1 comments/ 129123 views/ 30 favorites Pamela's Panties By: LeCoach Pam McGregor wasn't really sick. She just needed a day off. Her office job at a local furniture store provided her with 5 sick days per year which were lost if you didn't take them. She decided that this sunny spring day was better served catching up on projects around the house. The thirty eight year old Mother went through the obligatory coughing on the phone as she explained her planned absence. Mr. Katz knew the employees were generally lying when they used their sick days. At least Pam didn't use them all in December, right before the end of the year and during the busy Christmas rush. Pam treated herself to a second cup of coffee after Tina was safely off to school and she poured over the ads in the newspaper. Not shopping really, just killing time. She dreaded doing the dishes and wished she had the money for one of those new electric dishwashers she'd seen. She knew she could charge it on her Sears and Roebuck Charge-A-Plate but she already owed them over a hundred dollars and wasn't comfortable running up a higher balance. So, one by one, she washed the dishes, pots and pans. There really wasn't much with just her and Tina. It seemed whenever she had some free time her thoughts would turn to her daughter. She couldn't help but worry. Christina had only been eight when Bob left and now, with him living in Florida, she virtually never saw him. "Lord knows I've done the best I could." She insisted to no one in particular. But, with her little daughter now a rapidly blossoming young woman, Pam felt she had more to worry about than ever. Even a "Good Girl" like Tina was entering an unpredictable stage of her life. Pam hoped that "The Best I Could" would be good enough! Turning to laundry, Pam loaded the washing machine with the easy stuff. Dish towels and such from downstairs before venturing up to collect the clothes from the bedrooms. As she made her way up the stairs, Pam could feel the air getting hotter! It wasn't even 11 o'clock and the thermometer was already climbing at an alarming rate. She and Bob had bought this little tract house in the winter and really weren't aware of how hot suburban Los Angeles could get. She emptied the contents of Tina's hamper into the laundry basket and headed downstairs to continue her chores. As she was loading Tina's hamper into the washer, Pam was shocked to see the lurid pink panties Judy had given her among her things. "She...she wore these?" She wondered to herself. Why...they were totally unacceptable for a young girl! They were unacceptable for anyone for that matter and Pam decided her daughter was going to get a stern lecture when she returned from school. Judy, Tina's best friend next door, had presented them to little Tina for her 18th birthday, claiming she had purchased them in Jerusalem. The Frieberg's had sent their daughter to Israel to live on a Kibbutz last summer and the experience had apparently broadened the youngster. Honestly! Pam felt like going over to the Frieberg's and giving Ellen a piece of her mind. She understood that they raised their daughter a bit differently than most would and that was their right but... Taking a deep breath, Pam threw the skimpy underpants into the washer. She didn't approve of what Judy had done but she also needn't make a big deal out of it. With the washing machine now humming, Pam began to think and realized that Tina insisted on laundering any new clothes before wearing them. She like the freshly washed and line dried smell they had when her Mom did them. Of Course! Pam finally admitted to herself. She was just throwing them in the wash like any new clothes. What am I so worried about? Still...there was that gnawing question: Why was she laundering them unless she was planning to wear them? Putting the thought out of her mind, Pam moved on to the vacuuming and dusting before heading to the living room to straighten up. As she was unloading the washer, Pam thought she heard a light knocking on the back door. But no one would be knocking back there, especially in the middle of a weekday. The busy divorcee continued with her chores. A few minutes later, Pam decided it was hot enough to warrant a cool glass of lemonade. She got a frozen can from the freezer and reached into the upper cabinet for the pitcher. Glancing out the window, she noticed Greg, the pool guy, was hard at work in her back yard. "That must have been him knocking," she reasoned, "And I know why." Pam was perennially short of money and, since she was virtually never home when he came, Greg's bill always ended up in a pile of bills on her dresser. Greg seemed to be an easy going guy but she was sure he needed the money. The pretty 38 year old brunette dumped the frozen cylinder of lemonade into the pitcher and absentmindedly watched Greg at work while she filled the pitcher from the tap. Greg appeared to be in his early twenties and was usually dressed in cutoffs and a white tee shirt. From time to time he would go "On Safari" and miss his Wednesday pool cleaning, only to return on Saturday to catch up. He always had great tales of riding big waves at places like San Onofre, Tressles, Doheny Beach and some place called "Swami." Pam had to admit she envied the young man for the freedom he appeared to have. Did a nice job on the pool too. While waiting for the