Like father, like son... (closed for MidnightBliss)

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"Hurry up, Tom; Jake and his girlfriend will be here soon," Gloria called from the back door. "You need to clean up--you can't impress her looking like that!"

"What's wrong with the way I look?" he called back. He was busy cutting up a dead limb that had fallen from one of the trees in the backyard during last night's storm. "If she can't handle a guy in work clothes, she's not fit for my son!" he joked, but she was already gone. Probably fussing over the table arrangement, Tom thought amusedly. He knew his wife--she would want everything to be just perfect for their first meeting with Jake's new girlfriend.

He stood and stretched his back; nothing like a little outdoor work to make a man feel alive. The flannel shirt was sticking to his chest and back from his exertions, and the saw in his hand (a handsaw, thank you--he'd never felt comfortable around chainsaws) felt good, real good. It reminded him of his days on the farm, clearing brush in the chill Autumn air and going back to the house after a good day's work to have a hot meal and a cold beer with his father...

Well, there was still some work to be done, here, and it wouldn't do itself. If Jake's girlfriend was put off by it, that fell under the heading of Too Bad. It's not like I'm dating her, after all... That was Jake's department to worry about. But if he knew Jake, the boy would be oblivious to the finer points of etiquette...
 
Regina held Jake's hand as he pulled into the driveway of his parents' place. She looked over at him with a nervous smile. Her long strawberry blonde hair was pulled out of her face with a sheer ribbon like a headband but other then that it draped over her back and shoulders, the ends curled slightly, a thing that no matter how hard she tried to keep from happening just did so naturally. Her bright blue eyes were covered with sunglasses and although her skin was almost perfect the remnants of a hickey showed up on her pale skin. She had smacked Jake playfully for it when she noticed the mark this morning.

" God, I'm so nervous because..what if they don't like me baby? Or what if they judge me because of the mark you left on my skin? " she giggled softly as Jake looked at her and winked. He grabbed her hand and kissed it softly before getting out of the car and walking around to open her door. She smiled at him as she took the offered hand and got out. She smoothed out her knee length black dress and followed him hand in hand to the door. Her heart was pounding in her chest as Jake opened the door and called out for his parents.

As a woman entered the main hall of the house Jake let go of Regina's hand and hugged the woman tightly. He whispered something and then turned back to Regina. Regina smiled and offered her hand to the woman...

"Hi... I'm Regina...it's so great to meet you, Jake talks about you and his dad all the time. You've raised such a wonderful man. I count myself lucky to be in his life."

Regina smiled again hoping to God that Jake's mother couldn't hear the pounding of her heart as she prayed that she was giving a good first impression.
 
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Tom heard the car drive up as he was putting the saw away. Tomorrow he'd get out the ax and finish splitting the wood he'd left in sixteen-inch (more or less) sections on the lawn. Wiping the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, he walked around the side of the house to see Jake's car sitting in the drive. The front door was open, still, so he walked up the front steps and across the porch, approaching the newly-arrived couple from behind.

He could see Jake and Gloria hugging in the foyer, and--whoa! He stopped in his tracks. Standing next to Jake was one of the lovliest shapes he'd seen in years, encased in a modest knee-length black dress with a veritable waterfall of golden hair cascading down her back. Neither the dress nor the hair was sufficient to disguise the rounded woman-shape underneath them, however, and despite himself he felt his pulse quicken a little.

Hey! Asshole! the gruff voice in his head accosted him. That's your son's girlfriend! Show some respect! And it was right. This young lady belonged in all ways that were important to his son, that strapping young man with his arms around his wife. I hear what you're saying, he answered the voice. But there's no harm in looking, is there?

He stepped up behind the vision and grinned over her head at Jake. "Welcome home, Prodigal Son!" The young woman turned, startled at the warm baritone voice behind her. He dropped his eyes to her face--which was equally lovely as her rear view had been--and looked into a pair of eyes as blue snd clear as the Mediterranean on a cloudless day. He stuck out his hand.

"Hi, I'm Tom, Jake's father--or so his mother swears. Welcome to my home."
 
Regina spun around at the sound of the voice behind her, jumping slightly as she did. She looked up at him with a bright smile and took his offered hand she couldn't help but let out a soft laugh at his words.

"well Hi there, I'm Regina, your son's girlfriend and thanks for the welcome."

She took her hand from him as her inner voice was screaming.. *My god his father is so sexy but jake looks more like his mom* She took a step back and turned towards Jake, running her hand through her hair slowly noticing he was still whispering with his mother. She cleared her throat slightly and smiled at him.

"Baby, I hate to interrupt your conversation but it was a long drive and I need to use the restroom.. Could you tell me where it is?"

Jake smiled at his mom and then shook his dad's hand before grabbing Regina's and leading her to the bathroom. He placed a soft kiss on her cheek and said he was going to go get their bags from the car. that when she came out to just meet him in the back yard. She smiled and nodded her head going into the bathroom and closing the door. She leaned against the door and closed her eyes.

