The Painted Lady
Janet Laird stood naked in front of her mirror. She cupped her hands under her breasts and lifted them. Gravity was beginning taking its toll on the girls, but they were still full and round. She pinched her nipples and they perked right up. The rest of her wasn’t in bad shape either for pushing 40. Sure she was maybe 10 pounds over being svelte (one of those words loved by English teachers like her) but Janet considered herself voluptuous.
To bad her husband, Tom, didn’t consider her voluptuous or maybe they’re love life would be more exciting. Oh, he still dutifully screwed her twice a week, when he was in town, but those were the three problems:
1.Dutifully – it wasn’t like he was passionate about her.
2.Screwed her – They never made love or even fucked anymore. She couldn’t remember her last orgasm that wasn’t self inflicted.
3.Tom was traveling a lot. Like this week. Gone to Seattle.
The doorbell rang.
“Shit,� she said aloud looking at the clock on the wall. It was eight already? Mary’s son, Scott was here to start painting the house. She ran to her closet and grabbed an old baggy tee shirt and a pair of shorts and threw them on without much thought. Had she given it much thought she would have probably chosen less shear shorts, ones where her dark bush didn’t show, and shirt that maybe would have hidden the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra a little better.
Or maybe shouldn’t she wouldn’t have.
Scott was about to ring the doorbell again when Mrs. Laird open the door.
“Hi Scott.� She said, sort of out of breath. “Sorry, I was in my bedroom when you rang.�
“Jesus,� Scott thought as his eyes flicked down to her heaving breasts with nipples erect and then down to the dark patch under her white shorts then quickly back up to her eyes. He said, “No problem.�
He had known Mrs. Laird almost his whole life, was friends with her son Greg, who was off visiting his grandparents for the month. His mother and Mrs. Laird had been best friends since they met. But for the first time he actually noticed that she was an attractive woman with nice tits.
“Um, where is the paint?� he asked after a moment of awkward silence.
“It’s in the garage.� She said, but his condition did not escape her. She threw a quick and, she hoped, subtle glance at his crotch. There was the tale tell outline. He was impressive, even semi hard. “I’ll go open the garage door.�
She hadn’t realized before how handsome her best friend’s son was with his broad shoulders, tight waist and ass and big cock…
Janet stopped half way to the garage to mentally slap herself. “He’s Mary’s son!� she said. “I am old enough to be his mother.�
Outside Scott was telling himself, “She is your friend’s mom. She is old enough to be your mom. But damn she has nice tits. And that bush showing in those shorts. That can’t be an accident. Oh shit, she wants me.� He thought of what he’d say to Greg. “Sorry man, but your mom’s a MILF and she wanted me.�
He was startled by the garage door suddenly lurching up. He saw Mrs. Baird’s bare feet and legs and had a split second of fantasy that she was wearing nothing else. He shook his head to rid himself of the vision as the door revealed still clothed.
“The paint and drop cloths and brushes are all over there. Do want something to drink?�
“N-no thanks, Mrs. Laird.�
“Please, call me Janet.�
“Sure, Janet.�
“Have you eaten breakfast?�
Why was she asking him that, they both thought.
“I grabbed a donut on the way over.� He lied. He hadn’t eaten a thing.
“I can fry up some eggs and bacon if you like?�
“I don’t want to be a bother.�
“No bother.�
“Okay.� He said, thinking, she is trying to lure me into the house. What do I do? Fuck her brains out seemed the obvious choice and he struggled to come up with alternatives.
“I’m going to grab a quick shower get dressed and I’ll call you when breakfast is ready.�
Two minutes later he had the cloth over the hedge and was staring at the corner working hard to concentrate on the job at hand rather than the job in the house.
Janet was back in front of the mirror. She was just about sure she should be ashamed of the fact that as she walked in the house she mad a show of stopping and bending over and giving him a shot of her ass. It was a slutty thing to do, she knew. But there was something about Scotts burgeoning hard on that made her do it.
Then she realized what it was. He was attracted to her. She cast aside any sense of guilt and stepped into the shower. Janet shaved her pussy as she showered, forgetting the earlier urge to masturbate. After toweling herself dry she chose a halter top and the same shorts. Only this time she put on thong.
It was red and showed through the shorts even more blatantly. Scott would approve, she told herself. She was just being flirty; it wasn’t like she was going to sleep with him. Although the brief thought of his cock in her mouth sent a shiver of anticipation up her spine and made her pussy moist.
She shook off the thought and went to make breakfast. Twenty minutes later she called him. His reaction was better than she had hoped.
Seeing Janet Laird in the halter and her thong showing through took Scott off guard. He followed her into the kitchen, hoping that his hard on would fade before she noticed it. He took his seat quickly and scooted in tight.
