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Mrs. Hansen

By: buzltyr



I had just stepped out of the shower and was ringing wet when the door bell rang. I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my waist and proceeded to the front door. I opened the door slightly to find out who was there.

"Mrs. Hansen," I mumbled behind the door, "Mom isn't home yet." 

"I know, I just spoke to her and she told me she would be another hour or so and I could come and wait for her." I opened the door a little more and invited her in.

"I just got out of the shower," I sheepishly announced. I backed away from the door and she stepped into the foyer. I was hiding behind the door but she was making no attempt of entering any further so I had to close the door the therefore revealing how little I had on. 

"My, you have grown up quite nicely, Jason." She reached out and lightly touched my right biceps."Do you work out? Your arms are so huge."

I shuddered and mumbled, "No Ma am, I play baseball for the school." She was still stroking my arm and I suddenly realized the effect she was having on me and the towel was starting to tent up.

Mrs Hansen gazed down and saw the results of her manipulation and her eyes glazed over. "You are getting bigger," she said huskily. She reached out and grabbed my cock through the towel which by now was about to fall off, and stroked her hand lazily up and down my shaft. My dick was harder than I ever knew it could be. "You're a man now right Jason?" 

"Well, I uh guess, I had my eighteenth birthday two days ago." 

"Aw yes, that's right I remember your Mom mentioning that at work." The towel dropped and Mrs Hansen had my hard phallus in her bare hand and was jacking me quite nicely when she spoke barely above a whisper, "Have you ever had your cock sucked, Jason?" 

"No, I've never done anything." As she looked me straight in the eye she dropped to her knees right there on the ceramic tile in the foyer. 

"Would you like me to suck you. Jason?"

"Y y yes," I stuttered shaking like a leaf on a tree. Still looking directly at me she snaked out her tongue and licked the drop of seminal fluid that has gathered on the tip of my cock. I moaned and that seemed to spur Mrs Hansen on because she opened her mouth and sank the biggest majority in and started licking furiously. Meanwhile bobbing her head up and down until I could feel the beginning of her throat.

She removed my cock from the warm depths of her oral cavity and as she stroked it lovingly on her cheek she breathlessly asked, "Do you like that Jason? Is it all you thought it would be? I love worshipping you're strong cock." 

"Oh God, yes Mrs Hansen I love what you doing, it feels so good."

"Jason, would you like to cum in my mouth and have me swallow all your young juice?" All I could do was moan, my mouth was too dry to speak so I nodded my head vigorously. She jammed my cock back in and swallowed. I felt the head sink down her throat and her lips were butted up against my pubic hair. She snaked her tongue out and licked everywhere she could reach. With her lips tightly wound she began sliding her mouth back away sucking furiously until just the head was still encased and her tongue flicked under the sensitive part of the crown.

"Oh God I'm going to cum, Mrs Hansen." She was already aware of this because she proceeded to take me into her throat and swallow. She reached and grasped both of my bloated balls and yank gently downward. Saliva was running from her mouth and dripped onto her testicle filled hand.

She released me from her mouth and out of breath and eyes watering she spoke," Fill my mouth, Jason. I want you to cum in my mouth, I want your sperm, Jason, please." I was trying to prolong the ecstasy but to hear this 40 year old woman beg I could hold out no longer and my cock dribbled the first shot directly on her tongue.

The next shot like a cannon and lodged deep into her throat and Mrs Hansen wrapped her lips around just the head and sucked harder. She was not going to spill a drop of my semen and I just kept blasting. Mrs Hansen was swallowing all that I shot and when I was finished spewing and my balls were dry she nibbled lightly on the crown.

My softening cock slipped from her mouth and I looked down at Mrs Hansen. She was looking up at me and smiled. "You came so much, I didn't think I could swallow fast enough. What did you think of your first blow job, Jason?" 

Before I could answer I heard a car door slam.

Mrs. Hansen Ch. 02



Mrs. Hansen Part 2: My First Time 

Thanks to all for your comments and criticisms.

When I heard the car door slam I grabbed my towel and raced up the stairs. Just as I was closing my bedroom door I heard my mom shout, “Lois, how good to see you. Did Jason let you in?” 

“Yes, Connie he had just got out of the shower and as soon as he let me in he dashed off to his room.” Oh good I thought Mrs., Hansen was not going to let on what had just happened so I relaxed a little and got dressed.

Descending the stairs I entered the living room where my Mom and Mrs. Hansen were seated on the couch drinking a cup of tea. Mom had yet to change out of her work clothes and I bent down to kiss her cheek. “Hi, Mom how was your day?” 

I tried to act nonchalant, and spoke to Mrs. Hansen, “Sorry to have run out on you, Mrs. Hansen I should have offered you a cup of tea.” I looked to Mrs. Hansen and I could see a little glimmer in her eye kind of like the cat that ate the canary.

“Oh goodness, Jason, no fret I interrupted you and was kind enough to let me in.” As I leaned in to kiss her cheek I could almost swear I could smell the cum on her breath but I knew it was my imagination. I looked back to Mom and asked if the needed a refill and her affirmative answer directed me to the kitchen were the kettle was still hot. I poured anther pot and headed back to the living room.

The conversation the two ladies were having ran a shiver down my spine. “I know we were supposed to go out to dinner tonight, Connie but I didn’t know the sink would stop up and I beg to reschedule our plans. And that was why I asked if Jason could come over and see if he could help.” 

My Mom quickly responded, “Why not call a plumber, Lois they are professional and I’m not sure Jason is capable of unstopping your sink.” 

“I hate to call a plumber this late in the day; it would cost me a fortune. If he can’t help I call on Monday and suffer through the weekend.”

Mom relented and as I walked in the room Mom looked over and explained Mrs. Hansen’s problem and asked if I would mind going over and helping. Goosebumps rose on my arms as I mused that maybe this would be an opportunity to lose my virginity but I tried to remain calm as I spoke. “I’d be glad to help.” After what you did a while ago I thought looking straight at Mrs. Hansen it’s the least I can do. 

Mom smiled at me and said, “Well, I guess its dinner alone for this lonely widow.” I hoped and prayed that Mom would not invite herself and was relieved when she continued, “There is a movie on tonight and since our plans have changed I will grab a quick bite and curl up on the couch.”

“Jason, go change out of those shorts and put on something more respectable of you are going to Mrs. Hansen’s.” 

Mrs. Hansen was quick to the rescue and immediately spoke, “Nonsense, Connie he will probably get dirty anyway, no use ruining good clothes.” I was still standing a few feet from the ladies seated and when I looked to Mrs. Hansen she was staring at my crotch and I noticed the same glimmer as before and I had to set the pot down and turn away as I felt myself getting turned on by the way Mrs. Hansen eyed the bulge tucked inside my tight jean shorts.

I started to run up the stairs and yelled back over my shoulder, “Give me a minute to grab my wallet and house key and I’ll be ready when you are, Mrs. Hansen.” After grabbing the essentials I took down the stairs two at a time and reentered were the ladies were just as Mom and Mrs. Hansen were hugging. 

“You take good care of Mrs. Hansen, Jason and call me if you are going to be late.” “Don’t you worry, Connie I’m sure Jason will be good to me.” She said this with a smirk on her face that only I could see.

Mom waved good bye as I held the car door open for Mrs., Hansen. “My, what a gentleman.” Uh Huh I had ulterior motives because I was trying to get a glimpse of her legs, but I didn’t let on and boy did I get a surprise. She not only showed some leg, she hiked up the dress a little and very un-lady like sat on the seat and swung her legs in one at a time. I saw a small glimpse of panty as her leg was swinging in to get settled with the other. 

I quickly closed her door and ran to the passenger side and got in before my fledgling erection became noticeable. We drove off towards Mrs. Hansen’s house and as she drove I couldn’t help staring at her bare legs. She hadn’t bothered to pull her dress back down and she caught me staring. “You like my legs, Jason?”

The sexy tone in her voice kept me from embarrassment and I replied huskily,” Yes, Mrs. Hansen I think your legs are beautiful.” “Would you like to tough my leg, Jason?” I couldn’t answer, my throat was dry and I was so excited at the thought of touching this mature woman that all I could do was tentatively reach out and rest my hand just above her knee.

“That feels nice, Jason.” She put her hand on top of mine and drew my hand to her thigh and whispered, “Have you felt a woman’s pussy before, Jason?” With that my hand was drawn up to the top of her panties where I could feel they were hot and moist. Oh God, I though I’m going to blow a wad before I get a feel. I squeezed my ass cheeks together to keep from cumming in my pants. I let my middle finger explore lower down the cleft of her crack and I could feel a great deal of moisture.

“You make me so wet, Jason. Pull the leg of my panties aside and touch me.” I did as she asked and when my finger delved into the slit I was amazed at the wetness. I felt proud that I was making her this horny but I was also encouraged by this so I snaked my finger in until I felt the entrance to her canal and shoved my middle finger all the way into her until my palm was flat against her mound. I felt the car swerve some and I looked at Mrs. Hansen’s face and her eyelids were almost closed.

“Should we pull over Mrs. Hansen?” 

“Yesss,” she mumbled, and quickly turned into an alley behind a shopping mall and pulled the car to a stop behind a row of dumpsters. She killed the lights and shut off the car. Her legs spread and gave me access to her womanly charms. I tool full advantage and started to pull my middle finger out until just the tip was embedded in her and forcefully rammed my finger back in to the hilt. “Take my panties down, Jason, hurry your finger feels so good in me, I need to cum so bad.”

She lifted her butt off the car seat and I pulled until her panties were around her ankles and she kicked off her shoes and used her foot to remove them completely. That was when I noticed her smell and it was intoxicating. I had never smelled anything like it and my tool was straining to rip my zipper apart. I continued with renewed energy and added another finger to the fuck I was giving her.

Her hips were straining up to meet my fingers and she literally fucked my hand, her juices were abundant and dripping down my wrist. “Oh God your fingers feel good, Jason I am about to cum.” I wanted to experiment a little so I massaged the top of her mound with my thumb and when I encountered the bump at the top center her hips flailed and she cried out. “Yes Jason there. My clit Jason massage my clit.” Taking one dripping finger out her hole I brought it up and flicked her button and the other finger felt the walls of the pussy contract. Another small jolt of juice surrounded my finger.

“Mrs. Hansen can I lick you? I want to make you feel as good as you did me earlier.” 

“Oh yes, Jason please lick my pussy.” I removed my fingers from her hole and got out of the car and ran to her side. She brought her legs around the outside of the car door and spread wide. I dropped to my knees and felt the initial grounding of the asphalt skinning me and my first thought was I should have listened to Mom and changed. But even though the knees were suffering nothing was going to stop me from licking my first pussy.

I brought my nose closer to her cunt and sniffed deeply. My dick jumped in my pants in response and I lightly touched her slit with the tip of my tongue and blew warm air into her wetness. Oh what a sweet taste, I love this taste I thought, and I explored further. I stuck my tongue as far as I could up her juicy canal and started tongue fucking Mrs. Hansen feverishly. I reached up with both hands and spread the lips apart and ran my thumb up against her clit.

“Ohhh my God, Jason that feels so good lick me, honey, lick me harder.” I removed my tongue from her hole and flicked up against her clit as she reached down and grabbed my head in both hands and ground her pussy hard against my face. My nose bumped against her pubic bone and although it hurt a little I did not draw back. I increased the tempo against the little button and she was undulating so much I strained to keep my tongue against her and licked harder.

“Ohh yessss, I’m cummimg, lick me, lick me.” I felt the first onslaught of her juices flow against my chin and drip down the crack of her ass. I did not slow licking her and I tried to drink the copious nectar down. She must have become sensitive because she cried, “Stop, Jason I can’t take anymore.” I set back on my haunches and I noticed her eyes were closed and she had a contented look on her face. “That was good; I haven’t felt that good in a long time, Jason.” I smiled sheepishly and when she reached her arms out I fell against her and she hugged me tightly.

