Do You Dare? (Britney Spears)

[Cadeauxxx]

Do You Dare?
Starring: Britney Spears

Themes: MILF, Cougar, Romance, Older Woman/Younger Man, Teasing, Lap Dance, Dirty Talk, Fantasy

Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional. This is fiction, it did NOT happen. Fantasy is legal. Please do not copy this story to any site without my permission.


Calabasas, California

The driver door slammed shut as a bright spot made sunlight ricochet across the windshield. Chips of metallic red paint fell years ago from the rear with no visible dents. The car was a Chevrolet Caprice from 1998. Three decades of heavy use put the mileage over 150k. The previous owners had sold it and let it trade hands once they found better, newer vehicles. To Mason, he only knew of the car belonging to his uncle before him. It sat under a rain tarp for several summers, rusting away in the passing of time. On his twenty-first birthday, he needed a car to get around town and was given the keys. Within the span of two months, he learned why his uncle had left the car to rust away like a bucket behind his garage. Wiring issues and a faulty battery led to the first repairs. To anyone else, it was just an old junker car. Mason thought differently since it was his only mode of transportation around town. Unable to afford a better ride, the car was better than paying the expenses of Uber drivers and bumming free rides off his few friends.

No clouds hung across the blue horizon to block the incoming sunlight. Mason glanced down at the concrete. Near the road was a patch of high grass where he stood, hiding his white sneakers. He sported a fresh five o'clock shadow across his face. Brown eyes matched the color of his short hair. Under his leather jacket was a black T-shirt hiding his athletic body. Denim jeans covered his legs. He grabbed his phone to check where he had been stranded today. Thousand Oaks was an enclave filled with long, winding black roads and tall stone walls to hide away the mansions of the rich and famous. Every house was a gigantic estate visible from afar. They thrived in a different world, enjoying the fruits of luxury and wealth that was unheard of for someone like Mason. The novelty of viewing a large-scale mansion quickly wore off from the number of times he had driven these roads. Mason didn't think much of the people there, as fame didn't interest him at all. His brother was always talking about the famous people who lived in the hills. Mason was never curious about them. He chose to skip going to college and took up a part-time job at a local family-owned hardware store in Westlake Village.

Cars sped by with no one stopping to help him. After two vehicles moved through the lane, Mason held up his left hand and waved. A red sports car flew by. The driver didn't have a car in the world to stop. Left with the howling sound of tires sliding across paved concrete, he let out a sigh. There were no good samaritans coming to help. All he needed was someone to help jump-start the car, and he would be on his way. There was no ideal way he could pay a fee for a tow truck. Other bills were more important right now. Looking down at his phone, he scrolled through the contacts of a few friends. Mason had only one friend who had familiarity with this part of town. He scrolled through the list of names and stopped at Jayden. Texting him was a complete waste of time. He would never hear the notification since he kept his phone on vibration. Everyone had to call him when they wanted to get in touch. That was all Mason could do now but hope that his friend would answer the urgent call. He walked to the car, facing the hood as he raised the phone to his ear and listened to it ring. Several seconds passed as the phone continued to ring. Just as Mason was beginning to lose hope, someone picked up.

"Yo!"

"Hey man, are you busy right now? I could use some help with something."

"What do you mean? Did something happen?"

"Yeah, I'm broken down out here on the road around Thousand Oaks. People are driving by, and no one will bother stopping to help me jump my car off. Can you come help me?"

"My mom lives out there. I've been driving her car this week. I can swing by and pick you up."

"Could you jump me off?"

"Is it the old Chevy you've been driving since January?"

"Yeah, that's the car."

A chuckle was heard through the phone.

"I told you to get a better car, man. That thing is an old rust bucket. You're always breaking down in it."

Ignoring the comment, Mason made a mental note not to get emotional. He wasn't in a position to take offense to such remarks.

"Can you help me out?"

"Sure. I'll pick you up and take you to my mom's house. Then you can call a tow truck or something, I don't know. But I'm not getting out on the side of the road in her Mercedes. I'll stop, and you can get in."

The phone clicked before Mason had a chance to say anything back. Without any choice in the matter, his car would be left behind for the time being. Jayden was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. One of the many rich young men around Calabasas who came from a wealthy family. Mason met him at a park last summer, where they bonded over sharing joints. Smoking weed was an old habit difficult to move away from. Jayden rarely talked about his parents. The only time he mentioned his mom was saying that she was loaded with cash. Whenever he needed something, he had family to help him. It was the complete opposite of Kane's reality. If this woman could afford an estate in Thousand Oaks, then she was indeed wealthy, as Mason assumed. He tried not to think much of it as he stood around waiting. He was already beginning to sweat under his dark leather jacket. A white Mercedes-Benz slowed down near the curb. Behind the wheel was a young man with short brown hair and a clean shaved face wearing a white T-shirt. Jayden arrived, honking the horn as he pulled over and unlocked the doors. Mason reached out, grabbing the passenger door handle and opening it.

"Thanks for coming. I can't believe no one would stop for me. They saw me and no one stopped."

He shut the door and fastened his seat belt. Jayden wore a pair of beige cargo shorts to go with his shirt. The interior of the car had sleek, black leather seats. Luxurious compared to the old vehicle Mason was driving an hour earlier. The first thing that hit Mason was the powerful air conditioner turned on. It made the car feel so much more welcoming after standing around in the hot sun for the past several minutes. Jayden shifted gears, speeding forward as he pushed his foot to the gas. Mason shoved his phone back into the inner pocket of his jacket. Rows of trees and the sidewalks moved in a blur out of the windows.

"So this is your mom's car?"

"Yeah, man. It's fancy, huh?"

Jayden smiled as his hands gripped the steering wheel. He turned, glancing at his friend. He could see that Mason had never been in a car like this before. That made the moment more exciting.

"Just wait until we get to my mom's house. You ain't seen anything yet."

"I take it your mom lives in one of the mansions up here?"

Nodding his head, Jayden replied.

"One of the biggest. It's freaking huge. Ever since I came back to L.A. I've been going over there. I actually forgot how big it really is. She let me borrow her car, so I have to come around at least once a week to see her."

His words gave a sour impression to Mason. It didn't sound like a normal, healthy relationship in the way Jayden described visiting as a requirement. Calling roadside service to drag his car was going to cost Mason some money. For the time being, he kept his concerns to himself. Jayden turned the car down another path and entered through a gateway. The large black steel bars were already pulled apart, waiting for his car. Two security guards stood close by wearing black suits. Mason watched out the window as one of them held a walkie-talkie to his mouth and said something. Their eyes were hidden behind a pair of black sunglasses.

"Your mom has security people?"

"Yeah, man. She has a whole team."

Mason was shocked but stopped himself from asking who she was. Jayden's mom had to be someone of great importance. Everyone living around town was well aware of the famous people who lived in the hills. There were many options for Mason to guess her identity. He was unsure if he would recognize her. The car pulled up in the stone and brick layered driveway. Jayden shut the engine off and unfastened his seat belt. Mason did the same and opened the door. His eyes scanned the wide scale of the multi-million-dollar property. To the left he saw a large water fountain with stone tiles. The front door had four white columns over the roof. Mason's eyes enlarged, taking in the view of a place that put his own tiny apartment to shame. Jayden shut the car door and stepped around him.

"Come on, this way."

"This place is so big. Who is your mom again? You never told me what she does."

Jayden completely ignored the question. No reaction visible on his face as he marched to the front door and opened it. The walls were a faded yellow color. Grey square tiles made up the floor as they entered a large room. Mason stood there, gazing around at the immense size. Onward led to the living space with white carpet, multiple blue couches, and a full entertainment room. Roman columns divided the area away from the tiled section. The light filled the room from a set of uncovered glass doors. A hint of a swimming pool and garden was visible outside. Across from the door was a black tripod setup for a single camera. The device was positioned for a perfect angle to make the glass doors into a proper background. Mason stood there, eyes gazing up at the large roof. This was more than a mansion. It was a palace crafted for a royal queen. Jayden stepped around, and then more footsteps could be heard from the distance.

"Hey Mom, I made it."

"Hey there sweetie!"

Turning his head, Manson glanced down the left corridor. A short woman with blonde hair stepped forward. Heels stomped loudly across the tiles as she made her way forward. A big smile ran across her face, showing the most perfect teeth Mason had ever seen. She rushed to her son to give him a hug. Her long golden hair was parted down the middle, revealing a strong hint of brunette roots. Dark mascara outlined her brown eyes. After she pulled away from Jayden, she stood across Mason. A white crop top covered her chest but didn't prevent her busty rack from bulging outward. Below, he could see her flat stomach and belly button exposed. Subtle hints of tattoos on both hips were barely visible. The traces of ink were hidden by her pink low-rise shorts that went up to her thighs. Black high heel pumps completed the outfit. Her legs were muscular and appeared strong at first glance. Had this meeting been anywhere else beyond this massive house, Mason would've assumed Jayden's mom was a stripper. First impressions were difficult to ignore.

