One penny for your ideas – 2

“One penny for your ideas” Part-2 Continues…..

“God you’re hard!” She exclaimed suddenly, finally breaking the momentary silence that had fallen between us.

“And Mike, but you look pretty hard too,” I motioned, looking at her thick fat nipples as she continued playing with them, teasing each back and forth. “I take it…they’re pretty sensitive then? Do you enjoy having them play with you?” I asked, my tone of voice a bit deeper now, more husky.

“Oh yes…yes I do,” she groaned back, playing with them even more noticeably now. Actually pulling on one of them, stretching it out a bit, lifting her soft firm breast in the process before letting go, and then doing it all over again. “I’ve always enjoyed having my tits played with…you, you can touch them if you’d like,” she then informed me.

I reached over, again glad I had waited for the invitation, now fondling her neglected nipple and breast as she continued playing with the other one, still fingering her pussy, toying with her clit as she now rubbed that hard little knob with gentle teasing motions. She too was wet, very wet. Applying a bit of her own special sauce to her clit, just as I was doing to myself. We could each hear the slickness of our own juices as we sat there. Mine, a squishy slick sound as I slowly pumped my prick up and down, taking time in doing it, not yet ready to stroke it as urgently as I might.

“I love the way that sounds,” she told me. “I like hearing it, feeling it…making it do that,” she added.

“Feel free,” I then said. “But don’t feel like you have to or anything, only if you want to.”

Jack licked her lips, and then withdrew her hand from between her legs, now reaching over. I felt the softness of her small delicate hand wrapping itself around my stiff, turgid member, once again squeezing it, producing another nice bubble of pearly liquid. She now took that, smearing it about my shaft just as I had done. She pressed, the squish sound produced, giggling as she did it, doing it again.

“God that sounds naughty.”

“Yes it does, just as naughty as your pussy sounds when you were fingering yourself,” I added to that.

“I like naughty.”

“So do I.”

“Finger me. Finger-fuck my pussy…my cunt!” She said hotly. “Go on Brian, finger my fucking cunt!”

We sat side-by-side there on the front seat of my car, not only watching one another masturbate, but masturbating with each other! It was more than I had honestly hoped for or expected. But it had proven to me that with a little concentration, patience, and a willingness to simply direct things, most of the time, people did…and would. It would be far easier now of course to continue more of this in the evenings with Jack, which

I certainly planned on doing. But now, even as I fingered her to a nice little climax, and as I likewise sat back, enjoying the pleasure she gave me as she stroked me off, purposely drenching her cute gorgeous tits with my semen a short time later, I was already planning another test. And this one is a bit more risky perhaps. A subject who I knew would be a lot harder to control, to manipulate, or get them to let their guard down more likely. Even as I sat there squirting all over Jack’s boobs, I was already planning my next conquest.


Though Leo and I had remained good friends throughout the years of course, with the passage of time he’d eventually gone on his own way. He was currently attending University out of state, and had been for almost a year now, though it had been almost two years since the last time we’d even hung out together. I still saw his mom from time to time however, always asking her how he was doing, what he was up to, things like that.

I’d always considered Leo’s mom an attractive woman, though she certainly didn’t dress the part. Not exactly prudish perhaps, but certainly conservative. She went to church every Sunday, but I’d been around her enough to know she wasn’t overly religious either. She cursed on occasion, though always apologizing for having done so immediately afterwards. Though even her curse words were the mild ones, never once an “F” bomb, though I could say pretty much the same thing for my mother too.

But I had picked out Leo’s mom, Grace, as my next unsuspecting target.

Grace was perhaps in her late forties to early fifties even, though I had never asked. Either way, she certainly didn’t look at it. She had dark brown hair, shoulder length, and a reasonably nice figure, from what you could make of it. Most of the time, as I said, she dressed conservatively. I don’t recall a single time when I’d seen even a hint of cleavage in anything she’d worn. And yet she had large breasts, easily a C or even a D cup.

The fact I had very often hung around her, talking to her while waiting on Leo to either finish up with some chore, or even get home from practice after school, gave us some history and background together. In many ways, she had treated me from that time on almost as though I was another child of hers. Not that I minded. Like I said, even back then I was starting to appreciate the MILF thing, even though no one had called it that yet.

Now all I had to do was come up with a good enough reason for going over there, and visiting with her for a bit. That…and do it when I knew she and I would be all alone. Mila, my boyhood sweetheart, well sort of anyway…was still in high school and a member of the cheerleading squad. I knew from my own past experiences there,

she had practice three days a week. Today was a Friday, so I knew for sure she did, if not actually a game even though I’d lost track of following any of that. Either way, I felt sure we’d be alone. As far as Leo’s dad went, that was a no brainer now either. Like a lot of people perhaps, Grace and Mike had gone through a rather messy divorce nearly three years ago now. I had to wonder, reconsidering Grace if she hadn’t inadvertently contributed to that.

Mike had been having an affair with a woman half his age, and once discovered, it was over with. Just like that. Leo’s dad had moved out, and they all got on with their lives as best as they knew how to. Including Grace, who’d now gone back to using her maiden name, though I honestly had no idea what that was. But that too, gave me something else I might be able to use on her as I sat there thinking about what I was going to attempt to do.

Needless to say, it would be a tough one, given I only had the fifteen, maybe twenty minutes I had to work with here. I’d not flicked my Bic for the full twenty four hours needed so to speak, and then grabbed one of my many “Magic Pennies” as I still called them out of the jar in my room, just in case.

I didn’t recall seeing Grace very often wearing jeans, let alone anything else that might have copper in it, so if nothing else, then the penny would have to do. I then called her, surprising her perhaps, but laid out a story about possibly going to the same university Leo was attending, or maybe even the one I know she had gone to, graduating from UCLA as Leo had once told me.

I had in fact been working towards doing that, earning the extra money I’d need, saving up for it with the intention of enrolling in the fall. As I’d hoped, Grace was excited, anxious to see me, so I promised to come over that Friday, sit down and visit with her.

As she usually did of course, she met me at the door with a big hug and a kiss. A chaste one of course, usually on the cheek. She invited me inside for a glass of lemonade to go along with our chat of course, and then took our glasses into her informal little sitting area just off the kitchen area where she preferred entertaining. I knew for a fact that Grace didn’t do a whole lot of entertaining these days, wondering how long it actually had been for her, since she’d entertained much of anything.

“So…Mrs, Ms…gee, what do I call you these days anyway?” I asked, trying to sound innocent about it. Leo told me you’d taken back your maiden name, but I’m not sure he ever told me what that was.”

She laughed at that, blushing just a little. “Oh for heaven’s sake Brian, the days of you calling me Mrs. Davis, or now…Ms. Peterson, are long gone. Just call me Grace, I think we’re way past formality now, don’t you?” I smiled at her nodding my head.

“I’d like to think so,” I assured her.

“Now, what can I help you with?” She asked curiously. And of course I then told her I was as yet undecided as to which school I might want to attend, my choices now pared down to where Leo was going, along with UCLA, where she had herself graduated from, and one other, a bit more Midwest, though that was a long shot the more I’d been thinking about it.

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