A Night With Ms. Davis

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Tommy walked to Kevin’s house. Trekked the six miles with a beanie over his messy black hair, a backpack on his shoulders. It was two hours to midnight, cold enough that his breath made a cloud on every exhale, but he didn’t care. Fuck if he was staying at his house. Not after he watched his dad ‘sneak’ a bottle into the back bedroom. Left before the bastard could come back out.After jogging up the steps of a modest home, Tommy rang the bell. Kevin’s mom answered the door.Ms. Davis was still in her form-fitting nurse regalia. Though she was glad to see him, her heart sank.“Thomas.”“Sorry to bother you so late, Ms. Davis.”She reached out and grabbed his arm before he finished speaking, led him inside and shut the door. When she pulled him in for a hug, he froze. This wasn’t the first time he’d shown up at an odd hour, nor the first time she’d hugged him, but he reacted just the same.Ms. Davis wasn’t quite as tall as Tommy, her head on his chest as she embraced him. She was warm and smelled wonderful; the smell of a woman, someone who’d been a mother for years.“You’re always welcome here. You know that.”It tore Ms. Davis apart that she couldn’t help Tommy. Not in any way that she hadn’t already. Tommy’s eighteenth birthday was next month, graduation the month after, and he’d be free soon enough. Whenever Tommy came calling, she always said letting him stay was the least she could do.“Kevin’s up there somewhere.” She waved him on, and he thanked her quietly. Tommy wasn’t a big talker. Up the stairs and to the left, Kevin jumped up to greet him, ditching his console controller.“Again?” he asked as they bumped fists.“It was just a fifth, but I left before he drank it.”“Good. My mom let you in?”“Yeah.”“Word. You hungry?” Tommy shrugged. He was always hungry. “You know where the kitchen is,” Kevin responded to his non-committal. Tommy nodded a ‘thank you’.Without further inquiry, Kevin dropped back on his bed and resumed his game. They’d been best friends since eighth grade; Kevin knew Tommy would want some time to himself, especially on a night like this. Tommy took the silent offer and migrated to the bathroom across the hall.He showered. Spent twenty minutes under the scalding spray.His thoughts were a vicious tide in a dark ocean, each one washing over his head, threatening to drown him. Instead of fighting for air, Tommy swam down. Deep enough not even the loathing current could reach him.His mind finally quiet.And then, Ms. Davis rippled the water.Lauren Davis; the epitome of the perfect mom. The perfect MILF. Tommy was often caught between wanting her to be his own mother, escort beylikdüzü and wanting to fuck her senseless. Sometimes he resented Kevin for having someone who cared about him. Of course, he knew that was illogical–it wasn’t Kevin’s fault. Sometimes he entertained the thought that maybe someday Ms. David would give him a chance. Maybe she’d seduce him… Tommy knew he was far too nervous to make a move himself. Ms. Davis liked him, there was no way he’d risk fucking that up.Another twenty minutes later, Tommy exited the bathroom, dressed in the fresh set of clothes he brought. Across the hall, Kevin’s bedroom light was off. He almost felt bad for taking so long, but knew Kevin would have gone to bed soon anyway. It was a school night.Tommy grabbed his backpack and walked barefoot down the stairs. Slipped out the sliding door to the backyard. He took a seat in one of the patio chairs and began smacking a small box against his palm.His dad definitely remembered to take the whiskey but left the new pack of smokes on the counter.Tommy peeled it open, flipped a lucky, and pulled out a cig, lighting it under the stars. He dragged on it in silence until the cherried end was near the filter. Then, he heard the door slide open.Tommy immediately flicked the butt behind him.Ms. Davis stepped out, dressed in her pajamas, a mug in her hands. She paused on seeing him.“Thomas. What are you doing out here?”“Nothing.” He shook his head. The longer she watched him, the more suspicious she grew. Stepping toward him, her silk shorts revealed the swell of her hips nicely. He cleared his throat as she sat in the chair beside him. Ms. Davis reached up to tousle his damp hair.“Are you okay, Thomas?” He nodded. “Do you want to talk about it?”He gave her a look that said, Do I ever? She smiled. “Have you eaten yet?” Tommy nodded again. She didn’t believe him. Stared at him until he finally looked up, and eventually, smiled back. “How many times do I have to tell you? There’s no need for you to be bashful about eating my food. I’m more insulted when you don’t eat.”Tommy considered that.“Come on. Let’s find you something.”Ms. Davis pulled him by the hand, back through the glass door and into the kitchen. She reheated yesterday’s lasagna and gave Tommy the plate. Watched him eat the whole thing as she drank her coffee. She leaned over the opposite end of the island as they talked about his senior year, and Tommy tried desperately to ignore the view of her breasts. He could feel his eyes glazing as he attempted to keep her cleavage in his peripheral.At last, she stood up.“Do escort akbatı you need a new toothbrush?”Tommy decided not to lie this time. Just nodded and looked guilty. She laughed a little.