"Who are you?"

She offered a friendly smile, looking into his eyes. Her voice had a flair of a southern accent.

"I'm Mason. Jayden had to pick me up on the side of the road. My car is broke down."

Jayden let out a sigh and nodded.

"Yeah, Mason's car is stuck on the side of the road not far from here. Since he called, I told him I could bring him to your place so he can call a towing number."

"What should I call you, Miss?"

Planting her hands on her hips, the woman looked at Mason and spoke firmly.

"Call me Britney."

He was asking for her last name, but she greeted him on a first name basis. Jayden swallowed, turning his head to avoid the embarrassed expression on his face.

"You said your car broke down?"

"Yeah."

"Really? That jacket you're wearing made me think you were a motorcycle man!"

Mason burst out laughing loudly with Britney.

"I've never been on a motorcycle before."

"I'm surprised, Jayden never brings friends over. How did the two of you meet?"

The young men looked at each other, as if quietly thinking of a polite way to skirt around the truth. They couldn't just blurt out how they met from smoking pot and trading blunts. From the way Jayden looked at him, Mason could see his friend needed to be bailed out with a solid alibi.

"I work at a little department store. Jayden came in to buy a pipe wrench one day. I walked him through how to take off the bolts on a water cooler. We became friends after he came back to the store the next day."

"Oh, wow. I didn't know Jayden could fix stuff like that."

Britney seemed to be genuinely impressed by the tall tale. She turned and smiled at her son and spoke again.

"How awesome is that? I can just call you over next time I need some work done in my kitchen."

He rolled his eyes, looking somewhat embarrassed by his mother. She laughed and glanced back at Mason.

"Since you helped one of my boys, I'm happy to meet you. Like I said, Jayden never brings friends over, so it's nice to see he has met someone to teach him something useful."

That comment didn't sit well with the young man. Jayden's expression was all Mason needed to see to know his friend was beyond the stage of embarrassment. Britney continued speaking.

"You better go ahead and call someone to take your car. If you wait too long, the cops will find it."

All thoughts of jumping the car had left his mind. The way Britney joked around made him forget about his current problems until now. He reached for his phone and opened the internet. Raising his head, he glanced around.

"Miss Britney, can I sit somewhere?"

"Sure! Come on, make yourself at home!"

She stepped closer, pointing at the living room.

"Sit anywhere you want, hun."

For a few seconds, Mason had a complete view of her side profile. The curve of her lower back extending to her round, plump buttocks. He tried not to look, reminding himself that this was his friend's mom. Turning to walk into the living room, his eyes glanced over the massive space.

"This place is so big. I've never seen anything like it before."

His amazement was met with an audible sigh from Jayden. Mason lowered his view back to the screen as he sat down on the couch to the right. From the corner of his left eye, he could see Britney and Jayden facing each other as they began talking. Their voices were faint, almost in hushed tones.

"I didn't mean to bring him over. I was just trying to help him out."

"I'm glad you did. I didn't know you had any friends. He seems nice."

Tuning out their conversation, Mason turned his head as he raised the phone to his ear. He called the same towing company that had previously dragged his car off the road. As he spoke over the phone, Jayden and Britney left the room. Mason glanced back at the tripod stand as he gave the assistant the proper address of where to find his abandoned vehicle. He tried to guess what the purpose of the camera stick was. What did this woman do all day in her gigantic house? So far, he had seen no one else present. Only security guards outside. She must have lived alone without a husband. Jayden never spoke of his parents, so it was easy for Mason to assume they were divorced. He thought about this while answering important questions over the phone. An arrangement was made for a tow truck to pick up his car within the next hour. After hanging up the phone, Mason slid it back into his jacket pocket. He got up from the couch and glanced around, unsure of where Britney and Jayden were. Her laughter echoed from another room. Mason followed the sound down a hall and entered the kitchen.

"There he is!"

Britney stood near a counter. The room was made up with orange tiles and white wallpaper to give a vintage look. A round-shaped wooden table was across the counter with four chairs. One of them was pulled out, and Jayden sat there alone with a glass of orange juice.

"Were you able to call someone to pick up your car?"

Mason nodded at her.

"Yeah, they're sending a truck right now. I'm going to be stuck without a ride for the rest of the day. This is the second time they've towed my car. I'm dreading what the bill is going to look like."

"Oh, I could help you with that. How much would it cost?"

Her question made his heart rate rise. Mason didn't anticipate Britney offering a helping hand like this.

"Ummmm, Mom? Wait a minute."

Jayden tried to interject, but she held her hand up and spoke over him.

"Oh, hush. He's your friend, and he hasn't asked me for anything. The least I can do is help him out."

To avoid a confrontation, Mason shook his head.

"No, it's okay, Miss Britney."

"It's Britney. Just call me that, please."

She corrected him as Jayden got up from his chair and moved closer.

"You don't have to give him any money. There is no way he can pay you back. He don't-"

Mason cut off his friend.

"He's right. I don't have any money."

Britney's eyes shifted back to Mason, quietly looking at him for a few seconds, and then she smiled.

"I'm not worried about that. You don't have to pay me back. If you're worried about that, then just consider this a gift."

She smiled at her son and continued.

"You can brag to your friends that you have a cool mom who helps other people out."

Mason smiled, feeling her kindhearted nature as a relief from his past troubles. He thought about all the people who drove past him and didn't bother to help him. Jayden began to stroll out of the room.

"Where are you going?"

"I need to take a leak."

It was Britney's turn to roll her eyes at her son as he left the room. She appeared more playful than annoyed. Mason was now alone with her in the kitchen. He watched as she turned her back to him and stepped towards the refrigerator. From behind, he saw the tramp stamp tattoo above her ass. A fairy that had faded over time. The rounded firmness of her booty was easily seen within her tight pink shorts. Once more, he had the impression of her as a stripper. He could imagine her twirling around a pole and shaking that ass in one of Malibu's many strip clubs. It was fast becoming a fantasy in his head, so Mason tried to avoid the thoughts by speaking.

"This house is so huge. Your kitchen is bigger than my bedroom."

"Would you like something to drink?"

She opened the fridge door wide enough for him to see everything inside. A gallon of milk, a pitcher of freshly brewed tea, and then rows of 20oz soda bottles. Two lines of Pepsi and then a few Coca Cola and one Sprite. Mason pointed with his right hand.

"Get me a Pepsi, please."

"I take it you're not a Coke guy then."

He shook his head as she took out two bottles. One for him, the other for herself. As Britney faced him, he smiled and replied.

"No, I'm a Pepsi man."

"I guess you could call me a Pepsi woman! I was in some of their commercials a long time ago."

"Really?"

Britney turned her back again, moving towards the sink where a stainless steel dispenser held plastic straws. She grabbed two between her right hand fingers and walked back to the counter. Mason was curious after she spoke of starring in a commercial. She twisted the caps of the bottles, opening them, and then slid the straws in. Her right hand gripped one bottle, raising it up. What Mason couldn't see was her left hand pressing against her hip. She looked into his eyes, sipping from the straw as if posing for a poster. It was funny to him that she placed straws in bottles. He didn't ask why and quietly sipped from his bottle with her. After a second sip, Britney sat the bottle down on the counter. He was expecting her to follow up, maybe talking about her time with the Pepsi company. Mason was beginning to believe she must have been a model a long time ago.

"You've never been in a house like mine?"

Shaking his head, he replied.

"No, this place is huge. I'm used to living in smaller spaces. Your living room is bigger than my apartment."

"What kind of car do you drive? Jayden said it was a hunk of junk. I know that is rude to say."

"It's a red Chevy Lumina. A ninety-eight model."

Her eyes widened for a moment.

"Oh my god, that is old. You're the first friend Jayden has brought over, so I'm sorry I just assumed you were some rich boy."

Mason laughed at her.

"No, I don't come from your world. I only called Jayden cause he knows his way around this part of town."

"And if you didn't call him, you wouldn't have met me."

She winked at him with a playful smile. The gesture made Mason blush. Was she openly flirting with him? He was unsure. Britney's eyes traced his body as she sipped from the straw again. He wondered if she caught him looking over her body from behind. Mason took a few more sips of the straw as Britney stopped.

"I'll pay the fee to tow your car and bring it to a mechanic. There's a shop around here that can fix it up for you. You don't have to pay me back. Just let me make some calls for you, okay?"

"How are you going to do that?"

