Momma's Jealous

That night Corey and Courtney discussed him bringing Camille over to meet her and agreed on hosting her for dinner next weekend. Apparently she and Corey had gone out a few times already and had been seeing each other for a few weeks. He met her at the diner that he and his baseball team ate at after practice, she was their waitress. The whole table of boys flirted with her but it was Corey that caught her eye. He explained to his mom that he was waiting to introduce her until they felt more serious than casual. The phrase 'serious' made her stomach turn but she was still excited to meet her son's first girlfriend.

The week felt like it dragged on forever but it was finally Friday. The closer Saturday got, the deeper the pit in her stomach grew. Courtney sat at her cubicle staring off into thought about tomorrow. She swayed side to side in her swivel chair and mindlessly chewed on a strand of hair. A knock on the wall snaps her out of it. She looks up and sees a familiar friendly face smirking at her. His name was Phillip but she called him Phil, 35 and divorced with no kids. His hair was dark and thinning a bit but still had volume to it. He had patchy scruff on his chin and yellow teeth with breath that smelt like coffee and cigarettes. He wasn't very tall either, just about the same height as most of the women in the office and much shorter compared to the rest of the men. Phillip wasn't the most attractive in the office but Courtney thought he was charming in a funny way. He was always making her laugh in conversation, which happened a lot since they shared a wall. Sometimes they'd smoke a joint together in his car after work. The pair were becoming closer and it was noticed by their coworkers.

"Hey daydreamer." Phillip smiles at her while holding two mugs of coffee and he offers her one. "Looked like you needed a little pick me up." He hands over the Garfield mug and keeps the Snoopy one for himself. He wore a baggy and wrinkled oversized button up, black slacks and a tie that looked like an electric guitar. Courtney takes the cup and takes a careful sip so as to not burn her tongue.

"My hero." She places the mug on the desk and sighs. "I really don't wanna go home after work..." She looks at the time on her desktop, they had about two hours of the work day left until it was five.

Phillip leans against the wall and shakes his head. "Y'know, you're probably the only person in the world to not want to go home after work on a Friday." He chuckles but stops when he sees that Courtney wasn't laughing along. "What's up?" He nudges her shoulder with his elbow. "Talk to your ol' pal Phil."

Courtney sighs again, more exasperated this time. "I'm just not looking forward to tomorrow, and if I go home that means tomorrow is even closer."

He watches her mope for a moment and takes a drink of his coffee before speaking. "Well, we can go drinking afterwards. I know a cool spot. And when I say cool, I mean cheap." He leans down and rests his chin on her shoulder. "I'll even pay. How about that?"

She pauses for a moment. She hadn't drank since that first night with Corey. But it did sound nice to take the edge off. She places her hand on the top of his head and could feel his balding spot. "Alright, I agree to your terms. As long as you're paying." Her nostrils fill with Phillip's cheap cologne. If anything, he probably just sprayed air freshener on himself.

Phillip plants a quick kiss on her shoulder then shoots up straight. "Yes ma'am." He winks at her and gives her an army salute then slinks back to his cubicle.

The two hours zip by then it's finally punch out time. Phillip waited by the wall as he watched Courtney collect her things. All he had was a busted up man purse with his laptop and pens inside. He thought it made him look more professional. Courtney thought it made him look more like a douche. She puts her phone in her bag and pulls out her keys then she stands.

She jingles her keys. "Let's get going." He steps to the side and gestures for her to lead the way, and takes a glance at her ass while he follows behind. They make their way to the pothole filled parking lot and his car beeps as it unlocks.

"Just follow me, it's not far from her. Promise." He gives her a wink before getting into his car and starting it up. Courtney then gets into her own but takes out her phone to text Corey to let him know she'd be home late before turning the key.

Corey was playing online on his PC with Camille while on a call together when he felt his phone go off next to him. He presses pause and picks up his phone to glance at the screen. "Hold on, my mom is texting me."