She looked into my eyes and bent down and kissed me lightly on my lips and proceeded to lick her cum from my face. My cock started to spew sperm and I was quickly drenched down my leg. It was worth it I thought I got to eat a pussy for the first time and I got a blow job earlier, what could be better? Then I heard, “Let’s hurry home Jason, I want you.”



Mrs. Hansen Ch. 03



Thanks again for the comments and criticisms. For the person that wrote the full page email THANKS I NEEDED THAT?



Part 3

The drive home was uneventful except I could not keep my eyes off those gorgeous legs that were Mrs. Hansen. Her dress was hiked to the middle of her thighs and showed enough skin to keep me excited in anticipation.

Was she really going to let me do things to her that I had only dreamed about? Was I about to lose my virginity? God, these thoughts ran through my mind and my pants were about to burst. I only hoped that what I thought would come true would prove to be real. 

We pulled into her drive, she pushed the remote on her visor, the garage door opened and she pulled the car in and parked. Shutting off the engine she pulled the keys from the ignition tossing them to me she spoke for the first time since leaving the shopping mall lot and huskily said, “Open the door and wait for me in the den, Jason.”

Fumbling with the key in the lock my hands awaking nervously I finally won and the door opened. 

Mrs. Hansen scooted past me in the door way and as she did her breasts lightly past over my chest and I gasped with arousal. She smiled demurely and headed up the stairs. I closed the door and entered the den.

I sat down on the couch and nervously tapped my knee when Mrs. Hansen called down. “Jason, get us something to drink. There is soda or juice in the refrigerator. I’ll have a glass of cranberry cocktail, please.”

I went to the kitchen and was really shocked to find this room huge and well stocked with every kind of appliance that it was difficult to make out the refrigerator but finally opened the correct door and reaching the bottle of cocktail I turned and almost dropped the bottle.

“I’m sorry if I startled you, Jason. I thought you heard me come in.”

“Uh, no, Mrs. Hansen you scared the he…heck out of me,” I said breathlessly. My eyes were immediately drawn to her chest as the gown she chose was low cut and cleavage abounded.

“Again I’m sorry, pour us a glass and bring it to the family room.” Hunting around for a minute I found the glass cupboard and grabbed the glasses. Pouring the glasses full, I put away the bottle and headed for the room where I could see Mrs. Hansen sitting in the loveseat that was positioned so she could be seen from the doorway. I was taken aback a little and my eyes met hers as I slowly approached the glasses shaking in my hands. I managed to set both glasses on the coffee table before I spilled the juice in the carpet.

As I stood before her not 3 feet away I could look down the front of her dressing gown and my eyes set upon her nearly naked breasts.

“Sit down her beside me Jason.” She reached for the glass of cranberry cocktail and sipped slowly. “You’ve been staring at me since we left that mall, are you ok?”

“Yes, Ma'am. You are just so beautiful I can hardly keep from staring.” My gaze was once again drawn to her breasts. They were ample and seemed to be about to burst from the gown. I sat down a few feet from her my excitement was evident, my breath was harsh and a bead of perspiration formed on my forehead.

“Relax, Jason. I’m not going to bite you; I may suck you and lick you but I won’t bite.”

Mrs. Hansen inched her way closer and breathed lustfully in my ear, “I want you to touch me, Jason.” I turned towards her and nervously laid my hand on her breast. She moaned softly and laid her hand on my thigh. I fondled her breast nervously until she laid her hand on mine and pressed harder. I took the hint and kneaded her globe forcefully. I noticed her nipple was hard so I took the nub of flesh between the first and middle finger and rolled it back and forth.

I was proud to her moan and her whispered breath, “That’s good, Jason.” I felt her tongue snake into my ear and lick heatedly. “Suck my nipple, Jason, suck it hard,” I took her right nipple and licked tentatively. “Suck hard, Baby, c’mon and do it.” I took the little nubbin and part of her tit and sucked as hard as I could.

“Oh God, yes…that feels so good.” She took my left hand and placed it between her parted thighs and moaned, “See how wet you make me, Jason, I can’t wait for your cock there. It’s been so long. I’m so hot please put your finger in my pussy.” Her panties were so skimp and soaked with her juices that they tore when I tried to slide them away from her mound.

“Just rip them off, Honey stick your finger in, hurry.” Her hips were undulating madly as her hips sought the relief of my finger that she desperately cried for. I came in contact with her furry bush and her hair was matted from her overflowing juice, my finger immediately seeking her wet canal. I stretched the two middle fingers and entered her.

The hole there was hot and wet. I plunged my digits in as far as I could go and pulled out slowly.

“Yes…Oh God, yes…finger fuck me, Jason I am so close to cumming on your hand, please harder, do me harder.” 

My wrist was starting to cramp from the position we were in and I spoke excitedly, “Lie back, Mrs. Hansen, my hand is hurting and I want to be able to finger you as I sit beside you on the floor.” 

She wasted no time and lay back with one foot on the floor and the other stretched across the back of the couch. This opened her cunt like a flower petal and I could smell her excitement. I reached for her pussy and plunged forcefully three fingers and started banging her hard. Her whimpers of joy were music to my ears and I was not going to let up until I made her cum hard!

“Pull your cock out Jason; let me see you stroke yourself while you finger me.” I did not withdraw my fingers form her but I managed to stand up and drop my pants and boxers. My dick sprang forth like a springboard. I sat back down and wrapped my hand around my hard-on. I was wet from the pre cum I had leaked while I fucked Mrs. Hansen and that acted as a lubricant. I stroked cautiously; I did not want to cum yet! I was hoping that I would get a chance to yet lose my virginity.

My right hand was furiously fucking Mrs. Hansen’s pussy, my left hand stroking my cock. Mrs. Hansen’s eyes were drawn to my crotch and watched as I jacked my dick. “You don’t know how hot it is to watch you stroke your hard cock; I’m going to cum on your fingers now, stand up and stick your hot cock in my mouth. I want you to fill my mouth with your horny teenage cum when I orgasm.”

Man, hearing her talk like that I almost wasted my sperm to the carpet but I pulled myself up and tentatively leaned across her head. I touched the head of my wet dick on her lips, her mouth opened and I dropped a few inches in. Her lips closed and voraciously sucked in more of my meat.

“Jason, you don’t have to be tender…Shove your cock in my throat. I want you to face fuck me” 

I lost it. The only thing that I thought about was cumming in this older woman’s throat and her swallowing my sperm. 

As I added a fourth digit in her pussy I grabbed the hair on the top of her head and forcefully pulled her face to my pubic hair, her swallowing and slightly gagging only fueled the fire in me. I was fucking rapidly in her mouth and would occasionally draw back enough to let her catch her breath.

This lasted for a few more strokes and her breathing became rapid and her hips were straining against my hand seeking the orgasm she had waited so long for and it was drawing near. So was I and as I felt and heard her scream, her vaginal walls sucking in my fingers I knew she was cumming.

Her pussy actually ejaculated her cum and it soaked my hand and the couch. Her river flowed for another few seconds and it was then that I felt the tickling in the head of my cock and as my balls were drawing up and wrinkling I came with a force like I’ve never felt. Volleys of sperm coated her cheeks and throat and I felt her try to swallow the load I had deposited.

She started to gag and her hands flew to my hips and pushed me back a little but not enough to withdraw completely. She continued to suckle and I shot a couple more times but with less force and Mrs. Hansen kept swallowing to keep up. I felt her tongue under the crown licking the few drops that dribbled out. 

After I had none left in me I withdrew my hand from her pussy and stumbled back down to the floor. My knees weak and shaking. As I sat she reached down grabbed my wet wrist and brought them to her lips. Kicking each finger of her juices she looked at me with a gleam in her eye. She knew that her sucking my fingers would turn me on again and in no time my cock hardened.

“That was so good…I can’t wait to have your cock deep inside me…”

Part 4 coming soon??? Should there be???



Mrs. Hansen Ch. 04



Thanks for waiting for part 4. I am truly grateful for the feedback and the kudos.

I stood up on shaky legs and stood there looking down at Mrs. Hansen. She swung her legs to the floor and also stood up.

"This will be better in bed," she spoke softly.

Taking my hand she proceeded to her room and dropped her dressing gown to the floor. I gawked at her completely naked body. Her years showed but while a little frumpy she still was incredibly beautiful.

"Come here, Jason."

She lay back on the bed and spread her legs lewdly and I could feel the beginning of another erection. I crawled between her legs; she reached out and grabbed my shoulders forcing me to lay completely on her my full weight bearing down on her. My erect cock bumping the inside of her thigh.

I felt her reach down and wrap her fingers around my erection and stroke softly.

"We're about to make you a man, Jason" she whispered in my ear.

I felt her tug me into position and lightly guided me across her erect clit. The heat was almost unbearable and she was so wet. My instinct was to push me into her and my hips undulated trying to penetrate. She pushed my dick lower and the head was lined up with her wet crevice. I pushed a little elated when the head slipped in.

"All the way, Jason. Push all the way in."

I flexed my hips and bore down until I felt my balls at the crack of the ass. I lay there on top of the lady and reveled in the notion that I was no longer a virgin and the thought was almost enough to shoot off. She was astonishingly tight for an older lady I thought; not that I had any thing to go on. As I lay there I could feel the inner walls of her vagina caressing me like a warm glove. 

No longer being able to stand it I withdrew until just the head was buried in her and I pushed in bottoming out again. Several strokes and Mrs. Hansen was lifting her hips to meet my thrusts. On the down stroke she would squeeze the muscles and on the up she would meet me half way and we would bump pubic bones.

"Ohh God, it's been so long and you feel so good," she mumbled. "Harder, Jason; fuck me harder."

I sped up the pace until I heard our bodies slapping together. She reached between us and fondled her button as I sped on. She would occasionally grasp my staff and squeeze me making it seem that her pussy got tighter. My head was buried on the pillow that she laid her head on and I was gasping for air. My head was spinning and my I was sweating profusely. That added to the excitement as moving against her the moisture kept us from sticking together.

Not that I would have minded; I would have pulled off my skin to be able to keep fucking Mrs. Hansen. The feeling was incredible. I thought the earlier blow job was amazing but my first fuck!! I was pistoning in and out of her pussy my hips a whirlwind as she met me stroke for stroke.

"You are so good, Jason. I hardly believe this is your first time. Your cock is so big I feel it almost to my stomach. Keep ramming me harder, lover."

"God, Mrs. Hansen, this is so hot; I feel like my dick is in a furnace." I barely could mumble.

She turned her head towards me and whispered in my ear, "Jason, put a finger in my ass,"

I almost came hearing her barely audible words but I leaned up a little and reached between us. I was searching for her little starfish she stopped rubbing her clit reached down further between us and grabbed my hand. She lined up my finger to her asshole and shoved me in. I first thought that she might be too dry but I felt an abundance of her juices that had run down her crack lubricating her hole. 

I heard her whimper and moan as my finger buried to the first knuckle in her butt. Gaining confidence I slid my finger deeper until my palm lay flat against her ass cheeks. I crooked my finger up and imitated the come here gesture and her light scream scared me. I thought I had hurt her but as I started to remove my digit she clamped down with her ass and prevented the removal. 

"No, Jason leave your finger there. Fuck my ass with your finger as you drive your cock deeper." 

This was almost a screech as she bucked up again and I bumped her cervix. The long tunnel was sucking me in and I drove harder seeking to explode millions of little sperm cells deeply within.

Mrs. Hansen, I'm gonna cum soon," I breathlessly remarked.

"Pull out Jason. Let me get up and you can fuck me doggy style."

I reluctantly pulled out and sat back. She immediately rolled over to her knees and wiggled her lumpy ass at me.

"C'mon get your fat cock back in me. I am close and I need you to fuck me as hard as you can. C'mon Jason I can take all you have."

I rose to that challenge and rammed my rod back in her with a force that almost took her breath away.

