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Mrs. Jones

By: Many Feathers



She had been my English teacher, she was my next-door neighbor. I had known her for years now though we had always maintained a neighborly relationship. Had she known the private fantasies I'd indulged my self in over the years, not only might she have been surprised, but shocked by the numerous times I had climaxed just imagining being with her.

I had had one of those school crushes with her, though I had of course never acted on it, not in reality anyway. I spent as much time around her as I could get away with, without exposing myself in the literal sense. And since she had been my English teacher at one time, it had made any sort of relationship outside of that virtually impossible. Not that someone thirty years older than I was, would have even considered anything more than that anyway, but it was after all my fantasy.

She was around my same height, about five foot seven or eight, slender with short brown hair and green eyes. She certainly didn't look like she was 56 years of age either, not with a body like that anyway. Though she certainly wasn't large breasted, she wasn't exactly small either. And her boobs were beautiful too. Yeah, I had seen them on more than one occasion, though I am positive she never knew that. Ms. Jones, for I would always refer to her as that, would on occasion during the hot summer months, lay out in a hammock in the privacy of her back yard. A yard that had an eight foot privacy fence surrounding it, though I had long ago managed to chisel out a small brick that could easily be taken out and replaced without anyone being the wiser. Again, I couldn't even begin to count the number of times I had watched her lying there sunning herself on the weekends, hidden as I was by the small irrigation ravine that ran behind both of our homes. As soon as I became aware that she was lying out, I would find some excuse to be gone for a while, sneaking out around back of both properties. Here I would carefully and quietly make my way up the ditch to where my secret vantage place was, removing the small portion of brick I had worked so carefully on loosening, and then sit back, cock in hand, and quietly masturbate while watching her.

Of course many of my fantasies included her doing the same, masturbating while I watched her, masturbating while she caressed and played with those magnificent tits, or masturbating while she twiddled her twat, or shoved fingers deep inside herself. Unfortunately, that never happened, though it really didn't matter. Just as long as I could sit there secretly looking at her nude form, I could imagine her doing just about anything I wanted her to.

As the years passed, I eventually bought the home from my parents who had since moved into a larger, nicer home. They had willingly sold me the old home glad to have it stay within the family. But the real reason of course, was my fondness for Ms. Jones.  As I had grown older, no longer that teenage kid she had once taught during my Senior year, I had now become her neighbor and friend, often doing odd-jobs for her on occasion, or even running an errand or two whenever she needed something. It had only been in the last two years that she'd actually been on her own too. Having gone through a divorce during that time, now living alone, which had afforded me an even greater opportunity to befriend her.

I certainly dated, though I hadn't been seeing anyone steadily for quite some time now. And it was usually during those periods when I was in between partners that my thoughts would return to Ms. Jones and those wonderful hot summer days when I would spy upon her in the back yard.

In hindsight, I wish I had known then what I was about to learn. Though it probably wouldn't have made much of a difference one way or the other. What really mattered was now, and how fate finally played a hand in bringing our relationship more intimately together.

We'd just had a period of very hard rains, some of which had produced some minor flooding, especially on the properties behind our two homes, along the old irrigation ditch where I used to sit and secretly watch her. I'd been outside mowing the lawn which had all but overgrown itself from all the rain when she came outside and started walking towards me.

"Andrew?" I heard her call out towards me even over the high-pitched motor of the mower. It was funny hearing her call me that even after all this time. My friends and family called me Andy, but Ms Jones had always called me by my formal name, Andrew.

"Ms. Jones?" I replied shutting off the mower. That made her smile. I knew in calling her that, it took us both back to another place and another time.

"Andy," she corrected still smiling. 

"Nancy," I acknowledged still somewhat awkwardly. It was still difficult for me to be on a first name basis with her, though as 'just' neighbors now, she'd pointed that out to me several times over the past few years.

"Have you got a moment? After you're through mowing I mean?"

"Sure, what's up?" I asked.

"Well, after all this rain we've been having, I noticed that part of the ground has started to give way beneath the fence outback. Can you look at it for me? Tell me what I might be needing to do before it begins to collapse the fence?"

"Sure, be glad to I offered. I'll just finish up here and be right over."

"Thank you," she said already turning. "Take your time, I'll be outback in the garden area doing some weeding when you're finished. Just come through the house."

She was wearing a pair of tight fitting shorts that showed off her still shapely ass. It had been difficult enough not staring down the deep "V" of her cleavage as she'd stood talking to me. The men's long sleeve shirt she'd been wearing, the tail of which she'd tied in a knot revealing a great deal of midriff as well, had been a tempting feast for my eyes, which I'd been as careful as possible in not making it too obvious as I stole brief fleeting glances at those full breasts and tan tummy. But now, watching her return back towards the house, I allowed myself the indulgence of watching her go, imaging the shapely curvature of those twin ass cheeks and what it might feel like to burry my cock deeply between them. Just as she got to the door, she again turned for a brief moment, giving me a cheerful little wave before disappearing inside the house. I wondered momentarily if she knew I'd stood there the whole time just watching her...and wondered further if that made it at all curious as to just what I was wondering, or thinking about.

Once she had disappeared, I returned to my mowing, eager now to finish up and rejoin her. A short time later I had done just that. As she'd asked, I simply let myself in, though calling out to her as I did, anticipating perhaps that she might still be inside rather than outback where she'd told me to expect her. I heard no response and began making my way through the house out towards the kitchen area and her back door.  For whatever reason, I did so quietly, not quite knowing why I did, nor what I hoped to see or catch her at when doing. I was glad that I did however.

I had caught a glimpse of movement out on the patio area. That very same patio where I had so often spied upon her sunbathing.  I watched as she undid her halter, running a clean white handkerchief around her exposed breasts. It was hot, humid...sticky. But I found myself holding my breath for a moment as she stood there before finally retying her blouse once again covering those glistening silken breasts.

"Nancy?" I called out as though having just entered.

"Out here," I heard her respond.

I crossed the kitchen exciting through the back door. Already she was standing in the far corner of the yard next to the fence. I winced slightly noticing the secret brick I had chiseled out so long ago was actually missing. When she turned to face me however, I noticed she was holding the missing brick within her hands.

"The grounds already starting to give way beneath the wall," she spoke still holding the brick as though unsure what to do with it.

"I've got some lumber," I began. "We can fortify the foundation, then I'll repack it with fresh dirt and some wire mesh." I held out my hand to her, expecting her to hand over the brick to me. "I'll re-mortar that for you as well," I added.

I was surprised when she pulled back her hand rather than giving it to me. She smiled. "What? You no longer interested in spying on me?" "What?" I half stammered. Now she laughed, letting out a stream of almost hysterical guffaws.

"Oh come on Andy, I'm not that naive!"

"You knew?"

She was blushing.

"Lets just say I had my suspicions, though to be honest with you, I really wasn't sure...until now!"

"Let me explain," I began almost automatically, feeling a lot like that young teenage kid I once was."

"Please do," she grinned clenching the brick against her breasts. "Tell me what you were thinking when you peeked through the wall at me, better still...tell me what you were doing back here!"

Now it was my turn to blush. "I...ah...I..."

She laughed. "Oh for heaven's sake Andrew," she replied using my formal name, which surprisingly put me at ease somewhat. "That was a long time ago. We're adults now."

I was grinning, still not feeling too much like the adult I was trying to be. But I answered, "You know what I was doing," I countered.

"Every time?"

"Almost." Then I considered, and asked..."You?"

"Me what?"

"You know. You just admitted that you suspected I'd been spying on you, and thinking that, realizing my hormones were on over drive, you also must have suspected what a young boy would be doing looking at a naked woman."

"So?"

"So...did the thought of that ever turn you on?"

She paused for a moment considering. "Yes...yes it did."

"And?"

"And I think we should get this fence repaired," she responded totally avoiding my question.

It was hot. Sweat was pouring off me as I worked, though I had finally removed my shirt in an effort to cool off some.

"I do envy you that," she said a few minutes later as she handed me a cold beer.

"What's that?"

"Being able to take your shirt off."

"You wanna take yours off?  Be my guest," I said jokingly.

"Oh, and that wouldn't bother you?"

"Bother me? No...not in a bad way anyway." I know my mouth was still hanging open when I saw her reach up and begin untying the tidy little knot in her shirt. I thought for a moment she was merely teasing me, until she pulled her shirt open and then off her shoulders. She stood in front of me, glistening in sweat just as I was, but it was the most erotic sight I had ever seen before in my entire life. Her bare breasts, full, mature, and exceptionally beautiful with light brown areolas the size of silver dollars, each capped with a hard thick erect little nipple.

"Fuck," I heard myself saying, and immediately apologized for my language.

"You offering?" she countered, "Or is that just a general statement?" I followed her gaze as her eyes dropped down towards my crotch. "I guess...that's an offer," she added coyly.

I didn't even realize it until now, until I glanced down myself and simultaneously felt and saw my erection. I was hard as a rock! I looked back up towards her, unsure of what I could say, or should say. But already she crossed the few feet that separated us, her hand already reaching for, and finding my zipper. 

"Oh my, have you always been this big?"

I wasn't that big. But it was a nice ego stroke nevertheless, but one thing was for sure, I was hard! Fucking hard! 

"Maybe I've gotten a little bigger...fatter!" I amended quickly. "But pretty much the same ever since..."

"Ever since you used to sit back here and masturbate while watching me?"

I avoided her question, re-asking another she still hadn't answered. "You never did tell me if you ever got turned on knowing I was."

She wrapped her hand around my hard stiff shaft stroking it. "Would it surprise you to hear that I've always wanted to do this?"

"Well, yes...and no. I mean, I fantasized enough about you doing it, imagining...but never in a million years..."

She laughed interrupting me. "Seems like a million years ago though doesn't it?"

I don't remember putting my hands on her bare tits, but suddenly I felt them within the palm of my hands as I caressed each of them, kneading the soft pliant flesh of those magnificent boobs. She moaned, then squeezed my prick even more needfully.

"Fuck me."

"Where?"

"Here. Right here!" She said seriously.

She continued to stand there fondling my stiff prick even as I struggled out of my shorts. As hot as it was, it still felt coolish when I felt my shorts drop down around my ankles, my dick hard as a rock now being caressed by both her hand as well as the fresh air suddenly surrounding it.

"Fuck me!" she repeated. "Hard, fast!"

"I will," I told her, but then forced her to release me as I dropped down to my knees before her."

"Oh fuck!" she moaned breathlessly, making me laugh as I reached for the button, then the zipper on her shorts pulling them down her still muscular thighs and legs. She had also worn a black thong, but this too soon followed the removal of her cut off shorts until she stood before me, exposed, vulnerable, and now naked. As I knelt before her, I couldn't help but allow my eyes to feast themselves on the swollen puffy lips of her sex. She was clean-shaven, something that surprised me and caught me off guard, but I found it erotically even more stimulating, decadent in a way I couldn't explain. It reminded me in a way of those very young days of exploratory curiosity with the next-door neighbor girl. And suddenly, I felt like that very same kid again, though with my teacher this time, my very, very naughty teacher.

Tentatively I allowed my fingers to dance on the surface of her swollen lips, parting them slightly as I merely looked, brazenly allowing myself a close look at her sweetness. She was trembling, her hands now holding onto my head for support as I glanced upwards into her face. Her eyes were closed; her head tilted back ever so slightly, pursed lips in expectation of what was to come. She didn't have long to wait.

"Oh my god!" she exclaimed a moment later.

