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He looked at the lovely, bare-breasted woman who sat next to him. She had moved from behind the steering wheel and was sitting in the middle of the long front seat. She ran her fingers over his neck and she put her other hand on his leg and slowly moved that hand up his thigh. She did not rush it and Jeff was glad that she was not going to rush. He wanted to take his time with this woman, so that he could feel all the tingling that she could give a boy such as he was.

When Jessica finally worked her hand up to the briefs, she spread her fingers and cupped the cock and the balls, the bulge in the undergarment with her hand. She played with Jeff that way and she leaned close to him and moaned in his ear.

"I bet you are very big, Jeff," she murmured. "I bet you are one hell of a stud."

Jeff just nodded his head. He knew that he was a stud. The woman he had had in Hollywood had said that he was a stud, that he was an excellent lay.

And now the teen-aged boy knew that he would even be better at fucking because he had a new vision to think about when he fucked this woman. He could think about his mother in leather.

His mother was so sexy, even now. He thought about her as the blonde woman played with his bulge and he remembered that his mother was blonde too, blonde and fresh-faced and pretty with big tits. She had been a star and she had deserved to be one too.

Jessica wanted to hurry up and fuck this young man, but she did not want to do it in the car. She wanted to be comfortable in her fucking and she had already planned this part out, had already sought out a very private, very natural place to fuck Jeff Billings.

"Let's get out of the car," she said softly.

When Jeff nodded his head, agreed to her suggestion, the journalist moved away from him and opened the door on her side of the car. Jeff got out on the other side and stood there in his briefs and waited for her to come around to him and take his hand and lead him to where she wanted him to go.

She led him to a spot surrounded by trees, a lovely, soft spot of earth that seemed very natural to the journalist on this night in late spring.

There, he stood on the ground and watched as the bare-titted, blonde woman lowered herself to her knees in front of him.

His mother in leather. That vision ran through his mind and got mixed up with the sight that he was really seeing at that moment, the sight of the blonde woman kneeling before him and running her hands over the back of his legs and looking up at him as if he were a god that she were worshipping. But, in his mind, the woman who knelt before him was not this pretty stranger who had picked him up in front of the library. It was his mother, dressed in leather, kneeling before him and begging him to make her happy for the first time in her life.

Jeff would do anything for his mother.

He looked down on Jessica and smiled. That smile and his silence made him special to the journalist. She wanted to give him pleasure and get pleasure from him. He would be a stud. She was sure of that. She pressed the side of her face to the bulge in his jockey shorts, using it almost like a pillow. She rested there for a moment and thought of nothing, not of her career and not of the scoop that she wanted. She only felt warm with that cock pulsing against the side of her face like something that was alive and powerful, like something that was yearning to give her all that she wanted in life.

It had been months since she had actually had a fucking that she had enjoyed. The guy who had led her to Marsha Billings and her family had not been very good and the men in Boston, the man who told her that they could do great things for her, were not very good either. But this boy would be good. She just knew it. He had had some experience and he was young and trim and handsome and feverishly eager but willing to wait. He was everything that a woman wanted in a man, Jessica thought.

The journalist ran her face over the bulge slowly and felt the pulsing from that cock move through her own body as if she were strangely connected to Jeff, as if they were part of the same, lustful creature.

Then she pulled her face away from him and looked up at him again as he smiled down in silence and she put her fingers under the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down. She pulled them down with a slow, steady motion, the kind that a woman uses with a man when she knows that he will be good and when she wants to prolong things until everything is just right.

The jockey shorts came down with ease and the cock, that thing that had been yearning to get out of captivity for so long, jumped out at Jessica. It was long and fat and the soft, light hair that grew at the base of it made it look even bigger to her eyes. She looked up at the boy's face again and she could not get over the idea that he was just a boy and that, somehow, a man's throbbing prick had been grafted onto his boyish body. He was a man-child, the type that she really liked, the type that she had liked from the first moment that she had started to fuck when she was fifteen years old. There was something about Jeff's youthful, silent sexiness that seemed to infect Jessica. They were made for each other, she thought again and she felt young too even though she was not all that old. She felt girlish, more girlish that she had been in years. She was no longer the tough professional journalist. She was a little girl looking at the body of a boy that she wanted more than anything else in the whole world.

