Between Two Worlds

Stone buildings older than anything on the estate. Green fields going on forever. Kids in blazers with actual crests on them. The car park was Range Rovers and BMWs. Not a single Corsa.

'Fuckin' hell,' Cal muttered. 'This is where posh kids go?'

'It's fuckin' Harry Potter,' Chloe said, staring up at the buildings. 'Actual bloody Hogwarts.'

Spotted Sophie's Range Rover straight away. She was standing with other mums. All dressed the same. Posh, fitted blouses, pearls, sheer black tights, expensive shoes.

Thomas was with them. Tall for his age, same blonde hair as his mum. School blazer, proper oldie tie.

'That's him?' Cal asked.

'Yeah, recognise him from the football game.'

'Looks like a right little ponce.'

Sophie saw us. Face went white. She said something to the other mums, walked towards us.

'What are you doing here?' Kept her voice low. Eyes darting back to Thomas. 'You can't be here.'

'Just came to see the school, Soph. Nice place.'

'Well sorry, you need to leave. Now.'

'Or what? You gonna make a scene? Explain to all your posh mates over there?'

Her jaw clenched. 'Look please, just not here, not now.'

'That's the point though, innit?' Cal blew vape smoke. 'You don't get to choose anymore.'

An announcement came over the tannoy. Parents and students to the sports hall for presentations.

'I have to go,' Sophie said. 'Thomas is receiving an award.'

'Fine, we'll wait. Car park. One hour. Understand?'

She looked like she might cry. Then turned and walked back to Thomas, smile plastered on.

---

Sophie sat clapping when she was supposed to. Smiling when Thomas looked over. Heart hammering. Thomas received his award for mathematics. She stood up, clapped louder than anyone.

The presentations dragged on. Finally ended. Parents and students spilled back outside.

'Well done, darling,' she said, hugging him.

'Thanks, Mum. You staying for tea and biscuits?'

'I might need to make a quick work call. Important case.'

His face fell. 'You always have work things.'

'I'm sorry darling.'

She knew she wouldn't stay for tea. Knew exactly what she was about to do. Her body was already responding. Thighs clenched together. Already wet.

---

Sophie walked to her car. We were waiting. Leaning against it like we owned it.

'You know the drill. Get in, and drive.'

She unlocked it. Got in the driver's seat. I got in next to her, Cal and Chloe climbed in the back.

'Where exactly?' Her voice shook.

'Round the back, near that cricket pavilion. No one should be there this time of year.'

She drove the short distance, hands gripping the wheel tight. I just watched her legs in those sheer tights, working the pedals. The pavilion area was hidden behind trees. Empty. She parked facing away from the school buildings.

'Thomas will wonder...'

'Text him.'

She pulled out her phone. Typed the message. *Still tied up on a Teams call darling, so sorry.*

'Now shoes off and get in the back.'

She kicked off her heels, climbed between the seats. Awkward in her skirt. I stayed in front, turned round to watch.

'This is insane,' she whispered. 'We're on school grounds.'

'Yeah, no shit.'

Chloe was already pulling out her phone. Started recording.

'Look at the camera.'

Sophie's eyes met the lens.

'Tell us what you are.'

'I can't. Not here. Not...'

Cal grabbed her hair. Not hard. Just enough. 'Tell us.'

'I'm a slut.' Barely a whisper.

'Fuckin' louder.'

'I'm a slut. I'm a posh slut who fucks boys from the estate.'

'While your son's getting awards.'

'Yes. God. Yes.'

'Show me what that mouth does,' I said.

I pulled my trackies down. Sophie leaned forward between the seats. Took me in her mouth. Still fully dressed. Perfect barrister mother sucking cock in her Range Rover at her son's school. Fuckin' delicious.

She sucked me properly. No hesitation now. Let herself go into it.

Cal pushed her skirt up. Black sheer tights. Black knickers. Soaked through.

'Fuck, look at her Chloe. She is gagging for it.'

He ripped her tights, pulled her knickers aside. Pushed two fingers inside her. She moaned around my cock. Clenched around them.

'That's it,' Cal said. 'Good girl.'

She pushed back against his hand. Desperate. He fucked her with his fingers. Hard. She was dripping onto the leather seats.

'Fuck, slow down, I'm gonna come,' I grunted.

'Don't be a greedy bitch. My turn,' Cal said.

She didn't even hesitate, went from my cock to his. I sat back, stroking myself, watching her head bob up and down on Cal.

Cal kept fingering her while she sucked him. She whimpered. Squirmed. Her cunt was making obscene wet sounds.

Cal didn't last long. Came in her mouth. She swallowed.