"Oomph, yes, yes there lover do me. I need it"

I did not need to be told twice and I even took the initiative. I licked my thumb and rammed it in her butt. She became a lioness then her hips bouncing back into me and wriggling her ass when I bottomed out. My thumb was keeping perfect cadence with the thrust of my hips and I longed to see her cum with me so I reached between her legs and grasped her love button between my thumb and forefinger and rolled gently. 

Her deep moan assured me I was doing right by her but she decided to tell me.

"Oh yes play with my hard clit, baby. Make me cum on your young cock."

"OOOO…God I'm gonna cum in your hot ass, Mrs. Hansen. Get ready I'm gonna fill your ass with my juice." I yelled out to her. 

Her moans, whimpers and cries assured me she also was on the way to an orgasm. Her hips slammed back into me harder and my thumb fucked her ass harder keeping her at an agonizing peak not quite ready to quite take her over the top. 

My hand was now lightly spanking her clit, bringing her closer to her peak, me following close behind. She reached between her legs replaced my hand on her button and out of breath she screamed, "Spank my ass, Jason."

I gingerly landed one blow to her right ass cheek really not waning to hurt her.

"Oh slap me harder, spank my ass harder, and make my ass hurt, baby. Please!!"

Ok, I hit her ass as hard as I could with my open palm and her ass throbbed and a rosy hue appeared as I continued to slap first one cheek then the other. I still had my thumb buried in her asshole and I added another finger and rammed it in. 

She bellowed, "Yes I'm there fuck me I'm cumming!"

I was there too and I felt the volley of cannon shots rip though the hole in the head of my cock and forcefully soak her pussy, I felt her womanly juice squirt out and soak my pubic hair.

I was on the fourth shot when I became dislodged from her pussy because of the wild way she was flailing her hips. The fifth shot landed on her asshole and dripped lower to her pussy lips. Her hand was there to catch it and she massaged into her vaginal lips as if it was a life saving lotion.

I was wrecked. I fell back and sat there with a contented smile. Mrs. Hansen looked back over her shoulder winked and said, "Thank you, Jason. You are a great lover. Some young horny bitch is going to be lucky to find you."

I could not speak to let her know I felt terrific and to thank her for helping me to become a man.



Mrs. Hanson



It was five o'clock; football practice was over, and after the obligatory towel-snapping session in the Boys Locker Room, Johnny Buzzcock reported to the Athletic Supporter's Office as he had been directed. Mrs. Hanson, the Athletic Supporter of the Stuffville High's Trojans football team - a.k.a. the Purple Helmeted Warriors - was in her office waiting for him.

"Oh, there you are, Johnny," Mrs. Hanson said as he waited in her doorway, looking up from her paperwork over the tops of her reading glasses. Mrs. Hanson wore a cardigan sweater that barely contained her ample cleavage. The lacy edges of her black brassiere were visible, and hers was most certainly a well-filled bra. 

As Mrs. Hanson absentmindedly nibbled the long strand of pearls that she always wore, Johnny licked his lips - his throat seemed to have suddenly gone dry. Mrs. Hanson always reminded him of a mature version of one of those buxom goddesses in the prints in his Art History textbook. 

If a middle-aged woman with half-rimmed reading glasses, hair done up and held in place with a pencil could ever be described as a buxom goddess, that is. It must have been the pearls that did it. Mrs. Hanson always wore them wrapped about her throat three times like a kind of a choker, then the rest of the long strand lay nestled between her full mounds like a puddle of shiny white liquid. 

Then Johnny glanced at the framed picture on Mrs. Hanson's desk; young, eighteen-year-old Susie Hanson in her Stuffville High cheerleader uniform, with her pony tails and bright sunny smile, and he blushed at what he'd been thinking. Whoa, dude, this is Susie's MOM you're thinking about here, he reminded himself. 

"Are you ready for tonight, Johnny?" Mrs. Hanson asked.

"Yes, ma'am," he answered nervously.

"Nervous?" Mrs. Hanson asked, with a raised eyebrow and a wicked smile.

"Well, ah, uh . . . . . . yeah, sure, I guess, ha! Ha!" he replied.

Johnny and Susie had been going steady all semester, and they'd gone from some rather innocent French tongue-kissing and feeling up sessions to the point where Susie was letting Johnny rub her on the outside of her panties. Tonight, barely a few short hours from now, Johnny would be taking Susie Hanson to the Senior Prom. Tonight he hoped to make it to 'third base' with her. All the way. 

"Did you try out the suit?" Mrs. Hanson asked, bringing Johnny's thoughts back into the here and now. 

"Uh-huh, yes ma'am," Johnny nodded. Mrs. Hanson had designed the colors for next year's school swim team's Speedos, and he'd been selected to model them. 

"Did it fit?" She asked.

"Yes, ma'am."

"Well, can I see it?"

"Uh, sure, uh . . ."

There was an awkward moment of silence. Mrs. Hanson came around the front of her desk, leaned back on it and crossed her arms under her ample boobs. His eyes inadvertently went to her chest; her pointy nipples, protruding through the soft fabric of her mohar cardigan, gave him an instant woody in his pants. Johnny glanced down, unable to avoid noticing how the tight, black leather skirt she wore hugged her generous hips, and how her patent leather high-heeled pumps set off her shapely, stocking-clad legs. 

Johnny glanced back up to see Mrs. Hanson smiling her winning smile, her curly blonde hair framing her pretty face. She looked at him over her half-framed reading glasses, "Come on, Johnny. Let's see it." Johnny died of embarrassment as her eyes unashamedly went to where his cock was straining against his blue jeans. 

"I, uh, I'm not wearing it right now."

"Do you have it with you?"

"Uh, yes," he replied. For some reason his throat was drier than the Sahara desert. 

"Well, why don't you change into it?"

"What, right here?" Johnny couldn't believe what he thought she was proposing.

"Oh, yes, it's quite alright. It's after five-thirty on a Friday. Nobody's going to come around." Mrs. Hanson went behind her desk and Johnny was treated to the view of Mrs. Hanson's round ass as she bent over to rummage through a drawer. "I've got to take some papers down to Mr. Snotgrass's office, so you can change in here while I'm gone." She seemed to be having some difficulty retrieving whatever it was she was after, and knelt down, then turned. Johnny had to lean over the desk to maintain eye contact with Mrs. Hanson as she looked up over her reading glasses at him. 

The view down the front of Mrs. Hanson's cardigan was incredible; her brassiere was now almost entirely visible, the rounded tops of her globes spilling over the black lace trim of her bra made his hardening cock throb. "Is this okay with you?" she asked with a sweet smile. 

Johnny was not exactly sure what she meant; changing in her office, or the view from above? He just nodded; it seemed he was somehow temporarily unable to speak.

Mrs. Hanson left the room in a swirl of hips and curves, twirling her long pearl necklace absentmindedly in one hand, stack of papers tucked under her arm. As she walked down the hallway, high heels clicking, Johnny couldn't help but notice the lines that ran up the backs of her stockings; little backseam lines that went all the way up and under the hem of her tight leather skirt. When she disappeared around the corner, Johnny closed the door, then quickly dropped his pants to change into the swimsuit. 

The problem was that his dick had developed to a full, raging hard-on. Johnny tried to tuck his whang into the tight swimsuit, then looked at himself in the full-length mirror on the wall of Mrs. Hanson's office; there was no hiding the fact that he was now officially sporting a full-fledged boner. If he tried to tuck it up to lay flat against his lower belly, the head of his cock stuck right out the waistband of the swimsuit. If he tried to fold it down to conceal it, the impudent thing bulged out. He turned sideways to check out just how much it bulged out in front, leaning back on her desk, and wouldn't you fucking know it? At that exact moment Mrs. Hanson burst in the door of the office.

There was a moment of embarrassed silence as Mrs. Hanson regarded him over the tops of her reading glasses. Johnny was absolutely mortified - she was looking right at his dork, for crying out loud! 

Finally she spoke. "It looks a little tight, maybe," she said. "Turn around for me, will you?" 

Johnny turned and was relieved to be able to hide his boner, temporarily, at least. The problem now was that he seemed to be able to feel her eyes burning right through the fabric, looking at his ass. At least his cock was settling down a little bit. It was still thick and hard, but wasn't quite so rigid anymore. "You know, Johnny, you have definitely got the body to model this swimsuit," Mrs. Hanson said. "Turn around again, will you?" When he turned she was biting the strand of pearls, seemingly deep in thought. 

"Hmmm . . . . . . there's something I have to . . . 

. . . check," she said, moving closer to him. Mrs. Hanson trailed her fingertips down his chest as she went to her knees before him. Johnny was certain she pinched his nipples ever so lightly as her hands moved over him, but couldn't be sure. Mrs. Hanson seemed to be very focused in the task at hand, checking out the design of the swimsuit. 

He looked down. Mrs. Hanson was staring right at the swimsuit. In fact, her face was right at pecker level; she was eye-to-eye with his poor, hard, throbbing dick as it strained against the thin fabric of the suit. Mrs. Hanson seemed not to even notice, although how she could not Johnny couldn't imagine. Every bulging vein on his crank was clearly visible; Johnny was dying from total embarrassment. Mrs. Hanson's hands were on his hips, making some kind of adjustment as she inspected the swimsuit. He looked away, kind of like when he was at the doctor's, just kind of enduring the whole embarrassing episode. 

Johnny dared a glance downward. Mrs. Hanson was eye level with his tremendous bulge; it was almost as if she was looking directly at his dick. The view down the front of her cardigan was terrific, and he felt his dick twitch once again. 

Mrs. Hanson came to her feet and leaned toward him. Those tremendous boobs were pressing right into his bare chest, causing his dick to go rock hard. They were face to face, yet not looking one another in the eye. "You know, Johnny," Mrs. Hanson finally said, her voice dropping to a husky whisper, "I've been watching you . . ." Johnny didn't know what to say to this, so he didn't say anything. " . . . and I think you're hot," she said. 

What happened next was definitely not in his imagination. He felt Mrs. Hanson tweak his dick between finger and thumb. "Tell me if I'm going too far," she whispered. The blood rushing into his engorged organ answered for him as his tool stiffened rock hard beneath her tickling fingers.

Johnny couldn't believe his eyes as he watched her reach into the waistband of the swimsuit and undo the drawstring. His heart seemed to stop altogether as she slowly went to her knees again, pulling the swimsuit down and exposing his tool at last to the fresh air. "I knew it!" Mrs. Hanson gasped, eyes widening as his huge boner sprang to attention, pointing straight out. Mrs. Hanson didn't waste time; as if on cue she dropped to her knees, parted her lips, and took the head of his cock into her mouth.

Johnny's heart raced as conflicting emotions coursed through his brain. Her wet, soft lips and tongue felt so great on the head of his straining cock, but this was Susie's mom, for crying out loud! Mrs. Hanson released him from her mouth; Johnny looked down at her incredulously. Mrs. Hanson seemed to be studying the purple head of his blood-engorged cock. A drop of pearl-like liquid formed at the tiny, slitted opening. Mrs. Hanson' tongue darted out and licked it up. "Mmmm. . ." she moaned approvingly. Then she took him deep into her mouth, moaning deeper, "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!" 

At this stage in the game any pretense at decorum was now totally out the window, of course. Johnny put his hand on Mrs. Hanson's head to guide her as she swallowed his cock. Mrs. Hanson hummed her approval as her head moved up and down; she was expertly deep-throating his entire length. Leaning back with one hand bracing himself against the edge of the desk as the other continued to guide the back of Mrs. Hanson's head, Johnny closed his eyes. As much as he enjoyed Mrs. Hanson's expert blowjob, a singular thought kept racing through his mind. I'm in Mrs. Hanson's office, naked with my swimsuit pulled down around my legs, and my dick is in her mouth! Susie's mom is sucking my cock!!!