I tickled the surface of her hard exposed clit with the tip of my tongue, ever so softly, ever so gently, introducing myself to her as I continued spreading her pussy lips apart, her clitoris so aroused, so wonderfully swollen and anxious as I flicked it repeatedly, though still lightly with my tongue. Her knees buckled for a moment, but I reached behind her, filling my hands with her exposed ass, drawing her even more deeply against my face as I gathered her in, now sucking, now probing the recess of her femininity with my fucking tongue.

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" she repeated over and over again. Just hearing 'Ms. Jones' using such wonderful vulgarity was a turn on. For the craziest of moments, I could see her in the classroom writing on the black board, but in that thought, she was naked, me...kneeling before her there on the floor as she continued to write upon the board, "Oh fuck...Oh fuck...Oh fuck!"

I continued sucking her pussy, the sweetness of her fragrance intoxicating. As hot as it was, her pussy was just as fresh as though she'd just stepped from the tub. I devoured her, licking her over and over again until my face was smeared, dripping with her juices. I felt the pull of her hands upon my head, forcing me to stand, then felt as she slithered down before me on her knees as we exchanged places. I could only groan as her warm hot mouth surrounded me, gathering me in.

"Oh fuck Nancy, you know how many times I imagined you doing this? I felt her laugh around my cock.

"Probably the same number of times I imagined you eating me!" She responded openly.

"Really?"

"Yeah...really," she stated once again pulling my rock hard dick deep within her mouth, letting it go with a firm, slick 'popping' sound before gathering it back in again.

"Fuck me. Fuck me hard, deep, long and fast," she said finally.

"Yes mam," I responded using the same tone of voice I once used with her.

"Oh fuck, that's so naughty!" she giggled as she lay back on the soft grass, pulling me down upon her. "It's almost as though..."

"As though I was still in your class," I spoke, spreading her legs apart with my hands, my stiff throbbing member already poised at the opening of her wet glistening slit.

"Yes!  Yes!" Was all she said. "Yes!"

I entered her. I felt the head of my prick suddenly surrounded by the slick heated moisture of that pussy passage. Then I slid into her fully, taking her, as well as my own breath away in the process. I pumped her, fucked her, slowly, then faster. Each thrust deeper and deeper as she clawed at my back, her legs wrapping themselves about me in a vise-like grip.

Though secluded from sight, there were other neighbors nearby. Even so, her screams of pure unbridled ecstasy surprised me, music to my ears as she cried out her pleasures, uncaring if the neighbors could hear should they be listening, or curious as the sounds of our frantic coupling continued.

Somehow I paced myself, and her. Every time I felt either one of us reaching the edge I backed off, allowing us to recover momentarily. When I did so, I changed positions with her, now behind, now fucking her doggy-style as we knelt there on the grass together. Her sweet dangling breasts once again filling my hands as I reached around her, driving myself deeply inside her, teasing the taut firm little nipples which had seemingly grown even harder, even firmer now pressed within the palms of my hands.

She rolled me over then, twisting about impaling herself before I had even realized that she had. Riding me like a bucking bronco, which I became as I lay beneath her, thrusting upwards as she thrust downwards. My hands once again clenching her ass as she moved against me, slithering sometimes like a snake, teasing me as she lifted herself, supporting her weight on her legs, just barely containing me within the slippery softness of that perfect pussy before lowering, engulfing, soft-fucking me in such a tantalizing way that bordered on madness.

"You like fucking your teacher?" she moaned, though her eyes were wild with passion and desire. "I bet in all those times where you sat there jerking yourself off, you never imagined it like this did you?"

"No more than all those times when you went inside the house afterwards, probably fucked yourself with a vibrator, or your fingers..."

She laughed, still fucking me, still teasing me with that now very gooey, very slimly slippery cunt. "Usually, it was either a banana or a cucumber," she admittedly hotly. "I didn't even know what a vibrator was in those days!"

"Fuck!" I said simply. "I'd love to see that!"

"You would?"

"Yes...fuck yes!" I admittedly openly.

"In that case, let me come now. Fuck me silly until I do. Then later, maybe I'll let you watch me pleasure myself the way I used to. Provided..."

"Provided?"

"Yes, provided you show me the way you used to jerk yourself off while watching me."

"Deal!" I said happily. Then once again rolled her over and plunged deeply into the very depths of her soul.

-end- 

Mrs. Jones & the Neighbor



I guess I should start by introducing myself and giving a little background information about myself. My name is Carol and I'm 48 years old, I have long blonde hair, 48DD breasts, and weigh about 155pounds. I have always had a nice body but as I have gotten older my tits have sagged some, and my ass has gotten fat. However my sexual appetite has not decreased in the least bit. My husband has not been able to keep up with me sexually and his small dick couldn't please me anyways. However we remained together, I was not going to leave him, he made a lot of money, we lived in a magnificent large house, and I did not have to work at all. 

Since I was no longer satisfied with my husband, I needed to satisfy my pleasure by some other means. I started to rationalize all the reasons cheating on my husband would be ok. I soon realized I didn't have to come up with many; I just wanted to be fucked. I began satisfying my urges by looking and watching porn on the Internet. One day while surfing the net, I came across a site that sent chills thru my body. The site showcased young black men with enormous dicks, having sex with white woman. I was mesmerized by their chiseled physiques and massive members. I became obsessed with black men, particularly young black men. I dreamed about them constantly, wondering what it would be like to be with them. 

I began thinking of ways that I could experience a black cock up close and personal. One day while driving around town, I drove past a male strip club called "The Jungle Club." I pulled over and went to the front of the building to get a closer look. What a find! It was an all black male strip club for woman! I couldn't contain my excitement, the sign said it opened at 10:00; I could not wait to go.

I went home and my husband was already home from work, and passed out on the couch drunk, perfect! He would be there all night. I went up stairs and got dressed putting on a low cut top, to showcase my huge milky tits, and skirt that showed off my fat, shapely ass. Black boys here I come!

I was trembling as I walked in the club; it was the most amazing place ever. There were dozens of huge, young, black men in various stages of undress all over the club. The majority of the patrons where white woman around my age. 

I made my way over to a table and sat by myself ogling the nude black strippers. Their bodies were flawless, all of them. I could not stop looking around. On the stage in front of me there was a very young looking stripper, who stood about 6'2 and looked to weigh about 210 pounds or so. He made his way over to me as I littered 5 dollar bills in front of me hoping to attract him to my corner. He danced in front of me wearing white bikini style swim trunks that could barely contain his huge cock. My mouth watered as I looked him up and down. His crotch gyrated inches away from my face; I could see the outline of his enormous head pressed against the thin material. I had to have one of these magnificent black cocks in my mouth! I left the club hornier than ever wanting black cock more than ever.

I lay out at home the next day by the pool fingering myself thinking about the night before. My husband came home and said that he the yard work was piling up and something needed to be done about it. After telling him to fuck himself, I said that I would get someone to do it. He went back inside; probably to go get drunk, fuck him I thought. My next door neighbor was out in her garden working and I went over to talk to her. She was about my age, but significantly heavier, she had a huge ass and her tits sagged even more than mine. Her husband was a high school football coach and was around about as much as my husband. 

"Hi Sandy" I said.

"Oh, Hi Carol" She said

"How are you doing?" I asked 

"I'm doing well." She said as she smiled back at me.

Just as she said that I was shocked to see young black boy walking around from the front of her house pushing a wheel barrow. He was magnificent! He was not wearing a shirt only a short pair of shorts. He muscles flexed as he pushed the barrel closer to us. As he drew nearer I could see the sweat glistening off his ripped abdomen. I immediately starred at his crotch and was very pleased to see the barely visible outline of what I'm sure was a huge black cock! It jiggled back and forth under the material as he walked towards us. Sandy told him where to dump the barrel and we both marveled at his ass. He finished and turned to both of us and smiled

"Hi" He said to me.

"Hello" I said as I smiled back.

"This is Jerome" Sandy said. "He is one of my husband's players and is staying with us for the summer." Jerome smiled again and then turned around and made his way back out through the yard. "That is one magnificent creature." I said to Sandy. 

"I know he is something else to look at all day long." Sandy replied lustily.

"Listen, my husband has been on me to get someone to do the yard work; do you think I could use Jerome for a couple of days?" I asked. I would be damned If I was going to let this fat bitch have this incredible young stud all to herself.

"I guess." She reluctantly replied. I told her to send him over tomorrow, and ran back inside to tell my husband. He was not too keen on the idea, especially because he was black. I told him that my mind was made up and that was the way it was going to be. 

I was sick with anticipation and could barely sleep that night. I awoke the next morning, showered and got dressed to great my young, black stud. I put on the smallest white bikini I could find. The top barely covered my nipples and my ample cleavage was on full display. The front of the bottoms was a small triangle that provided just enough coverage of my pussy. The back was not much bigger and did not do a good job of covering my fat ass. I went out back and laid out until I heard him call for me at the gate. When I heard him I practically ran to the gate, my big tits and ass jiggling all the way, when I let him in his instantly dropped to my tits and he became visible nervous. 

"Hi, Mrs. Jones" He stammered.

"Hi Jerome, I'm so glad you can help out, come right this way I will show you were to get started." I replied. As I turned around I could barely contain my self, the seduction had begun. He followed behind me watching my fat ass jiggle with each step. I brought him over to one of the garden beds next to the pool and had him begin to weed the entire bed. I went over to my lounge chair and sat and watched as he worked. The sun had come out and it was getting hot as hell, sweat began beading up on my breasts. Jerome was covered in sweat; his white t-shirt clung to his body. I got up and went over to him. "Hi Jerome how is it going over here?" I asked. 

"Fine" He said as he looked up at me.

"Why don't you take off your shirt, Jerome? Here I'll give you a hand." I said as I grabbed the bottom of his shirt and helped him lift it up over his head. I was starring right at his massive chest and could smell his sweaty body it was an intoxicating odor. "Wow what a stomach you have got on you" I said as I slowly ran my hands over his ripped abs. He was visibly uncomfortable so I stopped and offered him a cold drink. He eagerly accepted and I hurried inside to get him a cold drink. 

I went back outside with his drink in hand, and a big smile on my face. I handed him the drink and then went back to my lounge chair and began to put on a show for him. I pulled out a bottle of sun tan oil and began to lather up my ample chest and ass with oil, so my body glistened. I caught him glimpsing up every chance he got. I got up and went over to Jerome with the sun tan lotion. 

"Jerome the sun is getting really bad, why don't I rub you down with some sun block?" He eagerly agreed and I stood in front of this black stud and began to lather him up with the lotion. I rubbed it all over his chest and stomach. I then squatted down and lathered up his legs. Next I went behind him and rubbed his massive back with lotion, and then reached around to rub it on his stomach from behind. My huge white tits rubbed against his back, my pussy was almost dripping wet at this point. What a sight this must have been! I was out in my back yard next to my pool, half naked with a young black boy not even half my age. My neighbor Sandy could or anyone else for that matter, see me rubbing lotion all over this young stud. I didn't care it was part of the thrill, doing it right out in the open. 

"There you go Jerome that should do it for now." I walked away and let him continue with his work. I went back to my lounge chair and lay on my stomach, undoing my bikini top in back. Jerome nervously glanced up to sneak a peek at me. Every so often I would sit up and reach for my drink, exposing my huge tits. I loved it! I was having such an effect on this young black stud it made me feel 20 years younger. Finally I had enough; I needed to have this young buck's black cock! 

I got up and put my top back on and walked over to Jerome. "Jerome you look exhausted how bout you call it a day?" 

"Ok, Mrs. Jones" he replied. 

"Listen, Jerome would you like to cool off in the outside shower?" I asked

"Ahhh, ya I guess" Jerome nervously said.

