Winter Break
Tagline: Back from college for winter break, Alex goes to his friend Johnny's house, only to find Johnny strangely absent. Luckily, Johnny's mom is home and happy to let Alex wait inside, and maybe enjoy some of her hot cocoa.
Author's Note: Comments and criticism always welcome at my profile.
Walking along the shoveled walkway toward the Woodrow's suburban home, Alex realized how many memories the house held for him.
The white wooden porch creaking under his boots reminded Alex of after-school afternoons, when he would dash up the steps, knock against the chipped red door, and breathlessly ask if Johnny could play today. But on this snowy morning, as Alex approached the Woodrow's front door, his eyes turned upwards, to the second story and to teenage years spent getting stoned out of his mind in Johnny's bedroom. After rapping against the front door with gloved knuckles, Alex peered down through the basement window into darkness and remembered that party Johnny had thrown, the one where Johnny's mom had returned home early from her business trip. He remembered Ms. Woodrow being shockingly relaxed about the whole affair.
When the front door opened, Alex was not greeted by Johnny, but by an equally familiar face.
"Is that Alex Anderton?"
"Ms. Woodrow, uh, hey," Alex said. He gulped and, despite the cold wind and the snow on the ground, felt a trickle of sweat on the back of his neck at the sight of Johnny's mom in a scarlet sweater and tight blue jeans.
"Oh, please, call me, Vera," Ms. Woodrow said. "You're a man now, not that you need a semester of college for that."
Alex laughed politely before asking, "Is Johnny home? I was just texting him."
"Ah, he ran out to get some flour," Ms. Woodrow said. She swung the door fully open and motioned for Alex to come inside. A ray of sun cut through the overcast, and the young man found himself momentarily transfixed by Ms. Woodrow's crystal blue eyes and chestnut brown hair illuminated in the sunbeam. Alex's thoughts evaporated into mindless vapor, and it was Ms. Woodrow's next words that brought him back to reality. "Come wait inside. It's freezing out here."
Alex stepped across the stately threshold without thinking too much about the situation. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and walked with a slight gait, trying to conceal a growing erection.
Inside the tasteful suburban home, Alex's bones began to warm immediately, and before he knew it, Ms. Woodrow was removing his coat and gloves and helping him with his snow-wet boots. She led him through the vaulted foyer and into the living room, where someone had drawn the blinds and made a fire. Alex spent the short trip with his eyes glued to the wondrous sway of Ms. Woodrow's plump, jean-encased ass.
Ms. Woodrow offered Alex a seat on the black leather loveseat and then stepped out of view and into the kitchen. Alex fished in his pockets for his phone, only to realize he had left the little black rectangle in his coat pocket. Ms. Woodrow returned before he could get up to retrieve it.
"There you go," Ms. Woodrow said as she put a mug of steaming hot cocoa in Alex's hands. He had not recalled asking for any, but he would never refuse homemade cocoa. Ms. Woodrow settled into the matching couch opposite Alex and crossed her legs, dangling a fluffy pink slipper from one sockless foot. Alex and Ms. Woodrow were separated by a coffee table and a generation, but as Alex sipped his warm chocolatey beverage, any form of distance seemed to shrink. "How was your first semester?"
"Uh, good," Alex said. "Fine, you know."
Alex hardened just looking at Ms. Woodrow, but he found it increasingly difficult to look at anything besides the red sweater prison that held his beautiful host's bulging breasts. Heaven would be resting his head between those soft red pillows. He scanned the homey living room for distractions. Each inch of the room sported Ms. Woodrow's touch, though, from the family pictures above the mantle to the glass ornaments adorning their fragrant Christmas tree.
Determining that Johnny would not be home anytime soon, Alex attempted to allay his horniness with conversation. He took a big gulp of cocoa and broke the silence.
"I, uh, think I know what I wanna major in."
"That's great," Ms. Woodrow said. Her plump red lips formed a melting pot. "What did you decide?"
"History," Alex said. "And then I think grad school after that. I dunno. Still figuring things out, but my professor says there are lots of opportunities to maybe work in her department next semester."
"Oh, I think that's wonderful," Ms. Woodrow said, but the smile had fallen from her eyes.
Alex sipped his cocoa. It tasted as delicious as he remembered. Somehow Ms. Woodrow always had it in ample supply when Alex came over, even in warmer months. A rich aroma of milky chocolate flooded his nose and heated his insides. It settled in the pit of his stomach and brought on a feeling of immense contentment incomparable to any Alex had ever known. He sank into Ms. Woodrow's couch, letting the cushions envelope him.
