Solid Plan

"What the hell are you doing with my wife's car, kid?"

In Kyle's mind the question suddenly became much larger than just about the car. Kyle's heart pounded in his chest as tried his best not to look like he was on his way to fuck Tom's wife on their kitchen table. "Emmmm," good Kyle, make it look like you are just a stupid pervy teen..... "Emmmmm," Okay Kyle, don't overdo it!

"Well, sir, you see..." Good, now say something! "I use it to go to the mall." Kyle smiled as if this was the answer to all of Tom's questions. In fact, why the hell of he getting asked? "Emmm, Mr. Taylor, I thought you had your work in the morning, and you only get back in the afternoon? Did you get a day off today?" He hoped that he was playing it cool enough.

Tom's eyes narrowed, and Kyle suddenly understood that his rhetoric skills were not enough to get him out of this one. Tom stepped closer, his towering frame making Kyle feel much smaller than his chubby physique would suggest.

"I asked about the car, kid, not my schedule," Tom said, his voice sharp. "Why are you driving my wife's car around town? And why the hell does she let you?"

Kyle swallowed hard, his mind racing. He could feel the tingling pressure in his head—the familiar sign of his power stirring. He hated relying on it, but this situation wasn’t looking good.

"Uh... well..." Kyle stammered, pretending to shuffle awkwardly. "Mrs. Taylor—uh, Emma—she pays me to do some errands, uh, helping her out with some stuff. Like... groceries."

Tom’s brow furrowed deeply, his eyes scanning Kyle like he was trying to solve a puzzle. "Really? Because Emma told me something else entirely."

Now, Kyle has only two options here - to run or to double down. Kyle shifted on his feet, his mind racing. Running wasn’t an option—Tom would catch him in two strides, and he was not really sure if his mindfuckery would help him then. That left doubling down.

"Uh, well, sir, I’m not sure what she told you exactly," Kyle began, forcing a sheepish grin onto his face. "But I promise, I’m just trying to help her out. She’s been so kind," Okay, make a dreamy face here, make it look that you are what you look like - a pervy teen, and confuse your enemy - Sun Tzu (maybe). "And I am just happy to help, you know."

"Now, boy! If you ever—" Tom stopped mid-sentence, realizing he was about to get jealous and frustrated over something he couldn't quite put his finger on. He took a deep breath, trying to maintain control, but there was an edge to his voice that Kyle could feel deep in his bones.

"Listen, kid," Tom said, his posture shifting slightly, his eyes still sharp. "I don't know what you're up to, but Emma told me she’s been trying to help you ‘man up.’ Said you were this... soft kid who needed a little tough love. That’s why she gives you all these responsibilities." He gestured toward the car, his tone skeptical. "And looking at you now, I can’t say she was wrong."

Kyle’s cheeks flushed. He wasn’t sure if the heat came from embarrassment or irritation. Man up? Tough love? Kyle knew exactly who was getting some tough love once he gets out of this mess! It was Tom's wife, that is who! "I didn't know that was what she meant, Mr. Taylor," he said, trying to keep his voice steady. "I've just been trying to be helpful."

Tom looked at Kyle with a smug, definitely unsuited on his face, "Well yes, that is exactly why she let's you ride her car," Kyle made his best not to make a snarky comment here. "But let me tell you something, Kyle. I don't mind my wife's pet project, but trust me, if you ever do something that makes her unhappy..." Tom's voice trailed off as his eyes narrowed further, his glare trying to cut through Kyle's skull. And honestly Kyle would have being quite terrified.

"Mr. Taylor, but you ARE fine with Emma trying to tough me up." A sudden streak of pain in his temples made Kyle very much aware of the limits of his power. He had to be careful here, but the sudden confused look on Tom's face was worth it.

"I mean, yes. That is what I said!" Tom looked a moment to gather his thoughts, his eyes looking as he was not sure about what he was saying. "I am just worried about her not telling me this."

Kyle pressed forward, a little more cautiously this time, trying to maximize the power without causing himself too much pain. "Mr. Taylor, I mean, your wife would NEVER lie to you." The sudden rush of pressure in his temples made him wince, but he powered through, letting his words settle into Tom's mind. "She's been so supportive, and I’m sure she’s just trying to help me become the man I need to be. I know it must seem strange, but you can trust her." Kyle’s voice held a subtle, almost coaxing tone, designed to plant seeds of doubt in Tom’s mind.

Tom’s eyes flickered, confusion momentarily replacing the sharp edge in his gaze. The tension in his posture slackened just slightly. Kyle could feel the tug of influence at work, the subtle but unmistakable shift in Tom’s thinking.

"Well..." Tom muttered, rubbing his chin, clearly wrestling with the thoughts swirling in his head. "I guess... Emma does have a good heart. And she is right - it's not a big deal." Tom muttered, rubbing his forehead. "And I should just let it go for now.... Don’t make me regret it, kid. Emma’s a good woman, and I don’t want to see her taken advantage of."

Kyle nodded enthusiastically, mentally exhaling with relief. "Of course, Mr. Taylor. I’d never do that." As Tom turned to walk away, Kyle felt the pressure in his mind ease, and he let out a quiet sigh. The mindfuckery had saved him this time, but he knew he had to be more careful and planing going forward. It would be very hard to explain to Tom why his wife was naked, covered in his seed and had Kyle's cock in her vagina, if he suddenly decided to check on his wife on one of these days... So, Kyle though, what I need is a plan... A good, robust, extremely perverted plan.