"It's right over this way." I said. I led him to the shower which was attached to the pool house. It was just a nozzle attached to the wall and a slate pad underneath. I reached up and turned it on for him. Jerome looked at me awkwardly not knowing what to do. He stepped underneath the water, glancing back at me. "Why don't you take off your shorts Jerome? And just shower naked." His eyes almost popped out of his head when it registered what I had just said. "Eee...excuse me, Mrs. Jones?" He stammered. 

"Its ok I don't mind, really I'm ok with it, and here let me help you." I stepped under the water next to him and grabbed his shorts right by his hips. "I just want to see that big black cock of yours." I said as I looked up at him. He just stood there mesmerized. I pulled the shorts down, his cock sprung up right in my face as a got down on my knees. "Oh MY GOD!" I said. This thing was huge it had to be 9 inches in length and at least 5 inches around and it was not even hard yet. His shaft was charcoal black and his head was the size of an apple with a pink tint to it. Veins wrapped around this black snake, and I just starred at it in awe. "Do you mind if I touch it?" I asked. Jerome looked down at me he was completely shocked. 

"No" was all he could manage. I was in heaven; this is what I had been waiting for. My hands trembled as I massaged his cock under the water, It quickly grew it had to be at least 13 inches in length and as thick as my forearm. My bikini was almost completely see thru at this point. "I think I should wash you off, Jerome, you've been working in the mud all day." Jerome just shook his head in agreement. I grabbed some soap and began lathering up his body, running my hands all over it. I played with his cock and balls slowly manipulating them in my hands. I then massaged his ass which was rock hard. My pussy was dripping wet at this point, I had to get this black stud in my room. I rinsed him off and turned off the shower, grabbed a towel and began drying him off. "Come on big boy, your going to give me that big black cock." I lustily said. I grabbed him by his cock and began leading him into the house as we walked he started grabbing my fat white ass. We got into my room and I instructed him to get on the bed. I took off my top and my huge milky tits fell out. I then seductively pulled off my bottoms as well. Jerome stood up; he was getting bolder by the minute. I got down on my knees and began sucking his huge black cock. It pulsated in my mouth; my mouth watered as I vigorously sucked and slurped his huge cock. I pulled it out of my mouth and stroked it rubbing in my spit and looking up at Jerome. My lips quivered as I took in this ebony beauty. 

"Oh my god Mrs. Jones that feels so good." It turned me on hearing Jerome call me Mrs. Jones, I felt so dirty sucking his black cock. I knew that if anyone found out I would be ruined but I didn't care it only added to the excitement. Never before had I seen such a body or cock. I had never felt so much pleasure. I sucked and slurped until he began to come. His back arched as his black sperm began to shower the back of my throat. I sucked and jerked him off even harder until the last drop was out. I stood up and Jerome lay down on the bed. I began to suck his black python again and massage his balls, to my delight his cock was rock hard again in seconds. Ohh to be young I thought. I spit on my hands and rubbed my pussy as I lowered my fat ass down on his huge cock. I felt my whole body treble as his bulbous head engorged my pussy. I shrieked as the rest of his cock entered me, exploring places my husband's dick had never gone before. Jerome's black cock was bigger than any white mans penis I had ever experienced. 

I began to pump my ass up and down on his black cock as my huge tits bounced in his face. His huge hands grabbed my fat ass and help pump me up and down on his black cock. My pussy was soaking his cock with juice the sounds of his cock sliding in and out rang in my ear. I could smell his cum and mine, the room was filled with the pungent smell of sex. 

My body shuttered and shook again and again as his huge black cock ripped through me. I pulled my self off him again got down on all fours.

"Fuck me with that big black cock Jerome!" I screamed. Jerome grabbed my fat ass and slammed his big, fat, cock into my pussy, I screamed in ecstasy. He began filling me with his black cock again and again over and over. My body shuttered continuously as I orgasmed again and again. It felt so hot being bent over by a black boy 30 years younger than me. 

Finally I could sense that Jerome was about to come again. His thrusts were getting faster and faster. My fat ass bounced off his muscular thighs. My huge tits slapped together with more and more force as he pounded me. 

"Go inside me!!! Blow that black come in me Jerome!!" I screamed. Jerome tensed up as he shot a hot load of cum into me; he pulled out and blew even more on my big white tits. I grabbed his black cock and began to lick it clean of any cum. I sucked and slurped it until it was soft again. I could not get enough of it, I starred at it as it hung between his legs come still dripping out of his huge head. I looked up at Jerome longingly.

"Just start sucking it, Mrs. Jones and I will be ready for some more" Jerome said. Wow I thought this is going to be a great summer!



Mrs. Jones at the Hotel



The tension had been building up all throughout the meal, the casual touches and the knowing looks built the anticipation of the real dessert they had promised each other. Not a word passed between them, it didn't have too. Their bodies and eyes were communicating the oldest message around between a man and a woman. With the bill paid they held hands and walked the short distance to the hotel, their bodies pressing closer together with each step. 

It was unusual to pay for a hotel room by cash these days but they had agreed to book in as the "Jones's" with their wedding rings removed. 

The young receptionist looked bored when they walked in. She should have been out enjoying herself, far too young to be stuck working on a Saturday night she thought. Mind you, it looked as if she had had her hair done and she had beautifully polished nails. Perhaps she was going on the town when her shift finished.

With the paperwork done the receptionist gave them a knowing smile as if she was in on their little secret. "Mrs Jones" even blushed when she gave her a sly knowing wink and said " I hope everything is to your satisfaction madam."

Her heart was beating faster as he opened the door to their room. All those dreams of the past weeks were about to become reality when she heard him whisper "Shut your eyes." He stood behind her and placed a hand on either hip as he manoeuvred her further into the room. 

She had dressed simply and casually for the evening in her jeans and favourite white sleeveless top.

"Lift up your arms," he whispered.

She followed his directions and felt him curl the bottom of her sleeveless top up over her head and clear of her arms. She automatically started to lower her arms to her side but he took her hands and placed them on her head.

"Keep them there," he whispered into her left ear. 

She felt vulnerable in this position but totally safe in the situation they were in. Goosebumps broke out all over her body, not from the cold but of anticipation. 

Unconsciously she had begun to rub her thighs together to try and ease her already high sexual tension but he had seen this and wanted it all to be at his pace. 

"Stand still" he whispered, "Move your legs apart."

Again she obeyed as another shiver ran down her spine. His hands were at her bra strap now and it was quickly undone and keeping his hands under the strap he moved them slowly to the front to cup the undersides of her breasts. Her nipples had been erect for some time now and all she wanted was for him to roll and pinch them to take away the ache. 

He also new this and avoided the, concentrating on running his fingers over her smooth flesh, following her contours in a circular movement. She was already wet with anticipation from the build up during the evening and his massage of her breasts just added to the flow. 

Unable to rub her thighs together she began a slow and almost imperceptible thrusting of her hips in the hope of generating some friction against the seam of her jeans. No such luck, which made her groan in frustration, she needed to be touched and soon.  

In tune with her needs, he knew it was time to move on but first he held the side of her bra close to her body and slowly raised it so her breasts were pulled upwards. This slowly dragged the bra over her breasts but more importantly scraped across her nipples sending a bolt of pleasure straight to her groin creating a mini-orgasm and causing her knees give a little. 

He placed both arms around her waist and held her tight until she steadied. With his left arm still tightly around her waist his right snaked down the outside of her jeans, cupping her sex and just started a gentle squeezing upwards motion. 

"Please," she said.

Using both hands he popped the waistband fastener and slowly pulled down the zip. Then he butterflied both sides open, pulling the jeans down to just above her knees. 

Another whisper, "Open your eyes."

She was stood in front of a full size mirror and a single small lamp in the room gave enough light to see her image clearly. He was stood behind her, invisible, an anonymous stranger almost. Her hands were still on her head and the gold chain around her neck twinkled. Her white bra was still on but above her breasts which were clearly visible and it was either the position of the light or the excitement but her nipples looked enormous. 

Her white knickers were still in place and her jeans were around her knees. He then replaced his left arm around her body as his right hand covered the front of her knickers. This time he gathered the material at the front until it was like a small ribbon and he rubbed it gently from side to side, pushing between her lips bit by bit. 

She watched fascinated as her lips engulfed the thin strip completely and the darkness of her hair contrasted with the white material. Her clit was rock hard and he was sawing the knickers across her hood which felt divine. 

He then added an up and down motion which helped bury the knickers deeper causing her inner lips to appear and wrap around the material. God what an obscene sight she thought, but she didn't care, all she wanted was to cum. 

Just then he stopped the motion and moved his left hand down to hold and pull on the knickers whilst his right moved down to her lips. He placed his finger and thumb either side just at the height of her clit and started to squeeze and release, lightly and slowly at first but with increasing pressure and speed. The motion kept popping her clit in and out of its hood to make contact with her knickers and was driving her insane. 

He moved his body tight against her, limiting her movement and making her feel totally trapped and at his mercy. That thought, coupled with the almost obscene sight in front, of her sent her over the edge. She kept her eyes open as long as she could and watched as her breasts bounced and hips thrust with each spasm of her orgasm. 

Finally the intensity was too much and she shut her eyes, lost in the moment thankful he had a tight hold as she totally lost control of her legs. As the spasms subsided her eyes re-opened and she watched him give the occasional squeeze which made her and her very sensitive clit give a little jump. 

Something caught her attention out the corner of her eye and as she turned she saw him sitting in a chair in the far corner of the room, grinning like a Cheshire Cat. It was only when she looked back into the mirror that she noticed the beautiful nails on the hands that were still caressing her.

"Well Mrs Jones" he said, "what's next?"



Mrs. Jones Helps Tommy Help Her



Linda Jones was in the grocery store picking up a few things when she saw her friend Lisa Miller and her son Tommy. Lisa was supposed to come over later in the afternoon with a few friends for bridge club. "Hi Linda," Lisa called out, waving at her in the produce aisle. "Tommy, you remember Mrs. Jones don't you? Be a good boy and say hello."

Linda Jones remembered the nice young man and was pleased to see he had grown up. The Millers were had been friends for years. "Hi, Tommy. How nice to see you again. I guess you graduated high school didn't you. What are you up to now?"

It turned out that Tommy, although he was 19, was still living at home and hadn't figured out what to do with himself. Lisa sent him to get a loaf of bread and then confided to Mrs. Jones, "it's so nice having him around the house but I worry sometimes about him because he's so shy and quiet. But I guess we all find ourselves at our own pace."

As Tommy came back, Linda was saying, "You're so lucky to have him around though. I always miss George when he's away on a business trip and I have so much to do. I notice it when I'm getting ready for things like this afternoon without George around."

Lisa's face lit up and she insisted that Linda borrow Tommy for the afternoon. "Tommy would be happy to help, wouldn't you dear? Mrs. Jones would be so grateful and I could just pick you up when I come over with the girls. No, no one say anything. That's settled."

Tommy was fine and didn't say much. Helping some boring friend of his mom's or helping him mom was all the same to him. Linda Jones laughed and said "I'm so grateful he'll help an old lady out and I promise not to work him too hard. Just a few things I need help carrying and reaching and I'll even find us lunch before everyone gets there later."

They parted in the parking lot and Tommy helped load groceries and get into Mrs. Jones car. Linda Jones wasn't exactly an old lady. She was in her late fifties but in good shape for her age, well dressed, very nice, and easy to talk to. Tommy didn't think she was that old, just another boring woman like his mom and all her friends. But he was too shy to say much to her so she did most of the talking on the way home.