"I'll send one of my bodyguards over. They'll fill out the paperwork, pay the fee, and all that."

"I just needed someone to jump me off, you know? Before I called Jayden, I was trying to flag down a car. No one stopped for me."

Britney let out a sympathetic sigh.

"I know what that's like. I've been stranded on the side of a street before..."

Pausing momentarily, she stared at him like someone reliving an old memory that left scars. Her voice fell, becoming a bit more squeaky in her accent.

"People stopped for me, but they had cameras... so many cameras."

Blinking her eyes, she took a deep breath. Her thousand yard stare disturbed Mason. Something bubbling to the surface of her mind that she would've preferred to forget. He believed it was best to change the subject of their short talk.

"I appreciate your generosity, but you don't have to do all this for me."

"I don't, but I want to. Besides, it gives me something to do. I was bored trying on outfits to make videos for my Instagram."

That explained why she had the tripod outside the living room space. Mason still assumed she was a model in her past life. There was more to the sexy outfit and talks of an old Pepsi commercial. This mansion was only affordable for someone who had millions of dollars to their name. He didn't want to ask Jayden about his mom. Before today, he had known that his friend was rich, but not to this extent. Britney motioned with her hand for Mason to follow her out of the kitchen.

"Come on. Let me call one of my bodyguards and do this for you. I'll have Jayden drive you home later."

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4 HOURS LATER

The long ride to Mason's apartment was met with arguments between himself and Jayden. The young man was infuriated regarding the events that occurred throughout the day. Jayden ranted and screamed about how he had to spend the day listening to his mother babble on about several different things. It became clear to Mason that Jayden hated spending time at her house. The sprawling estate was nothing to him. Borrowing her Mercedes-Benz was a convenience for him. Britney stayed true to her word. Much to Jayden's frustrations, Mason had his car towed and brought to a local mechanic shop. The bill was kept secret from him, as if she could guess that he would try to pay back the money. A new battery was needed. The old wiring would be redone within the span of two days in the shop. Mason was left without a ride for now. Jayden made it clear that he would drop him off at his apartment, but that was it. No bumming rides to and from work. The men engaged in an argument, yelling at each other on the ride home. Jayden wouldn't say it, but Mason could see he was embarrassed by the made-up story that Mason told to impress his mom.

Jayden described in detail how he and his brother went to great lengths to convince their mom to take her medications. He refused to go into details explaining what the pills were for. In his brief interaction with her, Mason saw hints of something that caused her great pain. The way she spoke of people with cameras put a strange image in his mind. Back at his apartment, Mason couldn't wait to tell his brother about this Britney woman. The two men shared an apartment, barely affording the bill with their jobs. The little bit of money they had to the side was spent on booze and visiting strip clubs. Kane was older than Mason by more than a decade. A thirty-four-year-old man who was saddled with taking care of his younger brother after coming back home. After their parents divorce, Kane planned his life around making money as a carpenter. His twenties were spent earning good money but unable to hold down a regular job due to his excessive partying. Girlfriends came and went every few months until his love life completely halted at thirty-one years old. Years had gone by since he had last seen his ex, Tracy. She quit calling him after they broke up. He was left to search her online and look into her new life on social media.

Short black hair and an average body made Kane appear like any other man over thirty. He was nothing special. That was what he told himself anytime he and his brother discussed life. Kane typically avoided the online world. He warned Mason not to take everything at face value on social media sites. Not everything needed to be shared with strangers on the world wide web. So many of his peers within his own generation were addicted to their phones. It was his big brother who taught Mason how to clear his mind through drinking or smoking weed. Sweet leaf was the preferred nickname in their apartment. 'I love you sweet leaf, though you can't hear! Oh yeah!' Kane jokingly said anytime he lit up a joint around his brother. Through his guidance, Mason tried his best to keep screen time minimal. But when he came home, all of those principles were forgotten. He wanted to know who Britney was. He slung his jacket over the couch, stripped down, and took a quick shower. As soon as he was out, Mason grabbed his phone and pulled up the internet. All he had to do was type in her first name, and then the autofill suggested her. He recognized the first photo he saw as a complete match.

Britney Spears, Princess of Pop. Mason's lower lip fell as his expectations exceeded all of his curiosity. He scrolled through a few pages and caught her music videos. This woman wasn't a former model living in a palace all alone. Jayden's mom was once an international megastar. As he sat on the couch, Mason scrolled through YouTube and clicked the first music video that came up. Toxic began with a sound he heard before on the radio. He blinked, eyes widening as he witnessed this moment of a pop star in her prime. From the moment Britney entered the screen in the blue stewardess outfit, Mason was hooked. His lower lip fell again when the video cut to her in the see-through suit covered in jewelry. The way she looked at the camera and moved her lips was similar to the way she spoke to him earlier in the day. He could not believe what he was seeing in this music video. Like a drug, he needed another hit. He began watching 'Slave 4 U' when he heard the apartment door knob turning. Mason paused the video and set his phone on the table near the couch. The door opened, and his brother stepped in wearing his red collared shirt as part of his work uniform. He let out a sigh as he shut the door.

"Hey man. You look tired, I guess you had a long day."

Every muscle in Kane's face said the quiet part out loud. It was the expression of a man who hated his job. After his multiple failures at carpentry, Kane was stuck working at a local Wendy's. Mason knew better than to ask him how his day went.

"Where's your car? I didn't see it outside."

"It broke down again, and a friend helped me put it in the shop. Or my friend's mom, I should say. It's a long story. You won't believe what happened today."

Kane sighed, stepping around the small living room.

"Well, you can tell me after I get a shower. I need to wash the grease out of my hair. I got stuck working the fryer today."

As he walked around the room, Mason spoke again.

"Do you know who Britney Spears is?"

His brother laughed.

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah."

"Of course I know her. I'm a little shocked you never heard her."

"I met her today. She's my friend's mom. She put my car in the shop."

Kane suddenly stopped and turned his head with wide eyes in complete shock.

"Wait... WHAT!?"

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3 HOURS LATER

The sun fell over the hills as the sky faded in light. The evening hours were dinner time when Kane wasn't working overtime. He took the nine-to-five shift, sometimes working until seven. The small stove saw good use over time. The brothers took turns cooking every other day of the week. When they were both tired, Kane would bring home a meal from Wendy's or order takeout. Their weekends were spent drinking, smoking dope, and visiting strip clubs in Malibu. Watching girls shake their asses for money helped Kane forget about his last breakup a few years ago. After Mason mentioned that he met Britney Spears, Kane wanted to know all the details. Mason cooked a bowl of pesto spaghetti. They ate while sharing a few beers. Kane couldn't stop smiling as he told his brother old stories of Britney. He described her as a legendary singer. 'Back in my day, she was everywhere. I mean EVERYWHERE! She was on the cover of every magazine, always on MTV, and had big shows. She was a huge star,' he lamented his regrets of never seeing her live back when she performed. The first thing Kane asked was how she still looked. Did her beauty age well over time? Mason commented on the fullness of her ass.

"That ass. That perfect ass. Oh yeah, that part in the Toxic video where she grinds on the guy in the bathroom? So fucking hot. That was the best part of that video for me. I've seen that so many times, I might be dreaming it tonight since we're talking about her."

Between sips of beer, he continued.

"When I was your age, every man wanted to fuck her. Myself included. Everybody... even the gay guys wanted to fuck Britney Spears."

Mason laughed.

"You have to find her award show videos where she performed on live TV. Watch the one with the snake. That is one of the hottest fucking things I have ever seen. Back then, those shows meant something. The singers were all sexy and would put on a show. People watched it, unlike now, where no one could give two shits about that. Same thing with the Oscars. No one wants to watch a bunch of rich people lecture us anymore. But it used to be better. The one big award show that everyone remembers is when Britney kissed Madonna. Go look up that one. It's hot as fuck."

Another sip of his beer and Kane laughed.

"Madonna kissed Christina that night too. But no one cared. It was all about Britney. I think people even forgot Christina was on that stage."

Sitting across from his brother, Mason quietly ate the spaghetti noodles as he listened on. Kane played the role of a wise older brother enlightening him with past knowledge of this special woman. The way he described her was as if she were a goddess. The closest comparison Mason could think of was Helen of Troy. He thought about his own generation and how few famous people made an impression. Stars still existed in a time where the allure of Hollywood had diminished. Mason found it strange that Jayden never talked about his mom as a famous singer. For Kane, the conversation was a long trip down memory lane. Britney was the biggest sex symbol of his generation. He wanted to know every detail of how Mason lucked into meeting her and how she behaved.

"Is she really crazy like people think?"

The question confused Mason. He thought about how Jayden ranted about her medications and the brief moment she gave him a thousand yard stare and mentioned the cameras.