He thought of little Susie, pictured in her sweet, smiling face in his mind's eye for a moment, then was brought back to the here and now by the sound of Mrs. Hanson's voice. She had released his cock from her mouth and was jacking him off with one hand, cradling and tickling his balls with the other. "You know, Johnny," she said in a quiet, husky voice, "I've been wanting to do this for a long time now." She ended this statement with a little kiss and a flick of her tongue to the end of his cock.

"Uh, Mrs. Hanson . . ." Johnny said, his voice nearly cracking from the dryness of his throat.

"Please, call me Joy," she said, before engulfing his cock into her wet mouth once more.

"Uh . . . . . . Joy," he struggled to say, for now his cock was near bursting.

"MmmmmmmmmMMMMM?" Mrs. Hanson moaned.

"Uh . . . Mrs . . . uh . . . Joy . . . " he didn't know how to say it, but he had to say something, because he was sure that if he came now he would blow the back of her head off. "I'M GONNA CUM!!!!!" he hissed through clenched teeth.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!" Mrs. Hanson moaned joyfully, moving her head faster up and down the length of his cock for a couple of good, deep sucks. Then she released his cock from her mouth, grasped his cock lightly with forefinger and thumb and expertly began jacking him off onto her outstretched tongue. This was all it took; Johnny's cock unleashed a tidal wave of cum into her mouth. "MMMMph! MMMMM! Gurgle!" Mrs. Hanson moaned as she struggled between swallowing to contain his milky blasts. Of course she could not, and some of it leaked out the side of her mouth and trickled down her chin. Her mouth returned to engulf his cock a final time, this time to suck him dry, while Johnny struggled to keep from collapsing back on the desktop.

Mrs. Hanson finally released his spent cock from her cum-filled mouth and wiped her lips and chin with the back of her hand. "God, I love cum," Mrs. Hanson confessed, looking up at him, smiling. A generous drop of pearly liquid still lingered at the corner of her mouth; gobs of the white stuff lay splattered across the rounded tops of her breasts. Mrs. Hanson collected the dollop of cum from the corner of her mouth with her fingertips and rolled her eyes up in concentration as she tasted it. "You know, Johnny," she said, "You really need to eat more oranges."

"Uh, yes Mrs. Hanson, I mean Joy."

"There," she said, as she pulled up the swimsuit and tucked his still semi-hard dick back inside. Then she came up off her knees to stand before him. Her hands went to the sides of her breasts, and she looked down at them as she cupped them. "Oh, there's a bit of splatter," she commented. Looking at Johnny with a wicked grin, she said, "I'll bet you've been wanting to have a good look at my tits for a long time now, haven't you?"

"Uh . . ." despite the fact that Mrs. Hanson had just sucked him off - his first blowjob, in fact - Johnny still felt somewhat uncomfortable at this new level of intimacy. " . . . sure, I guess."

"You GUESS???" Mrs. Hanson laughed. "Dear boy, what do you mean 'You GUESS'? Do you have any idea how the men on the faculty drool after these puppies?" As if to emphasize her point she arched her back, thrusting her formidable pair forward. The poor front buttons on her cardigan strained to contain her massive hooters, then quickly gave way - pop! pop! pop! Suddenly Johnny was face to face with Mrs. Hanson's impressive set of knockers, still encased in the gauzy black lace of her brassiere cups. The cardigan went to the floor, and Mrs. Hanson reached behind her back to unleash her monster tits from their constraints. Finally undone, her black bra came flying off with a snap! 

Gazing at last upon Mrs. Hanson's breasts, splendid in their bare beauty, it occurred to Johnny that he had secretly dreamed of seeing them for many months now. They were beautiful; big and round without a hint of sag, capped by a pair of pink nipples the size of silver dollar pancakes. It was obvious that she spent time in a tanning bed, or perhaps sunning herself naked by the pool when the kids weren't around. There was not the slightest hint of tan lines about her magnificent breasts.

Johnny could barely comprehend what was unfolding before his very eyes. Mrs. Hanson stood smiling right at him in her black leather skirt, stockings and heels, her hands on her hips; gloriously naked from the waist up. Her boobs pointed directly out at his face, her long strand of pearls draped down between them. Johnny never imagined a middle-aged woman's tits could be so full, so large, and yet so firm. The urge to suck upon them was overwhelming. 

"You're a very beautiful woman, Mrs . . . I mean Joy," he croaked.

Mrs. Hanson cupped her ample breasts in her hands and leaned forward, offering them up to him as it were. "Go ahead," she said. "Feel them." Johnny could restrain himself no longer. Grasping her tits in both hands, Johnny's mouth went first to one nipple, then to the other. Her pointy nipples stiffened even harder as he sucked and squeezed. Mrs. Hanson emitted a sort of half-laugh, half-sigh as she enjoyed his attentions to her marvelous pair. Then her hand dropped to his lap and Johnny became aware of his dick twitching back to life as she tickled his shaft through the thin fabric of his swimsuit. 

Once again she fiddled with the drawstring of his trunks. There was a pause; Johnny had to momentarily pull away from Mrs. Hanson's cleavage in order to get some air. Mrs. Hanson took the opportunity of this break to pull his swimsuit down once more. Johnny's dick sprang to life as Mrs. Hanson tickled him beneath the base of his cock, right at the sensitive spot where his ballsack began. "Oooh, you're getting nice and hard again," she said. And then, seating herself in the chair before the desk and holding her knockers up, she said, "Here, Johnny. I want you to fuck my tits."

"?????" Johnny hesitated. Mrs. Hanson realized that he was not experienced enough in the ways of love to imagine her intent. "Go ahead, Johnny," she explained. "Put your cock between my tits and tit-fuck me." She swung the strand of pearls away, behind her back.

Johnny did as he was directed. "Ooooooooh!" Mrs. Hanson crooned as she encased his hot dick-meat in the plentiful, pliant flesh of her huge boobs. His dick was long enough that she could lower her face to lick the head of his cock in her mouth as he fucked her tits. Her tongue lolled down like a hounddog's; she drooled down his shaft as she sucked and licked and soon there was enough moisture for him to slide between her tits with ease. For Johnny the feeling was superb. This was the closest he had ever come to actual fucking!

Mrs. Hanson's tongue tickled the tip of his cock as it came up between her mounds. The combined sensations of her hard knockers pressed against the sides of his cock and her wet mouth on the end of his knob soon brought him to the edge. With an "Ah-ah-ah-AAAAAHHH!!! sound, Johnny spurted semen all over Mrs. Hanson's chest, lips and chin.

"Oh my, Johnny, you really come a lot!" Mrs. Hanson remarked before she parted her lips to take him into her mouth and suck him dry once more. 

Wow, Johnny thought, four years of no sex in high school, and now twice in the space of an afternoon! Then the sensation of Mrs. Hanson's mouth on his piece overcame all conscious thought as his eyes rolled up in their sockets. 

When Johnny came to from his temporary daze Mrs. Hanson was standing before him, using some tissues to wipe his spunk from her chest. "Don't go away," she urged as she pulled on her cardigan, this time without the bra. Johnny's eyes looked approvingly at her ripe tits, roaming free beneath her soft mohair cardigan. His eyes followed the undulating cheeks of her ass beneath the black leather of her skirt as she walked out the door of her office and down the hall toward the Girl's Locker Room. 

Johnny was in no condition to go anywhere; he didn't even have the strength to pull his trunks back up. Leaning back, Johnny's eyes inadvertently went to Susie's picture on the desk. He quickly glanced away; it seemed somehow disrespectful to look at Susie right after cumming all over her mom's face and tits. He glanced down to where his poor, spent crank lay against his thigh. Incredibly enough he was still semi-hard. A thin trickle of clear liquid leaked out and formed a little puddle on his inner thigh. 

Johnny was still leaning back on the desk with his trunks around his thighs when Mrs. Hanson returned. She glanced down at his cock and smiled that winning smile of hers. In her hand she held one of the white towels from the locker room, she had a couple more folded over her other arm. "Let me clean you off," she offered, eyes going back to his crotch. 

Johnny shifted nervously as Mrs. Hanson proceeded to wipe his dick and balls with the wet towel. Mrs. Hanson had used hot water to moisten the towel, however, and Johnny soon felt familiar tinglings deep down in the base of his balls. "Oh my goodness! You're ready for another round at it, aren't you?" Mrs. Hanson remarked. He almost died of embarrassment when she said, "I'd forgotten how it is for a younger man!"




Mrs. Hanson Ch. 02



"Oh, hello Johnny!" Mrs. Hanson said cheerfully as she answered his knock on the door. Johnny's jaw dropped; at how stunningly beautiful Mrs. Hanson looked this morning! She wore a sort of collared halter-topped white dress - a VERY revealing halter-topped dress - that flared out to a full, wide skirt ending right below her knees. 

Mrs. Hanson's white dress was very low and daring - she was practically bare to the waist, save her skimpy top portion. Johnny could not keep his eyes from roving; Mrs. Hanson was displaying a LOT of bare skin. "So tell me, Johnny, do you notice anything different today?" she asked, raising her arms behind her head. This caused her knockers - quite a respectable pair - to thrust straight forward, right in Johnny's face. 

Johnny gulped, flustered. Does she mean, like, she isn't wearing a bra? he thought. Was it the cool, early spring air that raised goose bumps all up and down his spine, or the effect that cold fresh air had on Mrs. Hanson's nipples through the thin, almost translucent fabric of her dress? She obviously never dressed this way at school. Embarrassed to be staring so obviously at Mrs. Hanson's tits, Johnny dropped his eyes, only to notice her sleek calves and narrow ankles ended in a pair of lace-up 'wedgie' sandals. "I dunno," he stammered, "uh, is it your shoes?"

"No, silly!" Mrs. Hanson laughed, placing a hand on his chest. "I'm not wearing my pearls!" 

That was it, of course. Mrs. Hanson's famous six-foot long pearl necklace was her trademark. She usually wore two or three strands tight about her neck as a sort of choker, then let the remaining loop dangle down below her waist; often playing with it absentmindedly, occasionally chewing on the pearls in a subconscious manner that seemed full of connotation. 

To top things off, today Mrs. Hanson sported a new coiffure; her long blond hair, usually done up in the back with a pencil to hold it in places, was cropped to a short style of bouncy blond locks, full of flounce. To Johnny, her stunning new look - confident, mature, sexy - brought to mind a sort of ultra-hot Mrs. June Cleaver, the mom from the old Leave It To Beaver TV show. 

Johnny had dutifully reported to Mrs. Hanson's house at nine o'clock this Saturday morning to meet Mrs. Hanson, or rather, her daughter Susie. They intended to go over some work in the college-level physics class he was having difficulty in.  

"Susie's not back yet," Mrs. Hanson informed him.

"Not back yet?" Johnny asked, puzzled. Where could she possibly be this early on a Saturday morning?

"No, she spent the night with her cheerleader girlfriends at the 'Girl's Sleep-Together'." 

Ah, that explained it. The Stuffville High School Girl's Sleep-Together was an annual tradition, a sort of 'girls only' rite-of-passage the cheerleaders went through in their Senior year.

"But you're welcome to come in, Johnny," Mrs. Hanson continued. "Maybe we can go over some, uh, advanced concepts, or something."

Johnny swallowed, half out of anxiety, half from enthusiastic memory of the last "one-on-one" session Mrs. Hanson had put him through. He'd tried to rationalize their last encounter; it was a sort of spontaneous thing that had just happened, he told himself, the sort of one-time thing that goes on between adults all the time; it meant nothing in regards to his steady relationship with her daughter, and probably wouldn't happen again. Now he wasn't so sure. 

He caught a whiff of her perfume as she held the door for him. That, and the close proximity to her nipples poking through the thin fabric of her dress top, caused him to go immediately hard in his trousers. Mrs. Hanson didn't even try to hide the fact that she was staring right at his crotch, and despite his overwhelming embarrassment, his boner seemed to be growing longer by the second!