Camille laughs. "Momma's boy!" He says nothing but grins to himself.

'Going out with some coworkers. Will be home late! Leftovers are in the fridge.' Followed by several heart emojis. He skims the text and reacts to it with a heart then immediately hops back on the game.

Courtney follows Phillip's car like instructed and they pull into the back of a shitty looking dive bar. There weren't that many cars parked outside and it began to lightly sprinkle outside. Phillip waits by the door while she climbs out her car. "Looks fancy." She teases as she approaches.

He holds the door open with a beaming smile. "Right this way, m'lady." She walks on in and looks around. The place looked just as trashy on the inside as it did on the outside. Frank Sinatra played on an old fashioned jukebox and the walls were covered in old playboy posters and mounted up fish. There was an older couple sitting at a booth in the corner and an elderly man by himself at the bar. The bartender looked like a skinhead with a shiny bald head and neck and sleeve tattoos. "C'mon." Phillip grabs her hand and brings her to the bar.

Phillip calls out as they sit on the worn out stool cushions. "Ron! Two well whiskeys!" The fat bald man behind the counter nods and begins pouring their drinks then slides it over. Phillip grabs both then hands Courtney hers. "To three dollar wells!" He holds up his glass to her.

She smiles and holds up hers. "To not paying." They clink their glasses then throw their drinks back. She swallows it down with one hard gulp. It burned good. She missed drinking and was glad she said yes. "Thanks for inviting me out. I think I needed this." She places her hand on Phillip's knee.

His eyebrows raise at the gesture and smiles wide. "Hey Ron? Two more please!" He places his hand on top of hers and strokes her knuckles with his thumb.

They have about two more rounds after those and were a giggling mess by the end of it. They were feeling funny and flirty with five drinks in their system at this point. Phillip's hand found itself resting on her thigh and he'd give her a squeeze every now and then. He was practically undressing her with his eyes. She wore a pair of black kitten heels and a loose fitting thin grey skirt that stopped at her knees. Her top was just a black blouse but she'd put on her old and baggy community college sweater while she was in the car because it was all she had and it was getting cold outside.

Phillip clears his throat then sets his empty glass down on the bar counter. "Say we call it a night? It is-" He checks his wrist watch. "Fuck, it's already twelve." They'd spent the last several hours just talking and drinking, getting to know one another better than just on a surface level. They talked about their divorce and their ex spouses. Phillip talked about his cover band and Courtney talked about her first girlfriend in college. They both learned a little bit more about each other tonight.

Courtney drinks what remains at the bottom of her glass then sets it down. "How the hell were we supposed to get home??" They were both way too out of it to drive and the rain had picked up heavily since they first got inside. So there was no way either of them were driving anytime soon.

"Shit, I didn't really think that far. But I also didn't know we'd end up this drunk." He grins at her, bearing his yellow teeth. "When you drink, you can really drink."

She shrugs her shoulders and flips her wavy hair to the side. "It's been a while. I might have had too much fun." She uses hand to prop her head up while resting her arm on the bar.

Phillip reaches into his back pocket and pulls out his carton of cigarettes. He opens it up and instead of a cigarette, he pulls out a hand rolled joint. "Have any room for some more fun?" He wriggles his eyebrows and flicks his zippo lighter with his other hand. Courtney smiles back at him and nods. He gestures with a nod of his head for her to follow him to the back of the building. Next to the bathrooms was an exit door that led to the back dumpsters.

There was a metal sheet overhead that protected them from the pouring rain. The wind was blowing too much for Phillip to get the lighter to work so Courtney stands in front of him to help shield him. Eventually he gets the thing to light and puffs a few times to really get it to burn. He takes a long drag before placing it into Courtney's mouth, then playfully blowing the smoke at her face. She grins and wraps her lips around the joint. He watches her hair blow around in the wind. She looked so pretty without even trying and being a little drunk made him feel bold.

