How does this keep happening...? 1
written by:
jwdoney

This is a work of fiction that is inspired by and meant to be a sexy tribute to pornstar Jodi West and her trapped and taken situations... If you go to NUDEVISTA, PORNHUB or other prominent adult sites and search for Jodi West, you cannot help but find various clips where Jodi is a MILF, a mother-in-law or a stepmom who gets trapped, caught or tricked into awkward situations and gets taken advantage of. The scenarios explored in this story are inspired by these readily available movies and clips but the overall series stems completely from my vivid imagination. As the writer, I will be taking certain liberties with "Jodi" since I do not know her personally, what she thinks, or what her decisions and thoughts would be. This includes her age, description, opinions, imagined thoughts and conversations. None of what I write or depict is intended to be offensive or degrading in anyway. Truthfully, my hope is that if somehow Jodi West became aware of my story about her, she would be happy and like what I write, and that the readers get the same enjoyment from my words, that I get from her acting.

Obviously, any people, places, names, products and events mentioned, including the likeness of ‘Jodi West' are used without permission or endorsement.

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All I could think was... how do I get myself into these situations?

I'm not clumsy, awkward or accident prone, I didn't walk under a ladder recently, break a mirror that I can recall, and I don't even know a black cat. Somehow lately I get myself into strange, weird, and often inappropriate situations and predicaments. The worst part is what happens when I try to get help out of the situation... and end up with help that is not necessarily helpful... let me try to explain.

My name is Jodi and I am a divorced single mother of an 18 year old son named Tyler who alternates between staying with me and his father. I have money thanks to a good divorce attorney and an even better investment advisor, and I have a couple of part time jobs more for the distraction than the income. Being 40 doesn't come easy and I work out, go to the gym, play tennis and try to eat right, but girls half my age look twice as good and it's not easy to get a man let alone keep one. I am 5' 8" with long dirty blonde hair and an average body. I may not be a supermodel but I can still turn heads and hooking up isn't the problem... it's getting them to stay after they get what they want. My two jobs couldn't be more different if I had tried to make them so. One is a stager, a person who stages homes, apartments and offices for open houses and for sale or lease. If you've ever watched HGTV or DIY, you know what a stager does and it's good money and even better hours. My other job is bookkeeper or accountant for a pair of privately owned lingerie shops here in town that wish they were Victoria's Secret but do well enough if you ask me. We don't sell sexual aids or porno dvd's. Mostly lingerie, various types of condoms, and some oils and lotions. To be honest, it's actually quite upscale... just not Victoria's Secret.

There wasn't really a starting point to all of this, so much as a first incident, and as hard as it will be to believe, imagine how it was for me when it happened. I was out shopping for a dinner party I had planned for 7pm and I was tired, frustrated, in a hurry, and wishing I had worn different heels. I carried the bags to the door and realized I had the wrong keys and I was locked out. I stood there fuming and sweating through my brand new silk blouse and wished I could just start the entire day over. My skirt was aggravating me, my panties were giving me a wedgie and my blood pressure was elevated to say the least. I looked for the hide a key but the spot was empty and I swore silently at my son for not replacing it the last time he used it. I made myself madder as I stared through the glass of the door to see my keys sitting on the corner of the table along with my list which I had forgotten. My blouse was unbuttoned to my bra line and still it felt like I was in a sauna. I sighed and stared at the sliding kitchen window which I did not want to crawl through in this tight skirt. I decided maybe I could lean in the window and reach the door handle or at worst get inside, gather myself, and no one would know my humiliation at having to sneak into my own house. I slid the window open a bit, pushed the outdoor couch to below the window, adjusted the pillows, and shoved the window wide open. The blast of cool air from inside made my nipples perk up and press against the lace of my bra and I whined to no one and wished I could get laid.

I tried to gather myself, exhaled in a huff, then climbed to the window and dropped the grocery bags inside and stared at the door handle. If I leaned in I could maybe reach or if I was feeling daring I could try to climb in and just hope I didn't break my neck. If I had worn anything other than my expensive white silk blouse and extremely tight black skirt, I might just be willing to crawl in and call it a day. But unless I hiked my skirt up to my waist or took it off, I would only embarrass myself and likely break my neck. I sighed and considered smashing the glass on the door and then telling the insurance company I found it that way. I almost slipped and then my arm was caught on something and I froze, caught my breath, and realized my expensive silk blouse was snagged on something at the wrist. I tried to pull but heard and felt the material tear so I stopped moving and then realized things went from bad to worse. Not only was I halfway in and halfway out of the window with my wrist caught, but my skirt was snagged on something and my panties were pulled tight against my achy pussy. It was bad enough that I wasn't seeing anyone and I hadn't had sex in weeks, but now to be in a situation like this. My skirt was hiked up, my panties stretched tight across my crotch and my blouse hanging open... I was a mess. For the life of me I just didn't see how things could possibly get any worse... until I heard "Mrs. West?" I gasped "Fuck", exhaled slowly, and then called out "Adam? Is that you Adam?"