“So are you still doing your art?� She asked and winced inside. What a stupid question. Scott was more than talented. He was gifted.
“I’m majoring in art next year,� he replied stiffly, and the moment was nearly lost.
Janet knew that and also knew that his mother didn’t really approve in his choice of careers making it a sore subject for him. She quickly changed the subject and started flirting with him. He responded shyly at first but then loosened up as they finished.
When they were done, Scott started to pick up his plate.
“I’ll get it.� Janet said, standing and leaning across the table, giving him a clear shot of her ample cleavage. She looked up and was shocked to see a mixture of dismay and lust in his eyes. She’d gone too far. Suddenly she felt ill. Here was this kid, okay he was 18 but still a kid. And she was driving him crazy, just because the way he looked at her made her feel good.
Janet sat down. “I’m sorry Scott. I don’t know what got into me. I’m behaving badly.�
She gathered the dishes and took them to the sink.
“Maybe you should get back to painting,� she said, turning on the water and not looking at him.
Scott said nothing, just nodded even though she couldn’t see him. But then she continued.
“It’s just that, well, it has been a long time since someone looked at me the way you did this morning. I felt beautiful and sexy and, honestly I am not some old cougar. But you are very handsome and I let my fantasy get away from me. Tom hasn’t looked at me that way in years, let alone touch me… I thought you well…�
My God, Scott thought as he watched her shoulders sag, she is really lonely. Scott was a sucker for damsels in distress. He stepped up behind her.
“You’re right. You are beautiful.� He said, honestly. He placed his hand on her back, over the lower bow knot of her halter. “I’d like to paint you sometime.�
She didn’t move. He held his hand there and time seemed to stand still as if they were each waiting for the other to make a move. Scott obliged by untying the knot. Now Janet stiffened, but she still didn’t say anything or resist as he slipped his left hand around her waist and up under the dangling top.
Her nipples sprang to life at his light touch. She leaned back into his arms as his teeth found the top bow knot and tugged it loose. Her ass crushed his hard cock as he swept his right hand on to her remaining breast. She spun in his arms and their mouths came together hungrily.
Her hands hurried lifted his tee shirt up exposing his muscled chest and she pulled him against him against her. Their tongues feinted and jabbed like two boxers in their mouths. God he was a good fucking kisser.
Her mouth was sweet and tongue was incredible.
Suddenly, she pushed him back. Panting now, she said, “I’m sorry but I think you’d better get back to painting before the neighbors start to wonder where you are.�
He was momentarily confused and maybe even a little hurt. But Janet soothed him,
“We’ll continue this later. I’ll make you a lunch you won’t forget.�
In the three hours between breakfast and noon Scott painted like crazy. He covered almost the whole front of the house. When he heard her call his name he slid down the ladder and trying to maintain a normal stride, walked to the house.
Over the dining room table was a comforter and on the comforter was Janet, spread eagle.
Her shave pussy was the most beautiful Scott had ever scene. Without pause he walked up to the table, knelt down and buried his face between her thighs. Her cunt was sweet and salty. Her clit stood as hard as his cock.
Janet couldn’t believe how quickly Scott found her clit. Even after twenty years Tom couldn’t find it. His tongue on her sent her thoughts reeling with ecstasy.
Scott gave Janet three orgasms and happily lapped her cum juice before his tongue couldn’t take any more. Sensing this Janet signaled him to take her place on the table. She kissed him hard enjoying the taste of her cunt on his lips and tongue.
Janet broke their kiss and pulled his tee shirt up over his head. Then she started kissing his face, gently brushing her lips over his mouth, nose, cheeks and eyes. Scott couldn’t believe how good it felt. His cock was straining to break free of his shorts. She straddled him pressed his cock hard with her dripping pussy. Janet was so wet that her juices soaked through his shorts and underwear.
She kissed her way to his ear and whispered, “If you don’t like anything I’m about to do to you, just say the word.�
Her tongue rammed into his ear and traced the arcs even as she took his earlobe between her teeth. He gave a sharp intake at the mixture of pleasure and pain. It was a new sensation, one that nearly made him cum in his shorts.
“I feel your throbbing cock,� Janet breathed into his ear. “I feel how bad it wants to fuck me.�
She kissed him again, hard. Her tongue penetrating deep into his mouth. After a minute her mouth left his and she nipped at his chin, then his throat and continued with alternating kisses, licks and little bites down to his nipples. She clamped her mouth onto his left nipple as her hands pinched his right. She sucked hard giving him a hickey on his nipple. It made her giggle when she looked at it.
Then she proceeded down the rest of the way, sliding her cunt off his cock and down his legs. She took the end of his draw string in her teeth and pulled the knot loose. She pulled his shorts down just enough to expose the tip of his cock.