"But, Alex," Ms. Woodrow said. "I thought you said you were going to major in Business? Last time you were here. I could swear we talked about this."
"Yeah, but-" Alex paused to yawn. "Oh, excuse me." He giggled, suddenly euphoric. "Sorry. Feeling sleepy, for some reason."
"I'll get you some more cocoa. The sugar in the chocolate should wake you up. But, sweetie, we were talking about your major."
"Oh, right," Alex said. "Yeah, I just feel like . . . I mean, people say you should go to college to get a job, but that's cynical. I dunno. I don't wanna just chase a paycheck."
Ms. Woodrow rolled her eyes and chuckled good-naturedly as she went to fetch Alex more hot chocolate. When she returned, Alex noted she had removed her slippers and her cute pink feet slapped softly against the hardwood floors. She poured from a black-and-silver carafe, then set it on the table.
"Anyway, uh . . . when did Johnny say he'd be back?"
"Soon, I should expect," Ms. Woodrow said without checking the time. Her voice was syrup, silky and smooth in Alex's ears. "How about extracurriculars? Didn't you tell me you were going to run for student government?"
"Oh, yeah . . ."
Alex half-remembered saying something about that to Ms. Woodrow over the summer. He shook his head in an attempt to free it of the encroaching cobwebs, but his efforts were in vain. Glancing down, he saw the tent in his pants had grown. As he grasped for a response, an unusual tension welled in Alex's gut. He shook his gaze free and turned toward the fire. Time slowed, and Alex watched the flames flicker like an old picture show. He thought he heard a noise, not unlike wood popping in the hearth.
"Sorry," Alex said after a sip of cocoa. "Lost my train of thought . . ."
"More cocoa?" Ms. Woodrow said, refilling Alex's mug for him.
When Ms. Woodrow had finished topping up his cocoa, she sat next to him on the couch. Alex's erection grew as his awareness fell.
"So, student government didn't pan out?"
"No, I just . . . guess I just didn't have the ambition once I got there," Alex said. "I've made some good friends, though."
"It's still important to try to get your views heard by others," Ms. Woodrow said. She tucked one leg beneath herself on the couch and pivoted to face Alex, who alternated between looking into the flames and into Ms. Woodrow's impossible blue eyes. They were a boiling ocean that threatened to either cook or drown him. "But there are other ways to influence people."
"Uh huh," Alex said, not really sure what his friend's mom was talking about. He let it drop and changed the subject. "Hey, uh, Ms. Woodrow, where's Johnny?"
"Call me Vera, Alex, please. You're so forgetful." Chuckling, Ms. Woodrow tousled Alex's coal black hair. "Johnny had to get me some flour." She leaned in and rested a hand on Alex's leg. "I'm baking a pie later. Caramel Apple. If you're good, I'll serve you a big slice. But first . . ." Ms. Woodrow took the carafe and refilled Alex's mug of hot chocolate to the brim. "Drink up. It's cold outside."
"Okay . . ." Alex said. His erection was on the verge of bursting now that Ms. Woodrow's hand was on his leg and making small circles with a ruby red nail.
A hot and hazy amount of time passed where no one said anything. Alex turned to the smoldering fire, then to Ms. Woodrow, then took sips of cocoa until his mug was drained.
"Well, how about your classmates?" Ms. Woodrow said. Her voice had become huskier and lowered to almost a whisper, like she and Alex had some terrible secret. "Meet any girls?"
A dumb smile spread on Alex's face and he said, "Yeah, there's this one girl I'm kinda-sorta seeing. It's not an official thing yet, but . . . well, I really like her. Probably the one thing I don't like about coming home for break is not seeing her, you know?"
"Mmm hmm," Ms. Woodrow said. Her perfume was subtle sweet vanilla. "But a young man like you should really be focusing on his studies."
Alex nodded and sipped the last of his cocoa down to the dregs.
"You and this girl, Alex," Ms. Woodrow said. "How far have you gone?"
"Huh?"
"For example," Ms. Woodrow said. "Have you done this?"
With a slow and deliberate lean-in, Ms. Woodrow kissed Alex full on the lips, parting her own slightly to let in a bit of tongue. Alex's cock was rock hard, and he worried he would spurt in his pants when Ms. Woodrow's finger graced his tip through the material.
