Every Touch is Ooh La La La

“Are you being serious? If this is a joke, it’s not very funny.”

He chickened out. He was a coward. A yellow-bellied good-for-nothing. Looking into those big brown eyes of hers, his conviction and composure slipped and he just couldn’t bring himself to break her heart again. After all they’d been though, getting hit by her dad’s car, the threesome with Ashley, meeting by the waterfall as he ran from the revelation that Robert might be his biological father, working so hard to free her from jail and then recommitting himself to her in this very house just last night, how could he tell her that instead of coming home he’d been at the office getting a blowjob from his own mother.

It seemed easier just to put it off. Now wasn’t the right time. All of the trauma in her life was just too fresh right now. Hell, her father was still being held by the police. If he broke up with her now, amidst all those difficulties, he’d just be an even bigger asshole, like choosing to break up with her on Valentine’s Day or her birthday. So, he told himself that it was better to wait, after life had calmed down a little, but it was a lie he told himself that he didn’t even believe. He wasn’t concerned about her feelings; he was thinking of his own skin.

Still, he had to tell her something. Acting like he had something to say and then blowing it off would only have looked more suspicious. Instead, he told her another secret, which wasn’t difficult. His life seemed to abound with secrets these days. But there was only one secret big enough to cover his own betrayal, and that was one of another treachery.

“It’s not a joke,” Zack said, smiling softly from the end of the sofa. “That’s really what’s going to happen with the Company.”

“Are you sure about this?” Lisa asked, nervously. “You just said how much you were beginning to admire Mr. Ravers, and after all they’ve done, after how Heather helped me, they’ll hate you. You took their company away from them.”

“I agree with Daniel though, there really wasn’t any other way,” Zack shrugged and leaned back against the armrest. “Besides it doesn’t matter if I’m sure or not, it’s already done. The board had the emergency meeting tonight. I haven’t heard the results because I was busy in the office tying up a few loose ends, but I’d be very surprised if the outcome was any different than what Daniel predicted. He said Mr. Zurburgg guaranteed that he’d be the next CEO.”

“That means you’re out of a job then,” Lisa noted. “Seems weird, helping to get yourself fired, but I can understand why you did it. It’s a pity though.” She leaned forward again, over him, and caressed his chest though the white shirt. “I was just beginning to like the idea of my businessman boyfriend, and trips to the office, maybe surprising you for lunch.”

Zack laughed anxiously. It was certainly a good thing he wasn’t going to be CEO anymore if he was going to start running the risk of Lisa showing up to surprise him at the office, only to find his own mother had beaten her to the punch. Not that he expected it to ever happen again. The way his mother had run from the room made it clear she regretted it almost as much as he did, even if her mouth around his cock was one of the most wonderful feelings in the world.

“Y-yeah, it was a lot of hard work, but I surprised myself by how much I enjoyed it actually. I think I’d like to go into business and maybe, someday, have my own company,” Zack mused, lowering his hands to grip Lisa’s waist as he felt her fingers snake in through the opening between his shirt buttons, the warmth of her palm directly on his chest. “Even the corporate espionage was kind of fun, like being a spy in a Cold War novel.”

“That’s if the Ravers don’t kill you first,” she said, lowering herself between his own legs, feeling his hardness prodding her thigh, as she rested her head on his shoulder and drew circles on his bare chest with a solitary, tantalizing finger. “I guess that’s why Heather postponed her party.”

“She did?”

“You didn’t get the message?” With her free hand, Lisa reached into a pocket and produced her phone, lifting it to Zack’s eyeline. It was fairly simple, no reason given, just explaining that the party was being moved to the day after tomorrow.

“I must have been driving,” Zack thought aloud, looking at the time stamp. “It doesn’t really surprise me. As much as the company is Robert’s legacy, it was also her chance to live up to that legacy, to do her father proud. She’ll want to be involved in finding out what happened.”

“And you took it from her.” Lisa put her phone away and leaned up to kiss him, taking her hand from his chest to stroke his face. “Please, be safe.”

“They aren’t Yakuza, or Mafioso, they aren’t actually going to hurt me. Although, I may not be welcome at that party, or at the Ravers Cabin at all, ever again.” He reached up and stroked her hair to console her. “Daniel’s family, but after tomorrow I’ll probably go back to being nobody to them again.”