“Well, the last thing you want’s a trip to the dentist. Come with me.”After rinsing her mug, Ms. Davis led the way up the stairs, past Kevin’s room to the end of the hall. Tommy entered her room behind her. Gray and muted teals were draped in every soft fabric you can think of. He tried not to look around; it felt personal.Standing in the master bathroom, Ms. Davis and Tommy brushed their teeth together. Tommy noticed the sway of her chest with her motion, and his cock began to stir as it did downstairs. Jesus fuck, could he not escape her for a moment?Tommy quickly finished, rinsed his mouth, and shook the toothbrush dry.“Oh, I need to get you a blanket,” Ms. Davis remembered, turning off the faucet.Tommy followed her to the hall, stood behind her as she reached into the closet. On her tippy-toes, Tommy couldn’t help but look at her round thighs. The slight jiggle of her otherwise perfectly firm ass.The moment he allowed himself the full view, his erection grew to its potential, which he met with instant regret when she turned back around.“This is why I need you boys here: to reach the top shelf.” She stepped back. “Can you grab that blanket, Thomas?”Tommy swallowed the dryness in his throat, stepped beside her, and reached up. Praying she wouldn’t notice the bulge in his pants. As he came back down, folded fleece in hand, he found himself toe-to-toe with a stone-still Ms. Davis.She noticed.Heart pounding with the fear of being in trouble for his predicament, Tommy didn’t move. Didn’t know what to say. He watched her gaze travel up from his zipper, coming to rest on his eyes. Whatever she saw there made her wet her lips.Tommy held his breath.She rose to her toes, wrapped a hand around the back of his neck, and he still refused to believe it. There was no way. When their mouths touched, reality immediately meant nothing.Her soft warmth was his truth: The only thing that made sense. Tommy closed his eyes. Breathed her in. Kissed her back.Ms. Davis was reeling. What was she doing? She didn’t know. But she wanted more. When she kissed him harder, his reaction wasn’t what either of them expected.Tommy grabbed her waist, turned, and pushed her back to the wall. She gasped. He pressed; his mouth, his body. She received.In the pitch hallway, silent as midnight ought to be, Tommy and Ms. Davis silently said goodbye to normal. Crossed the boundaries of their relationship. Fell escort beylikdüzü into the rush of temptation.“Shh,” Ms. Davis hissed, pressing a thumb to his lips when his panting threatened to drift down the hallway and into a certain bedroom.She pulled him back into her room.As her dainty hand turned the lock on the knob, Tommy grew more nervous than he’d ever been. More aroused than he’d ever been. He came in the shower not an hour prior–thinking of her–and there he was, aching once more. He felt like he could go for hours, and he didn’t even know how.Ms. Davis pulled her silk top over her head, revealing her full breasts; their weight and shape, her puffy nipples.“Holy shit,” Tommy breathed.“Watch that mouth, Thomas,” she warned, bare chest pressing to his tee as she pulled him down for another kiss. She helped him out of his shirt. His hands were in her hair as she worked on his belt.“Oh my god.” Her shock was so genuine, for a moment, Tommy was worried. Her hand on his warm, hard dick was wonderful. He saw no issue.“What?”She stroked it. His breath caught.“This is big.” Tommy actually blushed at her declaration. “Has anyone ever sucked this for you, Thomas?”JesusfuckingChrist.Should he ever suffer a heart attack, Tommy now knows exactly how to get it pumping again. Ms. Davis could whisper that in his ear even after death, and he would rise.Tommy simply shook his head ‘no’.Ms. Davis guided him backward until he sat on her bed. His body was lean and muscular. Her round curves were better than his fantasies. When she dropped to her knees, topless, his imagination would forever pale in comparison. Hand around his girth, Ms. Davis watched him as she opened her mouth, leaned forward, and delicately licked the massive vein on the underside of his cock. “Oh god,” Tommy groaned, fisting the bedding beneath him.His shaft was hot and thick, pulsing in her grasp. Once more, she ran her soft tongue along his length, and at the tip, kissed it sweetly.A million conflicting thoughts ran through her head as his eyes burned into her, but one thing every facet of her could agree on was that Tommy was fucking delicious. Attractive in a light she was guilty for noticing. A man in his own right; forced to grow up quick, though still young.Ms. Davis grabbed his wrists and forced his hands into her hair, encouraging him to guide her, then took his cock and moved it down her throat.Tommy felt a thousand shocks, the gesture electric.“Damn,” he sighed, holding her head.She came up an inch and went down two more. Tommy tried not to moan. Tried to relax his already too-tight sack. Her throat was wet and tight, her tongue affectionate. She couldn’t get him all in her mouth, but not one inch of his length was neglected. She was skilled. She was beautiful. Ms. Davis knew what she was doing, and she was doing it on him. His toes curled.

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