This was going to be a long weekend. She couldn't help herself as her thoughts went back to the sound of his voice and the way he towered over her, covered in sweat, presumably from doing yard work. He even had a manly smell to him which she loved. She felt her face heat up with a blush and shook her head * I have got to stop thinking about that man. its not right* a voice in her head reminded her... but then she had another thought.. * whats the harm in looking, its not like anything will happen*

She flushed the toilet to make it seem like she had gone and then walked to the sink, washed her hands and splashed her face a little. She looked in the mirror and instantly her eyes fell to the mark on her neck that Jake left. it seemed more noticeable then she had first thought.. Maybe that was why his mom seemed a little upset. She shrugged her shoulders. Fluffed her hair a bit so it feel over the imposing mark and then headed towards the back yard. She stopped in her tracks Seeing Jake's dad standing there with his son. She bit her lip admiring the man that made her stomach tighten in a very good but a very bad way.
 
"And speaking of good form..." Tom was saying, "you know, it's not my place to say anything, but I think it's bad form to leave a hickey on a girl's neck, especially when you're planning on bringing her home to meet your mother. You're not sixteen anymore, you know. You're in college. It's time to grow up, some." He cocked one eyebrow at his son.

Despite being nineteen Jake sometimes seemed like he was still twelve. He'd always had a loose grasp of context; Tom remembered vividly the time when Jake, at fourteen, had called his older brother a "fucking asshole" at dinner one night, in front of Gloria. Tom had risen, grabbed him by the arm, and hauled him out the door into the yard, where he'd proceeded to dress him down thoroughly. "I don't care what you call your friends, or how you talk when you're away from here; that's not my business. But you will NOT talk that way at my DINNER TABLE, in front of your MOTHER!"

He'd been sorry, of course; he was always sorry afterwards, but somehow that never translated into thinking before so he didn't have to be sorry...

Jake ducked his head and smiled, "Yeah, well, you know..." he said. And Tom did know. He'd joined the Navy right after high school, and it opened a world of experiences he'd never imagined on the farm, especially where women were concerned. Still, the boy needed to learn to think ahead one of these days, and be more aware of other people's sensibilities.

"So, what do you think of her?" Jake asked eagerly, looking up again. "She's pretty, isn't she?"

Tom ran his big farmer's hand through his close-cropped beard for a moment. "Yeah, she's pretty enough, and she has a great smile." He remembered only too well that smile, and the cornflower blue eyes above it. "But as for the rest...well, we'll see." I hope she's got a head on her shoulders, he thought. Not like some of the other vacuous bimbos Jake had brought to the house in the years since he'd been dating. Now, that's uncharitable, the voice in his head chided. And it was right. But still...

Jake looked back at the house. "Oh, hey, baby! Come on out!" he called, and Tom turned to watch Regina descend the steps. She certainly is nicely put together, he thought. He had to give Jake that much--he always managed to find the pretty ones.
 
Regina smiled as she headed towards the guys. She was at the bottom step going into the yard when a cat ran beneath her feet and she slipped managing to twist her ankle while not trying to land on the damn thing. She scrunched her nose as she sat in the grass her dress pushed high up her thighs,.showing way more then she would have ever done on her own. She let out a soft cuss..well in her mind it was... "dang "

She blushed as she caught Jake's stare as he eyed her up while she sat there looking silly as far as she was concerned.The only thing that upset her was the fact that he just stood there gawking instead of coming over to help her up. She lifted herself gingerly off the ground, wincing slightly as she pressed on her ankle. She smoothed out her dress and let out a soft sigh.

"I didn't know you had a cat. I guess I will have to watch where I walk those things don't ever seem to like me all that much. So what were you guys talking about if you don't mind me prying of course? "

She slowly make her way over to them careful not to irritate her now throbbing ankle any more then it was and leaned gently against Jake. She lightly punched his shoulder playfully and then kissed his cheek and spoke softly.

"Next time instead of staring up my dress Maybe try to help me out. "
 
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Tom saw her stumble and fall, of course; he and Jake were standing next to each other, after all. He had stifled the impulse to go to her aid, expecting Jake to do so and not wanting to upstage his son. But the longer they stood there, the more incredulous he grew. Instead of going over to see if she was hurt, or help her up, Jake stood rooted where he was, staring up Regina's dress.

Not that there wasn't anything good to stare at, mind you...the creamy expanse of young, smooth thigh revealed by the fall captivated Tom, too. Still, that was no excuse; he was sure Jake had seen it before, and more...he should have stepped up.

Just about the time that Tom disgustedly decided that he would have to step in, Regina started to rise on her own. As she did, the top of her dress gapped, revealing a quick flash of deep cleavage that made Tom's pecker give a sudden twitch. It was totally involuntary; it probably would have happened no matter whose tits he got a glimpse of. Still, he felt vaguely embarrassed; this was Jake's girl, he reminded himself.