Mrs. Hanson led him to the breakfast nook, by the countertop that connected to the kitchen area, and indicated for him to have a seat at the table. Johnny placed his books on the table and turned his head to encounter Mrs. Hanson's massive boobs right in his face. As Mrs. Hanson arched her back her monsters jutted forward, seemingly suspended in the air mere inches from his face, straining at the thin fabric that seemed barely able to contain them. 

"Now, Johnny," she began, "I want you to tell me the truth about something. You're a good looking young man - in fact, I think you're hot - and I'm, well, older..."

Oh boy, thought Johnny, here we go. She's going to bring up what happened the other day...

"...do you think I still have the kind of breasts it takes to get away with wearing a dress like this?" she breathed huskily, letting her fingers play gently about the sides of her round tits.

Johnny gulped, speechless. He could only sit there, frozen in time and space as he regarded her formidable pair. "Here, let me help you," Mrs. Hanson said caringly as she took his hands and placed them over her huge cans. 

Johnny could only marvel as he cupped Mrs. Hanson's cantaloupes in the palms of his hands. Like the other day after school in Mrs. Hanson's office, he was simply awestruck at how they felt; full, round and firm yet quite soft and pillowy, remarkable for a woman in her late forties. Johnny didn't know a lot about tits; he didn't know much about women at all, come to think of it, but he estimated Mrs. Hanson's melons had to be somewhere in the 44DD league. 

"Well... ...I... ...uh..." Johnny mumbled with characteristic dumbness while allowing himself to fondle and squeeze her impressive hooters.

"Go ahead, Johnny," Mrs. Hanson continued, "pinch my nipples." Johnny pinched and rolled her pointy nipples between finger and thumb. As he did so Mrs. Hanson emitted the most sublime sigh, "Oooooooooohhh!"

"Look," she said, straightening up, "it comes off like this." Reaching behind her neck, her dress suddenly seemed to come flying off, and Johnny became aware that her brassiere wasn't the only undergarment Mrs. Hanson had gone without this morning.

Mrs. Hanson now stood before him stark naked, save for the laces of her 'wedgie' sandals that criss-crossed up her well-shaped, muscular calves. As before, Johnny marveled at how perfect her body seemed for a mature lady. He let his eyes wander from her spectacular breasts to the way her waist almost narrowed, to her nearly flat belly with but the slightest roundness, then down to appreciate the way Mrs. Hanson kept her nether hair neatly shaved and trimmed into an abbreviated blonde triangle. Mrs. Hanson's generous hips gave way, as she turned, to the cutest pair of little round asscheeks, perched above a most impressive set of muscular thighs; her remarkable lack of tanlines indicated she was an ardent practitioner of sun worship au naturel.

"Well, Johnny," she said breathily, "What do you think of me in the altogether?" 

"You're a very beautiful woman, Mrs. Hanson." It was all Johnny could think of to say as she posed naked before him.

"Please, Johnny," she said as she displayed her body. "I think it's okay for you to call me Joy; after all, we're away from school, we're both adults, and after all, in case you haven't noticed, I happen to be stark naked!" She pinched her large nipples as she said this, bringing them to a delightful hardness.

"Yes, uh, Joy," Johnny managed to croak out. For some reason his throat had gone very dry.

Mrs. Hanson cupped her breasts, as if offering them up to him. "Please," she breathed, "hold them... ...kiss them..." Johnny put his hands up to hold on as he buried his face into her huge ta-ta's. 

"MMMMmmmpppHHH!" he mumbled, drowning in a sea of pliant titflesh; "mmm... ...mmm... mmmuuurrrfff!!!"

"Oh yessssss..." Mrs. Hanson hissed, sucking her breath between her teeth, "...yesss... ...suck my nipples like that!"

Johnny could barely get his fingers around her enormous funbags as he kissed and sucked first one nipple, then the next. "OOOoooOOOHHH!" she moaned, as he pinched and twisted whichever nipple he was not sucking between finger and thumb. "Oh, you're such a good boy!" she exclaimed. She clasped her arms about his head and for a moment Johnny couldn't even breathe.

When Mrs. Hanson finally let him up for air there came a further awkwardness. She indicated for him to stand, then held his head in her hands and kissed him long and slow. It was one thing for Mrs. Hanson to let him hold and suck on her tits, there was still a kind of disconnect in that, and as for that episode that had happened the other day in her office; well, Johnny was still in a state of denial about THAT. But to be standing face to face with Mrs. Hanson, holding her naked body and kissing her directly on the lips! It was almost more forbidden than everything else combined!

Despite his embarrassment at the way the morning was playing out, Johnny closed his eyes, let his hands go to her hips, and accepted the older woman's kiss. She pressed her naked body against him; it was no longer any use in trying to hide the fact that he was fully hard as Mrs. Hanson grinded her hot box up against his ramrod. 

And this was no regular kiss, either! When Johnny opened his mouth to let her tongue play with his, she nearly sucked it out by the root! Mrs. Hanson was really giving it to him; a full-on, open-mouthed French tongue kiss! "Mmmm..." With a slight moan Mrs. Hanson placed a hand on top of his and indicated for him to hold her bare ass. This was getting more intense by the second. 

Mrs. Hanson finally broke the kiss and to Johnny's relief moved back a bit from him, one hand on his chest, the other to her hair. "Oh my goodness," she stated breathily, "what is it that you do to me, Johnny?" She adopted a sort of coy stance, bending a knee and letting the toe of one foot trace little circles on the floor. This despite the fact that she was totally nude, every inch of her body quite on display for Johnny's roving eyes. 

Johnny sort of hemmed and hawed, hoping this would be it for now. He was still eager to make it up to Susie for letting her down the night of the Prom. If Mrs. Hanson gave him a workout now like she did the day of the prom, he wouldn't even be able to jack off for a week. 

Mrs. Hanson had other ideas, apparently. Leaning back on the table, Mrs. Hanson took his hand and placed it right on her pussy! He felt her soft curls, and as she opened her thighs and moved his hand down he felt her moist, hot flesh down below, softer still. Mrs. Hanson closed her eyes as she moved his hand up and down her slit; she was very wet. 

"A woman has certain needs, Johnny," she whispered. "Play with it? Please?"

She was so wet his middle finger went in quite easily. Mrs. Hanson smiled and laughed as she wiggled about on the end of his finger. Johnny was puzzled, however, when she placed her hand over his and indicated for him to withdraw. 

"I want to show you something, Johnny." 

Johnny looked at her, confused. 

"I'm going to tell you about something that will let you pleasure any woman, bring a woman to orgasm any time, every time." Still holding his hand, she manipulated his fingertip over her wet slit. "This is my clitoris. Play with it."

So THIS is a clit, Johnny thought. He'd encountered the word in his treasured collection of smut magazines, but up until this moment had no idea what it really meant. Mrs. Hanson began to sigh and moan as Johnny diddled his finger over her little nubbin of flesh, and juices began squirting out of her wet clam. She grasped the back of his head and forced his face back onto her generous globes. 

This uncomfortable arrangement couldn't last, however. Johnny was bent over at the waist as he manipulated Mrs. Hanson's clit while at the same time she smothered his face in her boobs. Mrs. Hanson resolved the issue by placing her hand on top of his head and began to gently push down, indicating his face should go further south. "Please, kiss my pussy?" she hissed through gritted teeth. 

Johnny was past his embarrassment stage; Mrs. Hanson had a sweet pussy, and as he became face-to-face with her honey pot he really liked the way she shaved; completely bald from the clit on down. Tentatively kissing her slit, he nestled his nose in her blonde curls and sniffed deep of her womanly aroma before sticking his tongue up her wet hole. "Oh YESSS!!!" Mrs. Hanson sighed. When he sucked her swollen clit into his mouth she let out a terrific moan: "OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH!!!"

Mrs. Hanson's legs went wide in the air and her hands grasped at the back of Johnny's head as she forced his face onto her sopping wet pussy; Johnny could barely breath. Now that he had the mysteries of the female apparatus partially unraveled, Johnny moved his hand up to fingerfuck her wet hole as he licked and sucked on her clit, getting first one, then two fingers in there to work it. Mrs. Hanson was rotating around the edge of the tabletop on her ass as she forced him to face-fuck her. There was a deluge of sweet love-liquids all over Johnny's face as her tight hole clamped down on his fingers again and again and again. 

She finally sighed weakly, "Enough... ...enough... ...I'm satisfied..." 

There was a new embarrassment for Johnny. As Mrs. Hanson lifted his face from her crotch, his face was dripping wet with her juices; how should he clean himself? Mrs. Hanson didn't allow him an answer to his dilemma as she brought his face to hers and planted a wet tongue kiss deep on his mouth. "MMMMMMMMmmmmmmm!" she moaned, breaking the kiss at last, "I can taste myself on you." 

Now her eyes went to the bulge in Johnny's trousers; there was no use anymore in trying to hide the fact that he was harder than woodpecker lips. She reached down and gave his package a squeeze, then looked back up. There was a naughty gleam in her eye.

"I tell you what, Johnny," Mrs. Hanson smiled. "You've been such a good boy. I'm going to let you give me a pearl necklace."

"Wha-a-a?" Johnny asked, not sure of her meaning.

"You just lean back on the kitchen counter and relax," Mrs. Hanson said as she went to her knees before him. "Leave the rest to me."

Mrs. Hanson unbuckled his belt. There was a ZIPPP! noise and his zipper was down; she gave a tug and suddenly his jeans and underwear were around his ankles and his rigid dick was bobbing in the air right in front of Mrs. Hanson's nose. "Mmmm, that's what I've been waiting for," Mrs. Hanson said with a smile. Taking his cock in hand, she rubbed the underside of his hot cockmeat all over her face. "Aaaaaaah!" she sighed with satisfaction as she planted kisses all up and down his length. She pursed her lips to lightly kiss the tip of his hard, hot dick; then she parted her lips and took his entire pole into her warm, wet mouth.

"Ooohhh!!!" Johnny moaned quietly as she sucked up and down his rod. Mrs. Hanson moaned as if in reply; Johnny's heart skipped a beat as a definite electric charge went right through his solid cock, right back through his entire being, and his hard dick seemed to swell yet even more in the wetness of her mouth.

Johnny looked down at Mrs. Hanson's head going up and down over his midsection, her mouth full of cock. He could make out her curves, the lovely shape of her ass.  She's doing it again, he thought, she's sucking my dick! Susie's Mom is on her knees in front of me, entirely naked, with my cock in her mouth! Still, he had to admit, it was very pleasant to stroke her blond hair as she gently slurped up and down on his rod.  

He couldn't quite make out her face as she sucked him into her mouth. She made his length wet with her saliva and began to slowly stroke with her hand as she sucked; now it was his turn to moan. He began running his fingers through her long, soft hair; Mrs. Hanson didn't seem to mind him holding her head in his two hands as she continued to deliver a long, slow, relaxing blowjob.

Johnny was in total heaven. After what must have been a good ten minutes of her mouth on his dick he tried pulling her up. He was thinking of the jaw discomfort she must be feeling by now. Figuring it was time to move on to the next obvious stage, that they should do it, Johnny said quietly, "Come on up here."

Mrs. Hanson hummed, "Nnnh-nnnh," and continued sucking his dick. The sensation of her voice was mindnumbing on his dick. Johnny arched his back and moaned with pleasure. Sensing this, Mrs. Hanson began to hum lightly as she sucked. 

"Mrs. Hanson," he said.

"Joy," Mrs. Hanson managed to mumble, out the side of her mouth, as she continued to suck his tool.

"Let me make love to you." He thought it was the polite thing to say.

Mrs. Hanson released him from her mouth, looked him in the eyes while holding his dick up in front of her face and stroking him up and down. "No, lover," she said quietly, as her lips nibbled and kissed that sensitive spot down by the base, "I'm not finished yet." With that said, she once more engulfed his dick in her mouth.