"I want to suck your cock," she said softly, looking up at Jeff.

The boy nodded.

Quickly, Jessica pulled the jockey shorts down his legs and held them for him to step out of the undergarments. When he was naked, Jessica leaned against his legs and kissed them and tasted the sweetness of his flesh. She licked the almost hairless flesh of his thighs and then turned her attention again to that cock, that prick that stood out from his boyish body.

She took her hands off his legs and held them up to the cock, as if she were offering some gift to that prick. Then she wrapped the fingers of one of her hand around the big tool and she noticed that she was trembling and that her breath was shallow with excitement. She had not been this turned on in a long time, she thought.

Jessica stroked the prick with her hand a couple of times and watched the drop of fluid form on the head of the prick. She leaned forward and licked that drop off Jeff's cock with a quick movement of her tongue. Then she kissed the pink tip of the rod, the crown of his manhood. It tasted sweet and young and fresh to her. And Jeff stood so still that she thought for a moment that he was a statue. That was a nice fantasy, she thought, for if he were a statue, he would never grow old, he would never lose his thin, boyish, muscled appeal. But he was not a statue. A statue is cold, she reminded herself and Jeff was very warm, especially his cock. That rod was warm and it heated her too, made her feel lustful with heat as he stood there before her so silently. With that heat in her body and in her head, the journalist opened her mouth and leaned forward and pressed her lips around the crown of the cock and sucked. The boy stood there and let her do that. He did not move, but his prick, which seemed to have a life of its own, trembled and quivered with her sucking and added even more heat to both of them, to that mutual, lustful animal that they were when they were united on this late spring night.

Jessica liked the taste of his cock so much that she moved further down the shaft and felt the hard prick batter the back of her throat. She opened her throat and let the thing run down there and fill her up and make her feel soft and warm inside. Then she sucked with passion, moving her head back and forth on the cock and feeling the hardness in her. She was wetting his cock with her mouth, giving him even more power to use when he fucked her.

And Jessica could hardly wait for that fucking to begin. She wanted to know what that good cock would feel like when it was inside her pussy. She wanted to know just how much of a stud this boy was.

Her pussy was already wet with juice because she was so excited and her tits seemed alive with new nerves as she sucked on his cock and moved back and forth, toward and away from the young man's thin body.

Then she took her mouth off his cock and smiled up at him. He smiled down, letting the woman know that she had pleased him a great deal with her lips and her sucking.

Jessica lay back on the ground and put her hands on her shorts. She rubbed her fingers over the area over her pussy and felt the trembling inside the shorts there and then she loosened the shorts and raised her hips and pushed them off her body.

She was not wearing any panties.

Her cunt hair was soft and brownish and lush like a tropical jungle, Jeff thought.

The teen-aged boy kept thinking that this woman was blonde and sexy, as his mother was blonde and sexy. When he saw Jessica's pussy hair, he wondered if his mother's was much the same way, lush and brownish and furry like a little animal.

He hoped that it was.

He fell to his knees in front of the sexy blonde. Now it was his turn to worship her. He touched her shorts and took them in his hands and pulled them off her body slowly. She let him do that. She even smiled at him when he did that, when he played that special part in getting her ready for the fucking.

When the woman was naked too. Jeff looked down and studied her pussy. He moved his fingers slowly up the inside of her thighs and then touched the lips of her pussy. She opened her legs wide for him as he ran his finger around the moist lips of her cunt and felt the skin quiver under his touch. He liked that. He thought that the quivering was a sign that he was making her happy and Jeff only wanted to make women happy, women like his mother who deserved to be happy because they were so sexy and they gave so much to so many people.