As she limped over to them, he finally tore his gaze from that lovely form and fixed a glare on Jake, who was oblivious to it. When she reached them and leaned on his son, she actually gave him a kiss, instead of slapping him for his inconsideration.

So what were you guys talking about if you don't mind me prying of course?

Tom looked away from Jake and smiled at Regina. "I was just telling Jake, here, about my plans for the yard next summer. I've always wanted a little gazebo, someplace to sit and watch the sunset and listen to the birds and all. Right over there..." he pointed, "I'm going to put in a drainage pipe; the water always pools at this end of the slope..." and he continued on, explaining what he wanted to do. But in the back of his mind an afterimage drifted, an image of creamy thighs sitting in the grass, and deep cleavage behind the top of a black dress...
 
Regina listened to Tom as he explained his plans at one point she could have swore she saw him glance at her chest but she wrote it off as her mind playing tricks on her. As they stood in the backyard she felt Jake slid his hand from the middle of her back down to her ass. She turned her head to look at him her bright blue eyes widening slightly.

"Baby, um, hands either on my back or off. Get some manners" she shook her head slightly unable to believe how Jake was acting in front of his father. She hoped when she took him home with her he wouldn't be so handsy. She turned her attention back to Tom and blushed slightly as he had stopped talking and was now watching her and Jake. She was pretty sure that by the end of the night his parents would think she was a slut.

She let out a tiny sigh causing her more then ample chest to heave and in turn the dress to lift slightly along her thighs. She was definitely regretting the dress now. She would have worn pants but she thought a dress was more appropriate She couldn't have been more wrong the proof was in the fall from the step where her Oh so sweet boyfriend gaped instead of helping. The more she thought about the incident the more she realized that Tom did the same thing...hmmm.. she wondered if she was having the same effect on him as he was having on her. At that moment she couldn't help but look down at Tom's crotch, she bit her lip as she noticed that there was a bit of a bulge.. she wondered if it was always that defined or if her little spill caused a stiring.. she quickly moved her eyes up his body and when she caught the look in his eyes she figured she was just caught eyeing him.

She swallowed and flicked her tongue out over her lips slowly hoping she wasn't caught.
 
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Tom looked over at the couple only to see his son palming Regina's ass. No sense of time or place, that boy... She said something to Jake, something too low for Tom to hear, but Jake's hand moved back up. Hmm... Well, at least the girl has some sense.

She sighed, then, and he couldn't help watching her tits swell and subside at the movement. They were round, and firm, and the fabric of the dress stretched over them invitingly...and was that a little pokey action going on, there? Were her nipples stiffening, a little?

Mr. Stiffy twitched again, hardening even more. Whoa! Down, boy...that's not yours. Have some manners. It was probably the result of Jake stroking her ass cheeks. But still those hints of bumps pulled at his eyes like magnets...Then something happened that made Mr. Stiffy come to full attention: Regina glanced down at his, Tom's, crotch.

Dude!! She just checked out your package!! No, no...he must be mistaken...But her face flushed a little, he noticed, and when she looked back up and met his eyes, she slowly licked her lips, keeping eye contact the whole time...

"Uh, I better go inside and see if your mother needs me to do anything," Tom said lamely, looking away. He knew he was blushing a little, himself; he could feel his face get warm. Pointedly looking somewhere, anywhere else but at her tits, he walked back into the house, leaving the two young ones in the yard.

As he came through the back door into the kitchen, Gloria was doing something at the stove. He moved up behind her, planted a kiss on the back of her neck, and reached around with one hand to cup her breast through her dress, moving the other one down to palm her ass briefly. "Mmm...someone's feeling frisky," she murmured, not stopping what she was doing. "What brings this on? Not that I'm objecting, mind you..."

"Nothing in particular," he answered into her hair. "You just look so gorgeous, I couldn't help myself..."

He couldn't tell her the real reason: I just copped a huge woody looking at Jake's girlfriend's tits, and I want to feel her up, bad, which can't happen, but I'm so hot and horny right now I need to feel some woman-flesh, and you happen to be standing here, and I know that feeling you up is okay, so I am.

No, that definitely would not be the thing to say.
 
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Regina looked at Jake after his dad walked away. She scowled at him slightly and then smiled and stepped in closer, pressing her body to his. She kissed him deeply, slipping her tongue between his lips and moving her hands to his hips. She felt him wrap his arms around her and move his hands back to her ass and squeeze, she let out a soft giggle and pulled back from him, looking up into his eyes.

"Baby, I know you are used to touching whenever you want but not in front of your parents ok. The last thing we need for them to think is that I am like one of your other bimbo girlfriends."

Jake simply nodded his head and started kissing her neck, making her skin rise in goosebumps. She was already turned on by looking at his father, not that she would ever tell him that. She traced her fingertips along the back of his neck and then pulled away and grabbed his hand. She looked around the yard for a minute and spotted the shed at the edge of the house. She smiled at him at tilted her head towards it.