Adam is one of my son's friends who thinks I don't realize that he hangs around hoping to see me in a bikini, a short skirt, some lingerie, a towel... who knows. If this were a porn story or a late night Cinemax movie it would be cute but most of the time it's exhausting. I mean, does he really think he'll be in the right place at the right time and I'll just have sex with him? The idiocy of my own thoughts made me flush as I realized trapped as I was with my skirt hiked, my blouse open and my panties bunched... Adam would think he was in Heaven. I heard "Yes it's me..." and he chuckled and said "What are you doing Mrs. West?" I said "I'm baking a cake... what does it look like? And for God's sake Adam, stop calling me Mrs. West. I told you a hundred times to call me Jodi". Adam gasped quietly "Oh my God" but I heard him and I said "Stop staring at my ass and help me, I'm stuck". He was laughing and I said "You stop laughing right now and help me or else". Adam quit laughing and came closer as he asked "What do you want me to do?" He was pressed completely against me and rubbing my legs and upper thighs but I ignored it and said "Try to lift me so that I can get in and unlock the door". Adam slipped his arms around me and tried twice but I gasped "Hold on... hold on... my skirt is caught on something". Adam was pulling and touching and I gasped "Hey, watch it with the hands" as he rubbed my ass and inner thighs at least twice each. Then as he was pulling his hands from around me his watch or something caught the front of my blouse and it tore completely open with a loud shred and buttons flew and clattered.

I exhaled and muttered "That's just great" and stared down at the stupid groceries in the stupid bags on my stupid floor. Adam was apologizing about ripping my blouse and not only managed to cup my breasts through my bra with both his hands, but ended up spilling both of them free of the cups. I gasped "Will you stop mauling me and let me think?" So now my blouse was torn all the way open, my boobs were exposed and free, my skirt was practically up around my waist and my panties were wedged in my ass as well as against my wet pussy. Not to mention I was still stuck because my sleeve was caught on something at the wrist. Adam said "If your skirt is snagged, let me see if I can get it loose" and I sighed and said "Be careful, you already ripped my blouse". Adam said "Sorry... sorry..." and he pulled at my skirt and not only did I feel and hear the button at the waistband pop but there was a tearing sound and I almost fell forward into the window. Adam grabbed me and I could hear and feel the material tearing and then it gave and I was stuck there in my panties, torn blouse and useless bra. I said "You have got to be kidding me" but Adam said "I'm sorry... I... I just..." and I heard a zipper. I know it was a zipper... it was definitely a zipper... and Adam was apologizing and then I froze when I felt something hard and warm press against my ass and between my legs against my soaked panties. I gasped "What the...? Adam... you cannot be serious..." but he was definitely rubbing his cock against my ass and pussy and then he was tugging at my panties and I gasped "Would you stop... don't..."

Adam was rubbing my wet lips, mauling my breasts, and tweaking my nipples and I saw stars and got dizzy and moaned. I didn't mean to moan but it felt so good despite the absurdity of it all. I begged him "Please... not like this... I'm stuck..." but he said "I can't take it anymore Mrs. West... Jodi... you are so fucking hot I can't stand it". I barely processed his hormone soaked compliment as Adam pulled my panties down and I moaned "Adam... not like this honey... please?" He poked against me and then he was inside me and it felt like he was filling me as I gasped "Really?" Adam wasted no time as he began to pound me like a nail while he drove into me furiously. He made sure to grab, rub and cup both of my breasts, tweak my nipples, and he was stroking about as deep into me as was possible. Any thoughts of fending him off or getting him to stop vanished as the mood swept over me and now all I wanted to do was have some pent up release. I held the window sill and moaned as Adam took full advantage of my situation and fulfilled his not so secret fantasy of fucking me. If this were any other situation I would have...

Oh Hell, this was my first time to be fucked from behind by my son's friend while trapped in a window so what did I know?

