Mother with Her Boyfriend I

It was near the end of Zesai's senior year, just after he turned 18, when his hormones hit a new peak. His mom, Amara, had been dating this guy, Tony, a loudmouth with dark hair and a cocky grin Zesai couldn't stand. He didn't know Tony's last name and didn't care to. To Zesai, it was just another guy, like all her dates. They never lasted long, especially with him around to scare them off, and he was damn proud of that.

Saturday night rolled around, and Zesai was in bed, waiting for Amara to get home. He always stayed awake, faking sleep, just to feel her soft lips kiss his cheek goodnight. Her perfume, her hair brushing his face. It sent shivers down his spine every time. Tonight, though, she was late. He lay there, eyes on the ceiling, ears perked for the front door.

Finally, it creaked open, then clicked shut. But no footsteps came up the stairs. Frowning, Zesai slid out of bed, barefoot, and crept to the top of the landing. He peeked down into the foyer, and what he saw lit his blood on fire.

Amara stood there with Tony, their bodies close. Tony's arms were around her waist, his voice a low murmur. Zesai leaned forward, straining to hear.

"Come on, baby," Tony whispered, leaning in to kiss her. "Been wanting you all night."

"No, Tony," Amara said, pushing at his chest. "Zesai's home."

Tony grinned, undeterred. "He's asleep, ain't he? Come on, just a taste." His lips hit her neck, and his hand slid up, cupping her breast through her blouse.

"Tony!" Amara snapped, but her voice wasn't firm. "Stop it."

"Please, baby," Tony begged, squeezing her breast. "My cock's so hard it's gonna bust my zipper. You've been teasing me all damn night, rubbing me under that table, flashing that sweet pussy with no panties. I nearly came right there in the restaurant."

Amara bit her lip. "I shouldn't have done that," she muttered, softening. She'd teased him mercilessly, and it'd gotten her hot too. She couldn't help it lately, her hormones were out of control. She glanced up the stairs, hesitating.

Zesai jerked back into the shadows, heart slamming against his ribs. His pajama bottoms were already tenting, his cock stiff from just hearing Tony talk about her like that. Jealousy burned his throat, he peeked again.

Downstairs, Tony didn't wait. He grabbed Amara's face and kissed her hard, tongue shoving in. She moaned into his mouth, hands gripping his shirt. His fingers fumbled with her blouse, popping buttons, then yanked her bra up. Her bare breasts spilled out—medium-sized, firm, with those big brown nipples Zesai knew too well.

"Goddamn, look at these," Tony growled, grabbing one. He squeezed the soft flesh, rolling her nipple between his fingers until it stuck out, hard and red. "You like that, huh?"

"Tony…" Amara's voice was shaky, half a protest, half a plea. She didn't stop him.

Zesai's head spun as he watched Tony pinch her nipple, twisting it until she gasped. Then Tony bent down, sucking it into his mouth, loud and wet. Amara moaned louder, "Oh God," and grabbed the back of his head, pulling him tight to her chest. Her eyes fluttered shut, her face pure lust, mouth slack.

Zesai hated Tony, hated his smug grin, his greasy hands on her.

"Fuck, you taste good," Tony mumbled around her nipple, switching to the other one. He bit down lightly, and Amara's hips jerked. "See? You want it too."

"Tony, we can't," she panted, but her hands didn't push him away. "Not here."

"Just a quickie, baby," Tony said, voice thick. His free hand shoved her skirt up, finding her bare crotch. "Shit, You've been showing me this pussy all night—spreading those legs at dinner. You're soaked."

Amara groaned, head tipping back. "I shouldn't have… I was stupid tonight."

"Stupid hot," Tony chuckled, fingers sliding between her folds. "You're dripping for me."

Tony's hand moving under her skirt, her thighs trembling. Amara suddenly knew that leaving her panties at home, as she often did now, was a mistake. She knew that Tony has seen her bare crotch several times tonight as she intentionally spread her legs for him.

Amara regretted that she had been such a slut tonight. She just could not understand why her hormones seemed to be running wild at 34 years old. Maybe it was the divorce and the opportunity to date again. Oh the other hand, maybe it was her age. She had read that a woman was at her peak when she was in her 30's. Amara hoped that it would not get any worse or she would be looking for men on the street.

"Oh fuck," Amara whimpered as Tony's fingers worked her. "Tony, we—"

"Shh, baby," Tony cut her off, pressing her against the wall. "Let me take care of you. Been dreaming of this pussy all night."

Zesai's jealousy boiled over. He wanted to charge down, rip Tony off her, smash that grin off his face. However he couldn't, he should stop his obsession and forget it.