"What do you mean?"

"Her Instagram videos. Everyone thinks she's fucking crazy these days. I don't know, man. I don't trust anything I see on the internet, so I can't figure it out. Don't ask me what I think, there's a reason why I stay off those sites."

Kane sighed and went on.

"Then again, they always thought something bad of her. She's been through hell and back. When she was on top of the world, people wanted to tear her down so bad."

"She mentioned something about cameras. She told me a little bit of a story about her car breaking down and then people with cameras coming. I didn't know what she was talking about."

"That's the paparazzi. They used to follow her around everywhere she went. I think that's why she had her breakdown twenty years ago. Look it up on your phone later. She was the most photographed person ever. She could never escape the paparazzi. They probably still follow her around for all I know."

Raising the bottle to his lips again, Kane finished the beer.

"That's the price of fame, man."

Paparazzi was a new term Mason had never heard of before. He made a mental note to search them on his phone. The excitement in Kane's voice shifted, flattening slightly as he mentioned some of Britney's struggles.

"Why did the paparazzi follow her?"

"She had it."

"It?"

"The 'it' factor. It. I don't know any other way to describe that to you besides that word. They followed Jackie Kennedy around like that too back in the day. No matter how hard Britney tried to hide, the paparazzi always found her. Just like they did Jackie-O. Britney wasn't just a pop star. She had it. Some kind of spirit that captured us. Something about her was interesting, and that's why we're sitting here talking about her right now."

Kane's words were a subtle lesson on fame. He lived in that moment when Britney was the most searched woman on the internet. Tabloids and gossip magazines covered her on a monthly and weekly basis. She was the main attraction in the height of paparazzi culture. Mason had stepped into a world that he had only viewed from the outside looking in. Despite how famous Britney was, she didn't seem like a divine creature in person. His first impression was that she looked like a stripper. Now he knew that she was the ultimate fantasy of one.

"She said something about a Pepsi commercial. Do you remember that?"

"Oh, yeah. She was a Pepsi girl. It was a big deal to be in a Pepsi commercial back in the day. Cindy Crawford was famous for that, but I think Britney is the one I remember the most."

Pausing for a moment, Kane gazed back at the empty bottle. His expression was one of deep concentration until he spoke again.

"Hey man, let me tell you something."

Looking into his brother's eyes, he continued.

"More men have jerked off to Britney Spears than any other woman in the world."

Every word of his statement carried a strong sense of gravity. Kane spoke as if he were telling some form of ancient wisdom. Mason saw it as a self-fulfilling prophecy. His brother knew exactly how he was going to spend the night in bed with his phone in one hand. There was no shame in admitting this shared truth. For all they knew, there was probably a lonely man in bed somewhere in the world jacking off to the Slave 4 U video still paused on Mason's phone. The longer they talked about her, Mason felt his own loneliness killing him. Did she give him a sign? His imagination was taking over. Drinking with her might as well have been a sip from the devil's cup. It was taking over him.

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3 DAYS LATER

The cloudless sky made the afternoon day appear dull. Tires screeched down the black-paved road leading to Thousand Oaks. A new battery breathed new life into Mason's car. The engine quietly hummed as other vehicles within his vicinity were forced to hear the thumping rhythm of loud bass beats. In the CD player was a copy of an old remix album Mason found from his brother's music collection. The only trace he had of anything related to Britney was an old compilation disc under the title 'B In The Mix'. The CD itself was twenty-one years old, just like him. It opened with Peter Rauhofer's remix of Toxic. That made for the perfect song to blast loudly from the stereo while taking this trip across town. His car wouldn't be breaking down this time. Jayden had avoided him since that day. Mason was fine with that. He spent the last three days glued to his phone searching all things related to Britney. When he was at work, he had on a pair of headphones, listening to her music. During a lunch break, he hid himself in the bathroom and locked the door. No one caught him moaning to himself as he jerked himself off to the Gimme More music video.

Oops, I did it again. That's what he was telling himself after blowing another load to Britney. The past three days had been spent thinking about her non-stop. He had never masturbated more in his life prior to this week. All thoughts about former girlfriends were forgotten. Britney may have been a relic of the past for some people, but not for him. A forty-four year old retired pop singer awakened an untamed lust inside him. Feelings of desire he never knew he had buried within. For once, he envied his brother for how he was able to live through the rise and fall of Britney Spears. As the days passed by, he thought about seeing her again. Mason couldn't wait. He had an excuse to thank her for fixing his car. He slammed his foot on the gas pedal, elevating the speed as he cruised the roads without a car in the world. He wasn't a womanizer, but he wanted to play the role for her, reveling in the swagger of a champion. He shaved his face, combed his hair, and put on that black leather jacket she seemingly admired. Unzipped to reveal a black T-shirt underneath. Stonewashed blue jeans and the same old sneakers made up his outfit.

"Intoxicate me now... with your loving now... I think I'm ready now."

Her voice repeated the verse over heavy bass beats bumping loudly. The six-minute remix set the mood, building up his desire as he crossed the path leading to her mansion. Mason pretended he was behind the wheel of a luxurious sports car, speeding through the streets on a conquest to meet a pop star. The ultimate fantasy awaited. Thinking about Britney had only excited him further, almost invoking an adrenaline rush. He shifted gears when approaching the closed gates of her mansion. Taking a deep breath, he tried to calm his nerves. He pulled up and beeped the horn, hoping to alert her security outside. Rolling down the driver window with a button, he waited. Two tall men in suits stepped out. Mason whistled at them and waved his hands as he turned down the volume of the CD player.

"Hey! I'm that guy who was here the other day with Jayden. Miss Spears knows who I am. Call her and tell her that a guy named Mason wants to see her."

His hand moved to the gear shift, gripping it hard and then shifting it. He mimicked the way the switch was turned seconds into her Toxic music video. The two bodyguards looked at each other and then back at him. One of them seemed to recognize him from the other day and grabbed his handheld walkie-talkie from inside his jacket. Mason smiled upon realizing he was mere seconds away from meeting Britney again. The men stepped back, and the gate began to slide open. Mason shifted gears again and then revved the engine of his car, as if he were trying to communicate with the roar of a car. It was his way of announcing to the security guards that he had come here to fuck their boss. He pulled up where the Mercedes-Benz was parked days ago and then shifted gears to park. Leaning over, Mason pressed a button to skip tracks on the CD. The opening seconds played of 'Touch Of My Hand' remixed by Bill Hamel. Mason sat there for a minute, listening to the synths and club electronics build up, waiting to hear her soft voice singing the opening verse.

"I'm not ashamed of the things that I dream.
I find myself flirting with the verge of obscene.
Into the unknown, I will be bold.
I'm going to places I can be out of control... control... control..."

Exhaling deeply, he continued to listen. The chorus followed next.

"Cause I just discovered,
Imagination's taking over.
Another day without a lover,
The more I come to understand the touch of my hand."

The mood was set. He turned the key in the ignition and shut off the engine. Mason left it there as he stepped out of the car and exhaled another deep breath. Ready to meet her, he walked to the front door and knocked. A few seconds passed before it opened. Britney stood across from him behind the door frame. The same dark brown eyes he saw days ago gazed back at him, covered in her signature mascara and eye liner. Her long golden hair was split down the middle. Most of her body was concealed inside a brown trench coat.

"Mason..."

She smiled after uttering his name.

"I didn't expect to see you again."

"I'm off work today, so I thought I'd come by and visit."

Her face lit up, flashing her teeth to create that famous 'Britney smile' that graced thousands of photos. It was a genuine, heartwarming smile that almost made him melt. She stepped aside for him to enter.

"Come on in. I've been bored all day. I didn't know someone was going to show up and give me some company."

Stepping through the doorway, he shut the door behind him. Britney stomped forward across the tiles. That was when he noticed that she wasn't wearing heels today. The trenchcoat couldn't hide the sight of her tall, black leather hooker boots. A small hint of things to come.

"What have you been doing all day, Britney?"

"Nothing, really."

As they entered the living room, Britney turned and looked in his direction.

"I've been making videos to post on my Instagram later."

Mason nodded. He saw the tripod bar extended. In the center was her phone and a light ring. She must have been in the middle of changing outfits when he pulled up. Judging by what she said, few people came to visit her. He could see how she became bored easily with nothing to do now that her career was over. Time moved on with her star diminishing. Her mansion was like an abandoned holy temple, guarded only by men paid to watch over the walls. Inside was a goddess trying to make sense of her new life. She still had that fire in her gorgeous eyes that Mason saw looking back at him in the frames of all those old music videos. The way Britney moved her mouth turned him. It was one of many gestures she made with her body.

"Are you hungry?"

"No, I had lunch before coming over here."