He takes the joint out of her mouth after she's had a few turns then puts it back in his own. "Ever shotgun before?" Courtney lies and shakes her head. She's done it before but she didn't want to ruin Phillip's move on her. He takes a long drag and leans in closer. He puts his hand on the side of her face and hovers his lips only inches away from hers. He slowly exhales the smoke into her mouth while not breaking eye contact with her. She breathes it in and puts her hand up to his chest, then blows it out. At the same time they lean into a deep heated kiss.

Phillip pushed her up against the wall and shoved his tongue down her throat in the same motion. He tasted like an ash tray and he was stronger than she expected. She liked that he overpowered her in that brief moment and let him take control. The joint falls to the ground and he grabs at her ass with one hand and gropes her tits with the other. A moan escapes her and echoes into his open mouth. He pulls away for a brief moment to gasp for air. He grabs a hold of her neck and licks from her jaw to her ear. She shutters and exhales a shaking sigh.

"I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you." He whispers into her ear then pulls her arm, leading her into the rain to head to his car. The car beeps when it's unlocked and he swings the back passenger door open and hurries her inside first. He climbs in right behind her then slams the car door shut. Both were now soaked and laughing then began to kiss again. Phillip moves her wet hair out of her face then starts removing her soaked sweater. Her blouse underneath was only a little damp but he removed that too anyway, now she only wore her bra. He'd always sneak glances at her cleavage at work but now he was looking at the whole thing, and he noticed some red markings. He grins at her and starts to undo her bra. "Looks like someone beat me to it." Her bra drops onto the seat and he pushes her back to lie down.

For a second Courtney didn't know what he was talking about until she remembered that Corey had left bite marks and hickies on her breasts the last time they slept together. An entire week had passed and Corey's hickies she'd left on his neck had faded by now and thankfully he and Camille hadn't seen each other all week for her to have seen anything. Corey was a bit more rough and the bite marks he left were still bruised, but Phillip didn't seem to mind. As long as he got his turn too. He shoved his face between her breasts and reached his hand down to slide it down her panties but to his pleasant surprise, she wasn't wearing any.

He laughs and speaks with his mouth against her neck. "You dirty bitch." With that, he slips two digits inside her. Courtney gasps and whines when he feels him bite her skin while thrusting his fingers. She was already wet and gave him all the lube he needed to go faster and began to curl them before slipping in a third. The car's windows began to fog up and boxed in her moaning. Phillip's mouth had moved on from her neck now to her tits. He latched onto her nipples and sucked desperately like he was trying to milk her. She could feel herself about to cum but he stops, almost like he knew. He slinks off his belt and rips his zipper down. He doesn't bother taking his pants or boxers completely off and just tugs them both down to his ankles to save on time, then gets back on top of her. His dick wasn't very long, only about average length but it was fat like a soda can and had a vein along its side. He had a lot of hair on his mound and even more on his balls. His dick twitched on its own and was already leaking from the tip.

Phillip reaches over the seat and rummages around in the glovebox then pulls out a condom. Who knows how long it's been in there, but neither of them gave a shit right now. He holds the wrapper in his teeth to rip it open and begins to eagerly slip it on. Courtney watches and keeps her legs spread for him. Once the condom is on, Phillip leans down to kiss her again and gets into the ready position. They exchange more spit for a moment and their kiss is broken by a moaning cry coming out of Courtney when he thrusts in. Her hole stretched out and gripped around him tight. He grunts and pushes in further, keeping both his hands on each side of her on the seat to keep himself up. She could feel his dick throb inside her and he gave her a brief moment to adjust. He stretched her out wider than Corey had when he fucked her ass. He whispers into her ear past the wet strands of her hair. "Hold on tight." Courtney follows his instructions and wraps her arms around his neck and her legs locked around his frame.

