Chapter 5: Aftershocks

The warmth of their entwined bodies began to dissipate as Jessica gently pulled out of Ms. Thompson, her cock still throbbing with aftershocks of their passionate encounter. She smiled down at Ms. Thompson, whose eyes seemed to hold a mixture of satisfaction and trepidation. With a tender touch, Jessica brushed a strand of hair behind Ms. Thompson's ear, and then stood up, her movements quiet and deliberate. "I'll be right back," Jessica whispered, her voice husky with desire. "I need to freshen up." Ms. Thompson nodded, her eyes still locked onto Jessica's, as she sat up on the table, her legs dangling over the edge. Jessica's gaze lingered on her for a moment before she turned and walked out of the room, leaving Ms. Thompson to her thoughts. The sound of the shower turning on in the bathroom was a gentle hum in the background as Ms. Thompson's mind began to reel with the events that had just transpired. She had given her virginity to Jessica, and it had been a revelation unlike anything she had ever experienced. As she sat there, trying to process her emotions, she felt a sense of relief wash over her, as if a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. But her reprieve was short-lived, as she heard the sound of the front door opening, followed by the murmur of a familiar voice. Melody, Jessica's mother, was home from work. Ms. Thompson's heart skipped a beat as she heard Melody's tired sigh, followed by the soft rustle of her purse being set down. Melody had had a long day at work, and the stress of her job was beginning to take its toll. She had been looking forward to unwinding with a warm bath and a good book, but as she walked into the living room, her eyes landed on Ms. Thompson, who was sitting on the table, looking like a deer caught in the headlights. Ms. Thompson's eyes widened as Melody approached her, and for a moment, she thought she saw a glimmer of salvation in the older woman's eyes. Maybe she could find help, or guidance, or even just a sympathetic ear. But as Melody drew closer, Ms. Thompson's hopes were quickly dashed. Melody's eyes scanned Ms. Thompson's disheveled appearance, and a knowing smile spread across her face. "Well, well, well," she said, her voice low and husky. "Looks like someone's been having a good time." Ms. Thompson's eyes narrowed, unsure of what to make of Melody's tone. But as she looked into her eyes, she saw something there that made her heart sink. It was a spark of recognition, a glimmer of desire that seemed to mirror her own. And in that moment, Ms. Thompson realized that she was not saved, not by a long shot. Jessica's mother was just like her daughter - warm, sensual, and with a spark of desire that seemed to ignite the air around her.