I could feel a climax coming and held onto the window and the last of my wits as Adam grunted and huffed behind me. This wasn't sex and it certainly wasn't making love but if ever someone fucked me... it was Adam. I felt the warmth wash over me, my vision got dark, my body tingled and then I screamed through an orgasm so intense I may have seen stars and I thought I might have tasted colors. I could barely breathe or think and Adam tensed inside me and then for whatever reason he pulled out of me, grunted and then exploded all over the back of me. I could feel his warm cum splash on my back and hair and it was warm through my thin, silky blouse and on my neck. Adam huffed and stroked and I felt cum land on my ass and legs and then he sighed and said "Thank you". I muttered "You're welcome. I hope you enjoyed it". I caught my breath and huffed "Now get that door opened". I heard some rustling behind me and then a zipper just before Adam lifted me and pushed me through the window to land on the floor amongst the groceries with a thump. The sleeve of my blouse hung strong as I now lay there humiliated and used with cum in my hair, on my neck, back, legs and ass and naked except for my bra which was askew and covered nothing. I ached, my head hurt, I was embarrassed, and Adam knocked at the door and stood there holding my torn skirt and wet panties as if they were a prize. I stood shakily, glared at Adam, and attempted to adjust my bra for at least some sliver of modesty... but it burst open and slid down my arms. I dropped it with a sigh, opened the door for Adam and said "You're a real jerk" and he blushed and handed me the remains of my skirt and my underwear. I snatched them from him and said "You better never tell anyone about this and I mean it".

Adam got a soda from the fridge and still seemed shameful as he said "I couldn't help it Jodi, you're like the hottest MILF ever". I said "Oh, I'm a MILF? Well that makes it okay then... since I'm a MILF. Christ Adam, you just fucked me while I was stuck in the window. You didn't even have the decency to take me on a date, buy me flowers... shit, you didn't even take me to a bedroom". Adam stared at the floor and I huffed "Besides all that... why did you pull out?" Adam blinked rapidly and stared at me and I said "I can't get pregnant idiot, I've been fixed for years". I stormed off naked and took a shower and was standing there nude brushing my hair when Adam knocked and came in as if it was okay to do so. I stared at him in the mirror and he smiled until I glared at him and said "We are NOT lovers now. You got what you wanted and that was it. I meant what I said Adam... you better never breathe a word of any of this". He blushed, nodded, and started to walk away and I felt bad and said "Hold on". Adam waited and I asked "Were you serious what you said about how hot you think I am?" Adam said "Hell yes. You're a babe compared to all the other women". I said "Okay... so... I meant it when I said we're not lovers... however... now that you've fucked me like some random slut... maybe you might want to make love to me?"

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The next day I was at my tennis lesson and the usual instructor was out due to a family emergency. Unfortunately the woman taking his place was not any better at tennis that I was. By the time the so called lesson was over I was tired and frustrated and went to the locker room to change and shower. There was never enough time in the day and I had errands to run and lately it just seemed like I was always running late. The club is nice so I have no problem showering there and I was considering a massage for my achy muscles as well. I stripped completely, grabbed my towel and toiletry bag and went to the showers but something was wrong. I tried three stalls and either it was only cold water or none at all. I gave up after the fourth stall produced only a trickle of lukewarm water and went back to my locker but it was closed and locked... and the key was inside it with everything else including my clothes and phone. Damn. The towel was to dry off, not cover up with, so to say it concealed nothing and covered less is an understatement. I set my toiletry bag on the bench in front of my mysteriously locked locker and went near the door to see if I could see security, someone from the club, a burglar, maybe a random locksmith? I heard some noise behind me and turned to see what it was and then the door opened and whacked me right on the head. My hair was in my eyes, I was dizzy and saw stars. I was off balance and stumbled then someone plowed by me roughly and growled "Excuse you" and I was brushed aside and still stumbling. By the time my vision cleared and I pulled my hair back I realized I was standing naked and dazed in the middle of the main hallway of the clubhouse. People were staring at me and my naked body and someone gasped while another person shouted "Look... she's naked".

I was embarrassed and confused, my head hurt, and I rushed into the locker room past a naked man combing his hair. He was staring at me wide eyed and when I rushed past him he said "You need to get out". Another man completely wet and wrapped in a towel said "You can't be in here" even as he surveyed my naked body. My heart raced and I thought "Oh crap, I'm in the men's locker room and I'm naked". I was unsure what to do but there was some shouting and someone said "I think she came in here". I hurried down a row and hid behind the end row of lockers as two club attendants and a security officer started to look around. A voice said "Hey, in here" and I turned to see a tall, good looking man waving to me from a shower stall with a yellow curtain. I went over and he pulled me in with him and even as I realized he was buck naked he slid the curtain shut and whispered "Shhh..." As I stood crowded in there with him I could only watch while his thick cock slowly got hard while he peeked out from the curtain. The last thing I wanted to do was get horny and especially didn't want to get laid in the men's locker room... but his cock just kept getting harder. I tried to focus but all I saw was his cock standing taller, getting bigger, and throbbing and the man turned to look at me and said "If we're quiet they... are... are you okay?" I swallowed and pointed to his cock and he blushed and said "Sorry, you're hot. What can I say?" I whispered "No, that worked" and he smiled and peeked back out the curtain.