He smiled at her and whispered. "Now you're talking baby, come on." With that they walked through the yard and once behind the shed, Jake pushed her against the wall, grabbed her thigh and wrapped her leg around his waist. He leaned in close and kissed her neck as his fingers slipped under her skirt and moved her black lace panties aside, shoving a finger into her.

Regina let out a soft moan and then pressed her lips to his ear and kissed and licked softly as she moved her hips to meet his thrusting finger. She whispered softly " If you don't take me now baby, I am not sure when we will have another chance this weekend. Your mom seems to have lots of plans for you." with that said Jake nodded again, undid his jeans, pushed her panties aside and slammed into her at the same moment that he kissed her to hide her moan.
 
Tom continued rubbing Gloria's breast through her dress for a moment, then dropped that hand to her waist. "So, what do you need me to do?" he asked conversationally. "Anything?"

"No, not at the moment," she answered. "I've pretty much gotten dinner together, so nothing." She turned, finally finished with what she'd been doing, and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Kiss me," she whispered huskily.

He did, a slow, sensuous, passionate kiss, tongues playing hide-and-seek in and out of each other's mouths. She molded herself against him as his arms encircled her waist, pulling her in tight. Long, long moments passed as they stood lip-locked, enjoying the yielding flesh of each other's lips and mouths. She rubbed slowly back and forth across his front. "Ummm...someone's horny..." she broke the kiss to say, dropping her hand to caress the prominent bulge in the front of his jeans. "We'll have to do something about that, later. I'd love for you to take me now, here, in the kitchen, leaning over the counter while you plow me from behind..." Her words only served to make him harder, as she knew they would, her fingers running lightly from base to tip of his erection.

"But...we can't be seen fucking in the kitchen by the kids, you know, so you'll just have to wait," she finished with a smile, and moved out of his embrace.

Tom was nearly beside himself with lust, and the sudden loss of her warm, willing body against his was a huge letdown. But he had a promise for later--Gloria wasn't the kind to tease and then not follow through--and it would have to do, for now. "I just have a few things I have to put back in the shed," he said, and went back out the door into the yard.

Damn! he thought. His boner was almost painful, straining against the confines of his jeans. He stopped to adjust himself to a less uncomfortable position, seeing that the kids weren't in the back anymore. Probably went around to the front to get the luggage... he thought as he gathered up the few tools he'd left from cutting up the tree limb.

As he carried the things towards the shed, he heard sounds issuing from behind it. No, it can't be... he thought, but he knew damned well what it was--it was the sound of two people fucking standing up against a wall. He'd heard it often during his days in the Navy, in the alleys of Naples and Barcelona when on leave. Sailors and hookers, in the deeply recessed entryways of shops, or in dark alleys, or in any corner or recess out of the glare of the public eye. Jake is fucking that girl behind the shed.

He stood rooted, mesmerized. In his mind the image sprang, unbidden: her creamy thigh wrapped around his ass, his pants down to his knees or ankles, her gorgeous tits straining against the fabric of her dress...in his mind, her head was thrown back, eyes closed, panting, as Jake slammed into her over and over and over...Without realizing it, his hand started rubbing his boner through his pants. Faster and faster it moved, as he listened, rapt, to the sounds of hot lust being serviced.

Suddenly it was too much, his arousal, his hand, the sounds of sex; he came. Hard. Right in his pants. The orgasm ran through him like a lightning bolt, making his breath leave in a whumph! as he froze in place, unable to move until the crest was past. Then it was done, and he straightened, aware of the world again.

Jesus! That hasn't happened in years... he thought, feeling the sticky wetness of his sperm spreading and cooling in his underwear. He was abashed, embarrassed, even though there was no one to witness or know what he'd done. She's just too damned HOT, his mind told him. He'd have to be very careful around her from now on. It was going to be a long, difficult weekend...

He hurried away from the shed, around the side of the house to the front. He'd have to change his clothes before dinner; he knew that after there'd be no time, and then he'd be in the bedroom with Gloria, who was expecting a good showing from him after the scene in the kitchen. She would be curious as to why his shorts were already wet, and he wouldn't have a good explanation.

He went through the front and up the stairs, the image of Regina pushed against the wall of the shed with a hard dick sliding in and out of her and her loving it still burned in his mind.
 
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Regina gasped as Jake got rougher, slamming her harder into the wall of the shed. It must have had to do with being home and the possibility of one of his parents catching them because he had never been this rough before, not that shewas complaining mind you, she had begged him numerous times to let go with her. She tightened her legs around his hips moving her body with his as he continued to slam harder and deeper into her. She grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled him into a passionate kiss, hiding her loud moans of pleasure. Her body was trembling with excitement as her orgasm built inside her.

She opened her eyes to look into Jake's but instead of seeing him, it was the face of his father that she saw. She moved her hands down Jake's back but only it wasn't Jake... everything from the lips now circling her nipple through her dress to the hard shaft being slammed into her core over and over....didn't belong to her boyfriend but to Tom...she leaned her head back against the shed and closed her eyes tightly, biting into her lip to stiffle the scream that threatened to erupt from her lips.

