Frustrated cuckold

Jason wasn’t having a good day. Work had been hard, his students a nightmare, and his boss had torn him a new-one in his office, berating him for being a useless failure who wasn’t good enough for the kids. Now he was stuck in traffic, air con not working and sun blazing through the window, his body sticky and uncomfortable.

There was an intense pressure in his crotch. He hadn’t cum in days. His fiancé had promised him a blowjob on the weekend and, being a once a day sort of man, he didn’t want to knock one out and then deprive himself of this bi-monthly bit of attention. But he’d wanted all day Saturday only for her to go to bed early, and Sunday she was in a foul mood with him over… something, so it never happened. Living in hope, he kept off his now nearly constantly hard 6’2 member, but it was Wednesday now and things sure as Hell weren’t getting easier. Taking a hand from the wheel he kneaded himself sideways, sending a pang on longing through him, and for a second he considered whipping himself out and dealing with the situation in traffic.

No, Alison said again yesterday that she’d definitely blow him today. He’d risk the arrest for doing it in public, but not missing his chance.

After an hour he got home.

“Honey, I’m back!” he shouted. Silence.

The house was a tip. Alison’s daughter had left her shit everywhere, again. Never mind, push the frustration down.

Alison was in the kitchen when he went through, her back to him. “Hi gorgeous, you had a good day?” Jason smiled. His eyes went to her pert bubble bum and amazing hips and he imagined bending her over the counter and pushing himself inside her.

“Ugh,” she said turning around. “Violet has been a nightmare. Six times I told her to tidy her room and it’s still a tip. Plus my feet are aching from being on them all day.”

“Oh no. Well I’ll go get a shower and after we’ve eaten we can go up early and rub each other if you want?”

“Yeah cool, that’d be great.”

Excited but trying to seem casual, Jason stripped naked while they continued to talk, hoping the sight of his semi-turgid cock would help entice her. She barely looked at it, and when she did it was with a sneer. Not being deterred, he threw them in the washing basket and ran upstairs.

He was thorough in his cleaning, spending extra time on his cock and balls. Alison never touched his balls, said it was gross, and when she gave him a blowjob she never went much past the head (it was clear her heart was never in the venture), yet he wanted to make sure he was as fresh as possible for her.

After dinner she lay on the sofa, her size 5 feet in his lap for him to rub as they watched TV. She groaned as he got his fingers deep into the muscles of the foot, and after twenty minutes he moved onto the second one. Subtly, he pulled his hard cock out his pants and put them between her feet, and as he rubbed her he pressed them together and thrust himself between them. She sighed at him, but didn’t say no, and he took that as consent.

Slowly his rubbing of her decreased and the focus on his own pleasure rose, as he thrust himself faster and pushed her feet closer together, feeling a volcanic eruption building in his balls. Then, suddenly there was a shit-tonne, of banging of the stairs. The brat was coming down. Quickly, Jason hid his cock (not so much out of modesty, but he knew if he didn’t Alison would be annoyed and then everything was fucked).

“What you guys doing?” Violet screeched in her high-pitch drawl, skidding into the room.

“Just watching TV,” Alison said. “Have you sorted your room?”

“Yeah.” Clearly lying.

Before Jason knew what was happening, mother and daughter were upstairs, Alison shouting about how she’d had enough etc. etc., Jason sat downstairs feeling like his balls were the size of watermelons.

After five minutes and a couple of slammed doors, everything went silent. Jason waited patiently, quietly rubbing himself through his shorts, but there was no sign of Alison coming back down, so he made his way upstairs.

He found her sat naked on the bed, playing with her phone. It was hard to believe by looking at her she’d ever been pregnant, her large breasts still firm, stomach flat and without marks. It had been twelve years, he supposed, yet it was still impressive. His cock throbbed painfully as he admired her.

“You alright?” He said, going onto the bed next to her and unsubtly rubbing himself against her leg like a dog, running her hand up her thigh.

“Get off me please, it’s too hot,” she snapped, not looking at him.

Reluctantly he removed his hand and pulled back slightly, though his cock objected greatly.

“Are you alright to rub me now, please?” He asked, feeling and sounding totally . You’re literally begging for it, you pathetic dick, he thought to himself.

Alison sighed incredulously as if he’d asked her to make him a ten-course-meal and empty her bank account into his.

“Ugh,” she said. Not a great start. “Can’t you just sort yourself out? I’m not really in mood to do anything now.”

With that, she went back to her phone, conversation over.