He slipped his finger into the woman's snatch and felt the oozing juiciness in there. The woman sighed when she felt his finger invade her and Jeff liked hearing that sigh, another sign of peace and happiness, he thought.

Jessica knew that it was only a matter of time until something else that belonged to that boy was in her. She opened her eyes and stared dreamily at his cock, the prick that she had sucked. She had given that cock something, she thought and soon it would give something back to her.

"Fuck me, Jeff," she moaned, saying the words before she even realized that they were out of her mouth. "Fuck my pussy and make me come."

"Will it make you happy to come?" he asked.

There was no stammer now. He was naked and sure of himself because this woman was blonde like his mother.

"Yes," Jessica moaned. "It will make me very happy to come."

Jeff pulled his fingers out of her snatch and moved close to that sweet opening in her body. His cock was still hard because he had been thinking about his mother all this time. He moved between her outstretched legs and lifted her pussy up by putting his hands under her firm ass and raising that sweet body toward him. He took a deep breath and knew what he must do. He must make this woman happy. That was his mission in life as he saw it.

He aimed his cock at her juicy opening and pressed his body to hers. The tip of his prick went into her and the blonde woman sighed and tensed her body and moaned to him.

"Fuck me, you boy stud. Fuck me and make me happy."

With those words ringing in his ears, Jeff moved into her with a force, a manly force. The woman gasped and then relaxed when his cock was in her, deep in her pussy. Then Jeff started to fuck, staying there on his knees and feeling her pussy pulse against him as she moved with his rhythm and fucked him back.

All of that waiting was worth it, Jessica thought as the fucking began. It was worth it because she now felt that boy in her pussy and felt his cock filling her up like nothing had filled her in a long time. She was mindlessly moving against his prick, fucking him back with a youthful energy, thinking of nothing but the warmth that shot through her body every time that Jeff moved his cock deep into her love-hole. She tensed her ass, the ass that he still held in his hands and she moaned as they moved together and formed that one, unified, lustful animal again.

Jessica lifted her arms up and beckoned the fucking boy-man to her. Jeff read her needs and came to her without missing a stroke into her pussy. As he leaned forward, Jessica wrapped her legs around him and touched his boyish face with her fingers and then, as he came closer, she kissed him. They lay on the ground together, with Jeff moving on top of her and their bodies matching in rhythms that seemed to come up from the earth and they fucked with youthful glee.

Then Jessica began to gasp as the heat in her body became more intense, too intense for her to stand it any longer. She knew that she was going to have to get that heat out of her body and she knew that that meant that she was going to have an orgasm. She yearned for that orgasm. Most men did not give her such passionate heat at all, but this boy was giving it to her and she knew that this orgasm would be one of the best that she had ever had.

She pressed her legs tightly around the blond boy's body and kissed his face and whispered to him with words that were quick and anxious.

"I am going to come. Come with me, Jeff."

It would make her happy if he could come with her. The boy knew that and he wanted to make this blonde woman happy. So he speeded up his fucking as the friction that worked between his cock and her wet pussy gave him an extra charge. He started to gasp too and he gurgled with a sound that came from deep in his throat.

When Jessica heard that sound, she knew that it was only a matter of seconds until they would be sharing their orgasm and loving each other in one of the best ways possible. She felt the soft earth move under her and she tightened her hold on the thin, muscled boy and she waited for the heat to burst forth from her pussy. She felt her clitoris throb as it was beaten by Jeff's body and cock, by his thrusting into her. And then the explosion came.

Both blonde woman and blond young man sighed and held each other as they came together and felt the warmth spread all around them like a little fire that protected them from everything that was bad in the world. They clutched each other and gasped and murmured with meaningless, wonderful sounds to each other. Then their comings were over.

Then Jeff slowly pulled his cock out of Jessica's pussy and moved away from her and lay down next to her on the soft ground. He stretched out his arm and the woman moved so that her head was resting on his boyish chest. Jeff ran his fingers through her blonde hair absent-mindedly as they rested from the exertion of the fucking.