frozen blob of lemonade to melt, Pam retrieved the laundry from the dryer and set about folding it on the kitchen table. She looked up from time to time to watch as Greg skimmed the leaves from the surface of the pool. And then...There "They" were. Those panties again. Now freshly washed, Pam had to admit they were actually kind of pretty...though certainly not intended to grace the body of a teenager. "Look at the fine detail on the lace." She thought as she picked up and examined the garment. the panties sported fine lace around both legbands as well as the waist. The two delicate pink roses that adorned the front had an almost three dimensional quality to them. Pam, an expert seamstress in her youth, couldn't help but marvel: "How did they ever do that? Just look at how fine the mesh is on the fabric! You could probably read a newspaper through them!" Still wondering what kind of material they were made of, Pam rubbed her hands over them several tiimes but was unable to identify the fabric. Judy had gone on about how she'd bought them at an open air market near the west gate to the old city in Jerusalem from a gypsy woman. She'd implied that they were somehow "Special." Pam rejected that silly idea out of hand. "Special panties indeed!" They looked like something you had to buy from those ads in the back of "Confidential" magazine...from that outfit "Fredrick's of Hollywood." Trashy stuff only a whore would wear. But they really were pretty. There was no label as such but Pam assumed they were about her size. Then a frightfully naughty idea came into her head. No! No! She couldn't do that. And yet, what's the harm? Oh No! That's...that's just too weird! But then, against her second mind, Pam reached beneath her khaki skirt and began to wriggle her sensible white nylon panties down her legs until they lay in a puddle at her feet. Without hesitation, she brought the scandalous pink panties down to her feet and stepped into them. "I can't believe I took off my panties with the pool guy right outside the window!" She thought as she pulled the panties up over her creamy white thighs until they snugly encased her loins. "My Goodness! They certainly do feel..." Pam was unable to finish the thought. Glancing out the window to where young Greg Olson had been finishing up, she was surprised to see him casually pull his tee shirt over his head and toss it onto the deck near the diving board. He then kicked off his flip flops and proceeded to unsnap his cutoffs and pull them off as well. Thirty eight year old Pamela McGregor hadn't seen a naked man for almost ten years, and, quite honestly, she'd never seen anything quite like the muscular Beach Boy who now was striding directly past the kitchen window en route to the shallow end of the pool. The young man's deep bronze tan ended abruptly where his cutoffs had been and his flaccid penis swayed gently from side to side as he walked. Unable to tear her eyes away, even for a second, Pam knew she should be offended. Knew she should be indignant! Instead she found the sight before her absolutely mesmerizing! She took in the whole package from his curly blond locks to his muscular chest to the swinging sack beneath his cock. He was quickly past her vantage point and then, from the rear, his plump butt cheeks were on display. For some reason, Pam began to imagine what those muscular rear globes would look like while he was piledriving into some Beach Bunny, his scrotum hanging down and slapping into her sensitive genitals... "Pam stop it!" She firmly scolded herself. Yet, she just couldn't look away as he walked down the cement steps into the pool. He took no time to adjust to the still chilly water, apparently relieved to be out of the 90 degree heat. "Can't say as I blame him." Pam said to herself. "I mean, he assumes no one is here and it's hotter than blazes..." Greg swam to the far end of the pool with powerful strokes before dong a summersault and kicking off beneath the water. He reappeared at the shallow end and emerged from the water. Pam thrilled to the sight of this young adonis...once again gloriously nude and on display for his unseen audience of one. He again walked, dripping wet, past Pam's vantage point. She made no pretense of trying to avoid staring at him now. This was somehow beginning to awaken feelings in the long celibate mother that she had forgotten even existed. As Greg climbed onto the diving board and raised his arms above his head preparing to dive, Pam realized she was now wet! Almost as wet as the youthful skinny dipper just outside her window but in a much different meaning of the word! "Oh My god!" she exclaimed as she felt her feminine juices beginning to flow. Pam couldn't believe she was responding so quickly to the sight of the hard bodied young male now in mid air as he completed his dive into the clear blue water. She had no trouble seeing how Greg could be the match for any wave he might encounter in the ocean. He was in his element now and used his well developed muscles to propel himself through the water. Pam watched a while longer and then began to rub her thighs together. She took a deep breath and, with no particular plan, loaded two glasses with ice. She poured in the finally blended lemonade and grabbed a tray from the cabinet above the ice box. She placed the cooling soft drinks on the tray along with her