Jenna and mom

I wanted to see Mom right after our office encounter, but I knew she had work to do. Instead, I showered, dressed in jeans, a belt, and a T-shirt and grabbed an intriguing fantasy book full of sexy elves and naked nymphs, and started reading. The fantasy world had many great authors to choose from, but I couldn't declare anything as truly epic unless it gave me a hard-on.

My phone rang at one o'clock in the afternoon, and I put my book aside, though images of bare-breasted women in leathers and chains still floated around my head. Jenna's name brightened my phone's screen, and her ringtone blared through my speakers. I accepted the call and said, "What's up, beautiful?"

Jenna laughed, saying, "You sound like you're in a good mood. A really good mood. What's up with you?"

Uh-oh, could girlfriends sense when their boyfriends had gotten some action?

"I'm just happy to hear from you," I said, trying to think quickly. "So, how's our plan coming along?"

"My dad went back to work after dropping me off," Jenna said. "He does work, you know."

I laughed.

"I did pull my schoolgirl skirt up high on my thighs." Jenna throat-moaned into the phone. "Have you ever read those dirty stories on the internet where a man drives the babysitter home, and he reaches over and touches her legs and starts rubbing her thighs and slowly works his way to her pussy while she panics and tells him to stop, but once he rubs her clit, she melts for him?"

"No," I said, my cock growing at the playful shyness I heard in my girl's voice, "but you're gonna show me where to find them, and then we'll read them together."

Jenna laughed and said, "I felt like a girl from one of those stories. I felt so nasty--in a sexy way--I got a little wet."

"But it's your dad," I said with playful naiveté as my cock thickened.

"I can tell you like it." She giggled. "Aren't daughters supposed to be attracted to their dads? Isn't that science?"

We both laughed.

"I want to come over," Jenna said. "I'd invite you over, but Daddy says you can only come over when he's home, and you know my mother: She does everything he tells her to do as soon as he tells her to do it, no matter what it is."

"All right, but my mom's home, too, remember?"

"Yeah, but isn't she in her office?"

"I have a bargain with my mother," I said. "We can't do anything until we're responsible enough to handle sex."

"Ooh!" Jenna said, the noise somewhere between angry and accusing.

"Or until your dad sees that his little girl needs the cock."

"I like that," Jenna said, then she laughed. "I mean, I like the idea of him letting us be together."

"I knew what you meant." I looked through my wall towards my mother's office. "Come over. I have to let my mother know you're here, so if I'm not downstairs, use your key to get inside."

"Gotcha, see you soon," Jenna said. "Love you."

She disconnected the call before I had a chance to tell her the same.

I got out of bed and walked down the hallway to Mom's office with my phone in my left hand out of habit. I knocked on Mom's door and pushed it open, finding Mom sitting in her chair as naked as before. She looked relaxed when she turned her eyes toward me. I smiled, breathing in deeply. The scent of her pussy lingered in the air.

"I'm busy," Mom said, her voice softening while her expression turned meek. "But if I have to do something...."

I groaned and said, "Jenna's coming over."

Mom's face went from meek to flat.

"I'm not going to do anything with her," I said. "I'm telling you so that you won't worry." I smiled. "You can hang out with us if you want to."

Mom's flat expression narrowed, turning into a sharp-cheeked glare. Even angry, her beauty took on a dangerous quality that made my heart throb.

"Don't look at me like that," I mumbled, looking down. "It's turning me on." I shrugged. "Look, I'm wearing jeans. Thick jeans. With a belt. Nothing is going to happen."

"It better not," Mom said, her voice holding an edge, but then she spoke again in a softer tone. "I know that she's your girlfriend. I know that you two are in love." But did she believe it? She must have, given her history with Dad. "I don't want to keep you from seeing her, but remember your promises."

"I will," I said. "I do." Then, as I looked up and allowed my gaze to take in Mom's nude body, another thought entered my eyes. "But, if you're worried that Jenna's going to want me to feel her up, then I think you better come downstairs for a while. You could stay in the kitchen, and I could go and see you if the urge to touch her becomes too hard to resist."

The flicker of a smile crossed Mom's face.

"Jenna thinks it's sexy to get finger-banged while our parents are around."

"She does, does she?" Mom asked, licking her lips. She took a deep breath, that hungry, smoky look coming into her eyes. "Do I have to keep you out of trouble while she's here?"

"Yes," I said, nodding. "If you want to keep me out of trouble, then you have to."

"Okay," Mom said.

My phone buzzed with a text from Jenna. I'm downstairs, it read.

"She's downstairs," I said. "We'll see you soon."

I slipped out of Mom's office, my cock growing hard as I went to meet my girlfriend.

Jenna stood in the foyer, dressed in her pleated schoolgirl outfit, complete with saddle shoes and knee-high socks, and no, our high school didn't make us wear uniforms, but many of the girls pretended it did. Easily, every day, a third of the female student body dressed in the smallest schoolgirl uniforms they could find. Jenna's eyes found mine the moment I appeared at the top of the stairs. She smiled, glowing and radiant, and her eyes dropped to the front of my pants.

"Someone is happy to see," she said, holding out her arms for a hug.

A smile spread my lips, and I laughed, shrugging and jogging the rest of the way downstairs, my cock continuing to stiffen as my jeans rubbed and bent my prick in interesting ways. I slid my arms around Jenna when I reached her, and she hugged me tightly, her arms tensing as she pushed her stomach into my hard-on.

