I groped around unceremoniously; part of Grant's initial awkwardness and then the head of my dick found a way inside. I was cursing under my breath, Grant was short and I was experiencing his frustration first hand. I grasped her tightly and started to pull her to the floor, as we settled I pushed slowly inside as I made my way up her body.
We started to kiss again, as I slowly fed my long dick deeper. She started to writhe, gasping and moaning again. Grant was a master of the penetration and I used all of his experience.
Resting my hands on the floor I pushed away, flexing my arms and shoulders. As I worked my hips, giving long deep thrusts I tensed and relaxed my abs. Claire was gasping with every thrust, pushing against me all the time. Beads of sweat were forming, as I felt my face redden. I paused for a moment, taking a breath, then continued, more slowly. Claire could read my face, she knew I was close.
Shivers ran down my spine and my abs tightened and I squeezed. Throwing my head back I groaned as I shot my first load into the latex bag. I resumed long deep strokes and then shot a second, third and forth time.
Gasping, I relaxed feeling spent and pulled myself clear of Claire. I laid next to her and we stared at the ceiling for a while. I felt her move and looked over, the smiled. "That was good, but not as good as the real you," she whispered. She kissed me and got to her feet, pulling on her underwear.
I sat up and pulled the rubber from my flaccid dick. It was full, she took it from me and handed me some tissues. I watched as she tied a knot in the end and visited the bathroom. After cleaning myself up I pulled on my clothes again, and fixed my hair.
Returning to the kitchen, I sat at the breakfast bar and twiddled my thumbs as I waited for Claire to return. When she did, I turned on a picture of innocence and she smiled shaking her head. "So what plans do you have for the weekend Grant," she asked.
"I little road trip to Vegas, I thought." I snapped my fingers, "Can you grab the money from the jar?" I asked.
From the top shelf she pulled a thick roll of bills and handed it to me. "That should help," I told her. "Can you give Chris a call, then I'll go up and find him."
She nodded. "Chris," she called, "Grant is here, I'll send him up."
"OK mom," came a shout.
I jumped from the stool and kissed Claire before running up the stairs to Chris' room.