checkbook, grabbed a couple of clean towels from the laundry basket and headed out the door. Greg was clinging to the coping near the middle of the pool when he heard the screen door open. Looking over quickly, he spied Mrs. McGregor ambling out with a tray of soft drinks and two words came into his mind: Oh Shit! Greg was caught and he good and well knew it! "Oh...Hi Mrs. Mac!" He offered sheepishly. "Sorry...I...I thought..." Pam dismissed his nervous apology with the wave of her hand. "Greg I'm pleased that at least someone is using the pool." "Well, yeah but...Oh Jeez! I'm sorry." "Listen Greg, I'll make you a deal: You forgive me for being so late with your bill and I'll forgive you for jumping in the pool!" Actually Mrs. Mac wasn't nearly as hard to collect from as about half the people on his route. They all assumed it was a pretty trick job...go from pool to pool, screw around for a while, and get paid for it! Of course, they were right! Still a deal is a deal and he resented it when they lagged on paying. Heck, Mrs Friebeg next door expected him to put the trash cans out every week just because they happened to be out by the pool filter! Smiling up at her Greg simply replied "It's a deal!" Now, how he was ever going to get out of the pool was the next big question. Mrs. Mac asked how much she owed all totaled and was chatting amiably while she wrote the check. Greg had always liked her. Thought she was pretty too...You know, for an old lady. "How about a nice cold drink Greg?" Pam teased. she knew the nude young man wasn't about to exit the pool. she just wanted to watch his reaction. "Oh..well..Gee Mrs. Mac, the water's so nice I'll just drink it in here if you don't mind!" He stammered. "No problem." Pam replied. She took the tumbler of now icy cold lemonade and moved towards the pool. Prim and Proper Pamela McGregor would have held her hand to her chest as she bent over to serve the glass to her water bound friend. Of course Prim and Proper Pamela McGregor wouldn't have been out by the pool in see through panties in the first place! So, as Pam bent down to hand the glass to Greg, her blouse hung low enough for the sandy haired surfer to see inside. And see he did! Pam's medium sized breasts were always one of her best features and , when capped by the delicious gum drop nipples that her daughter had inherited, they were stunning! No sag at all though Pam was extremely self conscious about them. The gentle swell of her smooth pink flesh was enticing to the naked pool guy. But as shocking as the lurid tit shot he'd happened upon was, when Greg lowered his gaze an even greater revelation awaited him. Knowing the sexy divorcee could tell he was staring at her tits, his eyes traveled downward until...until they reached the hemline of Pam's short skirt. Then they traveled below the hemline. Nothing in his sweet short life had prepared young Greg Olson for what his steely blue eyes encountered there "My God!" His mind gasped. At first he thought she wasn't wearing any panties! Then, further inspection revealed she had on some kind of see through underwear...but they weren't hiding anything! The plump pink lips of Mrs. McGregor's pussy and the curly black hair that surrounded them were completely visible! Greg's cock immediately began to stiffen, thereby increasing his dilemma. Pam's eyes caught Greg's as she offered the tray of lemonade to him. She followed his gaze as he caught sight of her breasts down her loose fitting blouse and then traveled South until she saw his eyes suddenly stop and focus. "He's looking at my panties..." She quickly realized. A secret little thrill shot through her lewdly displayed loins as Greg came to his senses and reached for one of the soft drinks Pam offered. His mind spinning now and his cock well on it's way to full blown hard, Greg welcomed the opportunity to look away. "Gee thanks Mrs. Mac!" He smiled and eagerly gulped half of his lemonade. Pam rose and set the tray on the patio table. She took the second glass and then sat upon the upholstered chaise lounge. Greg was desperately searching through his mind for any acceptable topic to discuss with the pretty housewife but his brief but unforgettable shot of her pink panties had simply wiped his mind clean. Sensing his confusion, Pam helped him out. "Boy! The pool was sure dirty today wasn't it?" "Uh...Yeah!" Greg managed to reply. "I think it's those darn magnolia trees from Mr. Franklin's yard." She commented. Then, seeing an opportunity, the pretty dark haired mother rose to her feet and walked again to the edge of the pool where Greg clung to the decking. Standing only two feet from the water, she raised her right arm and pointed...knowing right well that the motion caused the hemline of her short skirt to lift even higher thereby exposing her panties again to the young man. "You see, they weren't that big when he moved in but, he's old and really hasn't got much to do so he waters them almost every day." Pam didn't have to look down to see where Greg's attention was focused...and it certainly wasn't on those magnolia trees! She babbled on a bit longer giving Greg an extended look between her legs, even shifting her position a bit so he could see even more. Finally, her pussy now wet and tingling, she moved back to the chaise and her cold lemonade. Greg meanwhile had just enjoyed the most spectacular "Shot" he'd ever seen...and it beat out second place by, like, nine miles! He hadn't wasted even one millisecond looking at old man Franklin's Magnolias. Mrs. Mac had apparently forgotten that he had just come from there and spent the better part of an hour cleaning up all the leaves from his pool! No, Greg Olson had completely and totally enjoyed the view! Despite what Mrs. McGregor might have thought, Greg had done OK with the girls while in high school and even scored a few times at Top Of Zelzah. Sex with his high school girlfriends had been great but brief. He couldn't honestly remember actually seeing the vagina of any of the girls he'd had. Their panties had come off quickly and, after maybe a little shot of hair down there, he'd shoved himself in and gone at it! He always carried a rubber (Like every single guy he knew!) but, fearing "Second Thoughts," he'd never even put one on. Greg stared unabashedly at Pam's barely covered vagina knowing she was busy looking over the fence. "Where did a 'Nice Lady' like her get underwear like that?" he wondered. "She had to know I could see..." The fleshy pink lips of Pam's pussy were pressed tightly against the gauzy pink fabric of her panties and Greg found himself trying to memorize the sight. "Just look at that tight little slit!" He repeated to himself as he drank in his first real look at the female vulva. When she finally returned to her lounge chair, Greg knew he'd never forget this day or Mrs. Mac for that matter. She was one damn sexy woman...for an old lady. He had to admit he'd changed his opinion of her. Of course he knew that actually screwing her was out of the question, but he'd be envious of the man that did. Greg had never met Mr. McGregor but he had to have been nuts to walk away from...that! Feeling Greg's eyes again devouring her still shapely body, the 38 year old housewife laid back on the chaise to relax. She casually opened her legs and hoped her panties were visible from the pool. At that point, Greg was actually too low to view Pam's eagerly displayed panties. Besides he was still occupied with this annoying business of ending up nude and hard in her pool! If he could just...just distract her for a moment, he could reach his cutoffs that lay near the diving board. He gulped down his lemonade and finally an idea came into his head. "Uh...Mrs. Mac...That lemonade sure hit the spot! Is there...is there any more?" When she went to refill his glass he'd quickly swim to the far end of the pool, grab his cutoffs and... "Sure Greg!" Pam's dulcet voice interrupted. "It's right on the kitchen counter. Help yourself!" "Oh God Damn it! Now what?" It took a moment for Greg to decide on a course of action. He eventually saw that Mrs. McGregor appeared to have her eyes closed while sunning herself. Figuring there would be no better opportunity, Greg pulled himself from the water, grabbed one of the towels laying nearby and quickly wrapped it around his waist. Still watching Mrs. McGregor, he moved quickly to the diving board and was finally able to get his cutoffs. He moved to the back door and made his way inside. Greg spotted the pitcher of lemonade on the counter as he was hurriedly pulling on his cutoffs. He then stepped over to retrieve the cool pitcher when he suddenly stopped. There on the floor...right in front of the sink, in front of the kitchen window, was a pair of sensible white nylon panties! Greg Olson was never what you would call the sharpest knife in the drawer but even he could add two and two. In that instant he came to understand exactly what was going on here: The pretty divorcee had been watching him from this vantage point. Had undoubtedly seen him pulling off his clothes and diving into the pool. The spectacular "Shots" he'd experienced really weren't "Accidental" at all. No. This "Older Woman" had discarded her everyday underwear and left them right where she stood. She'd then put on those ridiculously brief pink panties just for him! Pamela's Panties Greg's cock began to harden anew as he fully realized how carefully her plan had been laid out. He also had to admit...He was flattered! Greg thought for a moment, then removed his cutoffs and replaced the towel around his waist. He grabbed the pitcher and headed out the door. When Pam heard Greg walking into the house she was tingling with anticipation. After she heard the screen door slam she quickly stood up and removed her blouse. She then unbuttoned her short skirt and dropped it to the deck leaving her clad only in her daughter's little panties. She'd never been nude outdoors and she reveled in the sheer naughtiness of her situation. The warm spring sun felt wonderful on her body and she took a moment to enjoy the sensation before she returned to the chaise. Deciding she would now "Sunbathe" for her youthful visitor, she laid face down on the chaise and demurely draped the remaining towel across her panties. She awaited Greg's return. Greg wasn't at all surprise to see Mrs. McGregor laying nearly nude on the chaise. He carried the pitcher of lemonade out to where she posed knowing the score now. Gone were his preconceived notions of Mrs. Mac as some elderly school-marm! He had finally come to recognize her erotic nature. Also he was eagerly anticipating a sexual encounter without all the "I Love You!" stuff that seemed to be required back in high school. He