"Y-yeah," Alex murmured when Ms. Woodrow pulled away. She had one arm around him and the other on his leg. She was an angel in a tight red sweater. "Yeah, we've kissed. Even-"
"Made out?"
The sensuous seductress smiled and came at him again, this time kissing him with a liquid passion Alex had never experienced. Her lips were fire, and her tongue was electric. Her fingers roamed his chest, unbuttoning his shirt to the sternum and stroking his youthful chest. With his one free arm, Alex reached for her breasts, feeling them through the sweater, and then reaching beneath to find Ms. Woodrow had foregone a bra today. He relished the warm feel of her soft breasts between his fingers, even as his cock strained to be released. She pushed him farther into the loveseat and straddled his knees before pulling away.
"Yeah . . ."
Ms. Woodrow eyed Alex with a devilish hunger. Her wrist wrested against the back of Alex's neck and had its own steady and slow heart rate, which beat calmly in stark contrast to Alex's own. In one smooth and practiced motion, Ms. Woodrow pulled her sweater up and over her head and tossed it to the floor. Her flawless breasts jiggled as her chestnut hair streamed down around them. Smiling warmly at Alex, Ms. Woodrow pulled her hair behind her head and tucked Alex into her chest's lovely valley. She spoke with a breathy hunger, undisguised and more naked than she was.
"But, Alex, honey, has she touched you . . . here?"
Before Alex knew it, Ms. Woodrow had his button and zipper undone and had slipped her hand down his pants. She stroked him slowly but skillfully with long, pillow-soft fingers.
"Oh,I think you've grown, baby," Ms. Woodrow said. "Has little miss thing stroked your thing, Alex?" Ms. Woodrow said. "Has she made you cum for her?"
"N-no. We, uh, not yet . . ."
"Not ever, Alex," Ms. Woodrow said, squeezing with a touch of menace. "You and this girl are done. Understand?"
"But, I-"
"Quiet," Ms. Woodrow said, easing her grip and stroking again. "Shh. Hush, dear, and listen to me."
Alex nodded and only groaned as Ms. Woodrow stroked him to the edge and held him there. Her hands were from another planet. Her eyes were galaxies. Her words were Alex's universe.
"You're going to break things off with little miss whoever she is. A young man like you has more important things to worry about."
"Yes, Ms. Woodrow, I-"
"Please, call me 'Mistress,'" Mistress said. "You're a good boy now, Alex. You've been a bad boy at college, but we'll fix that. You'll be my good boy again."
Alex nodded. He wanted to be a good boy. A good boy would get more cocoa, and would maybe get to cum, which was something Alex wanted more than anything in the world. Mistress would not let him, though. Not yet.
"Second, you're going to run for student government next semester," Mistress said. She leaned in closely, brushing her lips against his ear and sucking at the lobe. She swirled her tongue around and whispered, "I'll pull some strings. You'll be class president in no time. Understand?"
"O-kay," Alex said, desperate to agree, desperate to bust, but Mistress teased his tip with her finger. She extracted a drop of precum and put her finger in her mouth, sucking it down and smiling naughtily at Alex.
"And third," Mistress said. She put the sucked finger under his chin and held him steady, keeping their eyes locked. "And when you agree you can cum. You'll cum and sleep and forget this ever happened. Understand?"
"Please, I-"
"Shush," Mistress said. "I like it when you beg, slave, but not now. Look in my eyes when you cum. I want to see that last bit of resistance go out."
"Y-yes, Mistress."
"Where was I?" Mistress took Alex's cock back into her possession and began to stroke again, speeding to a climax Alex would kill for. "Ah, yes, third point. You're going to change your major to Business, and you're going to give me the name of this professor. I don't know who this bitch thinks she is, trying to poach my boys like that. 'Work in her department,' my gorgeous ass."
Once Alex moaned in defeated agreement, his load rocketed out of his cock and into his pants, spurting between Mistress's skilled fingers in hot bursts. Mistress stroked until Alex was cummed out into nothing but a soft sticky cock. Alex kept his eyes fixed on hers until his vision blurred and the world went glassy. Satisfied and smiling, Mistress zipped up Alex's pants, set his mug of cocoa on the table, and laid his head in her lap.
The last thing Alex saw was his Mistress licking her fingers clean before moving her perfect lips to speak inaudible words that slipped unfiltered into his brain. They lodged directly in a subconscious that molded more and more to reflect nothing but her boundless will.
THE END
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