Ms. Jones's Revenge! Ch. 01

(The following takes place before the Nick and Ms. Jones storyline.)

"It was a mistake coming here," Ms. Jones thought to herself as she scanned the gym's interior.

Ms. Jones took a sip of punch and posted up against the table behind her.

"I came to my reunion in the hopes of banging some of the studs I went to school with but all of them are taken," she thought while taking another sip.

Ms. Jones let out a sigh before getting off the table and walking towards the exit.

"Tammy? Tammy Jones, is that you?" a voice called out from behind her.

"Ah, shit. I know that voice," Ms. Jones thought to herself as she stopped.

She switched her annoyed expression over to a fake smile and turned around.

"Jessica! Oh, it's been too long!" she said while hugging her.

Ms. Jones took a good look at her old "friend" through the dark gym with the rotating stage lights shining on her every now and then.

"Crow's feet, face-lift, too much lipstick, ugly fucking outfit; you really hit the mom-stage hard," Ms. Jones thought to herself.

"I didn't think I'd see any of my old friends here," Jessica said. "I almost didn't come!"

"Well, I thought I'd come by and see how everyone was doing after some odd years out of high school," Ms. Jones said.

"Well I'm doing great," Jessica said. "I expanded my dealership to a few new locations, my husband's doing wonders as a neurosurgeon, and our brilliant son is back in town finishing up some core classes at the local university."

Ms. Jones stood filled with disdain as she listened to Jessica list every single thing that's happened in her life. Jessica did not once let Ms. Jones have a chance to talk about herself.

"Enough about me, how about you? How is your son doing?" Jessica asked.

"My son's studying up north at the college of [place]," Ms. Jones said.

"Ouch. He couldn't get into a university and had to settle for community college, huh?" Jessica said in a catty-tone.

"No, Jessica," Ms. Jones replied, growing visibly angry. "That's the only place in the state that does certification for what he wants to go into. He actually transferred out of the University of [town] to go there."

Jessica kept her condescending expression and moved on to the next question.

"So, how's your husband doing?" she asked.

"Oh, he passed away quite a while back," Ms. Jones solemnly replied.

"Oh... well mine's still kickin'!" Jessica replied enthusiastically, as if ignoring what Ms. Jones had just told her.

Before Ms. Jones could voice her outrage, Jessica called out to another person and walked over to her. Clenching her fists at her side, she made a quick exit to her car.

*****

"Ugh! I just can't believe she said that!" Ms. Evans said with a shocked expression.

"I know, right? Who the hell just talks about someone's kid and deceased husband like that?!" Ms. Jones replied while pouring another glass of wine.

"She's always been like that since high school. I don't know if she's just a massive bitch or dumb enough to think that was being sincere," Ms. Evans said.

Ms. Jones pounded down her glass of wine before pouring another.

"You know what I should do? I should get revenge!" Ms. Jones declared.

"And how are you gonna do that?" Ms. Evans said while slowly taking the bottle away from her.

"I could fuck her husband!" Ms. Jones said. "Wait, he's a surgeon. I imagine his schedule is pretty busy, so I don't know when I would even be able to get to him. I'd also feel pretty guilty if we banged during his resting time and he ended up killing a patient from lack of sleep..."

"What about fucking up her car?" Ms. Evans suggested.

"Nah. She owns a car dealership chain or something, she could just get a new one," Ms. Jones replied.

The two sat in silence, staring at their partially empty wine glasses.

"Why don't you fuck her son?" Ms. Evans said.

Ms. Jones' eyes grew wide.

"Huh? What would fucking her son accomplish?" Ms. Jones asked.

"Think about it, Tammy. He grew up in a die-hard Christian household, so he's definitely still a virgin. Just think about the upset it would cause Jessica if her son lost his v-card before marriage and to the MILF she went to school with."

"Hey... that could work!" she replied, finishing the rest of her glass afterwards. "If I remember correctly, he's going to the same college as my nephew. I could ask him about him, find out where he lives, and plan my revenge from there!"

"Okay, if you need anything, you know where to find me," Ms. Evans said, excusing herself and leaving Ms. Jones' house.

Ms. Jones pulled out her phone and read through a text sent by Nick.

"Do you still have that graphing calculator? Mine stopped working and I was wondering if I could borrow it tomorrow," the text read.

"Sure thing. I'll stop by your apartment tomorrow to drop it off in the morning," Ms. Jones replied.

"Heh heh, now I just need to wait until morning," she thought to herself as she headed to bed.

*****

Ms. mecidiyeköy eskort Jones knocked on Nick's apartment door. Nick shortly answered and greeted her.