Her body quivered violently in the arms of the man that slammed harder and faster into her then she had ever felt before and unable to hold herself back any longer she placed her hands on each sided H's face and pulled him into the most passionate kiss she had ever experienced as her orgasm tore through her body, crashing over her in wave after wave of pleasure.

After a few minutes Jake and Regina pulled apart a smile on each of their faces. Jake leaned in and kisses Regina softly one more time then whispered to her. "That was amazing baby...we will have to find time to do that again later tonight."

Regina just smiled at him and fixed her dress. She nodded her head thinking to herself that if imagining herself with Tom was like that then Maybe she needed to find a way to experience the real thing. She shook that thought from her head and followed Jake into the house, their fingers intertwined as he kissed her knuckles softly
 
Tom was just coming back downstairs as Jake and Regina walked into the house. He pointedly avoided looking at her, though he did glance long enough to notice her dress was rumpled and her hair messed up. And the slight flush in her cheeks. It was enough to get him stirring again down below, and the picture of her against a wall with a hard cock ramming home sprang into his mind again, only this time it wasn't Jake thrusting and pounding her, it was himself.

Damn! He was getting hard again, and he'd just cum not ten minutes ago...

He smiled at Jake and went over to where Gloria was just getting things from the stove to the table, again offering to help. She waved him off, so he sat down. Everyone else took their places, and the dinner proceeded normally.

Gloria was full of questions for Jake about How is school going? and Have you made any friends? and Have you decided to try out for track? And so on. There were also questions about how Jake and Regina met, and what Regina was into, what she was studying, and so on.

Tom sat through it all, listening, occasionally commenting, and trying hard not to stare at Regina's tits. But it was difficult; there was something about the young woman that just got to him. He hadn't been this shy around a girl in literally decades, and he didn't understand why. Well, he did understand, but he ignored that knowledge as best he could.

When dinner was finished and they were sitting over coffee--one of Gloria's favorite rituals, the after-dinner coffee--his wife started detailing the things she wanted Jake to do while he was home. "...and we need to go buy some new Christmas lights; the old ones have too many burned out bulbs. I'm going to get all new ones, those little LED type, and throw the old ones away. I'd like you to come with me; you always enjoyed shopping for Christmas decorations," she finished. Turning to Regina, she added, "And of course you're welcome to come along, too, dear. Tom won't go with me; he says he has too much to do around here and doesn't want to take the time."

Jake glanced at his dad, smiling. "You always did hate shopping, didn't you?" Turning back to his mother, he said, "Sure, mom. I'd be glad to go with you. When were you thinking of going?"

"Well, there's a sale on at Grimby's right now. I was thinking maybe we could go tomorrow? Early? If that's okay with you," Gloria said. "Sure, that's fine," Jake answered. Turning to Regina, he asked, "Would you want to come along? Or would you rather stay here and just relax? It can get pretty hectic at Grimby's this time of year."
 
Regina listened to the conversation and answered all the questions that Gloria asked her. She told her about majoring in Health Care Management and hard she worked to keep her GPA at a 3.5 or above. How she met Jake through his tutor request on the bulletin board at the campus coffee house. She was,and she blushed when she admitted this, an anatomy tutor for the last 2 years.

Jake smiled and grabbed her hand, bringing it to his lip to kiss softly. He looked between his mom and dad, beaming with pride because he actually managed to get a smart girl this time. Regina smiled at him as she sipped the coffee in front of her. She cringed slightly at the talk of going shopping , that was one thing she really did not like to do whatsoever and Jake knew it.

She sat for a moment and contemplated what to say regarding the shopping trip on the one side she might be able to get some of her term paper done without Jake all over her but then on the flip side of that Maybe she could get to know Tom a little more...Maybe get over this infatuation with him...but then it could very well get worse. She wasn't sure what to do.

"Actually I do have a paper I could work on, I'm not much of a fan of shopping myself. If you don't mind me staying here Gloria, that would really help me out. Your son likes to steal my attention when I try to do work around him"

Regina smiled sweetly at Jake and winked and in response he just laughed.
 
When the talk finally broke up and the dishes cleared away, Gloria said, "Leave them until morning; I'm tired." And kissed her husband and son, hugged Regina, welcoming her once again to their home, and went upstairs.

Tom helped bring in luggage and haul it upstairs to the bedrooms--plural. He had insisted with Jake that they not sleep in the same room, to spare his mother's sensibilities. "It's not that she or I think you're not sexually active, Jake, but you're only nineteen, and it's hard for a mother to think of her son as a grown man. So please? As a favor to me?" Jake had been a little disappointed, but had agreed. He didn't know what Regina thought of it, but...Well, my house, my rules. It's just that simple.