When they got to the house, they both carried groceries in and she put them away. She told Tommy to follow her upstairs and they'd get a few things done before lunch. Tommy was shy but when he followed her up he noticed that he enjoyed the view in front of him. Mrs. Jones was wearing a longer dress but it cupped her nicely as they climbed the stairs. He was embarrassed a little to be staring at her that way but it's not like she could see.

They went into the spare room and Linda Jones surveyed Tommy. He was a good looking man and very polite, a little smaller than average but very sweet. "Tommy, are you ready to get to work?"

"Yes, Mrs. Jones, just tell me what to do," Tommy said. Linda Jones liked it when a young man was nice and polite and maybe just a little intimidated by her. Tommy was perfect.

"All right, Tommy. Would you start by pulling my zipper down?" She turned and indicated the zipper on the back of her dress. Tommy looked startled and didn't move. He didn't know what to say. Mrs. Jones quickly added, "don't be alarmed dear. We're going to get a little dusty and I want to protect my dress. I'm sure you've helped your mommy with her zipper before. Now you must help me. Be a dear."

She felt his hands fumble but eventually pull down the zipper past her waist. As she turned and shrugged out of it, she then bent and out it on a hanger. Tommy looked surprised. "See, honey, I'm wearing a slip. It doesn't show anything and it's perfectly fine. I think you were nervous, weren't you?" She was very playful and he stammered, afraid he offended her.

"I'm sure your girlfriends wear skimpy little undies so this wouldn't be appropriate but a proper woman wears a slip. Don't any of your girlfriends wear slips or do they all dress like little sluts?"

Tommy wasn't expecting this. He wasn't used to slips but he wasn't very experienced and Mrs. Jones made him very nervous. "No, I don't have a girlfriend so I don't know how they dress. I mean, it's fine. I'm sure I don't mean to be nervous. I hope I didn't offend you." He felt terrible but she was right that it didn't show anything. It was like a dress just silky. It shouldn't make him hard but he couldn't help it so he tried not to think of it.

Mrs. Jones loved making a young man so nervous he stuttered. She was enjoying herself. She leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek, almost motherly. "That's all right dear. I think the slip is pretty anyway even if it isn't revealing. I think some men find the silk attractive and all the lace." She took his hand. "see how it feels? it's very soft, isn't it? I like the way it feels but had to take my dress off to keep it clean." She was moving his hand up and down her side and her hip with her own hand firmly directing him. She knew a young man like him would notice the bump as they crossed her panty line and not be able to stop thinking about it. 

She could tell he was thinking and trying not to get hard but she also noticed he couldn't help looking. It helped that her slip was thin and white and she wore very dark blue panties underneath it which were obvious. It was almost like she planned it to look seductive if a young man saw her dressed that way. But Tommy didn't think that. He thought it was an accident. After all, there was no reason for him to think she might have known Tommy's mom was going shopping and that Linda might have timed her visit to the store the same time and manipulated the discussion in such a way that Tommy would be sent home with her. No one would think that.

She let go of Tommy's hand and asked him to get the ladder from behind the door and set it up by the attic access. "I need to stand down here and hold the latter Tommy because it isn't steady. You go up and hand me down the extra folding chairs and I think I have a big red box with things in it." Tommy gave her the chairs one after the other and she set them down but he couldn't find a box. "There are no red boxes anywhere I can see, Ma'am."

Mrs. Jones looked disappointed and told Tommy to come down. "Let me go look, I thought for sure that was up there. But please hold the latter tight so I'm not nervous." She climbed up and kept asking him if he was holding it. Then she stood there shifting from one foot to the other looking into the crawl space. She was also looking down discreetly. She knew Tommy's head was at her ankles and that the way she kept moving he could see a lot. She could tell he was looking up her slip so she smiled and kept shifting her feet and teasing him.

Finally she said "I don't see a red box either. I don't know. Maybe it's in here. Oh yes, that's the problem, it wasn't a red box at all. How lucky I came up and found it. See Tommy, it's blue." She held the box out as she turned a little and then slipped and dropped the box clumsily in the wrong direction. "Leave it Tommy. Don't leave the ladder. I don't feel steady." He gripped the ladder tight but didn't dare look up so he wasn't caught. As she descended, she accidentally made her slip catch for a moment on his head. She chuckled to herself but knew he was throbbing in his pants as she fixed it.

On the floor again, she said "Thanks Tommy. I'm sorry I forgot about the box being blue not red. Here hand me the dustcloth and you take the other one to wipe off the layers of dust on these chairs." They dusted the chairs and Tommy didn't even notice that the blue box didn't seem to have any dust on it. Mrs. Jones noticed that every time she turned her back, Tommy was staring at her and trying not to get noticed. Things were working perfectly. She loved teasing shy younger men.

She told Tommy, "It looks like the box broke open when I dropped it. I'm sure it's mostly junk in it but put it up on the bed and we'll go through it." As Tommy set it down it was more of a pile of clothes, odds and ends and cardboard than a box. Mrs. Jones tossed the lid aside and went through things. She moved aside three glasses, a small box of poker chips, some smaller boxes and a pile of clothing. Then she held up two boxes of playing cards. "Here are they are. I was afraid I was going to have to run out and buy new ones. Now let's get rid of the rest of this junk."

She tucked the glasses into an end table next to the bed along with the poker chips and small boxes. Then she told Tommy to sort the clothing while she ran the cards downstairs to the table where they were going to play bridge later. Tommy looked at the clothes and then looked nervous. She took his hand "Now, Tommy, don't be silly. There are some underthings in there but itsn't like they're attached to anyone. I'm sure you've folded your mommy's panties and things before. We're just sorting clothes here. Honestly, you're so nervous all the time." Then she went away for a moment. 

Two minutes later, she called out to him, "Be a dear and bring the whole pile of things in here, sweetie." He grabbed the pile of silk and satin and carried them down the hall to the sound of her voice. It was coming from her bedroom it turned out. "Set them on the bed and we'll put them away. Is everything sorted?" Tommy worked to make sure the piles hadn't gotten mixed. He was a little nervous being in a lady's bedroom but Mrs. Jones seemed relaxed. In fact the bed wasn't even completely made up. One side was puled down where she must have slept without her husband. On that side was a long beautiful black nightgown, silky and beautiful. Next to it, just a few feet away were the panties she must have worn with it. They were red so he couldn't miss them and just a few feet away from him. He tried not to stare but the red was like a magnet for his eyes.

He took his eyes away long enough to listen to Mrs. Jones. She was amused at how distracted he was able to turn just because a pair of panties she had forgotten to put away were lying around. Or maybe they were there because she had run down the hall to her room and carefully laid out the nightgown and panties but Tommy didn't think that. He was just distracted. She paused and asked him again "why don't we start with the bras? You hand them to me and I'll put them away." Tommy composed himself and took the two bras which he had lumped together and handed them to her. She put them in a drawer and said "panties too. I keep panties here in this drawer and those look like mine."

Tommy handed her the five brightly colored panties, all satin and silk. Mrs. Jones took them and noticed his hands were already trembling. She held them with both his and her hands on them at the same time, pausing. "They are pretty, aren't they? Don't you think they're pretty Tommy? A lot of men like looking at and touching women's panties because they're so pretty. I think mine really are, aren't they?" Tommy just nodded his head. At that minute he was having a little trouble talking out loud. Mrs. Jones smiled and put them in her drawer.

"Now, what's left? Oh my black slip. I'm so glad. I'll put that here. Now what else?"

Tommy didn't know what to say. He wasn't sure what the rest was called. He held them up and looked unsure.

Mrs. Jones smiled at how well this was working out. "Don't you know what that is, Tommy? Have you seen a garter belt and a pair of stockings before? Oh dear. I guess I will have to explain it to you. See the two things that feel like pantyhose but they are black and have only one leg? Yes, those are stockings and the other thing is used to hold them up. Now do you understand?"

As Tommy, looked too confused, Mrs. Jones continued. "Right now, I'm wearing pantyhose. I'm sure you know what those are, don't you? Oh my goodness, I'm going to have to show you."

Tommy looked almost scared now but she continued. Mrs. Jones lifted her slip until it was above her waist. Tommy's eyes got real large as he saw her sheer pantyhose and a pair of blue panties, full covering but obviously silk and very sexy even though they weren't skimpy. He just stared and got a little lost in what was happening. He didn't think not to stare and he didn't really think about if his erection could be noticed in his pants.

It could. Inside, Mrs. Jones was very pleased with the reaction she caused. She knew wearing the nice dark silky panties under sheer hose would have the right affect. Her set up of the situation couldn't be going better. She was happy she had picked them and that she managed to be able to show off this early in Tommy's visit. Everything was going better than she even hoped it would.

It also made her very pleased to see the rock hard bulge in Tommy's pants. Her teasing was working and she loved it when young men reacted that way. So she kept going. She used one hand to rub the front of her panties and pantyhose to demonstrate. "See, Tommy, notice how these are like pants. They are thin and that's why you can see my panties still, right here. Can you see that?" Tommy wasn't responding very fast which pleased her more.

She kept rubbing the front in slow circles. "But stockings, Tommy, are like socks not pants. Like knee socks but even taller. If I had them on they would come all the way up almost to my panties but not quite. Haven't you ever seen a woman wearing them, dear? Doesn't your mommy ever wear them?"

Tommy finally regained his speech. "No, ma'am. This is the first I ever saw them. I mean I didn't even know what they were at all. I'm sorry."

Mrs. Jones pushed on. "Can you picture them, dear? I don't know how else to describe them. I think maybe I will have to put these on for you so you have an idea what they are. That might be the best thing. Of course I don't want to dress in front of you. That wouldn't be appropriate. Wait here on the bed while I slip these on in the bathroom." With that, she let the slip drop and took the items into the bathroom attached to her bedroom leaving Tommy on the bed with her nightgown and panties.

Tommy was very nervous. This wasn't what he expected. Mrs. Jones was acting very matter of fact, it wasn't like she was doing any of it on purpose he thought. But he couldn't help being turned on. He stared down at the red panties next to him. They were her panties. Silk panties that had been on her body and right next to her most private areas. It was almost more than he could take. He moved his hand slightly and let his finger touch them. It was all he dared to do.

Just then, he heard a noise and turned. Mrs. Jones had come out of the bathroom. She didn't show any sign of having noticed that Tommy had let his fingers touch the panties she had carelessly left on the bed. He figured she probably hadn't noticed. She was looking down and talking while walking closer. "So you can see, Tommy, that I don't look any different if you see me in my slip. They stockings on my legs look like pantyhose sticking out just black in this case. But look carefully, right here." She rubbed her hand over bumps on her thighs and Tommy's eyes stared.

"Tommy, that's the spot where the garter is. The thing that hold the stocking up. If I didn't have those they would fall down.." She was loving it. His eyes were drawn to where she pointed. It was almost like hypnotizing him. He was also clearly very turned on so she went further. "Now let me just lift my slip and show you. I'll slide it past my waist and you can see the top of the stocking down here." She traced the lace top with her finger stopping on the garter where it attached. "that's what's holding them up. Some ladies and their men like the way the gap looks, this area of skin between the top and the panties that is crossed by the garter. And the garter is attached up here to the satiny belt which matches the top of the stocking. Isn't that nice?"

She stood there with her fingers holding his attention as they traced the garters and the skin and the edges of her panties even. His eyes were stuck on her as she stood just a foot away modeling for him. Mrs. Jones knew he was excited because she could see the lump in his pants. It made her very excited to but she hid it in her face. She tried to stay calm. That was one of the best parts of the tease for her. She knew what she was doing and how he was reacting but he had no idea.