sat the pitcher down on the patio table and grabbed the tube of Coppertone suntan lotion that lay next to it. "Don't want to get burned out here now Mrs. Mac!" He cheerfully called out to her as he rubbed a teaspoon sized dollop of the tanning creme together in his hands. His now fully erect Penis was tenting out his towel but Greg knew it didn't matter now. Pam didn't verbally respond but she did open her eyes and wasn't surprised to see the bulge in Greg's towel. Then the dark haired mother felt Greg's hands on her back...massaging the warm oily substance into her skin. The hot suburban sun shone down on Pam and Greg as they both realized in that instant that they'd crossed an imaginary line. Greg's hands felt to good to Pam as they moved all over her skin. The lanky blond surfer applied the oil all over her back and shoulders, rubbing deeply...generating heat in more ways than one. The sight of the muscular young pool man had excited her when she'd briefly seen his nude body earlier. His touch on her skin was even more maddeningly erotic She felt his fingertips teasing the sides of her breasts and had to restrain herself from begging him to dig down and rub her nipples! Instead, she settled for "Do my legs too Greg." A small drop of pre cum lubrication escaped Greg's cockhead when he heard Mrs. Mac's subtle but unmistakable acceptance of the thrilling physical contact they were both experiencing. Greg squeezed out another good sized portion of the tanning creme onto his palms and rubbed them together before moving down to massage Pam's shapely legs. Greg started at the backs of her knees, remembering one of his high school girlfriends who seemed to love being touched there. He proceeded to rub down to her feet before slowly moving upwards to her firm thighs and then to the even creamier skin above that. Finally Greg was at the critical barrier of the white towel she'd draped over her butt. Greg reached for the tube of lotion which almost caused Pam to panic. He'd been so close! So close! He wasn't going to chicken out now was he? No. No he wasn't! Greg's mind briefly pictured the sensible white panties Pam had abandoned on the kitchen floor. Then he pulled the towel from her body and began to apply lotion right at the top of Pam's thighs. The deep split of her buttocks was wildly exciting to his eyes and Pam's panties did little to hide them. Pam could feel her vagina wetting the tight crotch of her daughter's panties now as Greg's hands were literally taking her to a place she'd never been before. She always felt she and Bob had had a good sex life but, with her strict religious upbringing, it had been limited to "Under The Covers" missionary style penetration. She'd never dreamed she'd ever find herself so deliriously exposed before a man! Her body had responded to every touch of Greg's slippery hands and, she had to admit, she'd enjoyed every moment of it! And Greg could tell too! He'd seen Pam's thighs open slightly when he'd pulled off her towel. This brought the simple vertical line of her tightly closed pussy lips into view and caused his already rock hard cock to jerk! Greg pulled his towel from around his waist and tossed it to the deck where he knew Pam could see it. The action wasn't wasted on the pretty brunette who moaned softly when she realized that Greg was now nude. The stiff dicked pool man then stepped over her supine body and squatted down until his balls grazed her shapely legs! He then resumed his "Application" of the oily suntan lotion. Greg deftly lifted the lacy waistband of Pam's panties and briefly slid his hand inside to tease her ass cheeks. "Oh Greg!" Pam couldn't help but say when she felt him going inside her last protective garment. "Can you do my front too?" Pam felt momentary disappointment when she felt Greg's balls lift from where they'd been laying on her legs but she eagerly turned over on the chaise, baring her luscious breasts to Greg for the first time. Greg Olson stood by and watched as Pam rolled onto her back. All the thrills he'd experienced in the back seat of his Woody in high school were about to be washed away as he viewed Mrs. McGregor's virtually nude body. The skimpy little panties actually made her fresh little pussy even more enticing! Even though she kept her legs modestly together, her pubic patch and the very top of her vaginal furrow were easily visible. "Wow!" was all he said. Just one word. One three letter word. But to 38 year old Pam McGregor it was as if Ernest Hemmingway had written four chapters! He wasn't faking it! He wasn't "Being Nice." He had a sheepish smile on his face when he said it but he obviously wasn't kidding. She watched Greg's eyes as they traveled all over her body. She could tell he liked her breasts and she could hardly wait for his smooth warm hands to "Oil" them! He also seemed fascinated by her little pink panties. Pam then did something she'd never done for Bob during their marriage. Maybe she should have but...never did. She lifted her knees and brought her feet up on the cushion of the chaise. she then let her legs open, exposing the gauzy pink fabric that barely covered her pussy. She looked directly at Greg to be sure he was watching, then she took the lacy legband of her panties and slowly pulled it to one side, completely exposing her pussy to him! "Men are only interested in one thing" she