by Amaya Marie
Being a single mother was a full-time job, not counting all the activities I had to perform at home. My son went to the school I attended. He was a good boy, yet he was not exempt from getting into trouble. That afternoon I got a call from the school, my son had gotten into a fight with one of his classmates. I didn't know the details, yet I was aware that my son was not the kind of kid who got into fights at school. The whole thing puzzled me. I had been summoned immediately to the school to discuss the matter.
I was very upset, what could have been so serious as to drive Nathan to such an extreme? I was about to find out. I left work early. I had no choice; his father was out of the picture. I had to be the one to go to the school to sort things out. Still very upset, I got behind the wheel of my car and drove to school, trying to be careful not to get carried away by anger and uncertainty.
Nathan's teacher was waiting for me with the two boys sitting in front of her. Nathan's eyes widened like saucers when he saw me, he could tell how angry I was, however, I decided to remain calm. "Miss Rickman. What happened? I came as soon as I could." I said with my voice a little shaken, as I had walked very fast from the parking lot. I positioned myself next to Nathan; neither of the two boys had uttered a word.
They were looking at their hands without daring to look, or at the teacher, or at me. I heard everything I needed to hear; apparently the two boys did not get along very well. The disgust I had felt was fading.
That boy looked familiar, I watched him for a few seconds as he continued to stare at his hands, and the glimmer of recognition didn't reach me. "They are just boys, but this behavior is unacceptable." Said the teacher. I stopped paying attention as the threshold of the classroom door was crossed by a man I hadn't seen in a long time. An old flame.
My eyes went straight to him, my jaw dropped several inches. He was the boy's father? "Oh, Mr. Williams, you have finally arrived. I must tell everything one more time." Announced the teacher with a hint of impatience.
There stood Jonathan, comforting his son. He still didn't see me; it seemed that like me, he had left work early in a hurry. When he looked up he met mine, and the surprise was suddenly replaced by a beaming smile, he raised a hand and waved at me. I immediately returned the gesture. We had stopped being interested in what the teacher was saying, she was talking non-stop.
I caught the last sentence she uttered. "So it seems to me that you two should get together, and talk about how these kids could get along better..." To me, it was the best idea in the world. My stomach flipped as if I had jumped off the rung of some ladder when Jon approached me after the meeting.
Our kids were giving each other murderous looks. We ignored them. "If it's okay with you, I'm free tonight, Megan. I had no idea... I mean, we'll have time to talk." He finished with a wide smile. Jon was even more handsome than I remembered. My heart beat faster, and I readily agreed. We exchanged numbers, the meeting would take place at my house. Jon, like me, was a single father.
He had full custody of his son. He had been divorced about two years earlier. We discussed all of this in my living room. We decided that the boys shouldn't see each other for now, we would find a way to get them to get along, or at least stop the fighting. Without intending to, the conversation abruptly shifted to the old days. We remembered how we used to kiss until our lips were swollen after school. Jon was still a very attractive man, and old feelings surfaced.
Sitting on the couch, we had a sudden urge to be closer to each other. As I kissed him, I felt a familiar sensation, I remembered exactly what it was like to kiss him when we were students, and my arousal kicked in without delay. His tongue parted my teeth to work its way down my throat.
His soft lips slid over mine sensuously. I set my drink down on the table in front of me. All my attention was focused on what was happening. He let his hands travel a longer and longer stretch up my leg. If he continued he would get all the way to my center, which felt increasingly soaked from all the fluids oozing out. It was amazing how I was experiencing the same sensations as before.
We needed a more comfortable place. I made sure Nathan was still asleep, and we made our way to my bed. With the light on, the kisses lingered until we felt like our clothes were in the way. He carefully undressed me, kissing and running his tongue over every inch of skin it seemed. The meeting had turned into a night of unprecedented passion. His fingers sought, and parted my labia minora to thrust impetuously into my wet pussy. He kept kissing me as his fingers brought me pleasure. My hand reached his fully erect member, we had never gone so far before.
My body shook at the slightest caress I received from him, I was anxious to feel him inside me. I rolled over on the bed lifting my hips to make him understand what I wanted. He took his time moving his fingers inside my temple as fast as he could.
I tried to keep my moans to a minimum so I covered my mouth with the hand that wasn't scratching Jon's back. I appreciated how my whole body responded, and I had a sharp orgasm that left his fingers totally wet, he pulled them out and took them into his mouth, he was preparing for something more intense.
His pants fell to the floor; his package was the size I always imagined. It was huge. I pulled him in, and he fell on top of me crushing me a little. With one swift movement, he thrust his cock into me. His energetic thrusts told me that he had been lusting after me as much as I had been lusting after him without hardly realizing it. We had been separated for years. For a moment, my moans and gasps escaped my mouth, and I let them out for a few crucial seconds. Jon was moving with boundless fury. His hips rammed me hard.
Then he dropped down beside me, penetrating me sideways. He kissed my neck, silenced my moans with his kisses, his hands went straight to my clit, it felt so good that my cries resumed, as he masturbated me and penetrated me with insane eagerness. I shrank my legs as I felt a second orgasm take hold of me, and Jon pulled his hips back so that his hot semen fell on my buttocks. He flooded them, semen running down my buttock and dripping onto my sheets.
We were left the same way we were, hugging and no longer talking about the past, but about this sensual present that had brought us together again…