"Tommy, some women like to wear these because they make they feel more dressed up and sometimes sexier. They are more work but sometimes our men appreciate the work and we like that. But you can be honest with me. Do you think they're pretty? Or did you like the pantyhose more."

Tommy's voice wasn't working well but he managed to get out that he liked them.

Mrs. Jones let her slip fall back down as her phone started ringing. She answered the phone still smiling at Tommy. "Oh, hi Lisa, how are you? Yes, Tommy and I are working very hard. He's been very helpful and very polite. What's that? Well if you're passing by of course you should stop, we're breaking for lunch anyway. When? Oh good, see you in five minutes."

"Tommy, isn't it nice that your mom is going to join us for lunch? I think she was worried you might not be helpful but I set her straight. Now, I better leave our garters on but it'll be our little secret. Can you just help me find my dress again? It should okay while we eat."

Tommy helped her into her dress, zipped her up, went downstairs with her, helped in the kitchen and stood by quietly while Mrs. Jones let his mom in and they talked. Soon all three were seated at a table eating sandwiches.

Mrs. Jones talked to Tommy's mother while he just listened. They didn't ignore him but they were talking about things that didn't interest him or people he didn't know. Tommy did look up suddenly when he felt a foot rubbing his leg. It was probably Mrs. Jones but he didn't know she'd taken her shoes off and wasn't sure why her foot was rubbing his ankle and snaking under his cuff. But he liked it and it made him very hard. She never looked at him though so he was nervous.

Very soon his mom left saying "I'll let you too finish everything you're doing and be back with the rest of the girls in a couple hours. Bye honey, you be a good boy for Mrs. Jones." Tommy loved his mom but it annoyed him when she said weird things like be a good boy.

Mrs. Jones came back and grabbed a few plates. There weren't many dishes to clear. As she finished with them, she turned and accidentally spilled a whole glass of water all over Tommy. It ended up soaking his pants.

She apologized over and over. "I'm so sorry, dear. We have to fix that before everyone gets here. Now quick, give me your pants. Don't look so shocked. We have to get them in the dryer so they have time to dry before everyone gets here. Now, don't be shy. It isn't like I've never seen a man in his underpants before."

Tommy was in a daze so he just did it. He took down his pants and handed them to her then followed her into the laundry room. He stood there while she touched the pants with a towel and then put them in the dryer. "Good, they'll take a while in there but should be ready before anyone gets here. Now let's go upstairs and see where we were." She grabbed his hand and led him up the stairs.

He didn't know what to do so he didn't do anything. He just followed along, wearing just his underwear and socks (he took his shoes off to remove the pants) and his shirt which wasn't long enough that it even covered things. "Now, before we start, let's get my dress out of the way again. That worked well last time. The zipper, please." With that she turned around. It wasn't a request but more like a command not that he even thought about doing anything other than what she told him to.

He took the zipper and pulled it down like some kind of weird dream. As she stepped out, he remembered her garter belt and stockings because he could see the bumps. With her back to him he stared. It made him hard which he forgot he couldn't hide well since he wasn't wearing pants. Mrs. Jones noticed when she turned around and was pleased but didn't say a word. Tommy was confused a little. He should have felt very weird being in his underwear but Mrs. Jones was so matter of fact that he sort of forgot that it was even unusual. He didn't even think about his erection being noticeable.




Mrs. Jones Helps Tommy Help Her



Mrs. Jones loved how things were going. She felt very protective of this shy young man but she had a wonderful sense of power of her own attractiveness. She could go on teasing all day but they did have to get some things done before everyone else got there. She made sure not to stare at his erection and instead she walked toward a closet and asked him to bring the clothes on the bed. He grabbed the nightgown and started over until she called back "can you grab my panties too, dear?"

With the nightgown in one hand and the red panties in his other trembling hand Tommy followed her into the closet. When he got there, she was bent over doing something with shoes at the back of the walk in closet. He stood there staring. The thin slip tight across her backside showed every line of garter and panty. The blue panties and black garter belt and stockings were not really hidden by the tightly pulled thin slip. The sight was so erotic and arousing that Tommy stopped and was almost frozen for a minute even when Mrs. Jones stood up and turned around.

She smiled because she felt his tension and excitement. She reached out and said "Let me hang up my nightie while you hang on to my panties." While she fiddled with hangers she kept talking partly because Tommy was not quite able to talk. "I always liked this nightgown because it makes me feel special and elegant. It's like a special dress for a special night. Since I was all alone last night, it made sense to wear special panties too. Nice red ones, don't you think that was a nice idea? To make me feel special I mean."

Suddenly Tommy realized he needed to talk and not just stare at Mrs. Jones and her panties. "Oh, yes. I think so. I mean I guess so, Ma'am." 

"Tommy, dear, I suppose I should put the panties in the hamper here. You're holding them though, are they dry or are still, well, you know." She smiled knowing Tommy would have trouble with this not so innocent question.

Tommy looked confused but said "um dry." He looked down at them and then back at her.

She took his one free hand in hers and smiled. "Sweetheart, I want to help you understand things better. I want to teach you. Maybe you don't know that sometimes a woman gets excited and it might make her panties a little wet. For example, if a woman was in bed and thinking sexy thoughts and then maybe touched herself there, just like I'm sure you do sometimes, her feminine moisture would make her panties all wet and scented. Go ahead and smell them and you probably can still smell a little."

She smiled and watched as he did as he was told and lifted the panties and smelled them, his face buried in the red silk. He then looked back at her and clearly couldn't speak. So she just smiled and took the panties from him but quickly, accidentally dropped them. "Oops."

She bent down and picked them up again but when she stood back up her head accidentally bumped him and his bulge on the way up. "I'm sorry," she said and pretending to notice it for the first time. "Oh, Tommy, I'm so sorry. Did I cause that? Me and all my talk about panties and sexy thoughts. I feel terrible that I am making you uncomfortable." Then she reached out and patted the top of the bulge like it was a pet and smiled at him.

Tommy had some self-control or he would have exploded right there. He was shocked but trying hard to behave the way he thought he should. But he had no idea what to do. He was in a woman's closet talking about her panties and his erection but she wasn't acting unusual or anything.

Mrs. Jones smiled and squeezed his bulge. Then she freed his erection from his underwear, peeling them down just below his bulge and his balls. "Tommy, I'm sorry I made it so big. It must have been hurting. You're such a large young man. Do you know that you're very big?" While she was talking, she used the hand with the panties in it to stroke along his shaft.

Tommy tried to talk. "But, I shouldn't or I mean we shouldn't." Mrs. Jones shushed him and shook her head.

"Honey, all I wanted to do was relieve the pressure on you. Your nice, big penis looked uncomfortable and we're in the closet here not out in public so don't worry no one can see." Tommy looked uncomfortable and nervous and a little embarrassed. "Oh dear, am I making you nervous? Are you upset that I talked about your penis? Should I not say the word penis?"

The whole time she was gently caressing him with her panties and hand and he trembled every time she said penis which made her want to say it more. "Does the word penis bother you, dear? I didn't know what to say. It is a penis. A nice, big penis that got excited. That happens to a penis. I know some men might like other words. Would it be better if I called it your cock? Do you boys like to call them cocks now? Tommy has a nice big cock. It sounds dirtier than penis, doesn't it?" She kept caressing and Tommy got more embarrassed. Each time she said cock she said it quietly and squeezed it when she said it. 

Mrs. Jones saw that it was leaking on her panties and that Tommy was struggling. He couldn't speak at all. She loved it. "Tommy, sweetheart, I feel bad that I made you so uncomfortable. I want to fix it and take care of this so we can go back to work before the girls get here. Is that okay? Can we finish our work before your mommy gets back? I think it would be better if your nice big penis calmed down before your mommy gets here."

Tommy was gasping and Mrs. Jones knew just what she was doing. All the time she talked, she moved the panties to caress his balls and stroked his cock as she looked at him. Every word made him feel more excited, each time she said penis or mommy, he cringed and his manhood throbbed. Suddenly without much warning he exploded. She squeezed and he shot ropes of his cum straight out. they splattered Mrs. Jones neck and the top part of her slip making a sticky mess that dripped into her cleavage and got her slip all wet.

Tommy started to apologize. "I'm so sorry, it just happened." 

But Mrs. Jones again silenced him. "It's okay, Tommy. I wanted to relieve you. I felt bad and I wanted to make you fit in your shorts again. But you have so much cum. Look at all over my skin and my slip. You've drenched me. See how wet the slip is? I can't wear this when your mom and her friends get here. And do you see the gobs of cum on my neck slowly dripping down?" Mrs. Jones was smiling at him. The more she talked, the more his cock looked the same as before. She loved that his young cock stayed almost as hard after cumming as before and was watching it get bigger again.

She smiled and sat on the floor before pulling her soaked slip off and leaning back. "Darling, use both hands and grab my panties. Quickly. Do it now. Now rip them off me. You heard me. Do it now. They are very wet and I want them torn from me." Then as Tommy did as he was told she moaned. The first obvious admission of her sexuality today. She then leaned back and puled him closer, his big cock throbbing. She rubbed the tip against her now well lubricated pussy and looked Tommy in the eyes. "Fuck me Tommy. Do it right now. I want you inside me." 

Then she put her arms around him, grabbed both cheeks and fell back pulling him closer as he thrust inside her. Now it was about her. She moved and squirmed and moaned shoving her hips to meet his and almost riding him from below. Her own orgasm was close, the whole day was building toward it and now she was finishing it moaning every step of the way.

Tommy wasn't skilled but he was energetic and soon she was almost screaming underneath an awestruck Tommy. He was emptying himself again inside her but she was so lost in herself she didn't notice. Until finally she stopped, out of breath, and satisfied.

Mrs. Jones sat up and subtly encouraged Tommy to move off her. "You get better get dressed quickly dear. I think your mommy wil be here soon and your pants are probably dry now." Then she found the red panties and stuffed as much of them inside herself as she could before she put another pair of panties over them to replace the ripped blue ones. She smiled as Tommy looked dazed. "These will help keep your nice cum inside me dear. It will be nice to play cards with your mommy while I am filled with your cum."

She smiled at him. "now hurry up and get dressed before the girls get here. And, Tommy, thank you for letting me have your virginity."



Mrs Jones Makes A Plan



Mrs. Jones came home early one day, slipping in the back with some groceries. Walking down the hall she heard noises coming from the living room. The low rhythmic grunts reminded her of of the now rare love-making with her mate. Quietly she approached the doorway and peered in to find her husband lying on top of someone on the living room couch with his shorts around his ankles. As she watched, speechless, from the hallway she could see that he had his large stiff cock shoved between the legs of their 18 year old babysitter Katie. Her school skirt was pushed up around her waist and her blouse was open, and Mrs. Jones could see her well developed breasts, still partially covered by her bra, rocking back and forth as her husband's thrusts pounded against her. One of her tits had slipped entirely out of its cup and the rosy nipple was wet with saliva. 

Her panties were lying on the floor, a damp stain in the crotch showing evidence of her excitement. She could tell from the grunting that her husband was about to shoot his load into the girl and she was moaning and murmuring something to him as she wrapped her legs around him, urging him on. The girl was clearly enjoying her ravaging as well.

Mrs. Jones found the scene both disturbing and highly erotic. She watched her husband's large fat cock sliding free of the girl's slit, slick with her juices, and plunging into her again and again. His pace quickened and he began groaning as he spewed his semen into her pussy.

She retreated out the back without the couple on the couch being aware of her presence. In a daze she climbed back into her car and sat there, images of her husband's half naked body thrusting his engorged cock into Katie's pussy flooded her thoughts and she realized with some surprise that her panties were soaked with her own juices.