 

Johnny was very hard now, was very close to coming. Sensing this, Mrs. Hanson increased the tempo as she stroked him into her mouth. She pursed her lips on the very end of his dick and whispered urgently, "Come on, lover... ...come for me now..." When she stuck the end of her tongue on the very tip of his dick, he came.

Mrs. Hanson directed his cock so that warm jets of sperm spurted all about her neck and chest. Thick strands of white sticky stuff landed all over her lovely, round boobs. 

Mrs. Hanson stroked him until he finished coming all over her tits, milking him off at a slower pace until the last dollop of his creamy man goo landed on her chin. Then she totally surprised him by taking his sperm-covered dick into her mouth to suck him clean. 

Mrs. Hanson finally lifted her head from his cock, wiped the strand of cum off her face with the back of her hand and licked it clean. She indicated the lines of goo he'd shot all about her chest and the base of her neck. "This is what they call a 'Pearl Necklace'," she smiled.

Then, holding her cum-covered tits in both hands, Mrs. Hanson sandwiched Johnny's still semi-hard cock between pillows of hot titmeat. There was a final, tiny spasm deep in his loins. When Mrs. Hanson exclaimed, "Oh look! There's more!" Johnny looked down in time to watch the tip of her tongue lap up the droplet of cum that had formed at the end of his dickhole.

They were still attached, by virtue of his cock still encased between her formidable pair. Suddenly, the phone on the wall by the kitchen counter rang.

Mrs. Hanson indicated that Johnny should answer it. "Heh... hello?" he stammered.

"Hello, Johnny?" It was Susie.

"Uh, yeah..." he managed to answer, ever the smooth operator.

"I just rang to say the Girl's Sleep Together is over and I'm coming home, and I was going to stop by the Kreamed-On-Kreme and pick up some doughnuts we can all enjoy for breakfast. What kind should I get?"

Johnny held the receiver away from her face and looked down to were Mrs. Hanson was gently polishing his knob with her lips and tongue, still holding her tits up about his rod. "Uh, Mrs. Hanson? Susie wants to know what kind of doughnuts she should pick up on the way home?"

Mrs. Hanson just looked deep into his eyes with a sweet sort of Little Miss Innocent look on her face, her red lips still wrapped around the head of his dick. A wad of cum slowly dripped down her pretty chin. Holding her massive mounds in her hands, Mrs. Hanson looked down at the tops of her globes, literally coated with his thick, pearly liquid, then looked back up at him and shrugged her shoulders as if to say, 'I dunno?'

Johnny held the receiver back to his face.

"Glazed doughnuts," he said. "Your mama wants glazed."



Mrs. Hanson Ch. 03



Walking past the open doorway to her daughter Susie's bedroom, Mrs. Hanson had to stop and do a double take at what she saw. Her just-turned-eighteen daughter Susie was standing in front of her full-length mirror clad in one of her skimpy demi-bra's, a simple pair of white cotton panties, and her white knee socks; Susie must have just come home from cheerleader practice. She was cupping her pert breasts in her hands, and she seemed to be almost crying as she inspected her ripe, young body.

Mrs. Hanson paused for a moment, allowing her eye to move over her daughter's near-perfect form, from her blond hair done up in pony tails to the gentle line of her back and the way the high, firm roundness of her tight, young ass filled her white cotton panties. "Why, Susie dear, whatever is the matter?" she asked, coming in to her daughter's room.

"Oh, Mother" Susie sobbed, "tell me; am I beautiful?"

"Why of course you are, darling," Mrs. Hanson said, standing behind her daughter and placing her hands gently on her shoulders. She considered Susie's image in the mirror, her eye automatically drawn to Susie's firm young breasts - when did they become so large? Mrs. Hanson could clearly make out Susie's nipples through the sheer fabric of her bra; tiny pink pleasure buds. 

"You're very beautiful, Susie," Mrs. Hanson said quietly, moving her hands around to cup her daughter's pert pair. "What size are you these days, Susie?"

"I'm a 36D, Mama."

"You don't say?" she remarked, giving her daughter's firm tits a gentle squeeze. Why, it seemed only yesterday her daughter was struggling into a training bra. Looking down, Mrs. Hanson could make out the cleft her daughter's sex; Susie's white cotton panties formed a perfect camel toe. "Say, Susie," she asked, "have you been shaving your, uh, natural bodily hair?"

"Oh, yes, Mom. We sat around and shaved and waxed each other's beavers at the Girls Sleeptogether last weekend. I went for the Rio look, see?" Susie pulled her panties all the way down her thighs revealing a neatly trimmed blonde landing strip above her slit; her tiny, young pussy was completely bald from the clit on down.

"Yes, I, uh, I know what the Rio style is," Mrs. Hanson said, somewhat taken aback to learn how far her daughter was progressing these days. "Tell me, daughter, whatever makes you think that you aren't beautiful?" 

"Oh, Mama! I don't know what it is! It's just that Johnny..." Johnny Buzzcock was Susie's steady boyfriend; they had gone to the Senior Prom together.

"Y-e-s-s-s-?-?-?" Mrs. Hanson asked, wary of where this may be leading; she had developed a certain relationship of her own with young Johnny Buzzcock over the past couple of weeks.

"...it's just that Johnny doesn't seem interested in me, if you know what I mean," Susie said.

"Why, whatever do you mean?" Mrs. Hanson asked her daughter, consolingly. "He comes over here all the time, and you two seem to spend a good deal of time going out."

"Yes, but, Mom, he doesn't seem... ...it's like he doesn't want to... ...oh Mama! How can I say this? All the other girls have had their cherries popped already and Johnny doesn't even seem interested in getting into my pants! Oh, boo-hoo-hoo!" she sobbed. As Susie cried into her mother's shoulder her panties remained halfway down her shapely thighs. 

Mrs. Hanson considered her upset daughter. All this time she had been concerned with protecting little Susie; now it seemed she might have overdone things somewhat. While her daughter was yet to become a woman, it was obvious that she was no longer a little girl. It would take all of Mrs. Hanson's motherly instincts, every trick in her book, to console her distraught daughter and somehow undo the situation she'd set up.

"I can't believe that when Johnny sees what you've got, Susie, he's able to resist." Susie opened her eyes to see her Mother's eyes regarding her naked pussy in the full-length mirror. 

"That's part of the problem, Mama," the upset girl sniffed, "These days it's like I can't even seem to get him interested in taking off my panties."

"I tell you what, Susie. Leave it to Mama. I know just the thing to get Johnny's motor running..."

"You... ...you do?" Susie sniffed.

"Certainly. But first, I think we need to do what we women always do when we have to sort things out." The way Mrs. Hanson said "we women", made Susie feel VERY grown up, and this brightened little Susie considerably. 

"Do you mean...?"

"That's right! We need to go shopping!"

"Oh, Mother! You're the coolest!" Susie turned and placed her arms about her mother's neck and kissed her. Mrs. Hanson put her hands on young Susie's bare waist and pulled her in to her as they exchanged a kiss full on the lips; long, slow and loving. Women in the Hanson family were not ashamed to kiss one another on the lips.





Mrs. Hanson Ch. 03



Mrs. Hanson lifted a leg to climb up on the table and straddled her daughter's prone form, her thighs on either side of her daughter's round ass. Leaning forward, Mrs. Hanson grasped her daughter's wrists and held them far forward, stretching her daughter out as she used her breasts and her pussymound to rub up and down Susie's entire form.

Mrs. Hanson was a dedicated professional when it came to this advanced massage therapy procedure. The benefits of the full body massage method were well documented; any physical pleasure that Mrs. Hanson derived from rubbing her breasts and mound over the contours of her daughter's firm, young body was purely superfluous. Finally Mrs. Hanson dismounted and indicated for Susie to turn over.

Without bothering to replace her towel, Mrs. Hanson carefully massaged her daughter's arms and legs, then her chest, down to gently massage her full, firm breasts. Every inch of Susie's stress and anxiety melted away beneath her mother's talented fingers. Then Mrs. Hanson's adept hands moved further south to gently stroke her daughter's virgin pussy.

"Mother," Susie started to say in protest.

"Shhh!" her mother urged. "This is the important part!" That being said, Susie relaxed and allowed herself to enjoy the sensations of her mother's fingertips moving up and down her seam. 

"Ooooh! That feels good, Mother!" Susie cooed as her mother's fingers delved deeper.

"Have you ever had an orgasm, Susie?" Mrs. Hanson asked with a sly smile as she lightly stroked the golden fuzz that graced her daughter's Mon du Venus. 

"What's an orgasm?"

"That's when you experience full physical pleasure, sexually, either by yourself through masturbation, or with a partner."

"Uh, um, I'm not sure," her daughter replied.

"Then just relax and enjoy your happy ending," Mother smiled. Mrs. Hanson detected moisture down below, and she began spreading her daughter's wetness. Pausing to lick her fingers, Mrs. Hanson made her daughter's clit wet and slippery. She looked down lovingly at her daughter's beautiful form as she began diddling the young girl's love button in earnest. Susie's eyes were closed, her nipples hardening to two tight little pleasure buds as she writhed beneath her mother's magic fingers. 

"Oh! Oh! OHHHHHHHHH!!!!" Susie cried, as her Mother's talented fingertips brought her to her first orgasm. Susie's hands grabbed at her Mother's arm, moved to keep her Mother's hand on her wet, gushing pussy. "Oh, Mother! Oh! Oh! It feels so good!" The lithe, young blonde squirmed on the table like a landed trout. 

Mrs. Hanson placed two fingers of her free hand at the entrance to Susie's virgin hole and gently delved in. Sensing her daughter's time was near, Mrs. Hanson expertly increase the tempo of her diddling on Susie's clitoris. Suddenly, Susie thought her brain had exploded. "Yes!" she cried, "Yes! Yes! YESSSSSSSSS!!!!!" A little fountain of clear liquid squirted forth as the young girl came. 

"There, viola! You're done!" Mrs. Hanson announced as she finished, impulsively planting a quick kiss on her daughter's bald quim. 

"Ooooh! Aaaaah!" Susie sighed, eyes closed, cupping her sex with one hand as she held her tits close with her other arm and rocked herself from side to side in the afterglow of her first orgasm.

"Oh, Mama, that felt WONDERFUL!" Susie declared when she could finally sit up, wrapping her arms about her mother and burying her face in Mrs. Hanson's naked breasts.

"That's nothing, darling," Mrs. Hanson said, stroking her daughter's long blond hair and holding her close, "If you liked that, just wait 'til you get the real thing!" 

"Oh Mother, I can't wait! Oh, I do hope Johnny's interested tonight!" 

"Don't worry," Mrs. Hanson reassured her daughter as she stood back to allow Susie to get up off the massage table. "He will be, I can assure you." Holding each other tight and pressing their naked bodies together, mother and daughter kissed.

After all, women in the Hanson family were not ashamed to kiss one another on the lips; long, slow and lovingly.





Mrs. Hanson Ch. 03



Susie reached down to pull him up to her. "Do it," she whispered, "Go ahead and put it in. I'm ready for you now."

As Johnny moved forward to mount the willing young girl, Mrs. Hansom moved up to be by her side. "Go ahead, Johnny," she said, holding the base of his cock and guiding him into position over Susie's pussy. "Go ahead. I want you to fuck my daughter!" 

Holding himself up on his hands and knees, Johnny placed a kiss on Mrs. Hanson's lips, and then kissed Susie as he placed the head of his cock over her wet pussy. He had to reach down to hold her labia open as he pushed his cockhead in. Susie took a deep breath and so he paused.

"Give me a second, lover," Susie whispered. Then she relaxed a little. "Okay, go ahead."

Johnny moved his hips a little. "Okay, STOP," Susie said. "Okay, go ahead. No, STOP!" Johnny paused, then withdrew a little to give Susie some relief. 

"Okay, go ahead," she whispered. "No STOP!!!" she said louder this time. Then she started to cry. "It's no use, Mother!" she cried. "I can't do it!"