He saw them settled into their respective rooms--Regina had Todd's old room, Jake's older brother--made sure she knew where the bathroom was, and that fresh towels were out and ready. Then he went back down, got a beer from the fridge, and went out to sit on the front porch and watch the sun set. After a while Jake came out to join him, leaving Regina to amuse herself inside while they had "guy talk".

They sat comfortably, talking about the local sports teams, and the millage that had just passed for the new library, and all the other small topics that make up a normal father-son talk. While they sat, Tom looked Jake over quietly. He was growing into quite a good-looking young man, and he seemed to have a half-way decent head on his shoulders, even if his lack of sense of place and time didn't seem to have changed, much. But then, some men never did learn; he'd known men in their thirties in service who had no more appreciation for context than Jake seemed to have.

All in all, Tom was satisfied with the job they'd done with their younger son.

When full dark had settled in, he got up, wished Jake a good night, and went inside. On his way to the stairs he wished Regina a good night where she sat looking at a magazine, and mounted the steps.

He opened the door to their bedroom quietly, thinking maybe Gloria was already asleep and not wanting to disturb her. But then he heard a soft voice from the bed, where she lay on her stomach under the covers. "Is that a horny man sneaking into my boudoir? How utterly scandalous..." And he knew she was awake, and hadn't forgotten the episode in the kitchen earlier.

To tell the truth, he hadn't forgotten, either, and he stiffened as he looked down on the woman he'd loved for decades, still able to arouse him after all these years. "Shhh..." he said, sitting on the edge of the bed. "There's no one here, just the sandman...nobody hot and hard and wanting to plow you like a spring field, oh, no..." He leaned over and began kissing the back of her neck as he slowly pulled the covers down, revealing a slinky, satiny nightgown that she must have chosen tonight just for him...
 
Regina smiled at Tom as he made his way up the stairs to his bedroom. She waited a little while before she headed outside to join Jake on the deck. His original plan had been to go outside and talk to his dad about the sleeping arrangements but Regina had talked him out of it, promising that when they got home after the weekend that she would make it up to him. The one thing that Jake had neglected to tell his parents was that he had moved in with Regina two months ago after a fight with his RA had gotten him kicked out of the dorms.

Regina walked over to him and giggled when he pulled her into his lap and started kissing her neck. She turned in his lap slipping one leg on each side of his and dropped her mouth to meet his. During their kiss Jake moved his hands all over her body, eventually managing to get her breasts out of her dress into the cool night air. He dipped his head down and took each nipple into his mouth one at a time. Laving them with attention and moving his hand up her dress and over her thighs.

After a very hot make out session on the deck Jake looked up at Regina and lifted her out of his lap, putting her on her feet in front of him. He stood up, grabbed her hand and guided her up the stairs to his room, putting a finger to his lips to let her know she had to be quiet. She nodded her head and followed him into his room. She walked over to the bed and sat down looking at him. She really didn't want to break his parents' rules and bit her lip as she watched him undress. When he got his shirt off he came over to her and pushed her gently back onto his bed, covering her mouth with his before she could say a word.

Before she knew it Jake had her undressed and was thrusting into her as quietly as possible. His mouth locking hers ina deep kiss so they wwouldn't be heard even though she was pretty sure that if his parents were still awake they would be able to hear the headboard hitting against the wall. Regina kept as quiet as she possibly could as Jake made her cum twice more before kissing her goodnight and walking her back to the room she was supposed to sleep in. She shut the door and headed towards the bed, stripping out of everything and crawling into bed to sleep.

As Regina drifted off to sleep she swore she saw a shadow standing outside the door. She shrugged thinking it was probably Jake thinking about crawling into bed with her and then changing his mind. She snuggled up under the blankets and fell asleep. You would think she would be dreaming about the amazing sex her and Jake had earlier in the day but the truth was, her dreams were plagued by Tom and wishing he was the one inside her.
 
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Tom slowly slid the nightgown off of Gloria's shoulder, tracing little kisses along the line of her neck and down to her shoulder joint. At the same time he was working at his belt and pants with the other hand. She heard him, and murmured, "Oh, no...I think I'm about to be ravished, right here in my own bed. What will my husband think?"

Tom played along. "He's outside, on the porch; he'll never know I was here." His pants were freed and dropped to the floor; he kicked his feet out of them, and climbed on the bed, kneeling between her legs, which she parted to make room for him. He shimmied the nightgown up over her rounded ass, exposing the delightful cleft of her ass and the dark mystery that lay between her cheeks. He massaged it for a moment, getting his hand good and lubed with the pussy juice already leaking from her slit, and rubbed that lubricant on the tip of his fully-erect cock.

When he was ready, he placed the tip between her legs and slowly ran it up and down her labia, easing slowly forward until the bulbous mushroom tip parted her outer lips and slid along the delicate flutes of her inner petals. "Mmmm..." she mouthed, and raised her hips slightly so the tip would glide along her clit with each pass.

Tom reached forward and snagged a free pillow and shoved it under her hips, raising them farther. With her ass now a good eight inches in the air, he slowly eased forward, parting the inner lips and pushing into the dark, wet canal of her vagina.