There was some shouting and the voices got closer and the man said "Sorry about this" and he turned on the water and stepped out naked and slid the curtain shut and shouted "What's all the fuss?" Someone said "Some crazy hooker is running around the building naked" and another guy I couldn't see gasped "Jesus Lord, would you look at the size of that?" The man I had excited said "I think I saw her slip out the side door" and a voice said "Joe, over here, she got outside" and the man came back in to find me standing there frustrated and drenched. He crowded in with me and we were shifting around and his plan may have been to move beside me or something but when we heard "Now hold on, she may still be in here" we froze. That put him behind me with his hands on my bare hips and his massive cock rammed between my ass cheeks. We stood like that for a moment and then he shifted and whispered "Sorry, but this hurts" and he adjusted himself and the next thing I knew his huge cock was between my legs almost lifting me off the floor. I hissed "How is that any better" but he gasped softly "It's not". His cock was rubbing my already riled up pussy and I had to focus because I was real close to making bad decisions. He rubbed almost the length of my slit several times and I turned to face him and mumbled "Why don't you just fuck me?" The man lifted me like I was a small toy and suddenly I was facing him as he pushed me against the tile wall, parted my legs, and slid slowly into me. In my entire life I had never experienced so much pain and pleasure at the same time and I think that I literally blacked out by the time he was fully inside me.

I opened my eyes and he was huffing as he stroked slowly into me and it felt like he was ramming a telephone pole inside me. I couldn't see straight and I knew damn well I wouldn't be able to walk when he was done and yet past all the pain I could feel my body tingle all over. I have no idea how long we did it but I was dizzy and breathless and suddenly my body tensed and I moaned as my climax washed over me. The man pulled my face to his and kissed me full on while he thrust into me through my entire orgasm. I was weak and would have collapsed had he not held me and continued having his way after my climax subsided. I gripped him as he pounded me into submission and I seriously thought he might never finish. After 3 days... but what may have been 3 hours... or maybe 10 minutes... the man tensed and began to grunt and then he exploded inside me so much I gagged and thought he might be filling me he came so much. By the time he was done with me I ached everywhere and I slumped slowly down the tile wall to sit on the floor used, humiliated and achy while the man washed up and smiled down at me. He said "Thanks" and then left the shower stall while I sat there dizzy and thinking "No problem". A couple of minutes later a club attendant slid the shower curtain aside and held a towel out for me. I stared up at him and he said "The manager said to come get you" and I blinked and wondered "He was the manager?" The attendant led me to the hallway where everyone stared until a female attendant came along and said "Move along, nothing to see here".

I wasn't sure whether to be happy or insulted.

By the time they unlocked my locker and I got dressed and fled the scene, I had three offers for dinner, two dates and someone handed me a $100 bill. I got home and thankfully no one was around so I just dropped my stuff and went to lie on my bed. I had the day off and pulled a blanket over me and took a nap and woke up feeling sore and ashamed sometime around 4pm. I took a shower and put on simple panties, a tank top and loose shorts with a plan to get some housework done. I was alone with nobody to impress so I didn't need to dress up or wear a bra. I started some laundry, cleaned out the fridge and vacuumed the living room, then stopped for a cold soda and some Doritos. The front door opened and Tony came in and smiled, hugged me, then grinned and said "You look like you've had a day". I sighed and said "You have no idea. I didn't know you were coming and I don't have a bra on, so no staring and behave". Tony smiled and stared at my chest barely contained in the tank top and said "No problem". Of course my nipples had to show off and perk right up and Tony certainly didn't complain. I asked "Are you here for dinner or the night?" He said "Both if that's okay?" I smiled and said "We can order something in a bit, I'm too tired to cook and you are always welcome here baby. Your father may be a prick, but I love you... so yeah". Tony is my ex-husband's son and was my stepson for a few years but now we're just friends. He is a handsome, hunky 20 year old college student who stays with me when he's on this side of town and has a room and keeps some things here.

Tony went down the hall to his room with his backpack and I loaded the dishwasher and went to load the soap but somehow fumbled it to the back of the cabinet under the sink. I leaned down but it was out of reach so I got down on my knees and reached in but missed the box. I sighed and crawled closer and bonked my head on a pipe or something and then stopped moving because I felt my hair pull and it was caught on something. I whined and tried to free my hair and then the bracelet on my wrist snagged and I stayed still and whispered "Fuck" as I was really trapped. Both my hair and my wrist were caught on something and my tank top was halfway up my back with my bare boobs just swaying freely. My shorts were slipping, my panties were askew, and just before I called to Tony for help getting unstuck I wondered "How does this keep happening to me?"

............................ To be continued...