Johnny looked down at the beautiful girl who lay naked beneath him, crying. There was a resistance every time he attempted to gently thrust into her. Her hot, wet pussy felt terrific on the end of his cock, yet he could not shove it further in out of fear of hurting her.

Suddenly there was a strange buzzing sound. Johnny felt a pressure, then something big and hard going straight up his asshole! He instinctively moved forward FAST to get away from the unwelcome intrusion. Mrs. Hanson was shoving her vibrator right up his ass! Deep inside of Susie, on the very head of his cock, he sensed a tearing. It seemed to Johnny as if there was almost an audible >POP!< 

"OHHHH!!!!!!!" Susie cried out as Johnny's hard cock finally parted her stubborn maidenhead. "OH! OH! OH!"

Now Johnny was in, balls to the walls, and Susie's pussy felt hot and wet. Susie went from pain to pleasure, holding him tight and wrapping her stocking clad legs about his thighs in an attempt to pull him deeper into her. "Oh yes!" she cried. "Oh yes! Love me! Love me! Oh YESSSSSS!!!!!!"

"Mama's magic wand did the trick!" Mrs. Hanson cried, joyously, waving her dildo triumphantly in the air. 

Mrs. Hanson placed her hand on Johnny's asscheeks, encouraging him, pushing him, slapping him on the ass as he went up and down, in and out of her daughter. 

"Uh! Uh! UH!" Johnny grunted, his ass going up and down just as fast as only a young man's ass can move. Susie's arms moved down his back to clutch at his ass.

"Oh! Oh, yes! Fuck me!" she whimpered, "FUCK MEEEEEEEE!!!!!!" 

Johnny felt his cock swelling up inside of her. "AH! AH!!! AAAAaaaaAAAAAaaaaHHHHH!!!!!!" he cried out as he unloaded what seemed like gallons of cum into the condom. As he pumped the young girl cried,

"Yes! Yes! YESSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" 





Mrs. Hanson Ch. 04



It was Monday night. Joy Hanson and her just-turned eighteen-year-old daughter Susie were sitting around in their underwear watching their favorite show, Desperately Horny Housewives. The mother-daughter tag team had enjoyed another long weekend of sharing their favorite boy-toy, Susie's boyfriend Johnny Buzzcock, and now the girls needed some "quiet time" to recharge their batteries, as it were.

Little Susie wore a simple white silk camisole. Her full, firm young tits strained against the thin material and her pointy nipples poked straight out. Her mother was in a simple matching black bra and panty combination; the lace-edged scalloped demi-bra Mrs. Hanson wore allowed her 44DDs to jut out like a shelf. The lace-topped, thigh-high stockings she wore displayed the mature woman's well-formed legs quite nicely as she reclined on the sofa. 

"Mama, I don't understand why that woman is groveling like that in front of the other woman," Susie said, referring to the scene playing out on the screen in the darkened living room.

"She's desperately horny," Mrs. Hanson explained. 

"But that's another woman!" Susie observed.

"Yeah," her mother idly acknowledged. As the scene unfolded, the two women on the screen began to caress each other. Clothes began to peel off and go to the floor, until the actresses were clad in nothing but their scant lacy underthings.

"Hey, this is a pretty good show!" Susie said cheerfully.

"I like to follow the plot," her mother said. 

"What plot?" Susie asked, "This is nothing but softcore porn, Mama!"

"No it's not, it's art," her mother replied, "Watch this next part!" On screen, one of the women was fastening a massive, sixteen-inch, strap-on dildo about her waist.

"Whoa," little Susie Hanson remarked as the other actress went to her knees and began slobbering all over the dildo, before taking the head of it into her mouth; it was a loving fellatio scene.

"This is something I don't understand, Mama," little Susie said. "The thing is a dildo; why bother sucking on it?"

"I think she's lubing it up," Mrs. Hanson said. 

"Lubing it up?" Susie asked.

"For this next part." As the girls watched, the actress who was on her knees before her strap-on wearing counterpart got up, turned around, bent over slightly and spread her buttcheeks. Little Susie Hanson's jaw dropped as she watched the woman wearing the strap-on dildo began to gently force it up the other woman's anus. Soon the two actresses on screen were involved in a loving girl-humps-girl-from-behind-with-a-strap-on scenario of sweet Sapphic love. The woman who was 'taking it' threw her head back in ecstasy as her lesbian lover reached around to cup her full, firm tits. 

"Whoa," was all Little Susie could say. She wasn't sure if it was art or what, but whatever it was, it sure as hell wasn't softcore.

Later, as mother and daughter were kissing each other good night before retiring for bed, Little Susie asked, "Mama, should I let Johnny, you know, 'give it to me' that way?" The two women had their arms about each other's necks, their full, firm breasts pressing delightfully against each other. 

"What way, darling?" Mrs. Hanson asked sweetly as she lovingly moved a strand of hair from her daughter's face.

"You know, like the girl in that show. Should I let Johnny 'give it to me' up the tailpipe?"

Mrs. Hanson hesitated, carefully collecting her thoughts before she answered her daughter's query. "Why ever do you ask, darling?"

"Well, it just seemed to be something I'd like to explore, a way of getting closer to Johnny than ever before."

"Well, quite honestly, I think if something gives your man pleasure you should certainly consider it..." 

"Oh, I want to try it all, Mama, everything! Facials, golden showers, 'D-P', everything!"

The younger Hanson woman was at an awakening stage in her life and was displaying a healthy curiosity in all things sexual. Still, Mrs. Hanson thought, her daughter might be moving too far, too fast. "Well..."

"Well what, Mama?" the younger girl asked.

"Well, let's just say you might want to do a little preparation before going the 'backdoor' route." Mrs. Hanson looked deep into her daughter's eyes. "I tell you what, Susie," she said, "Perhaps we should go shopping tomorrow, and we'll talk it over then."

"Oh, Mom!" Little Susie said brightly, "You're the coolest!" She enjoyed the way her relationship with her mother was developing in new and exciting ways. 

The two Hanson women kissed goodnight the way they usually did; full on the lips, long, slow and lovingly. 





Mrs. Hanson Ch. 04



"Yes, ma'am," Johnny said, bolting for the door. Clutching his schoolbooks tight against his midsection, Johnny moved furtively, looking to and fro, hoping against hope that no one would see him stalking down the hallway with a giant boner sticking right out in the front of his trousers. 





Mrs. Hanson Ch. 04



Having said that, Susie got up from the sofa. "Sit down here," she said, indicating the place where she had just sat on the sofa. Standing with her back to Johnny, Little Susie bent over and grasped her ankles, revealing the secret of the crotchless Belgian lace panties. 

Her mother had allowed Susie to remove the embarrassing buttplug before the evening's escapades, thankfully enough. Looking over her shoulder back at Johnny, Little Susie smiled as she holding her asscheeks apart with her outstretched fingers. She toyed with her puckered, pink asshole (not quite the tight hole it had been at the very beginning of the week!) with the very tip of her little pinkie finger. 

Johnny Buzzcock grabbed Little Susie by the waist, jammed his face into her asscrack and stuck his tongue right up her pretty, pink little asshole. He temporarily lost situational awareness of everything in the room around him as he ran his tongue in and out of Little Susie's sweet little anal sphincter and all along the smooth, hairless lips of her fat little clam, down below. 

Leaning with one hand on the coffee table, fondling her tits with the other, Little Susie closed her eyes as she enjoyed the ecstasy of being rimmed for the very first time. "At last..." she sighed, "...at last..." 

Time lost all meaning as Johnny delivered Susie the tongue lashing of her life, bathing her pussy and butthole in saliva. When she was thoroughly sopping wet from asshole to clit, young Susie Hanson turned to face her tormentor. Johnny Buzzcock sat on the sofa, naked of course, his boner pointing straight up at the ceiling; nine inches of rock-hard dick meat. "Oh, Johnny," Susie sighed, reaching down and grasping his huge cock. She lifted a knee to straddle her lover, "I think this is the thing I love about you most of all," she said as she guided his rod between the lacy frills of her crotchless panties.

"OOOOooooooOOOOOhhhhHHHH!" Johnny groaned as Little Susie impaled her tight little teenage twat on his red-hot poker.

Johnny grabbed Susie's hips and began alternately lifting her up and pushing down as the bald lips of her slick pussy moved up and down on his rod. The walls of her love tunnel clamped about his turgid length as he plunged deep into her. In no time at all the younger Hanson woman was in the throes of ecstasy, clutching her tits and pinching her nipples as she rode up and down on his pole like she was possessed. 

"OH! OH! OH!" Susie cried, "Oh, Johnny! Oh, Johnny! OH! OH! OH! I'm CUMMMMIIINNNNGGGG!!!!!!" She finally collapsed, burying her face in his chest, crying tears of relief and pure joy. 

Still connected, Susie felt Johnny's cock noticeably twitch within the walls of her hot, wet vagina; not wishing him to cum inside her pussy, the young woman quickly dismounted, then moved off to one side and bent forward over one of the arms of the sofa, pushing her sweet derriere high in the air; the crack of her ass was framed by the dainty white Belgian lace of her crotchless panties. 

"Please..." Susie begged, "please?"

Johnny moved in place behind his young lover and, grasping her by the hips and placing the head of his throbbing cock on her pretty pink rosebud, he asked, "Are you sure this is what you want, Susie?"

"Please," the young girl whispered, "please... put it in back there!" 

"UUUHHHhhh!" Johnny grunted, forcing the bulbous red head of his cock into the tiny, tight lips of her butthole. Expecting Little Susie to recoil in pain, Johnny was amazed as his shaft slipped into her hot little ass with relative ease.

Her mother's buttplug regimen had prepared Susie well; Johnny's invasion of her asshole was no way anywhere near as painful as Susie had anticipated. Even though Johnny's cock felt like a hot iron rod penetrating her rear, Susie was amazed at just how snug and cozy it felt to have him back there. "Oh yeah, lover," she moaned, "That's it - I can take it." She wiggled her round ass, causing Johnny's eyes to roll up in their sockets as he plowed her from behind. 

Susie was thrilled at how just how close taking it up the ass made her feel to Johnny; so close, so deep, so connected. She reached underneath and began diddling her clit as her lover continued to fuck her up the backdoor. 

Johnny found that while Susie's anus was quite hot and tight, she seemed to loosen up a bit, just enough to make it comfortable as he reamed her 'back there'. He looked down and marveled at the sight of his cock right up Little Susie's perfectly heart-shaped ass. He was so deep into her; when Little Susie wiggled her ass it felt terrific on his shaft. Holding on to her hips, he was able to really start ramming it home. That was when he noticed Mrs. Hanson moving about the room. Through his sexual delirium Johnny wondered, What IS that thing she's fooling around with?

"Oh, Mama!" Little Susie cried, "He's fucking me up the ass! He's fucking me up the ass!"

"That's nice, darling," Mrs. Hanson replied, tightening down the buckle on her sixteen-inch strap-on dildo as she moved into place on the sofa behind Johnny. "And that's why I'm going to fuck him in the ass!" 

Having said this, Mrs. Hanson grabbed Johnny Buzzcock by the waist and with a mighty grunt, "UHHH!" rammed her phallus home. 

Johnny's eyes went wide and he could not help but move forward and deeper into Little Susie's tailpipe as he desperately sought to escape the pressure and the pain of Mrs. Hanson's dildo ramming straight up into his asshole. At the same time his cock started unloading buckets of cum deep into Little Susie's ass. "Oh! Oh! OHHH!!!" she cried as she felt him fill her ass with hot cream.

"Why? Oh, why?" he begged as Mrs. Hanson sodomized him. Dollops of sploog began splattering all about Little Susie's round buttcheeks, to either side of where his hard cock thrust in and out of her asshole. 

"Why?" the older Hanson woman panted between thrusts up his rear, "Why, you should thank me, Johnny!"

"W-H-Y-?-?-?" Johnny wailed, continuing to cum. In fact, he couldn't stop cumming; it didn't seem to make sense, but Mrs. Hanson's dildo seemed to be forcing all the jizz in his balls right out the end of his cock and deep into Susie's ass. 