Looking into her eyes, Mason spoke again.

"Am I interrupting something?"

"No, you're fine. Why don't you take your shoes off and get comfortable."

A warm welcome, as if she knew he came here for more reasons than to simply thank her for getting his car repaired. Mason slipped off his sneakers and began to take off his jacket. Britney's eyes followed his every move, surveying his strong arms and skinny build. It was her turn to glance over his body, similar to how he looked her over in the kitchen days ago. He slipped off his shoes, leaving them close by with his socks still stretched over his feet. As he approached the same couch he once sat on, Mason turned to Britney and was ready to make his move.

"What's under the jacket?"

"Me! What else do you think is under it?"

Britney gazed back at him with a goofy grin across her face. One of those trademark expressions she was known for. It made him blush, smiling back at her before glancing down at her sexy boots. She gripped the sides of her jacket, folding it over as their eyes met again.

"I watched some of your Instagram videos last night."

"You did?"

He nodded, smirking back at her.

"Remember when you told me that you were in a Pepsi commercial? I went home and looked that up. I didn't know you were a famous singer."

In that instance, her lower lip fell and eyebrows rose. Britney blinked, gazing back at him in disbelief. Did she expect to be recognized? Or was this the first time in a while she was reminded of her old glory?

"Your music videos are the hottest fucking stuff I have ever seen. I already knew you were hot, but I wasn't expecting to have my mind blown like that."

Her lips curved into a smile, then her mouth opened and she leaned forward and burst out laughing.

"Oh my god!"

Before she had a chance to say anything else, Mason continued.

"I'd like to see what you're wearing under that jacket... if you're wearing anything at all."

His complete lack of subtlety shocked her. Mason watched her eyes widen and her facial expression change. Some would say that she looked crazy when she opened her mouth wide and then grinned, baring full teeth. He found it to be the sexiest face he had ever seen. The way Britney looked at him was like a goddess eager to devour him. Did he just wake up her lustful nature? Or was it already presently hidden under that heavy trenchcoat?

"You're serious about this."

She seemed slightly embarrassed suddenly. It was one thing to post videos and photos online, but another thing to be confronted like this with a real person. Britney had forgotten the fearless nature she once had when stepping onto stage. Maybe that was why she made so many videos playing up her sexual nature. It was all posted to an anonymous audience sitting behind screens. Fear of judgment and mockery made her lose the armor she once had for entertaining thousands of people on stage. There was no audience of real people to clap, cheer, and holler for her. That praise was replaced with the anonymity of a comment section she had turned off her Instagram page. If there were two types of people in the world, Britney was an entertainer and Mason was ready to be her present observer. She was still like a performer, whether she realized it or not. The circus wasn't to be shared online today. He had his set on her as if the living room were the center of a ring. Smiling back at her, he nodded and spoke again.

"Yeah, I mean, what else do you want me to say? You're Britney Spears. I think you know what you're capable of. But maybe you need someone like me to remind you of what you used to be. You're still sexy. Sexy as fuck, to be exact. I came here wanting to be your womanizer."

Her voice erupted in a loud laugh. She bit her lower lip. The goofy expression had shifted into something more hungry. It was that fire in her eyes that he saw glaring back at him from the many music videos. Britney looked ready to eat him alive, and Mason was more than eager to allow that.

"I saw you looking at me the other day."

He grinned at her.

"Oh, yeah?"

As she nodded, he chuckled and spoke again.

"Yeah, I looked at your ass. I saw your tattoo too."

Britney smirked.

"Sit down for me."

She pointed at the couch and playfully wagged her right index finger at him. Mason sat down, eyes focused on her. Stepping closer, Britney raised her head and used both hands to pull off the jacket. A classic move she had done many times on stage. Underneath the jacket was her sexy body. A black lace bra elevated the height of her breasts. Below was a small thong rising between her thighs. He could see her tattoos fully: the cross on her left hip and the old flower on the right. The boots went up to her knees, completing the 'leather and lace' look from one of her old songs. Britney stepped closer, moving her hips and legs like a stripper on stage. Mason leaned back on the couch like he knew what was coming next. She leaned forward and slid her hands over her curves, finding her tits. She squeezed them together, teasing him in a way she had done so many times before in her Instagram videos. Her lips curved into a smile, once again revealing her perfect teeth.

"So fucking sexy, Britney."

Turning around, Britney spread her legs and pushed her ass outward. The cheeks split, revealing the lacy line of the thong down the middle. As she leaned further, he could see a small hint of her dark little hole covered by the line. Her hands pressed against her knees as she slowly raised herself up. Golden hair swiftly waving around as she glanced across her right shoulder to make sure he was studying every inch of her body. Her hips rolled, ass slightly shaking, as Britney grabbed the thong from both hips and stretched it. She slid it down and then turned around to face him. Mason grinned at the sight of her pussy. It wasn't censored with a heart stamp like her Instagram uploads. Britney kept it shaved, clean, and now freshly wet. He glanced at the pink folds for a few seconds before gazing back at her face. She moved in, giving him no time to react as she climbed into his lap. Pushing her lips out, Britney met his for a kiss. Mason slid his tongue into her mouth and kissed her passionately. Britney's style of kissing overwhelmed him. Experience was on her side as she straddled his lap.

Her hands pressed against his stomach as their lips were still locked. Through the time of her strip tease, Mason's cock was quietly erecting to life. He believed she could feel it under her. Britney responded to the hardness by grinding against him. The first impression he had of her as a stripper came back to his mind. Britney was living up to that fantasy as she continued to grind. The strip show became something of a muted lap dance. Her kisses overwhelmed him as he slid his hands behind her back and tried to feel her ass. She moaned into his mouth as her tongue was still exploring beyond his teeth. Their lips finally pulled apart when Britney leaned back. She looked into his eyes. Mason glanced down, watching her pussy grind against his crotch. Rocking back and forth, Britney worked her hips as if she had done this a hundred times before. This was better than any hypothetically imagined lap dance from a nameless girl dancing for dollar bills through the night. He didn't need a stripper. Britney was giving him the daytime show without any music needed.

Slow grinds and the roll of her hips continued as Mason watched her stomach move. He could see the small hole from when she used to have a belly button ring. As he watched, he thought of all the photos he'd seen of her with the piercing from an old era. Britney waited until his eyes shifted back to her face. She slid her hands behind her back and began to tug at the straps of her bra. Her hips continued to roll, grinding her pussy against his crotch. The outline of his cock was visible, but Mason didn't look. He focused on watching her tits jiggle within the bra. Britney tugged it loose and let her breasts slip free. He thought they appeared bigger in person, now he saw that his assumption was correct. His jaw fell as she raised her hand and twirled the bra around her right index finger. No point in waiting to ask, he wanted to touch her body some more. As he grabbed her breasts, Britney moaned. Her hardened nipples rubbed against his palms as she continued to grind in his lap. Mason noticed her raising her head, eyes closed as she embraced this moment. She finally had a man to make her feel sexy again without the need to share it with the digital world.

"Britney..."

As he moaned her name, she leaned forward. Mason squeezed her breasts hard.

"You like that? You like feeling those tits?"

Unable to answer her question in words, Mason exhaled hard as he looked into her eyes. She was still grinding on his lap.

"Mmmmmmm, you're hard as a rock. I can feel you under me."

"All for you."

She giggled in a low tone that made him blush.

"You carry yourself like a strong man. I hope you can handle me as much as you think you can."

With that said, she quit grinding and placed her hands at the front of his pants. The button popped free with an audible ding, and Britney climbed off his lap. She stood completely naked, keeping only the black leather hooker boots covered her legs. Mason realized she had no plans of taking them off. Britney's attention was focused on the front of his pants. She fell to her knees and slid the zipper down. Mason responded by standing up. His sudden movement interrupted Britney. She raised her left hand and pressed it against his stomach and pulled at the fabric of his shirt. He took this as a hint from her to take his shirt off. Pulling it over his head, Manson slung it across the room without any care where the discarded piece of clothing landed.

"Don't get too excited and lose control of yourself. Sit back down."

As his buttocks hit the cushion again, Mason couldn't hold back his excitement. He could feel the adrenaline pumping and his heart beating rapidly as he realized what was happening to him. So many men like his brother dreamed of living in a moment like this. Mason gripped the sides of his pants and slid them down before Britney had a chance to. She looked at the thick bulge stretching his white underwear and gasped.

"Oh my god, look at that..."

Britney used both hands to grip the elastic band, preventing him from pushing them down. She raced past him to make sure she was the one to unleash his erected pole. Her lower lip fell and she gasped loudly as it sprang free. She moved her mouth the same way she did in her music videos Mason had watched religiously. Reaching up with her right hand, she wrapped her warm fingers around it and squeezed tightly. Her other hand pushed his underwear and pants down to his ankles. Mason lifted his legs slightly, trying to loosen the tangled clothing out from his feet. She helped him while gently sliding her fingers up and down the length of his cock.

