“Dominants and Primates” Part-3 Continues….
By the time eleven thirty rolled around, I was horny as hell and as hard as a fucking rock! Suddenly, the idea of standing there jerking myself off while Mila watched wasn’t nearly as traumatic as I’d first imagined it. Hell…even doing just that much had been a hell of a lot more than I’d even experienced with Jayleen! I was half tempted to simply take my dick out, strut across the yard from ours to hers, with my cock sticking out, though I didn’t.
Once again I knocked, this time she was in the kitchen waiting for me. I didn’t bother waiting to be told to take it out however, already unzipping my cut off jeans, my prick standing up stiff and proud as I walked over and stood by the table. She actually grinned upon seeing me.
“Glad to see you’re over your shyness,” she told me, opening the door to the refrigerator and withdrawing my cum-jar, sitting it down on the table next to me. “I guess you don’t need any incentive?” she asked teasingly.
“Oh, no…I’d still appreciate that too, please…” I added seeing her smile appreciatively. She hadn’t changed her clothing, still wearing those almost too short shorts, and that painted on tee shirt, though like me, she simply reached down pulling it up and over her head, revealing those gorgeous tits of hers to me almost immediately.
“Think you’ve got a bit more cum in those big fat balls of yours this time?” she asked hotly, actually reaching over to fondle them briefly while I stood there.
“No doubt about it,” I answered back, reasonably sure there would be a bit more than the last time, though still probably not as much as the first time I’d come this morning. But three times in one day, I was feeling pretty good about that anyway.
“Good, though we’d better hurry, the guys should be back any time now,” she reminded me.
I felt a miniscule worried twinge in my dick for a moment as I pondered that, but then seeing Mila as she went back to cupping her breasts, once again tweaking those incredibly hard nipples, any thoughts I had about Jacob and my dad coming back soon quickly left my thoughts.
“Fuck Mila, you’ve got great looking tits!” I told her.
She smiled at that. “Better than Laurels? Or your mothers?” she asked toying with them.
“Well, Laurel might have bigger boobs, but they’re certainly not as nicely shaped as yours are. And as for mom…well, you two are damn similar in size and shape, so I’d have to say I sort of like them equally as much.”
Once again Mila laughed. “What about your girlfriend? Jayla, was it?”
“Jayleen,” I corrected. “Sort of I guess, though I’ve never really seen them, I’ve only felt them a couple of times at the drive in, and once when we went for a drive up the mountains.”
“You mean…you haven’t done anything else with her besides that?”
“No,” I said sheepishly, almost losing a little bit of my erection, though Mila quickly corrected that by suddenly undoing her shorts, letting them fall down around her own ankles as she stepped out of them. Now wearing nothing more than the tiniest of very brief thongs that barely hid her pubic mound.
“So you mean to tell me, you’ve never even seen a woman’s pussy? Or touched one?”
“Well, I have watched some porn, but…until last night, I’d actually never seen a woman’s pussy before. And no…I never have actually touched one…yet,” I added somewhat hopefully. I heard her snicker at that.
“Well don’t get your hopes up with me either honey,” she said teasingly. “Bad enough I’m allowing you to see this much, this is supposed to be a punishment, not a reward,” she reminded me. “And I don’t think that letting you cop a feeling would be considered much of a punishment now would it?”
“No…I guess not,” I said somewhat dejectedly, though standing here jerking myself off, looking at an almost entirely naked, and very attractive older woman didn’t seem like much of a real punishment either. But I wasn’t about to tell her that.
“Come on sweetie…you’d better hurry things up a little, they should be home any minute now,” she warned me, once again giving me pause, though she almost made it worse when she added. “And even if they do…you can’t quit until you have, so you’d better fucking hurry.”
I didn’t take her as being serious. I mean shit, no fucking way she’d want me to stand there in her kitchen with my dick out stroking myself with Jacob and dad walking in…or would she? Suddenly, I wasn’t really sure about that. After what I had recently learned, I guess anything was possible.
I soon felt the first tingle however, and smiled inwardly, I wasn’t that far away now, and getting closer and closer to tossing another nice load any second now, which is when we both heard Jacob’s car pulling up in the drive. Almost immediately I reached down for my pants.
“Oh no you don’t!” Mila almost shouted. “I told you I was serious. Either you cum now for me, squirt it in my jar, or you can stand here with your hard dick sticking out and explain to your father and my husband why it is. Once again…your choice!”
I couldn’t believe my ears! She was fucking serious! I stood there looking out the kitchen window as my father and Jacob opened the car doors stepping out. Beside me, Mila had struggled back into her shorts, and pulled her skintight top back on, no longer naked, though sultry still. But it was me who was standing there in the middle of her kitchen with my own jeans around my ankles, hard cock in hand as I held the end of the mason jar,
which still contained my earlier spending inside it as I furiously pumped my prick. Once again beads of sweat appeared on my brow, Mila stepping around behind me, pressing her breasts against my back, though looking out the window with me now.
“Better hurry, they’ll be coming in soon,” she announced unnecessarily. I groaned in frustration. That warning tingly had evaporated, I wasn’t back to square one, but I certainly wasn’t nearly as close to coming either. When Jacob and my father walked around towards the back of the car, I nearly bolted, but then realized they were giving me a momentary reprieve as Jacob opened the trunk of his car in order to retrieve their golf clubs.
“Fuck!” I moaned now pounding my prick harder and faster than I ever had before in my entire life, but at least once again I felt the tingle…felt the beginning of my release just as Jacob shut the trunk, turned, waving at my father as he began walking across the yard back to our place.
Almost relieved, I felt the first spurt of my cum leap from my prick into the jar as I held it there. Even though I was, it was already too late, Jacob had nearly reached the porch, there would be no time for me to put my jeans on again and do them up on time, not to mention trying to explain the jar I was holding. To my surprise, Mila met her husband at the door.
“Honey? Would you mind grabbing the paper? I forgot to bring it in this morning,” she told him. “Thanks baby,” she said in response to his reply, though I hadn’t heard it. The only thing I knew, she’d given me just enough time to replace the jar, handing it to her, and then pulling my jeans back up only moments before Jacob came inside, carrying his clubs along with the paper. He looked over towards me in surprise at finding me standing there.
“Oh…hi Kevin, what brings you over here?” He asked curiously. Mila had just finished closing the door to the fridge and turned to answer him before I did.
“I didn’t know for sure what time the two of you would be back,” she told her husband. “I asked Kevin if he’d come over and give me a hand with the furniture in the spare room, but…since you’re home now,” she said, smiling sweetly.
Jacob rolled his eyes, shaking his head. “I knew we should have played eighteen,” he said grinning, though he reached over roughing up my hair. “Don’t worry Kevin, I’ll take it from here,” he then said laughing. “I’m sure you’ve got more important things to do than hang around and help some MILF move furniture.”
“I’m sorry…what?”
Once again he laughed, as did Mila. “Milf? Haven’t you heard the term before?” he asked, laughing at me rather than with me now. I had, but I couldn’t believe he’d just said that. “You know…mothers I’d like to,”
“Now Jacob,” Mila said, cutting him off. “You’re embarrassing the poor boy here. Maybe he doesn’t have a thing for older women like a lot of young kids do these days, and besides, even if he did, you think he’d actually admit that to you?” she asked, turning back towards me, winking at me.
I wanted to die.