As the tip entered, she bit down on the pillow she was hugging to keep from moaning out loud. He stayed there for just a moment, teasing, then with a sudden thrust he buried himself to the balls deep, deep inside her. He knew he'd found her G-spot when she bucked a little, squirming. With slow, easy motions of his hips he began thrusting, pulling back until he was almost out, then ramming forward again hard and fast. Out slow, in fast...out slow, in fast. It was the rhythm that over the years he'd determined she liked best.

Gradually he increased the pace, moving faster, ramming in harder and deeper. He couldn't go as deep as true doggy, but she loved this position; it seemed to hit all the right spots. He knew her orgasm was approaching when her thighs started to tremble--not long, now...

And then she bucked, wildly, burying her face in the pillow to muffle the little shriek she always gave when she came. He'd been holding back himself, wanting to make sure she reached her peak, and the feel of her muscles clenching around his swollen cock was the signal that it was okay for him to let go. He pushed once, twice, then held himself deep inside her as he released, clenching her ass cheeks hard as he emptied himself deep inside her. His head went back and his eyes closed as the sharp, warm waves of pleasure broke over him, filling all his senses.

Then he was past, spent. He leaned down across her back, kissing her sweetly along her back and neck. "Oh, my husband is going to be mad when he finds out," she whispered, still playing. He whispered back in her ear, "Finds out about what? Nothing happened. I was never here. You just imagined it in a dream, a wonderful, sexy, dream..." He kissed her ear, and rolled to the side, pulling out with a soft 'plop". For long minutes he lay beside her, stroking her back and shoulders, until her breathing deepened and slowed. She was asleep.

Still he lay, awake, troubled. He would never tell Gloria that the face he saw when he came, the pussy he imagined he was filing up with his cum, was not hers, but Regina's. In the past, when he'd been aroused by another woman, he had simply fantasized that the woman he was fucking was that woman, not his wife, and when his orgasm was past he was more or less over the other woman. Her hold on him was broken, and he could go about his life normally.

But that hadn't happened this time. This time he was still lying here, awake, all too aware that the young piece he'd been lusting for was just down the hall, behind a door...

He got up silently and padded to the bedroom door, opening it silently, and moved slowly down the hallway to Todd's old room where she was sleeping. Evidently she was a restless sleeper, because she was turning in her bed. He watched her through the door, which was slightly ajar, for long minutes. She looked so sweet, her form outlined by the blanket and her hair spread out in a red-gold fan across the pillow.

After a while he made his way quietly back to his own room and lay down again next to Gloria, who rolled over in her sleep and threw her arm across his chest, burrowing her head into his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close, and thought: It's going to be a long, difficult weekend. A long weekend, for sure...
 
Regina laid in bed looking at the ceiling... she had such a difficult time sleeping last night which isn't normal for her. She can usually sleep anywhere. Jake had come in to wake her about an hour ago just to let her know what time he and his mom would be leaving. After a very quick and quiet round of playing on the bed he left the room to shower and she had still been laying in bed when she heard the car start and pull away. After deciding not to stay in bed any longer she got up, threw a long T-shirt over her head and went downstairs to get some coffee.

She leaned on the counter as she waited for the coffee to brew yawning as she looked out the back window. She hadn't heard any movement in the house since she got out of bed so she figured Jake's dad was probably out or something. She leaned her head in her hand and sighed. She had to get that man out of her thoughts. As she stood there it didn't even occur to her to double check that she was in fact alone right now. She had thrown the shirt on when she got out of bed but was still naked underneath of it and if Jake's dad was there or had walked up behind her he would have gotten one hell of an eyeful.

After a few more minutes of standing there she straightened up and fixed her coffee. She thought about going back to the room she was in and getting dressed but she really couldn't be bothered at the moment. So instead she continued to stare out the window, getting lost in her day dream of Tom coming up behind her, pinning her to the counter and having his way with her. She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't even realize it when she started rubbing her nipple through her shirt and softly moaning.
 
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Tom came up from his basement workshop, the new window-box in his hands, and stopped dead in his tracks just as his head cleared the top of the stairs that led into the kitchen. Regina was standing at the counter, moaning, eyes closed, one hand busily working at a nipple poking up from the thigh-length t-shirt she was wearing. She was obviously wearing neither bra nor panties under it, as was obvious by the light from the kitchen window that fell just right to outline her lush curves through the thin fabric.

She was a vision: mortal sin, made manifest in flesh. He was utterly transfixed. He couldn't breathe as he watched, paralyzed; his cock sprang to instant, turgid life, stiffening so fast it actually ached from the inrush of blood.

Without tearing his gaze away, he set the window box down on its end on the tread below him, and heeled off his shoes. Stocking-footed, he crept the rest of the way up the stairs, slowly approaching the moaning and gasping girl like a moth that is being drawn to its death in the flame, aware of its doom but helpless to resist it.
 