Scott couldn’t believe how she made him feel. He’d had blow jobs before, but none of the girls had seemed to relish his cock as much as Janet Laird did. She sucked his balls and ran her tongue the length of his shaft finally taking him all the way in. Her tongue was amazing and it didn’t take long for him cum. She gulped down his cum and when he was done she kissed him full on the mouth. He’d never been squeamish about his cum, but he’d never had a girl kiss him with his cum on her tongue. But his cum tasted sweet in her mouth.
She lay onto top of him for a bit. Her body was warm and soft in all the right places.
“Thank you,� she said, rolling off him.
“You did all the work.� He said slipping a hand between her thighs. “I think I should…�
“Get back to painting,� she said, “The neighbors.�
“But,� he started to protest, but she shook her head, “No.�
The rest of the day Scott worked feverishly finishing the front of the house and around the side. By five he was ready to start the back.
After he stashed the paint, ladder and drop cloth he knocked on the garage door.
Janet opened the door, she was wearing her robe.
“I’ll see you tomorrow.� He said.
She had said yes, but when Scott arrived the next morning there was a note on the door. It said that she had gone shopping and would be back soon. She left the key under the mat. Scott couldn’t help feeling that something was wrong. But he went right to work.
He back of the house faced a small lake and the greenway around it so it was mostly windows and the job went faster than he thought it would.
By noon he was over half way done and still no sign of Mrs. Laird. He worked straight through and finished up just after three o’clock. And still no sign of her.
Scott didn’t know whether to be hurt or mad or what! But as he cleaned up and put it all away, he realized that it was probably just as well. If Janet Laird was even half as good at fucking as she was at giving head, he’d never want to stop.
Ruefully he drove home, calling his buddy Tanner to see what was happening that night. When he got home ate a snack, talked briefly to his mom and then climbed into the shower. He started to jerk off to a fantasy of Mrs. Laird, but then mid way his mom knocked on the bathroom door killing his erection.
“Scott?�
“Yeah?�
“Janet Laird just called. She says she wants to pay you. She also said that you missed a spot on the back of the house. She’d like you to come over and see if you can touch it up.�
“Now?�
“Well yes. Tom is coming back tomorrow and she would like to have the house done by the time he gets home.�
Swearing under his breath Scott finished his shower and dressed back in his painting clothes. He was sure he hadn’t missed any where. What the hell was she talking about?
In about fifteen minutes he was parked in front of her house and standing at the door waiting for her to answer it. He reached out to ring the doorbell a second time when the door opened. Mrs. Laird was standing there in her plush bathrobe.
She smiled and he knew he hadn’t missed a spot.
“You said I missed a spot?� He said.
“Yes,� she said, “Come in and I’ll show you.�
She led Scott to the game room. Normally the pool table stood in the center of the room. But somehow she had pushed it against the wall. In its place was the painted spattered drop cloth. The room was awash in candle light. On the bar were lined up bottle after bottle of edible body paint. He took it all in as Janet stepped to the center of the room and shed her robe.
“You said you wanted to paint me… Make me your masterpiece.�
Scott stripped and went to work, leaving not an inch of her unpainted, spending considerable time on her nipples trying one color after another and sucking them off. He spent more time on her clit and even devoted time on her virgin pink little asshole. No one had ever touched her anus let alone trace it with color and tongue. Janet came again and again.
After he was done, she went to work on him. Her tongue reciprocated the anal pleasure he had given her and more. Finally she straddled him and slid her steaming cunt down over his cock. She rode him until she came again. She had forgotten the stamina of the young.
“What do you want from me?� she asked her hot breath in his ear. “You can do anything
you want.�
He rolled over and plunged his cock into her twat and pumped hard, bringing her to climax yet again. Then she rolled over took his cock doggy style and he still hadn’t come.
She looked over her shoulder and said, “Take me like no one else has.�
It took Scott a second to figure out she meant anally. Was she serious?
As if reading his mind she said, “Yes.’
Her twat was tight as any girl’s Scott had fucked. But her asshole, as he slid into her she yelped part in pain part in ecstasy.
“Should I stop?�
“No! Fuck me. Fuck me in the ass.�
He couldn’t believe the tightness, the smoothness of her hole. He started slowly and then worked up speed. She kept crying out as though in pain and then telling him, “Harder! Deeper!�
Finally he couldn’t hold back any and he filled her ass with creamy goodness. She screamed as he pumped even hard his cock spasmimg again and again. They collapsed on the drop cloth, Scott rolling off of her. They both gasped for air for several minutes.
“So, Mr. Laird comes home tomorrow?�
“Yes. But he flies out again on Tuesday to Chicago for a week.�
“Really? Oh, I don’t have a reason…�
“I’m thinking of painting the inside, every room.�
“Have anybody in mind?�
“I know a guy who,� here she grabbed his cock, and sighed “does wonderful work…�
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