Strangely enough, the next day, Kazal broke it off with Jack, citing his persistence to sleep with her as the reason. Jack was more frustrated than heartbroken and further convinced he would die a virgin. Still, things were going pretty well with Urgu in the band so he figured girls might be into that. And of course, there was Mirnda, the focus of all his lustful thoughts and romantic desire. Jack came home feeling dejected.
Mirnda was in the kitchen cooking and called to him, “Hello sweetie, how was your day?” giving him a wave.
Jack stopped and looked at her. She was wearing those shorts again, and a small white t-shirt, like she wanted to recreate her cheerleading days. To complete the look, her hair was up in a ponytail. She looked unbelievably hot and he felt lust growing inside him.
“Oh, I got dumped,” Jack said pathetically.
Mirnda stopped what she was doing and strode over to him, giving him a huge hug. “Oh, poor baby,” she said and held his head. Jack tried his absolute best, but he was quite helpless and his cock grew and grew as he felt her against him. Jack closed his eyes and drifted away with the magical feeling of being close to her. “You want to sit down and talk about it, sweetie?”
Jack sat down on the couch and Mirnda sat down next to him, close. Jack’s eyes wandered all over her, to her nipples poking through her tight white shirt, to her slim bare waist and to her little shorts. He could see the shape of her pussy through the clinging fabric and he had to summon all his strength not to reach out and touch her.
“Poor baby,” Mirnda said again, cuddled up to him and ran her fingers through his hair. Jack was bummed out for sure, but felt a lot better being with his step-mom. Jack didn’t want to let on that he was OK, however, as he loved getting this attention from Mirnda. Jack put his head on her shoulder.
“Is there anything I can do, sweetie? I hate to see you like this,” Mirnda said and Jack felt her rest her breasts against his body. Jack’s hard cock was pushing against his pants and he wondered if she noticed.
“Um, cuddling is nice,” Jack managed to say.
“OK, baby, you just cuddle up and try and forget that girl,” Mirnda said, put her arms around him and let him put his head on her chest. “There, there, baby,” Mirnda said and Jack slid his hand onto her waist, just like the other day in the kitchen. This time, however, his fingers touched her skin, as her midriff was exposed. She felt incredible and it was true that he had now forgotten about Kazal. She didn’t have tits like Mirnda and she didn’t make him feel like this. Jack started to sweat.
“You’re such a sweet boy,” Mirnda said softly.
Suddenly, Jack was struck by an urge he couldn’t resist. Without thinking or even realizing what he was doing, Jack moved my hand from her waist up to her breast. It felt like touching heaven. Mirnda didn’t react physically to his move at first but said, “Now, now, Jack. What do you think you’re doing?”
For some reason, Jack didn’t take his hand away but went ahead and gave her tiny squeezes. Mirnda wasn’t wearing a bra and her voluptuous tit felt amazing through the soft fabric. Jack didn’t know what he was doing, he was just caught up in the moment and bewitched by this goddess.
Mirnda continued holding him and he began to massage her breast slowly but with firmness. In this tight embrace, he sensed her become tense.
“Jack?” Mirnda said softly, as if trying to wake him from a dream.
“I’m sorry, Mirnda, I’m just so lonely,” Jack said, but the truth was, he didn’t know what he was doing or thinking. He couldn’t help himself and didn’t think beyond this moment. He continued touching her and she didn’t stop him.
“OK, honey. You can touch me just this once, but only so you’ll feel better,” Mirnda said lovingly, and Jack felt her relax.
Mirnda then held his head lovingly while Jack massaged her breast, getting good full handfuls of her divine flesh. She didn’t move or say anything, but soon enough Jack noticed her nipple harden and her breath quickening. The lump in his pants must have been obvious now.
“Are you feeling better, sweetie?” Mirnda asked nervously after a few minutes, perhaps keen to end this awkward situation.
“No. I feel so pathetic, like no girl will ever want to be with me now,” Jack blurted out, then wondered where that came from. Jack was actually feeling wonderful and had completely forgotten about Kazal.
Jack lifted his head up and looked at Mirnda. Their faces were inches apart, his hand on her breast, her fingers still running through his hair. Jack sensed desire behind her eyes, her lips parted.
Jack moved his eyes down to her mouth, her neck, then to his hand, which was on her left breast. Jack watched himself fondle her as if removed from his own body. Jack’s gaze moved down to her shorts and he wanted to slip his hand down between her legs, but instead Jack looked her in the eye again.
“My poor boy, I don’t know what else I can do to help you,” Mirnda said at last. Jack’s mind starting racing. Their eyes were locked as Jack softly touched her breast. This situation lasted another minute or so, but it was hard for him to tell how much time was passing. Although he had an intuition that she wanted to kiss, she pulled away a little and Jack removed his hand.
“I’m sorry, Mirnda,” Jack said, suddenly feeling ashamed. There was a pause.
“It’s alright, Jack. I know you were upset. But…” Mirnda didn’t continue and looked away. “Are you hungry? Dinner should be ready soon.”
Mirnda stood up and walked over to the kitchen, adjusting her shorts and hair, apparently flustered again. Jack sat there on the couch for a few minutes feeling awkward, until she called to him that dinner was ready. They sat down and for the first time in a long time, they sat there without saying much. Jack began to feel sick about what he’d done.
“I’m really sorry,” Jack said quietly.
“I’m sorry too, Jack,” Mirnda said, not looking up from her food. Neither of them had eaten much.
“What are you sorry about?” Jack asked her. “It was all my fault. I did it, I…”
“Oh no, baby,” Mirnda said, looking at him. “You’re a young man. I’m supposed to be looking after you and…I should know better, I…”
“But I’m the one who…”
“Jack, no. I don’t blame you, I…” Mirnda trailed off and they sat in silence for a while. Jack wasn’t very hungry, but managed to eat his food but then wanted to get out of there. Urgu was busy and Kazal wasn’t going to return his call, so he figured he’d just lay low.
“I’m not feeling too great,” Jack said to Mirnda. “Mind if I head to my room for the night?”
“No, that’s fine, baby. I’ll clear away. You just take care of yourself and I’ll be here if you need me.”
Mirnda was as loving and giving as always, and so despite his fooling around and crossing a line, Jack sensed that things were OK between them. Jack went to his room and played some guitar while watching a few episodes of Game Of Thrones. Some of that crazy stuff stuff made him horny, so he decided to turn the lights off and jerk off before going to sleep.
About 10 minutes into some online streaming of a busty milf seducing a hapless young man, Jack heard a soft knock at his door…