She hadn't had sex with her husband hardly at all since the baby was born. She had been so busy that she had hardly noticed her husband's lack of affection, but seeing him having sex with the girl had brought on a wave of horniness. She started the car and drove off, deciding to head to the mall to collect her thoughts.

As she drove down the neighborhood street she caught sight of Katie's twin brother Rob out mowing the lawn. He was shirtless, well built and tanned, and as she admired his handsome teenage body an idea came to her. She bought some stockings and some new panties and a thin lace bra at the mall and on the way home she stopped at the neighbors and asked Rob if he wanted to earn some extra money that weekend doing some yard work.

He quickly agreed "Sure Mrs. Jones, I'm trying to save up a little money."

Rob was pleased with the offer. Additionally, he thought Mrs. Jones was very attractive with her pretty face and full lips, her slim waist that emphasized her hips and the swell of her breasts. It would be a bonus to do yard work for such an attractive woman.

Mrs. Jones knew her husband would be out golfing and visiting a pub with his buddies both Saturday and Sunday till late, and that fit well with her plans.

After her husband left Saturday morning she dressed in a short dark skirt and a too tight blouse that emphasized her full breasts. If she buttoned it all the way the center button was likely to pop, so she left the upper ones undone which meant if she leaned over at all the tops of her breasts, her low-cut lace bra, and considerable cleavage were clearly visible. She checked out the effect in front of the mirror, smiling to herself and feeling quite sexy, and applied a little perfume.

The doorbell rang and she hurried downstairs to answer it. Rob stood there, dressed in shorts and a tee shirt and looking especially handsome in a boyish way. She asked him in and served him some iced tea in the kitchen. He sat down at the counter and she could feel his eyes on her breasts, especially when she leaned over to hand him his glass. She lined him out with some mowing and trimming chores and told him she was going to rest on the couch and to just come in and wake her when he was done or if he needed something.

When Rob finished he put away the mower in the garage and made his way to the living room. Mrs. Jones was stretched out asleep on the couch with one leg draped over the edge. She had apparently slid down a little after falling asleep and her skirt had slid up her legs to the point that Rob was fairly sure he could see the glimmer of her panties between her slightly parted thighs. As he stared at her he also noticed that her blouse was open and he could clearly see the mounds of her breasts over the top of the white lace bra she was wearing. His cock sprang to life in his shorts and quickly became uncomfortably hard. He shifted it to a more comfortable position and wondered if Mrs. Jones would notice when he woke her.

He moved toward her and touched her shoulder lightly, unable to avoid staring down into her open blouse. "Mrs. Jones, I'm finished" he said, wrenching his gaze away from her chest.

"Mmm, ok honey" she said, sitting up. "Do you want some more tea before you go? I know its hot out there."

"Sure, thanks!" he replied, his eyes again drawn to her open blouse which she hadn't bothered to close.

She rose from the couch and headed for the kitchen with the boy following her. She felt he was staring at her ass now, though she didn't turn to see. She knew she had given him an eyeful already and was pleased with his response. He had clearly been trying to hide the bulge of a very erect penis when he woke her. She made him tea, bending over to get the sugar from a lower cabinet in the process, her short skirt riding even higher up her thighs when she did.

Leaning across the counter to hand him his tea she caught his glance as his gaze headed for her open blouse. She smiled at him and asked if he was free again tomorrow as she had some more trimming in the back she wanted done. He nodded, his face flushed at being caught staring down her blouse. She smiled again, handing him $35, and asking if it was enough. He nodded again and she walked with him to the door, thanking him for his help.

Rob hurried home and locked himself in his bedroom and freed his swollen organ from his shorts. Gripping it in his hand he began to stroke it while closing his eyes and thinking about Mrs. Jones' panties and Mrs. Jones' tits. When he came his cum spurted up in a huge arc, splashing across the bedspread and drenching his hand. Wow! he thought, that was the highest yet! He wondered if he would get any more views when he visited her the next day.

When he arrived the next morning Mrs. Jones greeted him at the door. She was again dressed in a short skirt and tight blouse with the buttons undone down to her cleavage. As he followed her inside the scent of her perfume filled his nostrils, her bottom swayed slightly as she walked, and he noticed that she was wearing stockings that made her attractive legs look even sexier.

She offered him iced tea again and he noticed that she was drinking a glass of wine. She lined him out with some hedge trimming and mowing in the back and left him to his tasks, telling him if he got hot to be sure to come in for some tea or cold water.

After an hour or so of mowing and trimming in the hot sun he headed for the house to cool off. Mrs. Jones was busy in the kitchen with something and greeted him with a smile, her glass of wine in her hand. She sent him to the bathroom to wash up and when he returned asked him what he wanted to drink. He asked if she had any cold sodas and she went to the fridge to check.

"No, sorry" came the answer. "My husband has some cold beer in here - but you are a little young for that aren't you?"

He flushed and answered boldly "A cold beer would be fine Ma'am."

She brought out an import in a pint bottle and they sat down at the counter. Drinking and chatting with her he began to relax and his conversation became bolder as the beer had its effect. She was leaning over toward him as they chatted, the front of her blouse conspicuously unbuttoned, her eyes shining. He couldn't help but stare at the tops of her breasts, but she seemed not to notice and chatted away, sipping her wine. He finished the beer and she asked him if he wanted another. He was feeling fine and said "Sure" without hesitation as if he did it every day.

By the time he finished the second pint he had a pretty good buzz and Mrs. Jones seemed extra friendly, smiling at him and laughing at his jokes. She asked him about school and what he would do when he graduated and if he had a girlfriend.

"No one steady" he answered.

"I bet the girls like you. Are you a good kisser?"

"I don't know, OK I guess" he answered, his cheeks feeling a little warm.

"Well, do they close their eyes when you kiss? Do they let you get to second base?"

He was really flushing now. She had leaned closer and her breast was pressing lightly against his elbow. Her breath smelled like wine mixed with her perfume.

"Farther" he mumbled, finding it hard to concentrate and wondering what she would do if he tried to kiss her.

"Oh? Well, I'd say you must be pretty good." She smiled and her breast pressed against his arm.

Feeling flustered he rose, hardly bothering to hide the lump in his shorts and said he would go and finish up. She smiled, thanking him for his help, and taking his glass brushed past him on her way to the sink. 

His head in a daze it took him only about 20 min to finish, in spite of the beer buzz, and after putting away the tools he returned to the house. Mrs. Jones was in the living room reclining on the couch, her empty wine glass sitting on the coffee table.

"All finished" he announced.

"That's nice Robbie" she answered "I'm feeling a little tipsy. Would you mind helping me to the bedroom? I think I'll take a little nap".

"Ok Mrs. Jones."

"Here, help me up" she offered him her hands and he pulled her to her feet where she promptly collapsed against him, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her breasts against his chest. The smell of her perfume mixed with the wine on her breath as Rob steadied her for a minute. The warmth and softness of her body pressing against him nearly overwhelmed him and he struggled to speak.

"Where is your bedroom?" he finally managed.

"Upstairs, down the hall on the left" she murmured, her body still pressed against his.

He put an arm around her waist to steady her and helped her up the stairs. Her embrace and the continued proximity of her shapely body had set his dick to attention and he was aware as they walked that it was creating a prominent bulge in his shorts. Mrs. Jones seemed oblivious as she leaned on his shoulder, her left breast pressed against his side.

They turned into the bedroom and as he was helping her to the bed somehow, perhaps it was her arm draped around his neck, they both ended up on the bed, he on top of her, the bulge in his shorts pressing against her upper thigh, his face between the perfumed mounds of her breasts.

He staggered quickly to his feet, still feeling shy despite the beers still circulating in his blood. "Sorry Mrs. Jones" he blurted.

Ignoring him she said "Can you help me with my stockings honey?" and extended one of her legs up toward him. As she lifted her leg her skirt drifted down it toward her waist, and he was greeted by the sight of her stocking covered thighs joined by the white vee of her panties.

Without thinking he stepped forward till her foot rested on his chest. His hands, with a mind of their own, traveled down her thigh and pushing the skirt even further toward her waist reached the top of her stocking, perilously near the white vee between her legs.

He peeled the stocking down to her foot and pulled it off revealing delicate toes with painted nails. She replaced it with the other one and this time he slid his hands slowly down her entire leg, enjoying the sensation of the smooth stocking and the warmth of her calf and thigh. Her only reaction was a soft sigh. The skirt was now high enough that he could see the lace trim where her panties surrounded her upper thigh. He rubbed the soft skin of her inner thigh above the stocking, briefly brushing the white fabric before hooking the top with his fingers and peeling it off as well.

"Mmmm, your hands feel so nice Robbie, would you like to give me a massage?" she asked. She scooted back till she was lying on the bed and motioned for him to join her. He climbed up next to her expecting her to roll over so he could massage her back, instead she urged him to straddle her hips as she lay. "You could start with my neck and shoulders Robbie" she murmured.

He was beyond thinking at this point and merely obeyed her request. The fact that his crotch was now astride her's and his dick was making a huge tent in his shorts and that in order to massage her neck his arms were brushing the mounds of her breasts hardly registered as he began to rub her neck and shoulders. The pounding of his heart subsided slowly as he rubbed and he began to focus on the body of the woman he was astride. Her eyes were closed and her face soft and relaxed, her lips partly open and she sighed softly as he worked. Her blouse was open to the tops of her breasts and he recalled the smell of her body and the feel of those soft mounds when his face had briefly ended up between them.

"Lower please, lower Robbie" she murmured as he worked her shoulders and he moved his attention to the area above her breasts. "Lower" she insisted again and moved his hands directly to her breasts. In a daze he began to massage the soft mounds beneath the fabric.

"Robbie, why don't you unbutton my blouse?" she whispered.

His hands trembling, he fumbled with the buttons one by one down toward his crotch till her bare tummy was exposed below the low cut lace bra. The sight took his breath away as he placed his hands on the bra cups, squeezing and kneading gently. She pulled his hands away briefly and undid the clasp between the cups inviting him to remove them too. His dick was throbbing in his shorts as he pulled the cups aside and stared at the large white mounds with their large dark pink aureoles and erect nipples. He covered them with his hands, feeling their soft, fleshy warmth, he kneaded them and felt the nipples stiffen beneath his palms.

"Why don't you use your mouth Robbie? I want you to use your mouth."

He lowered his face to a breast, licking and sucking on the swollen nipple and Mrs. Jones moaned and pressed his face to her chest. Her breast tasted strangely sweet as he licked and sucked the nipple. Then as he continued sucking he felt her hands fumbling with his shorts.

"I need to see it naked Robbie, show me your hard cock!"

Her words came in a soft hiss, almost a gasp, insistent, demanding. He rocked back and unbuttoning and zipping down the fly he managed to work them down his thighs freeing his dick which sprang to attention, waving its 7 fat inches between them. Mrs. Jones gasped, her fingers reached for and encircled him, squeezing the hard shaft.

"Oh Robbie, its so big and hard! I knew you had a big one baby. Robbie, take off my panties and put this inside me" she said, squeezing him again. "I need to feel it inside me!"

Slipping off the bed he lifted her skirt up to her waist and hooked the waistband of her underwear, pulling them down and off her feet. Now he could see the moist lips of her pussy between her thighs. She was shaved except for a vee of soft hair above her slit. As he took in the sight she spread her legs and reached for him. He kicked off his shorts and climbed between her warm thighs. He felt her hands on his cock, guiding it to her, and as he eased forward he felt the swollen head press against her flesh before she was able to maneuver it to the opening of her pussy. He felt her warmth and wetness as she guided his rock hard shaft into her, and with one final push he was inside, enveloped in her warmth.