"Uh," I groaned.

"Are you going to kiss me or what?" Jenna asked. "Don't tell me that that's off the table."

Was it off the table?

"Quickly," I said, pressing my lips to Jenna, but without adding my tongue.

"Aw," she said, pouting.

"This is only the first week." I grabbed her hand and took her into the living room, where we sat on the left side of the back couch facing the TV. "We can hold off for a week or two, or three. Our parents can't keep this up forever. They will give in."

"Maybe so, but I want you now."

We kissed again, but I broke it off as soon as Jenna's tongue came out to play.

"You're really fucking hard," Jenna said, looking down at my crotch. "Can I jerk you off?"

I groaned again.

"Please, Daddy?" she asked, laughing. "Imagine if I said that to my dad, just as slutty as I said it to you? Daddy. Oh, Daddy." Her tone made my cock pulse. "If my dad can't tell how horny I am after he hears that, then I don't know what to do next."

"You could sit on his lap," I whispered as we got comfortable on the couch. I lay on my left side, while Jenna lay on her back, my left arm beneath her head and my right arm across her body, my hand on her hip.

"That's so wrong," Jenna said, giggling. She pushed her thigh into my crotch, rubbing me back and forth. "But, I'll do it if you're there watching me."

She smiled, then opened her mouth wide and uttered a small shriek. We laughed, and that's when Mom walked across the upstairs landing. Jenna cringe-smiled, but she lifted her left hand and waved at Mom.

"Remember the rules," Mom said, looking at my hand on Jenna's hip as she walked downstairs. "It's good to see you, Jenna." Mom had changed into a small white cotton T-shirt without a bra, her titties bouncing and her nipples hard as she walked downstairs, and she also wore a pair of posh, peach cotton lounge pants. Her shirt left her belly button and sides exposed, and she wore no socks on her little feet.

"It's good to see you, too, Mrs. Hornsby," Jenna said. She bit her lower lip for a moment before sitting up and speaking again. "Mrs. Hornsby?"

"Yes?" Mom asked, standing at the bottom of the stairs.

"If my dad was okay with everything...." She looked to the side as pink bloomed in her cheeks, followed by crimson. "Would you be okay if Mark and I were... you know... having sex?"

I raised my eyebrows. I'm sure my dad was fine with it, but Mom? I knew that she was worried about what Mr. Mason would do, but I couldn't remember her saying if she was okay with us having sex in the first place.

"You're young," Mom said to Jenna. "But, with some conditions, like condoms and an unbreakable, sex-only-at-home policy, I believe that I'd be okay with you and my son sleeping together."

Precum left my balls, my cock flexing and ass tightening as the unexpected pleasure rushed through me.

"Thank you," Jenna said, dropping back down to the couch.

I was still lying on my side.

"I'll be in the kitchen," Mom said, "but you never know when I'll be back. Behave yourselves, else neither of you will be visiting each other's homes for a while."

"Okay," I said.

"We promise," Jenna said.

When Mom had had enough time to reach the kitchen, I said, "You're blushing."

"Well," Jenna said, play-smacking my chest. "It's easy not to blush during an argument, but we weren't arguing."

"I want to kiss you right now," I said, looking down at her button-up shirt and pleated skirt, the hem resting on her upper thighs.

"Then do it." She nibbled her lower lip. "Kiss this teenage girl."

I laughed, saying, "And that's why your dad gets upset."

"But it's so hot," Jenna whispered. "Doing what's wrong."

"We can wait a little while longer." I squeezed Jenna's side. "I know we can."

Jenna growled, then smiled and said, "Maybe you can't touch me, but that doesn't mean I can't touch myself."

"I think you're right," I said. "And I won't stop you."

"Right now?" she pouted.

"Anytime," I said.

"Right now," she said, no longer asking a question. She placed her left hand on her stomach and ran it down her body to her skirt, where she played with her waistline before slipping her hand down to the center of her hemline. "I've got a surprise for you."

"Show me," I said, smiling as I looked down at her skirt and removed my hand from her hip, laying it on my side so that I had an unobstructed view of her body.

Jenna pinched her hem and pulled upward, stopping at the bottom of her crotch and pretending to reconsider until I growled. She giggled and continued to pull her skirt upward, and then the soft, golden flesh of her tender pussy came into her view. Her cleft lay closed together, her skin smooth and perfect, the triangle of her mound pressed against the insides of her thighs until she spread her legs and gave her pussy room to relax. She dropped her skirt around her waist and smiled at me, waiting.

"The prettiest pussy in high school," I whispered, looking down at her smooth beaver.

Jenna laughed. "Yeah?"

"Oh, yeah," I said.

"And how many high school pussies have you seen?"

I smiled, rolling my eyes and chuckling.

"Mine is all wet on the inside," Jenna purred. "I can feel my juices dripping out of me. I like how you look at my pussy."

"How do I look at your pussy?"

"Like you're hungry," she said, low and throaty. She rubbed her thigh against my crotch. "Like your cock is hungry. Like, if you wanted me right here and now, then I couldn't stop you even if I wanted to." She nibbled her lower lip. "Like your mom couldn't stop you if you wanted me."

I growled, then said, "And that turns you on?"

"Yes," Jenna said. "Do you wanna touch it for me?"