found her mother's words haunting her as she showed her pussy to Greg, "So maybe I should try to 'Interest' him!" Greg's awestruck expression spoke volumes as his blue eyes devoured the incredibly erotic sight before him. He'd driven up to the McGregor home maybe a half hour ago. Good old Pam McGregor..."Mrs. Mac" to him, had been an apron sporting "Old Lady." Now here he was, his cock stiffened at the sight of this truly beautiful creature! So wantonly displaying herself to him. She'd always been beautiful he realized. He just had to see it! Greg was still holding the tube of Coppertone and, with his hands trembling now, he squeezed one last portion onto his palms. He approached the luridly exposed divorcee and knelt on either side of her relaxed form...his cock bobbing and jerking as her moved. He began to massage the tanning lotion into Pam's firm ripe tits, exciting both of them as he did so. "Look at those nipples!" He thought to himself as he massaged her. He couldn't resist touching them and was surprised at how hard they were. Pam had done the best she could but now it was just too close to pass up. Greg's penis...all big and hard, was right within reach. She had touched Bob's penis almost accidentally from time to time, but this was no accident! She'd wanted to touch Greg's cock from the minute he'd exposed it before swimming earlier. Now, she could resist no longer. She reached out as he was feeling her erect nipples and touched the rock hard surface of Greg's prick! "Oh yeah Pam!" He gasped when he felt her hands beginning to caress him. He instinctively shoved forward and drove his hardon into her small soft hand. Pam realized how much he'd enjoyed her touch and she quickly rubbed her hands on her breasts to coat them with the oily lotion. She then returned to his cock, stroking it lovingly as Greg moaned in delight. Time seemed to stand still as the illicit lovers explored each other's bodies in that sun drenched suburban back yard. Pam's hands had Greg on the verge of orgasm...and he certainly didn't want that! Not now! However before either of them had a chance to take their mutual enjoyment any further, they both heard the unmistakable sound of old man Franklin's '52 Studebaker pulling into his driveway. "Oh shit!" Said Pam laughing. They both knew the old guy was basically harmless but very nosy! He'd probably see Greg's truck outside and immediately go out to check on the job he'd done on his pool. Time to head inside. Greg stepped off of Pam's perspiring body and, to her surprise, picked her up in his arms. He easily carried her to the screen door which she attempted to open. They both dissolved into laughter as they realized it would be impossible to open both doors from this position. Greg lowered Pam's legs to the ground and he followed her into the kitchen. Once inside, Greg couldn't help himself. His arms encircled the sexy housewife and he pressed his cock into the crack of her panty clad ass. He pushed good and hard too! Making her feel the promise of what he hoped was to come. Pam was nearing the boiling point as she felt Greg's penis between the cheeks of her ass. Oh God! He was so big and hard! She turned to face him and his lips were upon hers in an instant. That Big Cock was now pressing into her barely covered pussy and her tits were poking sensuously into his hairy chest. Greg's tongue pushed into her mouth as his hands cupped her rear cheeks and pressed her body even tighter against his. The two lovers frenched furiously as their bodies generated an overpowering sexual heat! Greg pulled back momentarily and slid his hard cock between Pam's legs so that the top of his cock was rubbing her pussy lips right through her daughter's pink panties. The sensation was exquisite! "Those panties are turning me on Mrs. Mac!" He gasped. "Pam" she replied. Greg began to slowly move to and fro, sliding his prick into the slippery valley between her legs. Pam squeezed her legs together to increase his pleasure and moaned when the plum shaped head of his cock began to separate the lips of her pussy. "I...I don't have a rubber Pam..." He said quietly, knowing it must be a concern for her. "We'll...we'll figure something out." She replied. Pam realized he had actually provided her with a "Way Out" If she wanted it. But Pam McGregor knew what she wanted right then and an excuse to stop wasn't it! She grabbed a towel from the nearby laundry basket and laid it on the sofa at the far end of the kitchen where she and Tina usually watched TV at night . She then laid down upon it and, remembering how much he seemed to have enjoyed it earlier, spread her legs well apart. With Greg fondling his penis in a needless attempt to increase it's ridgity, Pam pulled the legband to one side in the most unmistakable sexual invitation Greg had ever seen! He climbed onto the sofa, cock in hand, and placed the head right at the entrance to Pam's well lubricated cunt. "Take it easy Greg. It's been a while for me..." She had to admit. "Me too Pam." He replied while rubbing his turgid cockhead up and down the length of her pussy. When it was glistening with her natural lubrication, he slowly began to push it in. "Oh! Easy Greg! She pleaded. Greg could hardly believe how tight Mrs. McGregor's little pussy actually was! He knew she'd given birth and naively thought it would have a permanent effect. Trying