His thoughts occupied him until he reached Tayor's house. He walked through the front door and immediately felt the familiar warmth of Emma's presence. She was in the kitchen, her apron tied around her waist, her hair pulled back into a ponytail that bounced slightly as she moved.

"Hi, Kyle," she sang, noticing him enter. "Sorry for not giving you a heads up about Tom, he is a real pain in the ass." She winked at him, her grey eyes sparkling with mischief, "Do you want your cheating slut to make you feel better?"

Kyle's heart raced at her words, his dick stirring in his pants. Hearing her say it out loud, especially with Tom's warning still ringing in his ears, made it all the more exciting. He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself.

"Emma," he began, his voice a little shaky. "I need a plan!" He tried to sound confident, but the thought of her husband finding them like this was too much.

Emma slowly dropped to her knees, her grey eyes never leaving Kyle's. The fabric of her apron brushed against the floor as she leaned closer, her intentions clear. The smell of freshly baked cookies filled the kitchen, but it was the scent of her perfume that was most intoxicating to him. She unzipped his pants with a practiced ease, pulling out his already hard cock.

"Well, sir. What kind of plan are you talking about?" Emma asked, her voice low and seductive as she took Kyle's thick, pulsing member into her mouth. The sound of her wet lips sliding along his shaft was the only noise in the otherwise silent kitchen. She looked up at him with excitement and curiosity.

It is not that Kyle was not getting used to getting a blowjob from his best hot neighbor's MILF, but every time it felt like a new adventure. The feeling of Emma’s hot, wet mouth around his cock was incredible, and her skills were something he would never get tired of... Okay, he had to focus. He had to think of a way to keep this little secret of theirs from getting out.

"Maybe we stop meeting at your house? We could use my place," Kyle suggested, his eyes never leaving hers as she worked his cock with her lips. He had to admit, the idea of Tom walking in on them was thrilling, but the reality of the situation was too risky.

Emma paused, her mouth still hovering over his cock, a smirk playing on her lips. "But, Kyle," she said, her voice muffled by his cock, "this would even more suspicious if I were to start going to your house everyday."

Kyle's eyes rolled back in his head as Emma took him in deeper, her tongue swirling around his tip. He gripped her hair gently, pushing her back down as he thought. "Okay," he murmured, trying to keep his voice steady. "Different plan, what if we go to the mall?"

Emma pulled away, her eyes gleaming with excitement as she took a deep breath. "The mall?" she repeated, her voice a little raspy. "Where you have your blond minx to fuck?" For a moment Kyle though Emma sounded a bit jealous, "I mean, I would love to, but I think it has the same issue. Plus, I don't know if I can keep my mouth off of you in public for to long."

Kyle's cock twitched at the thought of Sandra, "Okay," he said, his voice strained. "But we have to have some kind of reason to meet and not arouse suspicion."

Emma looked up at him, her eyes filled with lust and determination. "How about this?" she suggested, her cheek resting against his thigh. "We do the same as before, and tell Tom that I decided to make you more responsible." Her mouth went back to work, her tongue teasing the underside of his cock as she talked, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin gently. "He's already convinced that you're just my little project."

Kyle's hips bucked slightly at the sensation, his mind racing with both pleasure and the need to punish this slut for her chicki-comments. "Fuck," he murmured, his hand tightening in her hair. "I can think of one person here who need some 'tough love' in her life."

Emma giggled around his cock, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Well then, punish me, daddy! Show me how much of a man you really are," she taunted, her mouth working him with renewed enthusiasm.

Kyle's mind raced as he felt the familiar heat building in his balls. He pushed her head down further, watching with satisfaction as her eyes widened and she gagged around his thick shaft. "Take it then!"

Her eyes watered as she took him deep into her throat, her nose pressing against his pubic hair. Kyle could see the struggle in her face, the way her cheeks hollowed out as she tried to breathe around his cock. The sound of her **** gasps made him grab her hair even tighter, pushing her down until she could take no more.

"You like that, don't you, slut?" he growled, his voice thick with lust. "You like feeling like you're about to die on my cock."

Emma's eyes rolled back in her head, her grip on the edge of the counter tightening as she nodded frantically, making Kyle cockhead hit the back of her throat. Her breathing was becoming more ragged, her chest heaving against the kitchen counter. Kyle could feel the tension building, his balls tightening as he approached climax.

"I'm gonna cum, slut," he warned, his voice gruff with need. "You better swallow it all."

Emma looked up at him, her eyes watering, and nodded again. Kyle watched as she braced herself, her full lips stretching around his girth as he thrust into her mouth one final time, holding her in place as he came. The first spurt hit the back of her throat, making her ****, her eyes tearing up as she tried to swallow around his thick shaft. She coughed and sputtered, her nose running as she struggled to keep his cum from spilling out of her mouth.

The second and third shots filled her mouth, and she had to swallow quickly, her cheeks bulging as she tried to keep up with the deluge. Kyle felt a perverse thrill watching her fight to take all of him, her throat convulsing as she worked to keep from gagging.

"Good girl," he murmured, his hand releasing her hair as his orgasm subsided. "You took it all."

Emma pulled away, her face red and tear-streaked, gasping for air. She looked up at him, a mix of shock and arousal on her face. "Thank you, daddy!" she whispered, her voice hoarse. "Do you want to go to the bedroom and make your slut cum?"

Kyle chuckled, "Sure thing," tucking his now-softening cock back into his pants. Emma smiled and clothed her apron, hiding her mellons from view as she stood up. "Let's go?"

But fate had other plans. A quick turn of the key, and the front door opened. "What the—"