For Johnny the entire universe had suddenly contracted to a crazy world of pleasure and pain; in front of him Little Susie's sphincter was clamping tight around the shaft of his cock while she continued to wiggle and moan, while at the same time he was being skewered from behind by Mrs. Hanson's hard strap-on penetrating deep up into his ass.

"What do you mean why? What are you complaining about Johnny? You're the meat in the sandwich here! You've got the best seat in the house! You can enjoy it coming AND going!"

To be continued?



Mrs. Hanson



Mrs. Hanson seated herself in the chair and indicated for him to stand before her. The wet towel was cast aside and once again Mrs. Hanson applied her lips and tongue to his cock. She made him wet, then, stroking his dick with her hand as she released him from her mouth, she nibbled and licked his ballsack. In the space of two seconds Johnny's dick was harder than cobalt steel. 

Now Mrs. Hanson stood up and unzipped her skirt to reveal the skimpiest pair of black, string panties imaginable about her hips, and the lacey tops of the stockings that encased her shapely thighs. Johnny's eyes went to the tiny triangle of black, see-thru cloth that barely served to cover her pussy. The flimsy material was so transparent that he could easily discern that Mrs. Hanson was a true blonde. He could also make out how Mrs. Hanson kept her bush trimmed down to a narrow strip. It was obvious that she shaved, too; her slit was clearly visible beneath her neatly trimmed patch of fur. Just like the girls in his treasured collection of smut magazines. 

Mrs. Hanson turned about and Johnny was amazed to see how the thin string sides of her panties joined in the back into an even tinier triangle than the one that covered her front. This tiny translucent triangle, decorated with the tiniest black silken ribbon tied in a bow, narrowed into a thin string that descended and disappeared between the bare cheeks of her ass.

Johnny marveled at Mrs. Hanson's ass; judging from her round, firm, pear-shaped derriere it was obvious that she worked out. It was also obvious that her tanning sessions were au naturel; her toned flesh was an even tan color. 

Mrs. Hanson regarded him over her shoulder, a mischievous smile on her face. "Do you like my ass?" she asked, reaching back to lightly tickle his cock and balls. Taking this as his cue, Johnny reaching out to fondle her ripe asscheeks. They were soft and round, and yet supple. 

He was so engrossed in feeling her ass that when Mrs. Hanson turned about, Johnny suddenly found he was cupping her Mons du Venus in the palm of his hand. Mrs. Hanson leaned forward, lips parted; her hand went to his stiffening crank and her round tits pressed against his chest as they kissed.

It was a kiss like no other Johnny had known. Arms about this near-naked, fully-grown woman, himself naked and being stroked by her expert fingers, Johnny closed his eyes as their tongues explore one another's wet mouths. He clutched her tight to him and thrilled to the feeling of her large breasts pressed against his chest while he palmed her pussy with his other hand. Mrs. Hanson moaned, "MMMmmmmMMMmmmmhhhh!" - that same moan that had sent vibrations deep up the shaft of his cock when she'd sucked him off earlier; there was still the musty taste of his cum in her mouth. 

Johnny moved his hand all about the flimsy cloth of her insignificant panties, which by now were absolutely saturated. He reached up and slid his hand beneath them, placing his hand at last on her neatly trimmed fur, reaching down to feel the soft flesh of her pussy. "Oh Gawd," she breathed, "pull them off!"

Mrs. Hanson stood back from the desk to allow him to pull her tiny panties down her thighs and over the tops of her stockings. She carefully stepped out of them, leaving her heels on. She then reached for his hand and indicated for him to move away from the edge of the desk. Mrs. Hanson carefully spread the remaining dry towels she had brought from the locker room out over the top of the desk, then scooted her butt up on them. She lay back, moved back some more and then picked up her legs, placing her heels on the firmly on the edge of her desk. Her long strand of pearls lay off to one side; the three wraps about her throat gave Mrs. Hanson an absolutely wanton look. "Go ahead, Johnny, stick it in," she said simply.

Johnny was shaking like a leaf on a tree; he was scared, excited and happy all at the same time! He had never fucked before! And his dick had once again become a raging boner. He moved forward and rubbed the head of his cock on Mrs. Hanson's dripping wet pussy. Mrs. Hanson wet a couple of her fingers, then reached down to split her labia open for him. He got the head in, then moved back and forth until her wetness allowed him to sink it in all the way; balls to the walls.

The feeling was incredible! As much as he had enjoyed Mrs. Hanson's mouth on his cock, and then fucking her tits, both were nothing compared to Mrs. Hanson's tight, wet pussy! As the muscles of her hot, wet hole gripped his shaft, Mrs. Hanson moaned and rolled about the top of her desk like a landed trout; Johnny felt like he would come right then and there! When he grasped her hips to help him thrust into her, Mrs. Hanson wrapped her stocking-clad legs about his waist. 

I'm fucking Susie's mom! Johnny marveled, as he rammed his dick in and out of her wet pussy. Mrs. Hanson was holding her tits up and pinching her nipples, moaning over and over, "Ohhhh!!! Fuck me, Johnny! Oh, Johnny! Fuck me!!! FUCK ME!!!!!!!!!" It seemed like more wetness came from between her legs. Mrs. Hanson moaned, "OHHHH!!!! I'm cumming!!! I'm cumming! OHHHHHHH!!!!!!" and a hot liquid splashed out over Johnny's thighs.

It didn't take long for Johnny after that.. For the third time that afternoon Johnny felt the cum boiling up in his balls. Holding tight to her round hips, his thrusts became uncontrollable and overwhelming. Sensing his moment was near, Mrs. Hanson quickly and quietly said, "Don't come in me, Johnny. Don't come inside me!" Johnny pulled out just in the nick of time. Holding his cock in his hand, he sprayed hot cum all over Mrs. Hanson. 

Mrs. Hanson continued to roll back and forth the top of her desk, still moaning "Ohhh!!! Ohhh!!!" as Johnny squirted rope after rope of sticky white cum all over her belly. With one hand behind her head, Mrs. Hanson smiled up at Johnny as she reached down to help milk the last of his load out of his dick. Then she looked down at the puddle of cum on her belly. She placed her hand in it; there was cum all over her hand as she lifted it to her lips to lick up his thick, white goo.

"Mrs. Hanson . . ." Johnny started to say.

"Joy. Please," she corrected him.

"Joy. You're eating my cum."

"I know. And I meant it when I said you should be eating more oranges," she said as she licked her hand clean of his cream. "Now be a dear and hand me that towel; I can't eat it all."

Johnny handed her the wet towel so she could wipe herself off. She then sat up and returned the favor, wiping his dick and balls clean of their combined juices. Johnny felt the familiar stirring in his groin as she stroked his length and tickled his balls with the towel. "Mmmm!" she said joyfully, "more comes out!" Johnny looked down in disbelief as Mrs. Hanson stuck out her tongue to lick up the remaining cum starting to drip from the end of his dick. 

Johnny watched in amazement as she proceeded to tickle and lick his cock back to life. "C'mon," she murmured, nibbling at the end of his dick with her lips and tongue, "get hard for Mama. Mama wants some cock . . ." He never in a million years would have guessed that Susie's mom was such an out-of-control sexaholic.

Johnny was becoming hard again, unbelievably enough. "MMMmmmMMMhhh!!!" she moaned, sucking and stroking him into her mouth. Johnny's balls ached, but despite this his cock was soon rock hard once more. Mrs. Hanson sat up, still holding his cock in her hand and stroking it up and down; he was wet with her slobber. She offered her lips up for a kiss and again he tasted himself in her wet mouth. This excited him somehow; he felt himself grow even harder in her hand.  

They finally broke their kiss, smiling at each other as they shared the wicked naughtiness of their new secret. Mrs. Hanson wiped sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand as she regarded the hard cock she stroked with her other hand. Her ample chest went up and down as she sighed, "Whew! Is there anything we haven't done yet?"

It was a loaded question. Johnny's dick was hot and throbbing, and Susie's mom had just spent the past hour practically raping him; he grinned a Satyr-like grin as he suggested, "Well, there's one thing we haven't tried yet . . ."

Mrs. Hanson gave him that look over the tops of her reading glasses as she continued to stroke his shaft. ". . . and that would be?" she inquired sweetly.

"I'd like to fuck you in the ass," Johnny blurted out, almost regretting what he said just as the words came out of his mouth. 

Without a word, Mrs. Hanson leaned over and began sucking and slobbering on his knob. Johnny took a deep breath as she stroked him into her mouth; his heart seemed to skip a beat. Then, having made him good and wet, Mrs. Hanson sat up and leapt off the desktop. She turned, leaned forward over the desk and held the cheeks of her ass apart, offering him a prime view of her tightly puckered asshole. "Go ahead, lover," she said quietly, looking back at him over her shoulder, "Stick it in."

Johnny moved forward, lovingly holding the cheeks of her firm, round ass as the blunt head of his cock bumped up against her little brown rosebud. She was tight, but he could feel the heat of her ass on the very tip of his dick. The thought of sticking his dick in there made him harder still; his cock stuck straight out like a wooden pole, prodding Mrs. Hanson's in the ass. Try as he might, however, Johnny could not get into her asshole. Mrs. Hanson's pretty little asshole was just too tight.

Mrs. Hanson fumbled around the clutter on top of her desk and handed him a bottle of hand lotion. "Here, lover," she said huskily. "Use this."

Johnny squirted a dollop of the cool, white cream into the palm of his hand, then spread it on the length of his hard, hot cock. He squirted a healthy splotch onto her her tiny, tight asslips just for good measure, then once more applied the head of his dick to her tight little asshole. This time he slid in with ease. She was very tight back there; her sphincter felt like a visegrip on his cock. 

"Oooooohhh!!!" Mrs. Hanson squealed as she squirmed about, skewered on the end of his cock. "Yes, fuck me in the ass! Fuck my asshole!" The sensations were terrific; her ass was hot and very tight. Johnny gripped her asscheeks, holding on for dear life as he plowed her butthole. Mrs. Hanson reached beneath to diddle her clam as Johnny fucked her in the ass. "OH! OH! OH!" Mrs. Hanson moaned as she brought herself to orgasm with her fingers. Johnny was certain he could detect a spasm, as if her asshole was gripping and releasing his dick as she came. I'm fucking her in the ass, he thought, and then the very thought of breaking this final taboo overcame him. I'm fucking her in the ass! I'm fucking Susie's mom in the ass! Johnny's fingers were now sunk up to the knuckles in the soft flesh of her asscheeks. With a mighty grunt, he unloaded gallons of cum into her ass. 

"OOOoooh, YEAH!" Mrs. Hanson moaned, "Oooh! Cum in my ass! Pump your hot cum all inside my ass!" Johnny's eyes rolled up in his sockets as white-hot lava erupted from is dick into her depths. He held onto her asscheeks, pumping as if his life depended on it; it seemed as if he could never stop cumming. Finally he was spent. Johnny slumped over Mrs. Hanson's back; both of them stared sightlessly out into space. Neither one of them could speak.

Johnny's dick shriveled up and there was a slight >pop!< as he came out of Mrs. Hanson's butt. Johnny moved back, reached for the towel and began cleaning himself off. Mrs. Hanson turned around, leaning against the desktop for support, still gloriously naked in thigh-high stockings and heels. "You realize, of course, what this means, don't you Johnny?"

Johnny's mind was in total confusion as he tried to make sense out of what had just taken place. He'd just finished fucking Mrs. Hanson; first her mouth, then her titties, then her pussy, and then finally in the ass. What does it mean? he thought, what could it POSSIBLY mean? Johnny's poor dick was now totally deflated and his balls ached like never before. 

Finally he spoke, "Uh, what does it mean, Mrs. Hanson, I mean Joy?" he asked, ever the boy genius. 

"It means that now you can take my daughter to the prom."