to be considerate, he moved slowly, in and out until he'd managed to slide about half of his good sized cock into his panting lover. Pam was halfway between uncomfortable from Greg's increasing size and excited to the core of her being at the prospect of actually being fucked again after all of this time. She wasn't about to complain but couldn't help being tense. She continued to to hold the lacy leg band out of the way to allow Greg's big cock to penetrate her tight little pussy. For a few minutes at least, they continued. Greg found Pam's pussy so tight it seemed impossible to achieve the deep penetration he so desperately sought. He could sense her discomfort by the way she seemed to be holding her breath. "Relax Pam." He finally said. She exhaled in despair, discouraged that it had apparently become obvious to him that she was unable to take all of his cock. "Do you want to stop?" He said softly. "No! I don't Greg...It's just..." "Listen," He began, lifting up off of her. "Let's try it a different way." Pam looked up inquisitively. As if to say "What other way is there?" But Greg simply helped her to her feet and then gently led her onto her knees on the sofa. Pam looked back at Greg and began to realize what he was planning to do. "That's right Pam...Just like that...now lower your shoulders down a bit...OK" he instructed. Pam found herself kneeling on all fours with her ass sticking up in Greg's face. He was...he was going to fuck her doggy style! Something her husband had wanted to do but which she had never allowed. Now it seemed she had no choice as Greg was pulling down her panties and preparing to fuck her helpless pussy from behind! "Don't...Don't take off my panties Greg! She begged. Pam wasn't sure why but she sensed she wouldn't have the courage to go through with it without them. Greg had no problem with her request. He liked the looks of her sexy ass with those little pink panties bunched up at the top of her thighs! He caressed her smooth pink butt cheeks and then pulled them apart to expose Pam's most private spot: The tiny pink ring of her anus! "Oh my God Just look at that!" He gasped to himself. He and his buddies had actually discussed whether or not girls even Had an asshole and, finally, here was the proof! Unable to control himself, he leaned forward, pulling her cheeks open even further and then swiped his tongue right over it! "Oh Greg!" Pam cried out. She honestly couldn't believe he'd done that! She'd never even heard of anything so unspeakably nasty! There it was again! This was positively sinful! He was actually licking her asshole! Attempting to drive his tongue into her puckered little back hole. And she was doing absolutely nothing to stop or even discourage him! Greg couldn't get over what a firecracker Mrs. Mac had turned out to be. He was actually tongue fucking her little pink asshole and she seemed to be enjoying it! She hadn't said anything but she was pushing back to meet his tongue each time he dug it into her forbidden little hole. Pam was trying to be a good sport but, now, she really wanted to be fucked in her neglected little pussy. The sensation of Greg's tongue in her anus wasn't unpleasant...she had to admit, but, Oh Mercy! She was all warmed up and just couldn't wait! Reaching back between her legs, Pam found the swollen pink lips of her thinly bearded cunt and used her fingers to separate them. Knowing Greg could see her open pussy, she called back to him. "Greg...Oh go ahead and... fuck my pussy! Don't make me wait!" Greg could barely believe his ears when he heard Pam's lewd request. He would have bet dollars to doughnuts she'd never even heard of words like "Fuck" and "Pussy!" All it took was a little ass licking and she was begging for cock! This woman was incredible! Greg straightened up and, with Pam still holding her pussy open for him, placed his cock in the coral pink opening below her asshole. Greg had done the best he could to be considerate but now there was simply no hesitation left in him. He flexed his hips and drove his cock all the way into Pam's pussy until his balls slapped into her pussy lips below! "Oh Greg that's it!" She moaned in pleasure. Gone was the discomfort she'd experienced earlier. "Oh give me all you've got!...Oh that's so good! Oh...Oh please Greg...more cock!" The room was filled with Pam's lewd words of encouragement and the gentle "Slap...slap" of Greg's balls as they collided with her pussy flesh. The sandy haired surfer had never been with a woman who responded like Pam. He grabbed her hips and pulled them back to meet each ball jarring stroke as she continued to babble deliciously dirty phrases each time. "Oh that's so good Greg...please fuck me...Oh good and hard Greg...stick it in there deeper!" Actually Pam was thrilling to the liberating feeling of voicing everything she was feeling inside. There was no reason to hide her feelings...was there? Way back in her mind she realized both of them were quickly approaching orgasm...and Greg had used no rubber. The time when she would have to "Figure Something Out" was now upon them. The perfect solution suddenly appeared like magic. Pam knew what she would do. Lowering her chest until her nipples were mashed into the sofa cushion, she reached back with both hands and spread her butt cheeks wide open. As she expected, Greg responded with an even more savage