Regina didn't have any clue of her surrondings, the only thing she was fixed on at that moment was the fact that she needed to cum and badly. Slipping her other hand between her thighs she bent forward over the counter and started to rub a finger slowly over her swollen lips, each time the tip of her finger brushed that engorged nub of nerves she moaned a little more. Her fingers at her nipple pinched and twisted through the fabric and all she could think about was how much she wished it was Tom. The quicker her hands moved the closer she was to cumming.

Regina had no idea where Tom was let alone the fact that he was creeping up behind her. She finally slipped her finger inside her lips and started pumping it in and out, determined to get herself off before she was discovered. For some reason tho she couldn't find the perfect angle... another first for her...so she slipped a second finger in and started moaning more...oblivious to anything she didn't even know that she was now moaning Tom's name.
 
He was closer, now, right behind her. His breathing was rapid, shallow. She was fingering herself, writhing as she bent over the counter.

And then he heard her moan his name, and madness overtook him. How else to explain it? He knew it was reckless, outrageous, but he could no more stop himself than he could make the sun rise in the west. He stepped in right behind her and slid his hands--his big, wide hands, that his father used to describe as "mason's hands"--around her waist, pressing his hard-on into the small of her back, dropping his head down to her hair, which smelled of some flower-scented shampoo.

"Don't stop," he breathed huskily. "Don't stop. Please."
 
Regina's eyes shot open as she felt his arms wrap around her waist. She was caught but more then that, had he just asked her not to stop? She was confused but OMG his hands felt good on her waist and she could feel his hard shaft against the small of her back. She was so close now and she really didn't want to stop so she kept going, two fingers pumping in and out of her wet slit.

She leaned into Tom, softly moaning his name over and over. She wanted him to touch her. She wanted it to be his fingers inside of her bringing her closer to her orgasm but it wasn't. Not yet anyway. Her entire body tensed against him as she rubbed her clit with her thumb, her fingers being squeezed by her quivering walls. She turned her head and looked into Tom's eyes right when her orgasm crashed over her.

"Oh my GOD!!! Tom!!!! "

Her body finally relaxed and she leaned into him quietly
 
He dropped his face to hers and kissed her, gently, softly, on the lips. Pulling back, he began running one hand along her belly and over her hip; the other came up to cup and stroke the breast she had been mauling. "That was...beautiful," he breathed, then dropped his face again to kiss her along her neck, soft butterfly kisses that worked their way down from her ear to her collarbone, slowly.

He had to bend to do it--she was short, after all--and that took his erection away from the small of her back. He wanted to stroke it, he wanted her to stroke it, but he didn't want to relinquish the exquisite pleasure of feeling his lips glide across her skin, or the sensation of his hands roaming here and there, dipping into the hollow of her hip, the crease of her thigh, the smooth rounded cheek of her ass, and the soft but firm, yielding flesh of her breast, the hard nub of her nipple standing up like a pencil eraser.

He slid his lower hand up under her t-shirt so he could revel in the creamy texture of her bare skin, the tips of his fingers trailing, teasing...in her navel, along her flank...his other hand soon joined it, so he could enjoy the warm texture of her fleshy cleavage, the soft skin of the nipple as he rolled it gently between thumb and forefinger...
 
A soft shudder ran through Regina's body as Tom placed kisses on her neck and his hands moved over her skin. She gasped softly when he rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. God this was so wrong, she was dating his son... but on the other hand, he was here, his hands and lips were on her skin and they felt really, REALLY good. She bit her lip and finally turned towards him, her hand moved down to his swollen shaft and her fingertips traced him through his pants. She looked up at him again and smiled shyly.

"I'm glad you enjoyed my little show. Honestly, I didn't know you were around."

She continued rubbing her fingers over him, her tongue darting out over her lips from time to time. It was pretty obvious from what he just saw that she wanted him she just wondered if it was something he wanted just as bad or if he was just sexually frustrated and needed a release. She wanted to ask but, well how do you approach something like that...especially with your boyfriend's dad? She figured the easiest way to find out what he was thinking would be with actions so she reached down and unbuttoned his pants, slipping her small hand in and grabbing his shaft. Then gently stroking him.... waiting for something...anything...
 
"Oh, God..." he groaned, his head going back and his eyes closing as her soft little fingers closed around his throbbing cock and began gently stroking. Her very touch left little trails of fire on his skin; he would go crazy if he didn't have her...

He opened his eyes and fixed her with an intense glare, bringing one hand up to grab the back of her neck to emphasize what he was saying. "Regina, I want you. I've wanted you since I first saw you last night. I can't remember when I've wanted a woman so bad. It's wrong, we both know it's wrong, for a whole host of reasons we both understand and I don't need to list. But I need you, like I don't think I've ever needed anyone before in my life. But I won't take what hasn't been offered; I'm not that man. So if you don't want me, for any reason at all, say so now, and I'll back away. Otherwise...this is going to happen, and there'll be no going back."
 
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