Then the woman spoke to the boy.

"I know who your mother is, Jeff," she said.

Jeff looked up at the night sky overhead. It did not surprise him, in a way. He had figured that his mother had something to do with all of this. He did not say anything because he did not know what to say.

"I work for a television station, Jeff." the blonde woman added as she ran her quick fingers over his cock.

Still, the boy was silent.

"I want to interview your mother," the woman said.

"Y-y-y-you can't," Jeff muttered.

Jessica knew that it would not be simple, but she also knew that she would be able to get this boy on tier side with a few more touches and kisses, with perhaps another wonderful fucking session. She looked up at his face as he stared up at the sky and she kissed his lips lightly with her own.

"Ask your mother to grant me an interview," she requested.

"She wo-wo-won't do it," he said.

"Maybe she will if you ask her to do it."

"No, she wo-wo-won't."

"Well, you can try, can't you?"

The boy was silent.

"Tell your mother that I would do anything for an interview, for the exclusive story of her sudden retirement from the screen. I want to know why she went into hiding. Do you know why, Jeff?"

The boy shook his head. He did not know why his mother had quit. He thought that it had something to do with the leather that his mother like to wear, but he was not sure. He only knew that his mother had called him into her room one day and had told him that they were going to return to Massachusetts. He had not asked questions. He did not like to talk and he wanted his mother to be happy. If moving back to Massachusetts would make the woman happy, then that is what Jeff wanted to do too. It really did not make any difference to him where he lived.

His only goal in life was to make pretty, blonde women happy.

"Jeff," Jessica said softly, "I need that interview with your mother. I need to find out why she left the screen, why she decided that she did not want to make any more movies. And I need to find out what happened to your father."

Then the woman paused before she asked the next question.

"What did happen to your father, Jeff?"

Jeff did not say anything. His mother had sworn both him and Kristy to secrecy about that. He knew that he would not break his vow, not even for this woman. He looked down at her and tried to change the subject.

"Will you su-su-su-suck-"

"Suck your cock?" Jessica asked.

The blond young man nodded his head.

"Sure," the woman said. "I will suck your cock a million times if you will only ask your mother to give me an interview. I need that interview, Jeff. It could make me a big star in television news. And it would make me very happy."

When she said that, when she announced that she needed the interview to be happy, Jeff knew that he could not refuse her. He would have to ask his mother to give the woman the interview, but he was sure that his mother would refuse to do it. His mother hated the press. She had many secrets and she did not want any of them revealed. In fact, she even had secrets from her own children. The leather was such a secret, the leather that Jeff thought about so often.

"I-I-I-I will a-a-a-ask her," Jeff said.

"Thank you, Jeff," the blonde woman said.

Jessica smiled at the boy and kissed him again with a soft peck. Part one of her plan had now been accomplished and it had been easy and exciting too. She looked down at the boy's prick. She had promised to suck on it and now she knew that she would have to suck it. She did not mind. Even wet with the juices of her cunt and limp from sexual exhaustion, it was fat and meaty and looked good. Jessica moved down the young man's body and lifted the prick into her hand and kissed the side of it. She stuck out her tongue and tasted the cunt oils that were still on the thing. She liked that taste. She thought that she was sweet.

She kissed the cock and thought about her career. He had promised to ask his mother to grant her an interview. If she could only talk to Marsha Billings and find out the answers to some very important questions, Jessica knew that she would be on her way, on her way to stardom and a good job with a high salary.

Grateful for what he had promised to do and loving the taste of the meat, Jessica opened her mouth and sucked the cock into her. She worked on it until she felt the hardness in her and knew that she would fuck this boy again before this night was over.

And it would be fun to fuck him again, fun and exciting and all the good things that a good, passionate fuck could be.

And he was going to ask his mother for the interview. That would make the fuck even better, the journalist thought, better and more fulfilling.