'Please,' she gasped. 'Please fuck me. I need it.'

'Beg properly,' Cal said.

'Please fuck my cunt. Destroy it. Make it hurt. Please.'

Cal pulled his fingers out. Wiped them on her arse. Chloe was laughing, filming it all.

'Please. Please don't stop. Please...'

Cal fully removed his trackies and pushed his cock inside her. Sophie's mouth opened in a silent gasp.

He fucked her. Rough. Her face was pressed against the back seat. Skirt round her waist, tights ripped open, still on. Blouse half unbuttoned. Pearls swinging.

'Harder,' she gasped. 'Please harder. Hurt me.'

Cal grabbed her hair. Pulled her head back. Fucked her brutally. The car was rocking. Anyone who might walk past would know for sure. She was getting absolutely ruined.

'Someone's coming,' Chloe said, looking out the window.

'Good,' Cal grunted. 'Let them see what she is.'

Sophie clenched around him. Pulsed. The danger made her wetter.

'Gonna come,' Cal said.

'Inside. Please inside. Fill me...'

Cal came deep inside her. Held her there. When he pulled out she collapsed on the seat. Cum leaking onto the leather.

'Right, my turn,' I said. 'But I want proper access. Open the boot.'

Sophie looked confused. Chloe was grinning, knew exactly what I meant.

We all got out. I opened the tailgate. 'Get in. On your back.'

Sophie climbed into the boot, lay back on the carpet. Skirt still bunched up. Tights ripped. Cum dripping out of her.

I climbed in after her. Pulled her legs up, pushed them back towards her chest. Her feet were right there. Red painted toenails visible through the sheer black nylon.

'Fuckin' hell Jack,' Chloe laughed, leaning in to film. 'You and your weird foot thing.'

'Shut up,' I said, but I was grinning.

Pushed my cock inside Sophie. She gasped. This angle was deeper. I could get right up inside her.

Started fucking her. Slow at first, then harder. Her feet were bouncing with each thrust. I grabbed one, brought it to my mouth. Sucked her toes through the nylon. Tasted sweaty, made my cock so hard.

Fuck me. I love her posh feet in my mouth while my cock is deep inside her.

'Oh my God, that's so fuckin' kinky,' Chloe was filming it close up, laughing. 'Look at him.'

Sophie was moaning. Proper loud now. Didn't care who heard.

'You like that?' I asked. 'Like having your posh toes sucked while getting fucked in the school grounds?'

'Yes. God yes. Don't stop.'

I sucked each toe. Licked the sole of her foot through the nylon. Fucked her deep and hard. Cal's cum was making everything slick inside her.

'Gonna come,' I grunted.

'Inside. Please. Fill me more Jack.'

I came. Pushed deep as I could. Let it all go.

Pulled out and she just lay there in the boot. Wrecked. Cum leaking out of her from both of us. Tights ripped to shit. One foot still in my hand, toes wet from my mouth.

'Fix yourself,' Chloe said, panning the camera over her body. 'Your son's waiting.'

Sophie sat up in the boot. Wiped her face. Reapplied lipstick with shaking hands. Climbed out, pulled her skirt down. Buttoned her blouse.

She reached into her bag, pulled out a spare pair of tights. Course she had spares. We'd been fucking her at work, at home, everywhere. She'd learned to be prepared.

Kicked off her shoes, peeled off the ripped ones. Standing there in just her knickers, pulling on fresh tights. We just watched.

'Smart girl,' I said. 'Learned your lesson, haven't you?'

She didn't answer. Just put her shoes back on. But her hands were still shaking.

'Same time next week?' I laughed.

She didn't answer. Just got back in the driver's seat. Started the engine.

We watched her drive back towards the sports hall.

'Fuckin' hell,' Cal said. 'That was mental.'

'Yeah.'

Chloe grinned, checking the footage on her phone. 'She loved it though. Did you see her face? And Jack, mate, your foot fetish is properly weird.'

'Fuck off,' I said, but I was laughing.

That's what made it perfect.

---

Sophie found Thomas with his friends. Laughing about something.

'Everything alright, Mum? You were gone ages.'

'Just a tedious work call, darling.'

He hugged her. She held him tight.

'I love you,' she whispered.

'Love you too Mum.'

She let him go. Smiled. 'Right where's the tea? More importantly where are the biscuits...'

She chatted with the other parents about university applications and summer plans. Normal conversation. Normal mother.

Except she could feel it with every step. The wetness between her legs. The ache. Our cum still dripping down her thighs under her fresh tights.

Tomorrow would be worse. She'd wake up sore. And she'd touch herself remembering this. But she'd come harder than she ever had with her husband.