barrage of deep strokes...forcing every centimeter of his bloated cock into her widespread pussy hole. "That's it Greg..." She began. "Fuck my little cunt hole just like that. Did you like licking my asshole? Did you?" "Uh...huh!" Was all Greg could muster at that point. "Then fuck my tight little pussy good and hard and...and then come on my asshole!" Quick to please, Greg sent a good dozen pile driving strokes as deep as he could into Pam's willing pussy until he felt a tickle in his balls and knew his time had come. Pulling his swelling cock free of Mrs. Mac's desperately clinging pussy, he placed his prick right in the tight ring of her anus. All the sexual tension that had been building and building all afternoon was finally released as torrents of sperm raced to freedom from his over stimulated cock. His seed erupted with such force that the first few streams of jism actually blasted right into Pam's never before touched asshole which brought cries of delight from her lips. Greg then watched as several more jolts sent sticky white come onto Pam's butt cheeks which she continued to obediently hold open for him. To say neither of them had ever experienced anything like what they'd just done together before would be an understatement at best. Pam was glad she'd thought to place the towel on the sofa because the copious fluids they'd both emitted during their lewd encounter had flooded it. Greg had collapsed upon Pam's still shuddering body in exhaustion and they'd cuddled there for several minutes before either one spoke. "I guess I better be...headin' out." Greg began. "Old man Franklin will be noticing my truck and..." "I know...me too." Pam added. "Greg..." She looked up at him as he was pulling on his cutoffs. "It's our secret, OK?" A broad smile came over Greg's tanned face. "It's a secret we'll both keep and an afternoon I'll never forget Pam. Never ever!" Now it was Pam's turn to beam up at him..She had the feeling somehow those pink panties had led her down this path but, she had to admit, she knew good and well where the path led. With her satisfied pussy still glowing, she watched as the muscular young man finished dressing. He gave her a quick peck on the cheek and headed out to gather his equipment. Pamela's Panties Pam had honestly considered "That part" of her life to be over. This hard cocked boy...young enough to be her son, had taught her otherwise. She'd naively thought she and Bob had a "Wonderful" sex life. She now knew she'd never even had an orgasm before today. And it was hard to blame Bob. Their encounters were completely devoid of all the teasing, the visual stimulation, the slow tantalizing arousal she'd experienced when Greg had oiled her body. She never would have allowed Bob the luxury of such foreplay. Pam slowly rose and, somewhat reluctantly, removed her daughter's pink panties...knowing they HAD to be laundered now. At first she was overcome with guilt. "My God! What have I done?" She wondered. It was almost as if she couldn't understand how she'd got here. Standing naked in her kitchen, her daughter's salaciously scanty panties at her feet, the pool man's still warm semen now beginning to drizzle out of her asshole. Tears began to stream down her cheeks as she quickly assembled a load of wash and started the washing machine. How could she, a good Christian woman and mother, have done such a thing? She prayed that God would forgive her but she couldn't blame him if he didn't. Yet...as the afternoon wore on, Pam McGregor found herself remembering moments with Greg that had...had made her feel like a woman again and not some kind of Girl Scout leader. She loved her daughter more than anything but there were times when she'd forgotten all about her own physical needs. Oh the smooth soft feel of his fingers as they deftly massaged the tanning creme onto her easily aroused body. The ferocity of his deep soul kisses. The way he'd picked her up like she was a little rag doll and carried her off to the family room where...where he'd fucked her! And, Oh Lord it was good! He'd put her on her hands and knees and shoved that hard cock all the way to San Francisco and really made her feel it! She couldn't have stopped him even if she'd wanted to. No, he'd just gloriously fucked her helpless little pussy until she came over and over! Then he'd spewed his seed into her...her asshole, which had been off limits to her husband Pam took the freshly dried clothing from the dryer and began to fold it. Her husband. Bob. She'd heard he was doing well in Florida. Then why couldn't he at least call his daughter once in a while? If he was "Doing well" couldn't he send a few bucks their way? Pam had done the best she could to get over their broken marriage but sometimes it was really tough. In some ways this little suburban home was a godsend for Pam and Christina. After all, it was in a nice safe neighborhood. The schools were very good and nearby too. She like all the neighbors. Well, all except... Now that was a subject that Pam simply wouldn't allow her mind to visit. If they hadn't bought this specific home Bob would never have met that home wrecker who lived beyond their back fence. It was still so hard to remember that sad part of her life. Pam did her best to put on a happy face and set about fixing dinner. Her daughter would be home soon. An unforgettable day to be sure!