“Aw, I was looking forward to going to the party, seeing everyone again. Even Ashley and Heather, if you can imagine it. I never got a chance to thank them for all that they did to keep me out of prison.” She looked at him, a teasing smile forming on her lips. “Though obviously I understand why you can’t go. Think I’d still be welcome if I went without you?”

“Oi, you’re supposed to be on my side,” Zack said, aware of the hypocrisy. Tickling her sides, she squirmed against his fingers, inadvertently rubbing her pelvis against his hardening cock.

“Mmmmm, maybe I can make it up to you…” She kissed his lips as her hands slid down his body, ignoring his shirt and its buttons this time, making straight for his belt buckle. Undone, she slipped her hand beneath his open pants, feeling the length of his cock clothed in his underwear. Hearing him gasp, she pulled her mouth back with a smile. “…somehow.”

“N-No!” He said suddenly, her open lips and her little pink, wet tongue making it easy to foretell what she planned to do next. But he couldn’t help imagine that she might taste his mother on his cock, or see the remnants of his last climax still clinging to his tip, or even just smell how dirty it was, unwashed from its last use only a couple hours prior.

Yet, as her fingers danced along his clothed member, he couldn’t say no to her touch completely. Hard again, with lust clouding his mind, he desired nothing more than to bury his cock in his gorgeous Latina girlfriend’s tight snatch. Some part of him knew it made him even scummier, to cheat on her only to come home and fuck her with the same cock another woman, his own mother, had sucked, but with her hand on his cock, and looking up at him with those seductive dark brown eyes, he couldn’t resist.

“I mean, you don’t have to, you already gave me a blow job this morning and, and I’m ready to go.” To make the point, he thrusted his cock harder into her hand as he sat up and kissed her, wrapping a hand in her hair as he pulled her close. “Let’s just go upstairs and move on to the main event, shall we?”

“Mmmm, you’re definitely ready, alright…well, if you’re sure…” She hummed as his lips moved down her neck while she continued to stroke him through his boxers. Perhaps she should have been more perturbed that her boyfriend was turning down a free offer of a blowjob, but then when it came to a choice between pussy and mouth, she guessed it wasn’t a surprise that any normal straight guy would go straight for the kitty. “But we don’t have to go upstairs.”

“Here?” He asked, glancing towards the stairs just behind the couch. If Susan Rivera were to come down for any reason, she’d be instantly presented with the sight of her daughter getting fucked on the living room sofa. “I’m not sure I’m ready for your mum to see me like that again, so soon after this morning.”

Lisa released his cock and laid on her back on the sofa, legs spread, her thighs resting on his, silently and sexily tempting him to join her. “My bedroom is right next to hers. If we go upstairs, she’d much more likely to hear us than down here.”

“Okay, but I want plausible deniability.” He slid down on to the couch, behind her, her soft, round rear pressing back against his hard cock. Reaching up, he grabbed the knitted afghan that hung over the back of the sofa and pulled it down around them, hiding much of their spooning bodies from view.

The Latina simply purred in response, as Zack reached beneath the blanket and tugged her pajama shorts down, along with her panties, not far, just enough to bare her ass and the sweet clam just below. He could already feel the damp heat radiating off her as he pushed his own trousers and boxers down, exposing his hard cock. The slimy wet head bounced out and nudged Lisa’s bare ass with a light slap, marking her with his pre-cum. A soft moan rose from her lips, giving voice to her arousal when she felt his hardness make contact with her uncovered flesh.

“W-wait, wait,” she called out breathlessly. “While I was out with my mum, she gave me something.” Her hand dove beneath the blanket, returning with a square wrapper held between her index and middle finger. “I…I know I let you cum inside me last night, and I’m not complaining. I think I preferred it that way for my first time. But my mum give me some today…I guess she was worried since she knows we’re sexually active after this morning, and…we only just got back on track, we don’t want to get pregnant…do we? Do you mind?”

He could have kicked himself for being so irresponsible. Again, he was so concerned with covering up his own infidelity, he hadn’t even thought about protection. Not that he even had any on him. All the rubbers Heather and Kurt brought back from the clinic were in a glass bowl beneath the coffee table in the living room of the cabin.