"Do you like it?"

For the first time since he arrived, Mason sounded nervous in his question. His feet were now free, leaving behind the pants and underwear against the couch.

"Do I like what?"

He pointed at his cock to go without mentioning it. She grinned at him, once again flashing her full teeth. The signature, trademark Britney smile before she was ready to put his cock in her lovely mouth.

"Yeah, I like it. Nice and big, just the way I prefer."

Lowering her head, she breathed hot air across the tip. Britney shoved her hand down to the base and parted her lips. As his shaft slid into her mouth, Mason gasped and let out a sharp moan. It became clear to him within seconds why Britney said she hoped he could handle her. She didn't go easy on him. Her tongue pressed against his shaft from within her mouth, and then she sank her lips all the way down. He watched her lips bury around his pubic hairs as she deepthroated every last inch of his cock. She undid her fingers from the base so she could push his length all the way down.

"Fuck!"

The first of many screams to come. Britney raised her lips and then repeated the process, pushing every inch down her throat. Her eyes glanced up, seeing the expression of a man having his mind blown. She couldn't say anything back, not that she needed to. Her hands pressed against his legs, balancing herself as she sucked. Closing her eyes, Britney bobbed her head in a slow rhythm. 'Mmmmmmmm,' a muffled moan sent vibrations through his thick shaft. This wasn't just for his pleasure. Her appetite for his cock was unmatched by any of his desires. Britney raised her lips back to the head again and then released him with a popping sound. Her fingers tightened around the wet pole as she began licking the tip. Britney's hand slid up slightly and then back down.

"That felt so fucking good."

She answered him by spitting on the curved head. Britney's mouth was open, teeth bared, and eyes focused on him in quiet hunger. It was an expression she made countless times in music videos. No words were needed, as her face alone told him to prepare to be overwhelmed in her lust. She stuck her tongue out while stroking his cock. One long lick from the underside to the tip. Just when he expected her to wrap her lips around it again, Britney surprised him. She rubbed the head against her right cheek and began to playfully tap it against her skin. After three light smacks, she stopped and enveloped her lips around it. Her fingers unwrapped and she pressed both palms against his legs again. Mason sat there and watched as she swallowed several inches of his cock. Her lips went down to the base for the third time. He gritted his teeth and grunted as he tried to hold himself back. He so badly wanted to take control to avoid cumming too soon. Britney was already pushing him to the edge, where he held on for dear life. As she began to suck faster, her mouth made light sounds. She opened her eyes and looked at him.

When she saw his face, Britney slowed down her pace. Unable to speak, Britney locked her eyes onto him. Her eyes tried to convey a quiet message to him. Don't panic. Mason told himself that in his mind as she raised her lips and then plunged them back down. She continued to suck at this slow pace. As he began to relax, Mason felt one of her hands pressing against his balls. Britney gripped the sack gently, rolling the balls around with her thumb and palm. He didn't expect her to use her hand on him like that. Britney pulled her lips back to the head and then released his cock from her mouth. A shiny coat of saliva gleamed across the textured skin. She broke a few tiny saliva strings by spitting on the head again. Mason leaned up as he watched Britney lower her head. Her right hand fingers squeezed around his slick shaft as she looked at his balls. He watched her mouth open again, tongue sliding out as she licked the sack. He moaned as she did it again. With her left hand, Britney helped herself push one of his balls into her mouth. She sucked it while using her right hand to slowly stroke his cock. Up and down her fingers glided as she sucked one ball.

With a deep breath, Mason raised his head and closed his eyes. He didn't say a word, only communicating with her through moans and sharp breaths. The touch of her hand calmed his anxiety and made him forget about the possibility of an early orgasm. His eyes opened when he felt his other ball slipping into her mouth. Mason looked down to see her cheeks bulging as Britney sucked both of his balls while simultaneously stroking his cock. He couldn't believe how she was able to do this. This was an experience he had never had in his life. Britney used both hands to grip his cock. All of her fingers twisted around it as she sucked his balls. Mason felt her tongue rolling the balls as she hummed faint sounds. When she released his sack from her mouth, she raised her back to the tip of his shaft. Flicking her tongue across the small hole, she released her left hand as her lips wrapped around the tip again. Mason braced himself, feeling more confident now as she began to suck him again. This time Britney used an alternate technique. Her lips slid down far enough to reach her index finger. She stroked and sucked him at the same time. Another technique that proved Britney's sex drive was unmatched. Her mouth slobbered loudly as Mason leaned forward. He couldn't sit still any longer. He got up, standing as she pulled his cock out of her mouth.

"Mmmmmmmmmm, so good..."

Britney spoke in her low, squeaky singing voice. She looked at his cock and spit on it again. Her own saliva dripped from the sides, with drops staining the carpet floor. She used her small hands to gently grip his shaft as she twisted her fingers and created a squishing sound.

"I'm using both hands. Is that how you like it?"

Smiling up at him, Britney continued to twist in a slow motion.

"I thought I was gonna cum when you first started blowing me."

"I'm shocked you didn't. I was testing you to see if you could handle the way I give head."

Pressing her lips to the head, she kissed it. Britney lowered her left hand. She used only her thumb, index, and middle fingers of her right hand to grip his cock from the base. Mason brushed the fingers of his right hand through her golden hair. Britney responded to his touch by licking the head before speaking again.

"Do you think you can handle more? I'm enjoying myself down on my knees for you."

Nodding at her, he smiled.

"Are you planning something after this?"

Biting her lower lip, she purred softly.

"Mmmmmmmmm, yeah. Have you ever fucked a girl in the ass before, Mason?"

As he shook his head, she smiled.

"Oh, I get to be your first then. How special is that?"

"Is that what you want me to do, Britney?"

Kissing the tip of his dick again, she grinned.

"I'm not done sucking your dick yet. Wait 'till after I'm done, okay?"

His hand went to the back of her head. Britney shifted slightly and opened her mouth wide. She brought his cock between her lips as Mason planted both hands on the side of her head. The thought of fucking her mouth was overwhelming all of his senses. Britney was pushing the boundaries beyond exploration and introducing him to new sensations. Since she wanted him to fuck her ass later, Mason wanted to do other things. Despite receiving blowjobs from past girlfriends, he had never fucked one of their mouths. He saw how it was done in pornographic videos he watched online. Now was his chance to experience such acts with the Princess of Pop. As the tip of his cock pushed between her lips, Britney let go of the base. She gazed up at him and winked, a silent cue for him to begin. The first movement of his hips came, pushing more of his shaft into her mouth. Britney kept her lips parted wide for him to push as much of his length down her throat as he desired. She could handle it all. After the first thrust, Mason began to buck his hips forward. He groaned at the feeling of his shaft rubbing at the back of her throat. A rhythm was quickly established.

"GWAK-GWAH-GWAK-GWAK-KAH-KAH-GWAH!"

So many sloppy sounds were made from Britney's mouth. She closed her eyes and grabbed her breasts, holding them up. Her thumbs brushed across her nipples, pressing down as she listened to her own gagging and slobbering. Mason moaned, crying out to her as he continued to thrust forward and back. The sounds her mouth made caused him to react instinctively with faster and harder thrusts. As a minute passed, he was firmly fucking her mouth.

"KAH-GWAK-GWAH-GWAK-GWAH-KAH!!"

Her mouth remained opened wide as the head of his dick pushed through. Britney held strong, handling every thrust he rammed to the depths of her throat. Gritting his teeth, Mason groaned and growled loudly. He was beginning to lose control as he pushed every last inch of his shaft down her throat. A dreadful sense of fear flooded his mind with thoughts of reaching his orgasm too soon. Britney coughed a bit. When he quit thrusting, she took charge and resumed the movement by bobbing her head up and down. Her eyes opened, gazing up at him as she slowly extracted his slick rod from her lips. Only the head was kept between her lips for her to release it with a slobbery popping sound.

"So fuckin' good..."

The southern flair in her voice came out strong. Britney seemed to be satisfied after all this time sucking his cock. Mason watched her hands move, freeing her tits to bounce as she got up from the floor. Turning her back to him, she stepped forward. Right foot, then the left. A dramatic way of swaying her hips to keep his eyes focused on her. Across from the couch was another one in the same matching blue color. The only difference was a cushion to the right side for resting feet. It made for a perfect spot for Britney to create multiple positions. She began by pressing her hands down into the cushion and bending.

"I want to see your eyes while I do this."