"Here's the calculator, champ," she told him while handing him the device.

"Thanks, auntie, you're a life saver," he said while taking it.

"Oh, by the way, do you happen to know an Oliver Porter?" Ms. Jones asked.

"Yeah, he's in one of my classes. In fact, I was supposed to drop off his notes at his house today, but that's gonna be a problem because of my schedule," Nick said.

"Hey, why don't I drop it off for you?" Ms. Jones suggested. "I know his mother from high school and can drop it off at her place on my way back from here."

"That would mean a lot if you could," Nick said.

Nick welcomed his aunt inside as he went to his room to grab the papers. Ms. Jones looked at herself in the blank TV screen's reflection to check her outfit.

"Peach colored sweater that makes my breasts stand out, tight jeans with heels, and easy enough on the lipstick to make it smear on another person dick!" she thought to herself.

Nick returned shortly with the papers and gave them to Ms. Jones. She then left the apartment and headed out to Oliver's house.

*****

Ms. Jones checked the house numbers as she drove by until she was at the right one. After seeing that neither Jessica nor her husband were home, she parked her car in the driveway and headed to the front door with the binder of notes. Oliver answered the door after Ms. Jones rang it.

Oliver stood at 5'6'', Caucasian, and on the nerdy side. He was taken back by the mysterious and busty stranger at the door.

"Um, can I help you, miss?" he meekly asked.

"Are you Oliver?" Ms. Jones asked, even though she already knew the answer.

"Yes, that's me," Oliver replied.

Ms. Jones handed the binder over to Oliver.

"I'm Nick's aunt. He couldn't make it over here today, so I brought these back on his behalf," she said.

"Oh, well thank you," Oliver said.

Ms. Jones caught Oliver taking a quick glance at her breasts.

"Oliver, do you mind if I come in for a bit?" she asked with a devious smile. "The heater in my car isn't working, so I want to get a little warm before driving that ice box back home."

Oliver quickly stepped aside and welcomed Ms. Jones in. She spotted the couch to the left in the living room and sat herself down on the right side.

"Whew," she said as she sat down. "Nice and warm!"

"Can I get you anything to drink, Miss?" Oliver asked her.

"No, but thank you, Oliver. You can call me Ms. Jones, by the way," Ms. Jones said back.

The two sat quietly on the couch. Ms. Jones looked around the living room, checking out all of the various pictures of Oliver and his parents. She looked over at the pictures hanging on the wall where Oliver was seated, hoping to catch him staring at her body out of her peripheral vision. Just like she guessed, she did indeed catch him.

"Good, he's definitely interested," she thought to herself. "I just need to get him nice and ready to fall into the palm of my hand."

Ms. Jones pulled out her cellphone and started to swipe through it. Suddenly, she dropped it, having it bounce under the coffee table.

"Silly me," she said to herself.

Before Oliver could make a move, Ms. Jones got on all-fours. She made sure to stick her ass right at Oliver and shake it as she searched for her phone, even a few seconds after she grabbed it.

"That's what I get for not having a case," she said out loud.

Ms. Jones caught Oliver crossing his legs.

"Say, Oliver, let me get to know you better," she said while turning to face him.

Oliver jolted and sat upright.

"How old are you, Oliver?" she asked.

"20, Ms. Jones," Oliver replied without looking at her.

"Ah, 20. I remember being in college at that age too. I even had a boyfriend. Do you have a girlfriend, Oliver?" Ms. Jones asked.

"No, no I don't. I wanted to put my studies first," Oliver said.

Ms. Jones stopped her questioning and thought some more.

"Okay, Tammy, this is it. Just go ahead and give him some head!" she thought to herself.

"Did you know that your mom really saved my ass back in high school?" she asked him. "Yep, my car broke down on the day we had finals senior year and if it wasn't for her picking me up, I definitely wouldn't have graduated that year."

Everything Ms. Jones had said was a lie, but she needed to create an incentive for her proposal.

"I told her that I'd owe her anything for that, but she has so much now that I didn't think she would need anything from me," Ms. Jones said. "But what about for you, Oliver?"

Oliver's eyes widened upon hearing that.

"What would I want?" he asked. "I don't know what you mean."

"Maybe there's something I can help you with," Ms. Jones said shrugging her shoulders.

Ms. Jones put her hand on Oliver's right thigh.

"I could give you a ride somewhere, take zeytinburnu escort you out for lunch, or I could suck your dick on the couch," Ms. Jones said, leaning in closer and closer on the suggestions.

Ms. Jones could feel Oliver's heartbeat racing through his thigh. Suddenly, she pulled his leg off the other one and exposed a growing bulge in his khaki colored pants.

