In the game world, absolutely anything can happen, and this time Jane learns the brutal consequences of harassing an assassin.
The sexy mom and librarian is craving some hard penetration, and when she enters the game of a genetically modified assassin, she gets what she came for. Rough and sometimes even painful surprises are just one of her kinks, and she closes her eyes as she chooses a game for her eighth gaming trip.
When the curvy woman lands in a scientific complex, she immediately notices that one of the scientists is not like the others. After she interrupts the bald man's mission, he seduces the hell out of her, while secretly planning to use her lush body to complete his mission. Jane can hardly believe it when she's viciously double-crossed and tossed to the sadistic wolves to pay the price for the hitman's crimes.
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Jane came home from a stressful day of smacking her boss's hands away from her curvy ass to find her eighteen-year-old son playing one of his first video games. "Aren't you a little old for this one?” she asked, watching the plumber walk through a haunted house in search of ghosts.
Zack shrugged. “No...well, maybe,” he admitted, then put the controller aside to give her his full attention. “Guess I'm just bored, and that reminds me. I've been eighteen for almost a week and I'm still waiting for that new game you promised me."
Her brain began calculating their finances, while the thought of a new game to explore perked her up. She grabbed her car keys and jingled them. “You got it, babe. Come on, you drive.”
They headed to a nearby thrift store that always had a great selection, but it was closed so Zack drove a little farther to a game store. He bee-lined straight for the game prequel about a genetically enhanced assassin, and Jane headed for the sales clerk to see about ordering another copy of Damien's game. She'd met the half cyborg in her first game, and as he treated her to the best sex she'd ever had, she fell for the man. Hard. In fact she almost felt like it was love...with a lot of lust sprinkled on top.
Unfortunately, Zack loaned the game to a friend and now Jane was feeling a little desperate to see him again. Her thoughts were constantly drifting back to him, distracting her with a maddening regularity.
The sales clerk shook his head. “Sorry, ma'am. That game is like, uh, sixteen years old. Why don't you try one of the five sequels? Same main character, same dystopian, cyberpunk society. They're stealth shooter games, too, just like the first one only with better graphics and excellent story-lines.”
He handed Jane a game with Damien's picture on the cover and it almost took her breath away. She sighed dreamily and ran a finger over his handsome face. The sales clerk raised his eyebrows and whistled softly, wondering what the sexy woman was thinking. She was the hottest MILF he'd ever laid eyes on.
“Uh, yeah. It's sixty-five bucks,” he told her, stepping closer to stroke a finger down her arm. "I wish my mom liked games as much as you do. Why don't you give me your number and I'll text you if the game comes in."
Jane's eyes widened as the kid almost her son's age hit on her…at least she was pretty sure that's what he was doing. She'd been with young men before in the video games, but not in real life. However, that didn't stop her from daydreaming about it, and the image of him bending her over the checkout counter flashed through her head. He was thrusting hard, using all of his youthful strength.
"Dude, do the words 'personal space' ring a bell at all for you?" Zack's angry voice asked, causing the sales clerk to jump a few feet away.
Her son was big, just like her ex-husband, and she could see why he'd scare someone. Still, she'd always see him as her little boy, even though he now towered over her.
As she paid for the game, the clerk discretely slipped his phone number into her hand as he returned her credit card, his brown hair half-covering his eyes. She smiled because he reminded her of Jace, a young outlaw from the cowboy game she entered. Jace had practically oozed charismatic charm, even as he helped to tear the clothes from her body, hogtie her and hang her from the barn's rafters.