His comment made her smile intimately. Britney wasn't innocent, but she made heartwarming expressions that melted him. She climbed onto the cushion, laying on her right side. With both legs together, she created a spooning position. Between her thighs, he could see her pussy. Britney bit her lower lip as she used her left hand to grip one of her ass cheeks and spread herself. It dawned on Mason that all the spit coating his cock was now lube to use for this. He guided the tip into her ass and watched her lower lip fall. An open-mouthed, shocked expression became a full smile as he pushed his cock into her ass.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh..."

The first real moan from her voice came out. Britney looked into his eyes as her tits were shaking. She used her right hand to grip the edge of the square-shaped cushion, holding on for balance. Mason planted one of his hands on her left ass cheek, watching his fingertips sink into her firm skin. Due to the position she chose, his cock pumped into her at an angle that made it easier to thrust. The tightness was unexpected. His first time inside of an ass, Mason took it all in as a natural experience. This was new and became even more exciting knowing that Britney's ass was his first to push his cock in. She had to know he would never forget this moment for the rest of his life. His first anal experience came from her of all women.

"That's it, that's it, ohhhhhhhh..."

Britney lowered her head as she moaned loudly. The sound of her cries made Mason thrust faster.

"Fuck that ass!"

Her moans turned into purring sounds as Britney bit her lower lip. She made direct eye contact with Mason while he pumped inch after inch of his cock into her ass. In and out he pumped while watching her tits jiggle. He reached out, trying to touch them. Her boobs were an easy distraction, but Mason continued to thrust. Britney moaned louder, crying out to him as she kept her eyes locked on his.

"Yes! Yesssss!! Ohhhhhh, god!! YESSSSSSSSS!!"

When she screamed, Mason reached for her hair and finally snatched a tight grip of her blonde locks. His cock was firmly shoved deep in her ass while he tugged her hair to move her into a new position. Britney saw the hint with the way he spread his legs. She knew that posture from her experiences with men over the years. She leaned upward and allowed her body to slide off the cushion. Her knees hit the floor, and she rested her head on the cushion as she was now properly on all fours. Mason held onto her hair as he began to thrust again. Their skin slapped together as he pushed every inch of his cock into her ass.

"Ohhhhh!! OHHHHHHHH!!"

A squeal followed the loud moan. Mason let go of Britney's hair and used both hands to grip her hips. Bucking his hips faster, he saw the movement of her tits shaking around underneath her.

"YES, YES, YESSSSSSSS!! FUCK MY ASS!! MORE!! GIMME, GIMME MORE!! GIMME MORE!!"

Flipping her hair around, Britney gazed over her right shoulder. Her eyes fell, watching her ass cheeks shake when he completed a full thrust inside that tight hole. Mason raised his left hand and brought it down, spanking that booty as she moaned. Britney turned her head again and began to push back. As he thrust forward, she moved back to meet him in sync.

"Fuck!!"

Yelling in surprise, Mason did not think Britney would do this. She pushed hard enough to slam every inch of his cock into her ass. The deep thrusts were now entirely from her own actions. He almost lost his footing and had to take two backward steps. Britney gripped the edge of the cushion and continued to push back.

"You like that? You like fucking my ass!?"

An ironic question now that she was doing much of the work. Mason stopped the movement of his hips. Mesmerized by the way Britney's ass pushed back again and again, he stood there and watched.

"Ohhhhh, yeah! That's it, Britney!"

She stopped pushing back, and then Mason resumed his hard thrusts at a slow pace. He was trying to hold himself back to make the pleasure last longer before reaching his climax. After four more thrusts, he was done with her ass for now. Mason spanked it again, this time with his right hand. Britney exaggerated her cry at the stinging touch of his palm. Mason didn't utter a single word as he carefully pulled his cock out of her ass. Placing both hands on her firm cheeks, he pulled them apart to look at Britney's gaping hole. He couldn't believe his first real experience with anal came from her. She crawled around, turning to face him as she sat up on her knees. Britney said nothing as she gripped his cock with her right hand and wrapped her lips around it. Going from ass to mouth, she picked up where she left off by sucking his cock again. Mason ran his fingers through her hair, placing both of his hands on her head. Britney pressed her hands against his legs, sinking her fingernails into his skin as she began to suck harder and faster. He wondered if she was trying to make him cum with her mouth. If that was the case, where did she want his sticky load?

His face scrunched up as he grunted through his clenched teeth. Mason had little time to panic and guess. It became clear to him that Britney was going to make him cum. Her fingers twisted around the base of his shaft as her brown eyes gazed up at him. She wasn't holding herself back this time. The fiery gaze of lustful hunger was visible in her dark eyes. A goddess who had made so many men jack off to her throughout the years was now pushing him closer to his own climax. For a moment, Mason thought about how much he shot to Britney over the past three days from masturbating in private. Did she want to taste it? Mason was unsure as Britney pulled back to the tip. Just when he expected her to make him blow, she showed an ounce of mercy. Her hand squeezed his dick in a vain attempt to prevent his seed from gushing into her mouth. Mason bit his lower lip, hanging on desperately. Some of his pre-cum had already flowed into her mouth. Britney suddenly released his cock from her mouth. She looked at the head and spat a thick wad of saliva on it. Mason sighed in relief that he managed to hold back.

"I almost came."

"I know. You're trying so hard to hold it back."

Resting his cock against her palm, she looked into his eyes and kissed the tip.

"Is that a good or bad thing? Tell me."

Britney giggled.

"It doesn't matter. If I wanted to swallow your load, I would've made you cum earlier. I could've, if I really wanted to. One way or another, I'll be making you cum more than once. In fact, I'm sure I already did."

With her last words, Britney acknowledged or at least guessed that he had jerked off to her. That was how Mason interpreted her words. Whether it was wishful thinking or his cognitive bias at work, he didn't care.

"Let's see how much you like this."

She grabbed her breasts and raised them up. He gasped as Britney wrapped them around his hard cock. She smiled at him as he immediately made the first thrust.

"You already know what to do. Go ahead, fuck my tits."

The softness of her boobs made it easy for Mason to want more. He bucked his hips, watching his cock disappear and then the head push up each time he completed a thrust. Britney lowered her head and spat on the tip as it poked up. The next time she stuck her tongue out to lick. Mason counted four licks before she raised her head and gazed up at him. He concentrated his eyes on watching his cock push between her tits and ignored the smirk across her face. Britney enjoyed this act as much as him.

"Fuck those tits, Mason! Ohhhhhhh, yeah!!"

As she moaned to him, Mason pumped faster. His cock pushed up and down between her wonderful breasts. He grunted and groaned, desperately trying to hold back what was soon to come. Two times she had stopped his orgasm. Not this time. From the way Britney looked into his eyes, Mason knew she wanted him to cum now more than ever. He braced himself as he continued to thrust between her tits.

"I'm gonna cum soon, Britney. I don't think I can hold it back this time."

"I want you to cum for me! If I have to beg you to cum on my face, I will."

Mason stopped as soon as Britney said she wanted his load all over her beautiful face. He made one final thrust and then pulled his cock away from her boobs. She smirked at him, raising her hands and flexing her elbows. He saw her tattoos under her wrist. The pink dice beneath her left hand and the imprint of red lips on the right. Britney raised her head and closed her eyes as Mason began to stroke his cock. She kept her hands behind her head for a few seconds before lowering them. She grabbed her tits again, pressing them together. Mason loved the way she was always playing with her tits. He breathed in, ready to speak a demand as if he were in control.

"Beg for it, Britney. I wanna hear you!"

She opened her eyes, gazing up at him as he continued to wank. Here he was jerking off to her, just as he had done so many times over the past few days. No phone in his hand this time. Her mouth opened, eyes gazing up at him with no sign of closing them. Experience had made her a brave woman, not afraid of any cum reaching her eyes.

"Cum for me. Shoot that load all over my face! Gimme that cum! Give it to me, Mason. I know you wanna do this. I know you want to make a mess all over my fuckin' face. Gimme your cum!"

The sound of her southern drawl coming out pushed him over the edge. Mason gritted his teeth and groaned as the first string of cum ejected from his cock and drenched her forehead. Britney didn't blink, not even after the second burst of cum splattered onto her left eyebrow. A few drops dripped down at the same time that another wad covered her left cheek. Mason noticed her tits rubbing up and down below her face. He grunted as another string of cum landed on her left temple, some of it streaking into her hair. Britney smiled as a few more droplets of cum covered her chin. She was still grinning as it dripped down her neck.

"Oh my god. Look at this fuckin' mess you made all over me. That's a lot of fuckin' cum."

Mason was completely out of breath. He looked into her eyes as the cum oozed down her skin. Britney gritted her teeth and curved her lips into a seductive grin.