"What do you say, Oliver?" Ms. Jones asked. "It can be our little secret, or something to brag to your friends about if you want."

Oliver had diverted his attention from the TV to Ms. Jones. He got a good look at her warm, welcoming expression before shifting his focus down to her breasts.

"You like these?" she said while lifting them up from the bottom through her sweater.

In an instant, Ms. Jones took her sweater off, exposing bra-less tits, and dropped it on the floor. She scooched closer to Oliver and stuck her chest out.

"You can feel them, if you want," she said.

Oliver didn't hesitate. He stuck his hands out and lunged for her breasts. He grabbed each giant one in each of his hands and ran them all over. Squeezing, rubbing, caressing; he felt every inch of her tits.

"My, aren't you eager!" she said with a smile. "You want a kiss, Oliver?"

Oliver lunged his lips at Ms. Jones's. The two swapped spit for a bit before she pulled away. Reaching down, Ms. Jones undid Oliver's pants and pulled them down to his ankles. Ms. Jones gripped Oliver's hard cock and ran her thumb up and down its side.

Ms. Jones got off the couch and kneeled in front of Oliver. Maintaining eye contact and not saying a word, she wrapped her warm breasts around the stiff dick in front of her.

"You know what this, Oliver?" she asked him.

"A tit-job, Ms. Jones!" he quickly replied.

"Good," she said as she started to apply pressure and slowly move up and down.

Ms. Jones felt Oliver's cock pulse against the sides of her breasts.

"Oh, god! I'm already close to cumming!" Oliver said.

Ms. Jones quickly stopped and backed away from him.

"Easy, Oliver. I want you to enjoy every second of this, so take your time and tell me when you're ready to continue," she said to him.

Oliver took some breaths to calm himself down. Once Ms. Jones saw that his cock was no longer twitching, she scooted back over to him.

"Have you ever gotten a blowjob before, Oliver?" she asked him.

"No, ma'am. You would be the first!" he eagerly replied.

Ms. Jones smiled before opening her mouth and sticking her tongue out. She grabbed Oliver's hand and put his fingers in her mouth to let him feel her warm, wet tongue. Soon, she started sucking on his fingers. Oliver let out a silent gasp as Ms. Jones sucked his pointer and middle finger down to the knuckle then gave a wink before pulling off them.

Ms. Jones put Oliver's hand down and move on to his cock. Oliver, once again, jolted as she suddenly ran her tongue from the base to the tip. Immediately after reaching it, she sunk her mouth down, almost to the base, and pulled back up. Oliver's hips thrusted up on instinct, which made Ms. Jones smile with his tip still in her mouth. Closing her eyes, she went back down to continue sucking his dick.

"Oh, Ms. Jones..." Oliver let out.

Ms. Jones wiggled her hands underneath Oliver until her palms touched his cheeks. She gripped them tight and pulled Oliver closer into her mouth. Oliver gripped onto the couch and moaned loudly as he shot out his thick cum into Ms. Jones' mouth. Ms. Jones looked over at a picture of Jessica on the wall and winked at it.

She kept herself down until she felt Oliver's cock no longer twitch and hips no longer raised. Ms. Jones pulled off slowly, stretching her lips on his cock. Oliver's cock was released with an audible pop before she giggled while looking at him. Ms. Jones kissed his balls, gently smearing some spit and cum on her lips, then dug into the side of the couch cushion; leaving a kissy-print with jizz dripping down.

"What did you think of your first blowjob?" she asked him.

"It was fucking amazing, Ms. Jones!" Oliver quickly answered.

Ms. Jones gripped Oliver's still hard cock and tugged on it.

"It looks like you still need more lovin'," Ms. Jones said while crawling up to his face. "How about I use my pussy next?"

"Oh, lord, yes, Ms. Jones!" Oliver answered.

Ms. Jones stood up and started to pull her pants down before being interrupted by Oliver's ringtone. Oliver glanced over and saw that the caller was his mother. Ms. Jones quickly put her sweater back on and glanced out the front window as Oliver answered.

"Hello? Hey, mom. You're on your way home? Okay... yeah. I'll be ready to go when you get here."

Oliver ended the call and let out a loud sigh.

"That was my mom. She's on her way home right now," Oliver said while getting off the couch and putting his pants back on.

"You were excited to swipe your v-card, weren't you?" Ms. Jones asked him. "Well you shouldn't be sad because I'm gonna come over later and we're sultangazi escort gonna fuck like animals."

Oliver perked up upon hearing Ms. Jones' words. With his phone still unlocked, Ms. Jones put her number in.

