip protruding and she twists them in opposite directions then stoops to kiss and lick the pre-cum that forms.

She sits back up. Continues her double-handed torment. Sing-songs: “Hmmm, decisions decisions.”

“Please.”

Taking one hand away, she bends and swallows half my shaft. Sucks. Pops off the top and resumes using both hands to smear the saliva.

“God, Andrew Tanning. You're so weak sometimes. It's kind of adorable.” She fists my shaft then plunges her mouth to the base, gags and sits back up, wanking me slowly. “But that's what worries me. One flash of her body, one sniff of that teeny tiny pussy and you'll crumble.”

If only she knew. I think I've actually been rather restrained considering the incessant tormenting I've been subjected to.

“I'm stronger than you give me credit.”

She eyes me, amused. Lets go and climbs off the bed. I groan. “You're leaving?!” I regard my spit-soaked rod and realise she's proving a point. Exhaling, I plead with my eyes. “Fine. I'm weak in the presence of beauty. That's why I pursued you. Married you. Because you made my heart thump every time I saw you.” I eye her nakedness. “And still do.”

She folds her arms. “Talking your way out of a corner again?”

I offer a grin. “Actions speak louder than words. So get back here and suck my cock or I'll come over there and make you.”

Tipping her head, she grins. “Not if you can't catch me.”

She scampers away, around the bed, heading for the door, and I launch from under the covers, almost stumbling as my foot gets caught. But I scrabble free and manage to cut off her exit. She stops and we do nothing, just psyching one another out with tiny movements to see who'll break first. She darts one way then tries to run under my arm as I follow. I catch her wrist. Spin her around and slam her back against the door. My free hand slithers up her body, mauling a breast on the way and ends up circling her throat.

I grip and she goes limp as she submits. Guiding her to the floor by her neck, I grab my dick with the other hand and point it at her mouth. Wait for her to open up then drive inside.

Her head bangs the back of the door and she squeaks in surprise as I invade her throat. But she takes it all. Coughs and splutters and I haul free, dick soaked. Her eyes tell me everything and I pause, thrust, her lips splaying as I fill her throat again.

Astrid hums and moans around my embedded shaft. She's so very, very good, snorting and struggling but clearly loving the reversal. I tug free and let her recover, releasing her neck and wiping a stray tear from her cheek.

She eyes me, defiant but needy. I press the slick head of my knob to her lips and she swoops her tongue around it. Opens up.

“You're such a sexy little slut, Astrid Tanning.”

I take her air and she whimpers approval as I set up a pace, fucking her mouth and throat. The most delicious gurps and coughs fill the room and she adds to the allure of using her by dropping her hands behind her back.

As much as I adore the sentiment, I grit my teeth and snarl. “Cum with me.”

One hand flies to her front, diving between her legs and she grinds her clit. Groans surface, some escaping into the room, some muffled by my raging erection, its veins prominent, doused in saliva and strings of pre-cum.

A handful of thrusts later, I growl and haul out of her, jacking my shaft against her lips and cheek as the orgasm boils and erupts, ropes of thick spunk clinging to her face and open mouth as she gasps in her own rapturous release.

She's so fucking sexy decorated in my cum, a panting wanton mess. There's no way on earth Molly could ever compete, teenage body or not. I need to be stronger. Resist her teasing mannerisms; her little power games. Hold on to what I have, because what I have is so incredible.

As our breathing patterns return to normal, I help her up. Pass her a tissue to clean her face and then we kiss, holding one another as morning rolls in with the birdsong.

I stroke her hair. “Do you think Molly behaves like this all the time? I mean, he can't not notice. Is she just a natural flirt, or would she cheat on him?”

Astrid considers. “She's just out for kicks, not a homewrecker. I've seen her type. She’s the sort of girl who would send a picture of her tits to a guy, convince him to sext her back, then send his pic to her friends.”

“Mmm yeah, I guess. Maybe it's their thing and he encourages it?”

“Nah, not with his father!”

“True.”

“She just knows she's hot and gets off knowing that others do. That's all.” She pulls her head off my chest and fixes me a stare. “Stay strong and she'll seek entertainment elsewhere. Trust me.”

Yeah, the only wrinkle with that theory is that the minx has already told me she's only just started playing. And that she'll have me. Like it's a foregone conclusion. Like she knows I'll fold under her allure.

“You're so wise. I love you.”

“Love you too. Now, we really should get breakfast.”

So we do. I watch her dress then pull on a dressing gown and prep pancakes. The scent causes Aaron and Molly to surface. She's in just a short red tasseled skirt and white crop top, and I don't think she's wearing panties. If she is, it's only the tiniest thong.

During a brief moment when we're alone in the kitchen, she catches my eye. “Enjoy the show?”

I try to be non-committal. “Mmm.”

She smiles. “Mmm? Is that it? Really?” Whirling to the mugs cupboard, she opens it and reaches up to the top shelf. Her bare bottom slips into view and is as exquisite as ever. I need to bite it. Mark it. And she's definitely sans underwear.

Fuck. Be strong. Resist.

The vista is covered and she turns back to face me. “Oh, by the way, can I have my shorts back? Otherwise I'll have to prance around like this all day. You wouldn't want that, would you? It might cause…” she lowers her gaze to my member stirring against the towelling of the robe, “problems.”

I open my mouth. Close it as she takes a step towards me.

“I know you have them. I left them right there on the edge of the washing basket.”

She takes another step. “Did they smell good?” Another step. A whisper. “Did they taste good?”

“Molly…”

“Yes, Andrew?”

“Don't.” 

“Don't what?”

“You know.” 

She twirls a lock of pink by her temple. “How about after breakfast? I'll meet you upstairs.” 

“No. I'll drop them in your room.”

An impish grin surfaces, spreading the freckles on her upper cheeks. “Are you trying to resist me? That's so cute.”

“I can't keep playing your games.”

“No, of course not. I get it. Your wife will be delighted to know you have my cum-stained shorts… let me guess… stuffed in your pants drawer, right?”

I clench my fists by my sides. “And Aaron will be delighted to know how his cutie pie girlfriend behaves when he's not around.”

She lets out a sharp laugh. “You think he doesn't know he's dating a nymph?”

I can't tell if she’s bluffing. Stare her down. She doesn't flinch.

“He loves when I flirt. He likes the idea of me parading in front of people and that he's the only one who can have me.”

“That's a dangerous game. What if one of them…” I swallow, “snaps?”

The corners of her mouth upturn. “Then I'll tell him all about it while we fuck.”

I whistle. “Jesus. Even me?”

She takes one more step in. Seems to love being close enough to share body heat. “I don't think he'd be surprised.” The delicate spritz of her perfume carries across the crackling air between us. “You don't get it, do you? The power is a drug. Knowing I can have anyone I want if I apply—” She trails fingertips beneath the flap of the dressing gown and across my thigh towards my groin. Dusts my firming cock, cups me and gives a gentle squeeze. “Just the right pressure. It's such a rush.”

“You're crazy.”

Her gaze swings up to mine. “Your room. After breakfast.”

With that, she lets go and sashays away. Just before she disappears from view into the diner, she lifts one edge of her skirt to flash half of her exquisite behind.

Breakfast is difficult. Molly...