“No, of course not,” he said, reaching up and taking the condom from her hand. “Sorry, I should have thought…”

“No, I didn’t mean to make you feel bad, I never gave it a second thought until my mum came downstairs and just handed them to me. I don’t think she bought them while we were out shopping so I don’t even want to think about where they came from,” she replied, assuming as Zack did that they were from her parent’s personal stash. She giggled and hummed as she felt Zack’s fingers poke against her ass as he blindly opened the wrapper, placed the rubber on his tip, and rolled it down his shaft. “I was going to, um, put it on myself while I was…well…”

“Shit, sorry, If I had known.” Inwardly he directed a few extra curses towards himself. How could he had been so stupid to cheat on this amazing girl? Again!

The knowledge that his lies and deceit had already begun to have adverse effect on his sex life with Lisa was almost enough to make him push her away. He didn’t deserve her, didn’t deserve the touch of her soft, warm body, to feel the heat of her stick arousal rising from between her legs to be gazed at by those beautiful brown eyes that made him feel like the center of the universe or smiled at by those full, sultry lips. But it was by those same attributes that his fingers dug into her hips and took his cock in hand, guiding it between her thighs.

“Let me make it up to you,” he whispered in her ear as his rubbered cock slipped inside her moist center.

Even all wrapped up, he could still feel her slick insides grip his shaft. Though she was so aroused, so wet, that he was able to slide inside without much resistance, he felt also felt the tight squeeze of her youthful pussy, spasming softly just from being filled. Listening to her moan, Zack took hold of her hips, gently pulling her back against his thrusts, sliding out and entering her again, working his thick cock all the way into her. As he stretched her out, reshaping her insides to his cock, her moans grew ever louder.

To keep from being heard upstairs, Lisa leaned back against Zack and turned her head, planting her mouth on his and burying her groans on his tongue. They kissed, lips smacking, as their lower bodies ground together, his cock finally completely inside, her buttocks pressed right against his pelvis. With her body so close, he was able to reach around her with ease and slip his hand down her front, finding her clit with his fingers. She moaned again on his tongue, harder this time, as his digits tapped her sensitive nub in time with the small rotations of his hips, grinding the ridges of his cock along the walls of her puss.

Gasping she pulled her mouth from his, sucking in air, as the double **** of his fingers on the outside and his cock inside, pushed the wind from her lungs and made her mind go blank. She turned her head the other way, half sinking her face in to the sofa couch to again disguise her groans. A groan that almost became a scream as Zack lengthened the stroke of his thrusts once more, this time adding speed, fucking the hot Latina sideways faster and harder. Lisa, for her part, threw her pussy back in time with his invading cock. Their bodies met with a fleshy clap, muffled by the afghan but clearly recognized by the two teens.

Between the memories of his mother, kneeling at his feet, face covered in cum, still lingering in his mind and the teasing he’d received from Lisa since he stepped in the door, it wasn’t long before Zack felt himself ready to burst. Even with the rubber desensitizing him slightly, the feeling of Lisa’s tight pussy was too exquisite. The pleasure put Zack into a trance of sorts, his only focus: fucking Lisa’s slick hole until he came. His thrusts sped up, delivering quick, hard pumps, while simultaneously, frantically rubbing her clit with his hand. Lisa tried to match his strokes, but her own pleasure had commandeered her motor skills, muscles all over her body beginning to twitch and spasm as he drove her relentlessly towards her own orgasm.

Hers hit first, unsurprisingly. Though she found that a bare cock undeniably felt better, covered or uncovered, a thick, long cock like Zack’s felt good inside her either way. The way it stretched her wide and constantly, consistently, hit all of her most sensitive inner spots made her cum, and hard, so hard she had to sink her teeth into the cushion to keep from screaming bloody **** and no doubt waking the neighbors, never mind her own mother. As her walls clamped down on Zack’s cock, his own orgasm took over and she swore that she could fell the condom swell with his thick, warm cum.

They lay together, bucking idly against the other, riding each other’s climax until both of their bodies slowed to a complete stop, contented. In the afterglow, there was no guilt or shame for Zack, just satisfaction and a nagging voice asking how he could ever give up this amazing woman and her amazing body. The kind of woman he could sit and tell all his problems to, the kind of woman who listened and understood and remained by his side, the kind of woman who, even if he was stressed and tired, could still get him in the mood to fuck. The kind of woman who, after all that, still turned her head, looked up at him with big brown eyes and said;

“You know…my mum gave me a whole pack of rubbers…”

How on God’s green Earth was he ever supposed to let her go?