"Call me when your parents go to bed tonight and I'll drive over so we can continue," she said to him.

Ms. Jones gave Oliver a kiss on the cheek and walked over to the door.

"But before I go..." she said while turning around.

Ms. Jones pulled her pants and panties down and flashed her pussy to Oliver.

"Just some incentive to keep that cock hard," she said before leaving.

*****

[Night]

Ms. Jones pulled into Jessica's driveway, parking next to her car. She then sent a text to Oliver to let him know she had arrived.

"Alright, he called and said it was okay to come over," she thought to herself.

Within a short amount of time, Oliver carefully opened the front door and tip-toed over to Ms. Jones's vehicle.

"Look at you being a bad boy and sneaking out late," Ms. Jones said to him as he closed the passenger door.

"I've been thinking about this since you left," he said.

"Fantastic. Now let's move to the back seat and get started.

Ms. Jones and Oliver crawled into the back seat. She reached up and switched on the light above her so that they could both see each other clearly. Ms. Jones was wearing a white bathrobe while Oliver was in just his boxers and a night shirt. Reaching down, she undid her robe and placed it on the ground.

Oliver ogled Ms. Jones who was wearing just a black bra and panties. Ms. Jones reached over and pulled off Oliver's shirt then boxers, leaving him naked with his stiff cock in the air.

"Yeah, get that cock nice and hard," she said as she undid her bra.

"Ah, shit. I forgot the condoms in my room," Oliver said as he reached for his boxers.

"Whoa, no need for those tonight, dear," Ms. Jones said as she stopped him. "I'm on the pill just for you tonight."

Ms. Jones lied back on the backseat and pointed her legs at Oliver.

"If you want some pussy, then take my panties off and come get some," she said to him.

Oliver swiftly pulled her panties off and spread Ms. Jones's legs apart. He buried her head in her thighs and attempted some foreplay before being stopped.

"Don't worry, sweetie. I've been dripping wet since I got here, so just go ahead and stick it in!" Ms. Jones said to him.

Oliver got closer to her and shakily put his dick in. Against his will, an audible moan escaped as the tip entered.

"Don't be shy," Ms. Jones said.

Just as Oliver was about to put the rest of himself in, Ms. Jones wrapped her legs behind him and pulled him in. Oliver let out yet another moan and slowly thrusted his hips.

"This is fucking amazing!" he said to her.

"That's it! Start speeding up when you're ready!" she said to him.

Within time, the windows started to fog up and the car started to shake. Oliver and Ms. Jones looked into each other's eyes as he continued to pound away the best he could. He went down for a kiss and got a mouthful of tongue.

Oliver hugged onto Ms. Jones as he fucked her with all he had.

"Take your dick out for a sec. I want to see what it looks like," Ms. Jones told him.

Oliver quickly pulled out and stood with a knee on the seat. Ms. Jones sat up and inspected Oliver's cock, which was a deep-red and coated in sex-fluids.

"Covered in pussy-juice and rock fucking hard, just the way I like my cocks!" she said to him.

Oliver re-inserted and continued fucking. Before long, Ms. Jones's attention shifted from Oliver to his mother's car.

"Hey, Oliver," Ms. Jones said while sitting up and pulling Oliver's dick out of her pussy. "How about we continue this somewhere else?"

"Somewhere else?" Oliver asked.

"Yeah. Go get your mom's keys and let's fuck in her car!" Ms. Jones said.

"Fuck in my mom's car?! But-"

"You know, I was planning on having you cum just on my tits but I'll let you cum inside if we bang in your mom's car."

In an instant, Oliver leaped out of Ms. Jones's car and back into his house, coming back out within seconds with his mom's car keys. He quickly and silently unlocked his mother's car and crawled into the backseat with Ms. Jones. Ms. Jones, however, also brought her phone with her.

Ms. Jones had him sit in the center and rode him facing towards him. Shoving her tits in his face, she set her phone to record and placed it to the side against the door.

"How's this for exciting?" she asked him.

"This is so fucking hot!" Oliver exclaimed.

"Fucking in your high school "friend's" son in her car? Tammy, you are one bad bitch!" she thought to herself.

Ms. Jones got more into it, moaning and running her hands through Oliver's hair.

"Miss, I'm gonna cum soon," Oliver said.

"Yes! Do it, Oliver! Give your first pussy a nice, thick creampie!" she said to him.

Ms. Jones felt Oliver's cock twitching and slammed down. She grinded her hips, making sure to wring out every drop of virgin-semen she could. The two moaned and made the car shake all the while.

Once Oliver was finished, Ms. Jones pulled up and let his tremendous load drip onto thighs; some even getting on the seats.