"Oh god!" she moaned "Oh Robbie honey! That's it, now fuck me, fuck my pussy, fuck me with your lovely hard cock!"

As he began to move he felt her hands pulling at his tee shirt. He let her pull it over his head and then pull his naked chest against her breasts as she rocked against his thrusts. "That's it Robbie, that's it, fuck me till you cum. Mmmmm, oh GOD!!! I love your cock."

He felt himself quickly approaching climax, and as she urged him on his cock became harder and seemed to swell even larger. She sensed he was near. "That's it, come on baby shoot your stuff, cum in mommy's pussy!" and he erupted inside her, his cock contracting in spasms and shooting jets of hot spermy cum which quickly filled her and began squishing out between them. "Oh god baby! Yes! Oh Robbie baby!" she moaned and held him to her breasts as his spasms slowly subsided. "Mmmm, oh baby!" her soft lips found his and she held him tight, rocking and kissing him till his dick had softened enough to slip from her, followed by a flood of semen. He rolled off her and lay beside her, exhausted, one arm over her breasts.

"Oh baby, you sure came a lot!" she said using her fingers to trap some of the flow and then bringing them to her lips and sucking them clean. "Rest now, that's it. Lie with me and rest." She caressed his hair and ran her hands over his skin and a warm glow enveloped him.

He woke to the feeling of Mrs. Jones' lips and mouth enveloping his hardening penis, sucking and massaging. When she had him fully erect she mounted him, lifting her skirt and placing the head of his cock at the entrance of her pussy and easing herself down as he slipped further and further inside her until she had fully enveloped him. He looked up at her, enjoying the sensation of being inside her pussy again. Her skirt covered their pubic areas so he couldn't see her pussy, but her blouse remained unbuttoned and her bra was unclasped in the front so her breasts swayed free as she began to move.

First she began to rock back and forth, rubbing her pussy against him. He reached for her breasts, cupping one of the swaying orbs in each hand, caressing their soft flesh and pinching and kneading the nipples. She began to rock up and down, slowly increasing her pace. She leaned over him till her swaying breasts were close to his face.

"Suck baby, suck while you fuck me, suck on mommy's tits."

She put a hand behind his head and pulled his face to her breast. He opened his mouth and began sucking on the offered breast while he fondled the other and played with the nipple. As he sucked a sweet liquid began to fill his mouth and he realized she must still be nursing her baby. His cock began to vibrate as he sucked and Mrs. Jones rocked until the inevitable eruption occurred. He groaned and Mrs. Jones held his face to her breast while he came.

"Oh baby!" she cooed "That's my baby! Cum in mommy's pussy."

She stayed on top of him until she was sure he had finished ejaculating, and then, lifting her breast from his still sucking lips she raised herself up off his softening cock. It slipped wetly from her followed by an ooze of semen. She used her pussy lips to massage his cock with their juices as it lay on his belly.

"Mmmm, that was nice baby. Why don't you take a shower with me now so I can wash you up?"

He nodded as he lay, spent, on the bed. "OK."

She pulled him to his feet and kissed him and he put his arms around her, squeezing her bottom and pulling her crotch against him. He followed her to the shower in the master bathroom where she laid out towels for them before finishing undressing herself. She looked beautiful naked as she stepped into the shower and beckoned to him to join her. The warm water felt good on his skin and he embraced her in the spray, kissing her and pressing her nakedness against him. She began to wash him with a scented soap, running her soapy hands over his chest and back and down to his crotch where she began to massage his ball sack and penis. Despite having come twice already he began to get hard again. She cooed as she felt him respond "Oh Robbie baby, you have such a wonderful big cock!" and she began to work his foreskin back and forth.




Mrs Jones Makes A Plan



He took the soap and began to lather her body in return, massaging her soft breasts till her nipples stood out and then her tummy and down to the vee between her legs, running his fingers over the fleshy mounds that surrounded her pussy lips and then sliding a soapy finger between them and up inside her.

She moaned "Oh baby, mmmmmmm, that feels so good when you touch me there! Don't stop!" She was wet and slippery inside, and not from the soap. She leaned back against the wall of the shower and thrust her pelvis toward his hand. "Oh god Robbie, oh GOD!" He increased the pace of his fingers and her breath began coming in gasps and she was bucking against his hand and moaning. She collapsed against him, squeezing her thighs together and trapping his fingers inside her. "Oh sweetie" she gasped "what are you doing to me?" She gripped his penis again, now fat and hard between them. "Are you ready again?" she said, squeezing him rhythmically.

He turned her around and bent her over so he could enter her from behind, and taking his penis in his hand rubbed the head against her slit before shoving it between her legs. He gripped her ass and began pumping, working her bottom back and forth along his shaft, watching it emerge slick with her fluid before shoving it back inside her. It took longer for him to come this time and he was able to enjoy the sight of his cock penetrating Mrs. Jones, the way her pussy lips surrounded his thrusting shaft, the roundness of her ass, and her moans of satisfaction at being fucked so thoroughly and repeatedly. As he neared completion he leaned over her and gripped her swaying breasts and pounded his cock into her pussy, his balls slapping against her thighs, till he had finished squirting his load. Mrs. Jones moaned "Oh god baby!" as he slipped out of her and she turned and knelt in front of him, taking his dick in her mouth and sucking and slurping their combined fluids. He caressed her hair as she sucked while the shower rained down on them.

They finished washing and she dried him with a soft towel before drying herself and disappearing into the bedroom. He followed to find her dressing and watched as she put on clean panties and then a bra and finally a fresh skirt and blouse and then brushed her hair and applied fresh lipstick. She asked if he liked watching women dress. He smiled and told her that watching them undress, or undressing them himself was even better. She laughed and said she would make them a snack in the kitchen.

He pulled on his shorts and tee shirt and followed her downstairs. They ate and made small talk and she mentioned she might have some more yard work for him next weekend. He smiled and said he would be glad to help her with anything she needed. He hugged her and she pressed her breasts against his chest and kissed him.

After Rob left, Mrs. Jones went back upstairs to the bedroom to change the sheets and make the bed humming and smiling to herself. If her husband could bang the babysitter in their own living room then surely she could fuck the babysitter's brother on their bed. As she worked she thought about Rob's cock, how fat and hard it was, how good it felt filling her pussy, and how he had cum three times inside her. As she removed the sheets she was amazed at the pool of cum they had left. She remembered how hard he had ejaculated the first time, flooding her pussy with hot jets of spermy semen. She squeezed her thighs together as she thought about it and her clean panties got damp again.

Rob actually looked a little like her husband, he had the same build and the same blue eyes and brown hair. As she thought about this a crazy thought occurred to her. She could stop taking her pills and Rob might impregnate her. No one would be the wiser, she would have the second child she wanted and the joke would be on her cheating husband. The more she thought about it the more excited she became - at least in part (a large part perhaps) because it would mean having more sex with Rob - as often as she could arrange it and he was willing. Judging by his performance today that would be plenty.

Rob spent the week thinking about Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones' breasts, Mrs. Jones' pussy, Mrs. Jones' lips, Mrs. Jones' smell, the feel of her bare skin against his, the feel or her moist pussy surrounding his hard dick and the way her lips felt when they were sucking on it. He masturbated every day until Thursday thinking about her, deciding at that point he wanted to 'save up' for her pussy on Saturday.

He waited until 10 to go over, mindful that Mr. Jones wouldn't leave the house till after 9. Mrs. Jones greeted him at the door and told him she needed some weeding done and the fence painted in the side yard and if he got thirsty to help himself to the contents of the fridge. She said she had an errand to do and would return shortly. He had been ready to kiss her as soon as he was in the door, but she treated him as she had the first day, she was polite and friendly, but not affectionate. He wondered if he had done something wrong.

He busied himself with the yard work until the heat and humidity drove him inside to seek some relief and a cool drink. He didn't see Mrs. Jones until he had finished two tall glasses of tea. Passing the living room as he headed for the bathroom he saw she had stretched out on the couch. After peeing and washing up he returned to look at her. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing softly, her chest rising and falling with her breath. As her chest rose with each breath he could see the tops of her breasts and the shadowed valley between them through her open blouse. Her tan legs were slightly spread, one bent at the knee, and as he stared he imagined lifting her skirt and caressing the soft skin of her warm thighs.

His dick lengthened in his shorts and he knelt beside her. Extending a hand to her bent knee, he touched her gently. She stirred slightly and sighed softly but didn't wake. He felt the soft smooth skin of her thigh as he slowly moved his hand upward toward the hem of her skirt. A warmth seemed to emanate from the dark shadow between her legs. His heart was racing and his cock was trying to burst through his zipper. He took a deep breath and moved his hand higher till it was pushing the skirt upward, and continued until he could see the white vee of the crotch of her panties. Mrs. Jones' chest rose and fell, her breasts pressing against her blouse. He imagined he could see little bumps where her nipples must be. She stirred slightly but her eyes were still closed. Becoming bolder he placed a hand on her other thigh and with both hands pushed the skirt up to her waist. Now he could make out the mounds of flesh surrounding the slit of her pussy beneath the white fabric of her panties. His thumbs slipped down to the fabric and traced the mounds and then the slit.

There was a soft sigh and Mrs. Jones' thighs spread slightly. Rob's fingers explored the newly exposed territory, feeling the smooth fabric and sensing the warm flesh beneath. A damp spot began forming along the slit and his fingers sought the warm flesh beneath the fabric, stretching elastic and slipping beneath. Finding heat and dampness he sought the source and a finger slipped between the fleshy mounds, encountering a slippery wet opening. There was a soft moan and the thighs parted further. Rob reached around the thighs and grasping the white fabric he tugged, peeling it down and exposing the white flesh above the tan line. He tugged again till the panties encircled the tanned thighs and Mrs. Jones' pussy was in full view. Rob was fascinated, he felt drawn to the opening, to kiss it and taste it with his tongue. The soft aroma of sex filled his nostrils and his cock strained in his pants.

He lowered his face and extended his tongue. His lips made contact with the mounds and his tongue found the opening, slipping within, tasting Mrs. Jones' juices, feeling the heat of her interior. Mrs. Jones moaned and her hands found Rob's head, encouraging and caressing him, pressing his face to the slit between her legs. Rob was licking and sucking at the slit, the taste and smell of Mrs. Jones was driving him wild. His hands encircled her ass, pulling her to him. She moaned and whimpered, her pelvis began bucking, her hands tangled in his hair and pulling his face to her. Then she was crying and moaning and speaking his name all at once.

"Oh god Robbie! OH GOD!!"

Her body was still twitching at the touch of his tongue when she pulled his face from between her legs and began stroking his hair and caressing his ears.

"Fuck me baby, fuck me now! Fuck me with your hard cock!"

He stood up and tugged his shorts down to his ankles. His cock sprang free and swayed hard and thick in front of him. Mrs. Jones raised her legs, pulling her knees toward her chest. Her slit was open, pink and wet beneath the vee of soft dark hair. Climbing between her legs Rob plunged his cock into her with one stroke. She cried out and moaned as he began to pump. She felt so hot and wet inside he knew he wouldn't last and he didn't care, his only desire was to spew his semen into her waiting pussy. He ripped her blouse open and pulled her bra up over her breasts, grasping and squeezing them as his balls tightened and his cock began to throb. She clawed at his back and clutched at him as his cock exploded inside her, shooting fountains of cum with each thrust until it oozed out, soaking her inner thighs and his balls, and still it pulsed and spurted.