"They say I'm nasty, but I really don't give a fuck."

It went over his head that she was quoting a line from My Prerogative and updating the lyrics for modern sensibilities in today's era. He dropped his limp cock, letting it hang close to her face. Britney kept her eyes locked on him as she reached for his dick and gave it a nice squeeze. The first step to begin hardening it back to life. His cum may have been depleted, but he was still hard to some degree.

"I think I've blown your mind today, for real."

Nodding at her words, he replied.

"Yeah. You got me to blow my load all over your face too."

Biting her lower lip, Britney made a devious grin at him. She didn't chuckle at his remark.

"That's the first. I'm going to make you cum again later. The next time, you're going to make me cum with you."

Her hands pressed against the cushion behind her, and Britney used it to raise herself up from the floor. Britney's words were a hint of what was to come next. Mason guessed she wanted to fuck him rather than the other way around. He was curious but didn't see a reason to ask her. He watched as she turned her back to him and began to stomp off. The boots clicked loudly across the tile floor as she left the living room area.

"Where are you going?"

"To wash my face! After I'm done cleaning your cum off me, we're going to the bedroom. I figured you might want to fuck me in my own bed."

She made his cock harden with her words alone. Mason had not considered where he wanted to fuck Britney. Not even before he got in the car, he didn't fantasize about a specific place. Desire alone made him want to have her anywhere possible. She could've led him outside, demanding to be fucked under the sun, and he would've agreed. Down the hallway the sound of her boots reverberated and echoed in the distance. Britney wandered into the kitchen and left Mason behind. He had the chance to explore her mansion under the excuse of trying to locate her bedroom. His socks almost slid across the tiles. Watching his slippery step carefully, Mason recounted her own path. He could hear water running from a faucet in the kitchen, but when he entered, Britney was gone. A door to the right side was left open. Mason didn't notice it the first time he visited the kitchen days ago. Through the doorway led into a short dark hallway with a spiraling staircase. Britney's heels stomped loudly on the steps. She giggled, calling out to him in a teasing manner.

"Come and get me!"

He smiled to himself at the sound of her heels thumping on the floor above him. Her sense of playfulness had not faded with time. Britney had an aura of light-hearted, carefree energy that excited him. Going up the staircase, Mason was eager to play this game of hide-and-seek. The hallway was narrow with white walls and sunlight beaming in from an uncovered square window on the far end. Britney made it easy for him to locate her by leaving the bedroom door wide open. His cock was swinging around with every step he took. It hardened back to full length without being touched. A testament to Britney's voice and temptations preparing him for the next round. From the doorframe he gazed into her bedroom. The space was small with a bed in the middle. All expectations of a grand, luxurious space were met with the simplicity of easy living. This was no bedroom for a member of royalty despite Britney's successful career. He glanced over the white walls, open closet, and makeup stand across from the bed. On the bed, Britney was still naked. Her face was wiped clean and hair straightened behind her back. Mason's eyes widened as he noticed her doing a split on the bed.

"What are you waiting for? Are you ready for more?"

Britney flicked her tongue onto her upper lip while grinding her hips. Her wet pussy rubbed against the pink blanket that topped her bed. Mason was impressed by this display of her flexibility. Britney's dancing skills had not diminished into her forties. She gripped the metal frame on the end of her bed, balancing herself as she humped the blanket. Watching her in the act only excited Mason more. He ignored the immediate surroundings and stepped towards the bed. As soon as he sat down, Britney fell onto her back and lifted her legs. She pressed the heels of the boots down into the blanket around him. Her right hand pressed against his stomach to push him down onto the bed. Once he was properly lying down, Britney straddled him. With both hands, she gripped his cock and rubbed it against her vulva lips.

"I hope you're ready for me."

No time to secondguess positions. Mason gasped as Britney sank her pussy down onto his cock. Her palms pressed against his stomach, fingers sliding up as she raised her head and moaned loudly. The warm tightness made his cock throb as he gritted his teeth. Her fingernails lightly raked across his skin. As she leaned forward, Britney's breasts jiggled within reaching distance of his hands. She rolled her hips to make his cock move inside her. Mason grabbed her boobs and squeezed hard.

"Ohhhhhhhhh, yeah!!"

Her hair waved around as Britney pushed herself down and began to rock back and forth. Encourged by this rough movement, Mason let go of her tits and grabbed her hips. Britney responded by rolling harder to keep his cock pumping in her pussy. He grunted and cried out.

"Fuck!!"

She completely surprised him by the strength in her body. Britney was firmly in control now, riding him like a wild woman unbound from all stresses in life. Her tits were shaking all around as she leaned back and used her years of dancing experience to fuck him. Mason tried to lean up until Britney shoved him back down with both hands. She leaned over him, nipples rubbing against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her down. As their bodies collided, Mason pushed his lips onto hers. He immediately moaned into her mouth. Britney's hands slid to the back of his head. His cock was still moving inside her with the thrusts Mason made. They traded passionate kisses as he became lost in the moment. Britney stopped moving. As she lay atop him, he found the courage to roll them over to the left side. Once she was on her back, he rose to his knees and looked down at her amazing body.

"Fuck me!"

Hearing Britney say those two words gave a sudden adrenaline rush. She spread her legs out, raising her boot-clad legs around him. Mason leaned down, planting his hands on her boobs as he began to buck his hips forward. Her eyes shut as her breasts jiggled within the loose grasp of his fingers. Another hard squeeze and then he let go of her tits and grabbed her hips. Britney's eyes opened, glaring at him as he pumped away in rapid succession, fucking her tight pussy the only way he knew how.

"That's it! Just like that! Don't stop 'til I cum! I want you to fuck me! FUCK ME, MASON!! FUCK ME LIKE YOU WANT!! DON'T STOP, JUST FUCK ME!!"

Since she told him to do it how he wanted, this position was not enough. He wanted her on top again, but not quite yet. Mason continued to thrust as he gazed back into her eyes. Their sight locked on each other, making this moment feel all the more personally intimate.

"Come on, Britney!"

Wrapping his right arm around her, Mason lowered his back and pulled her on top of him again to recreate the former position. Britney was back in control, and he didn't want it any other way. She straddled him again, moving his cock in her pussy. This time, Mason worked in sync with her. As Britney moved, he held her hips and thrust upward. She gasped at first, matching the intensity as she began to move harder and faster. The bed remained sturdy and unmoved by their act.

"YES!! YESSSSSSS!! OH MY GOD, YEAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

As Britney screamed and cried, Mason wondered how much longer he could last. She proved to be a force of nature in bed. All the pleasure they shared earlier in the living room had become a blur now that she was on top and wildly riding his cock. She raised her right hand, brushing some of the hair back behind her shoulders after a few stray locks moved towards her face. Rocking and rolling her hips, Britney continued to grind down on him as Mason quit thrusting.

"Britney! You're gonna make me... make me... ohhhhhhhh!!"

Unable to finish his sentence, Mason lost all of his train of thought as he felt the rushing sensation flowing through his body. She didn't stop or slow her movements. He gasped, unable to look away from her face as her hair flipped around. No more words, only the sound of screams and cries of blissful pleasure as they both reached their climax together. Mason came first, screaming loudly as his cock erupted inside her. Britney squealed and finally quit rolling her hips as her pussy tightened around his cock. He closed his eyes, taking in the moment of another powerful orgasm that flowed through his body. Britney pressed both hands against his chest, holding herself up as she breathed in through the moment.

"Ohhhhh... ohhhhhh god..."

Spoken whispers in her voice sounded angelic after this shared moment. His cock was still inside her for a few more moments. Britney hesitated before climbing up and letting his shaft slip out of her pussy. His eyes opened after several seconds. He felt some movement around the bed as she moved to lay next to him. Britney rested on her chest and sighed softly.

"Oh, fuck..."

Mason swallowed and breathed deeply before speaking again.

"That was amazing. I hope I did good."

He swallowed, feeling a bit nervous. With a sigh, he spoke once more.

"How... how was I?"

Her eyes blinked as Britney curved her lips into that signature genuine smile seen by millions of people. He relaxed as she waited a few seconds to speak. It was as though she wanted to let the thought of their reality settle in. A few moments to realize that he had just shared intimacy with one of the most famous women in the world. Mason's reality would never be the same after this day. Would he be able to confess this to his brother? The friendship he had with her son would be completely different now. She was a legendary goddess he had never known of. One coincidence in his life led him to meeting her. The mansion was like a holy temple preserved and maintained by her security. It was an act of bravery for him to return after first meeting her. In the living room, he proved that he was worthy of satisfying her. His reward was a journey into her most sacred space. And now he was ready for her to cast judgment onto him from this act of lustful devotion.

"You weren't good. You were great."

THE END