The car begins to shake and creak in no time as Phillip slams his fat dick in and out of her at a jackhammer pace and a footprint imprints on the fogged up back window. The small space is filled with hot air and the sounds of skin contact and Courtney's moans. She thought this was intense, she never figured Phillip to be the rough type but he knew what he was doing. He was fucking her hard and fast but not to the point to where she was in any discomfort. His dick not being that long helped with that. Her cervix didn't feel like a punching bag, instead it made her want to go harder so he could go in deeper to the parts of her he couldn't reach.

Phillip's hair and forehead were dripping sweat onto her chest. The car was only getting warmer from their heavy breathing and it was only going to get harder as he started giving her longer and harder strokes. Instead of ramming himself in and out he switches to a slowed down pull then slams himself back in balls deep. His change of rhythm rewards him with Courtney's nails digging into the back of his neck and her thighs squeezing around him tighter.

"Fuck! Phillip- harder!" Her begging was sincere and her wish was his command. He grabs both her wrists with each hand and pins them over her head and uses this to steady himself and hold her in place as he drills into her with all he's got. His moans were becoming almost as vocal as hers, getting closer and closer to cumming. Courtney loved the feeling of being made defenseless and pinned down like this, it gave her just the push she needed to go completely over the edge. She climaxes hard against his dick, and he could feel it. Her pussy got tighter as she reached her peak and practically squeezed the cum right out of him. Phillip groans as he fills the condom up to the brim then falls limp on top of her when he's done. Both are soaked from both sweat and rainwater and left a gasping mess in the back seat.

After a moment's rest, Phillip finally pulls his limp dick out of her and sits down. Again, he reaches over the seat and grabs his water bottle. He twists off the cap and takes several giant gulps before offering it to her next. Courtney doesn't sit up as she takes it and drinks it while still half lying down. He looks down at her and kisses her stomach before checking his watch again. It was now almost two. He huffs and pats her knee. "We gotta get you home." He reaches down into his pants to pull out his phone. "Let me call you an Uber."

Courtney sits up and yawns, stretching her arms out. "I think I'm good to drive now. It's not raining so hard anymore either." She wipes the fog off the mirror to look outside. The bar was already closed and they were the only two cars left in the lot.

"You sure?" He lifts up his pants and zips himself back up. "I don't wanna see your mangled corpse and totaled car on the news in the morning." She laughs and shoves his shoulder. "I'm serious, though. Promise me you'll drive slow?"

"I'll be fine. I'm not too far from home anyhow." She grabs her top and her sweater but only puts her blouse back on. "I promise." She kisses his cheek and puts her shoes back on. "I'll text you when I'm home." She opens the car door and climbs out.

"You better." Phillip waves to her as she closes the door and he stays to watch her until her car has left the parking lot.

Courtney had several unread texts from Corey asking her where she was and if everything was okay plus two missed calls. He was worried and it made his own mom feel like she was a kid out breaking curfew. She knew she'd have to explain herself when she got home. Like she had said, she really didn't live too far from where they were and got back home in less than fifteen minutes. But it was already two by the time she pulled into the driveway. She looks at herself in the rear view mirror to see if she had looked like she just had sex. But she just looked like she got caught in a rainstorm instead, the perfect cover up.

She sends off a text letting Phillip know that she was home then shuts off the car and makes her way to the front door. Her fingers fumble through the keys but the door opens before she could find the right one. Corey stood there looking tired and a bit mad. "You never answered me."

Courtney frowns and sighs as she walks past him to get into the house. "I know, baby. I'm sorry. I wasn't paying much attention to my phone." She kicks off her shoes and throws her bag on the couch. Corey follows her to the laundry room to keep nagging. "You know Camille is coming over today, right? Why'd you pick tonight to get shit faced and come home at 2AM??"

She stops in her tracks, taken aback at his tone then turns to look at him. "I'm still your mother." Her voice was stern, a tone she hadn't used with him in a long time. She opens the washing machine door, throws her wet sweater in then slams it shut. "You don't get to talk to me that way. And as your mother, I don't need to explain myself." In a huff, she storms off to her room and slams the door behind her, leaving Corey alone.

(CONTINUED...)