"Oh god baby! OH GOD! Yes baby, Ohhh YES!"

She moaned and held him against her as his cock continued to throb within her, finally squeezing out the last of his seed.

"Oh Robbie, oh Robbie baby, oh my baby, mmmmmmm, you were wonderful!"

She wrapped her arms around him and her lips found his, kissing him repeatedly and squeezing his cock inside her. "Do you like my pussy Robbie?"

"Yes Mrs. Jones, its beautiful" he murmured, still overcome with the intensity of his ejaculation.

"Did you ever kiss a woman there before?"

"No Mrs. Jones" he answered. "I was worried you wouldn't like it, but I couldn't help myself."

"It was wonderful Robbie, perfect. Sometimes a woman likes to be seduced, to be taken by her man, ravaged and fucked. You can fuck me any time you want, however you want Robbie, as long as Mr. Jones doesn't catch us!"

She kissed him again and he eased out of her, dribbling stringy trails of cum on her thighs and skirt.

"Bring me some kleenex honey. You've made quite a mess of me, and what have you done to my blouse?! You naughty boy!"

He brought her some as she pulled her bra down over breasts and buttoned the top of her blouse, but the lower buttons were missing and when she stood up her bra was clearly visible in the opening. He pulled her to him and pulled open the top again, popping the rest.

"I like it better this way" he said, putting his hands on the cups and squeezing.

"You ARE naughty!" she said, kissing him. "And I like it that way!"



Mrs. Jones Serves Dessert



Kevin was grateful when his boss invited him home for dinner one Friday night. He had only been at the accounting firm for three months. He was fresh out of college and trying to fit in. George Jones, his boss, had built the company into one of the biggest firms in their town. Kevin was lucky to have landed there. He wasn't very social in college but in accounting that was okay. He minded his own business at work which was easy because of natural shyness and the general environment at the office.

But he was happy when Mr. Jones' secretary called and told him to be available Friday for dinner at the house. Around 5:30, Mr. Jones stopped by Kevin's cubicle and said gruffly, "ready to go?" 

He then started walking while Kevin had to quickly grab all his stuff and follow. He caught up finally and Mr. Jones said "you'll come with me."

George Jones was a big man. He was probably twice Kevin's size, although Kevin was shorter than average and slight. The one man looked gruff and tough while the other almost tiny beside him. But George Jones was not really mean. He was nice but a man of few words who didn't smile much. He liked the new kid in the office. Kevin seemed like a hard worker and George liked hard work. He just never thought of saying anything if his wife didn't remind him to invite the new employee home. Kevin on the other hand was very grateful. Being invited to the boss's house seemed like a sure sign he had passed his probationary period.

They didn't talk much on the short drive except a few work questions. Kevin followed George into the house and heard George say "this is my wife, this is Kevin." As George disappeared, Mrs. Jones smiled and came over. Linda Jones was a couple years younger than George but still in her late 50s although she looked a few years younger. She wasn't as tall as George but in her heels she was much taller than Kevin. 

She was pretty and very maternal looking. Something about her and her pleasing smile made you feel warm. But in addition to that warmth was a very soft sensuality that was hard to put your finger on. Her clothes were sensible, her skirts longer than the office women at George's firm, and nothing particularly low cut. But they were nice clothes and she had a magnetic personality.

Immediately, she made Kevin feel right at home. "Don't mind George, dear. He's not grumpy, he just can't help himself. I'm Linda Jones and we're both very excited to have you with us. George told me what a nice job you do for him at the company." 

Her smile made Kevin feel at ease just as she intended. He told her, "Thank you very much, Mrs. Jones. It is very kind of you to invite me for dinner. I hope it isn't too much trouble, Ma'am."

Mrs. Jones immediately liked him. He called her Ma'am not by her first name. She liked that. She liked this young man a lot. "Aren't you, sweet? Somebody's mommy must have raised him right. Come over here and let me hug you." With that, she grabbed him and pulled him tight into her. He was so much shorter that his head nestled in the space between her soft and warm breasts, cradled between them. He didn't expect it but she did. Linda liked the feel of cradling him that way and she could see he liked it too. In fact, she could feel that it was making him hard. She liked causing that reaction in a younger man, especially a nice, polite, shy young man.

She released him and moved back to the kitchen. He wasn't sure what to do but he followed her. It was few minutes before George came back downstairs. He had changed out of his coat and tie but didn't look much different. Kevin was still dressed for work and ready to help in the kitchen. Kevin remembered the bottle of wine in his briefcase and went and got it and presented it to his hostess. That was the right thing to do.

She was happy that he was thoughtful; she appreciated the little things, and handed the bottle to George to open. "George be a dear and pour us some wine." 

George grumbled but he opened the wine and poured his wife a glass. "I'm having a beer. What's your poison, Kevin?" Kevin didn't get a chance to react before Mrs. Jones did it for him. "Don't be silly George; Kevin will have some of the wine he brought. He wouldn't want me to drink alone." 

That settled it for George and Mrs. Jones knew it. "George, why don't you relax in your den before dinner? I have Kevin to help and I'm sure he wants his boss nice and relaxed. I'll call you when we're done."

George was only too happy to leave the kitchen. He hated the kitchen and cooking. When he brought an employee home, they could damn well help cook for him, after all they worked for him. He knew his wife didn't care if he helped. In fact, she liked to meet knew people and have their help so it was good for both of them. 

As he left, Linda Jones sized up the small but helpful young man with her. Then she turned around. "Kevin, be a good boy and help me out. Did you ever help your mommy with her dress when you were living at home? I need a hand with the zipper. I want to be careful and not get flour on me while we're cooking."

Kevin wasn't sure he heard her at first and he was confused but she was the boss or at least the boss's wife and he couldn't resist her anyway. "Yes, ma'am. Anything you say." So he unzipped her dress. His hands even trembled a little. 

As he helped her out of it, he could tell she had another dress underneath. Actually it was a slip. It was an old fashioned slip. He was surprised. It didn't show much at all and it reminded him a little of an aunt when he was little but for some reason it made Mrs. Jones seem real sexy to Kevin.

She could read his reaction in his eyes and knew she had this young man hooked. He was so innocent. He was small and just reeked of innocence. She loved that and wanted to cradle him again but couldn't think of a reason yet. She loved the idea of partially undressing in front of him and acting like it was perfectly natural. She decided he would be easy to tease.

"Thank you, Kevin darling. Now hang my dress on the hanger on the back of the dining room door. It's new and I don't want to make a mess. There's no reason to be uncomfortable. I'm sure you've seen your girlfriend in something much more revealing than a nice slip, haven't you?" 

As she asked him the question, she was putting on an apron and asking him to help her tie it in back. "Tie it nice and tight right above my panty line. I'm sure you can see the outline of my very dark panties through my thin white slip, can't you?"

Kevin was in heaven but tried to play it cool. "I don't actually have a girlfriend right now, Mrs. Jones. I've been busy settling into the city and with the new job I haven't had a lot of time for girlfriends with or without slips." Kevin concentrated on tying the apron. He found the sight of her panties through the slip very attractive and it made him feel a little guilty. 

He hadn't spent a lot of time with women and sometimes they made him nervous. In fact, Mrs. Jones made him very nervous. Part of it was because he was attracted to her and he knew he shouldn't be. She was a lot older and married and his boss's wife. He knew he was probably completely over reacting to everything and was ashamed of himself for being so horny.

But he knew this was an unusual situation and wondered what his boss might think. So he asked, "uh, Mrs. Jones, are you sure this is okay? I mean, should we be doing this?"

Mrs. Jones knew just how nervous he was and loved it. A small man in need of mothering was what she thought Kevin was. And she thought she knew just how to play with him. "Kevin, I don't know what you mean. We're cooking in the kitchen and your boss, my husband, is in the next room. Why, this slip covers up every bit as much of me as my dress did." 

She looked down and ran her hands over her slip and her full breasts and then turned and looked at him. "I'm sure you don't want me to ruin a nice dress and neither would George. You must not see very many slips. I guess when you undress your dates, these young things don't have slips on do they or you'd know more about how a real woman dresses."

Kevin got embarrassed that he had upset her. "Gosh, no. I mean I don't undress women. And no, I thought. I'm so sorry, Ma'am. I didn't mean to be rude. I was just trying to be polite. Please don't be mad at me, I'm sorry." He was really scared that he had made her mad and also she was his boss's wife and he had just implied something rude.

She smiled at how that had turned out. "Come here, you sweet young man, of course I'm not mad." Then she pulled him against her and squeezed him again knowing that the silk of her slip would be even more for him to handle than being smashed against her breasts again. 

She held him longer because there really wasn't any cooking left. "Now, let's cook. Oh by the way, you like my slip don't you? I mean it looks okay? It's nice to have a layer of silk under your dress. Go ahead and touch it and you'll see how nice it feels." She then grabbed Kevin's hand and rubbed it on her hip up and down her side and even around the back a little. By the time she let go, he was so hard in pants that it was obvious which made her happy and Kevin nervous.

She made him hold things, move other dishes, pour her more wine but all she was doing was getting the dinner already made ready for plates. Finally, done teasing and brushing against him, she said they were ready. "Here, be a darling and help me back into my dress for dinner." Then she turned and let him zip her up, pleased that his hands still shook.

The phone rang and she said "Oh, it's our daughter. Run along and get George for dinner while I take this." Kevin got George and when they got to the living room, the boss said "where the hell's Linda?" 

Linda Jones walked in at that moment. "Don't be impatient, grumpy man," she laughed. "That was our daughter. She's going shopping and we talked about things she could buy you for your birthday next week. She is going to text me from the store." George was devoted to his daughter and smiled. 

Mrs. Jones turned to Kevin and said "my daughter was over earlier but she lives an hour away and is going to a store near her and I need her help on something. Your boss is an old softie and would do anything for her, no matter how mean he seems at work."

George smiled and everyone was happy for different reasons. Linda Jones knew her daughter's car was going to get a flat tire at the mall because she'd made arrangements earlier in the day. But no one else knew that.

They had a nice dinner and Kevin could tell he was a hit with his boss's wife who kept talking to him and touching his arm and making sure he had enough and refilling his wine. Twice her foot brushed against his leg. He was sure it was an accident but it made him twitch. 

Mr. Jones didn't exactly say a lot but he was more talkative than Kevin had ever seen. George Jones was thinking that the kid was going to work out fine. He did a good job at work without making a pain of himself. In a better test, he was good at dinner with the family. Some work people spent the whole meal sucking up to George and he hated that. This kid was polite and his wife seemed okay with him. That was all good.

Just as they finished the main meal, Mrs. Jones heard a text alert and looked at her phone. She gasped, "Oh no! Donna has a flat tire. That's terrible and her husband is out of town. George do we know any towing service way over there? I feel terrible for her. At least she's at the mall and not stranded on the road but I don't know what she'll do on her own and helpless."

Linda Jones knew her husband well enough that she knew how he'd react before he did. She also knew that she had made sure earlier that her daughter's tire was low and would get lower. No need to tell George that she had told their daughter to check the tire when her daughter was driving to the mall. A low tire and a flat tire were close enough to the same thing.

George overreacted as he usually did about his daughter but inside he liked to be the protective dad. "I can't believe her fool husband didn't check the damn tires. I won't have my daughter running around unprotected. Damn inconvenience but I'm going to take care of it personally. Linda, tell her to take it easy and shop or whatever and I'm on my way."

Linda smiled. Her husband was predictable and very protective. But she acted concerned. "George, what about young Kevin here?" At this point Kevin was standing up. He wasn't sure what to do but he knew he should help.

"Yes, Mr. Jones. I'm happy to help. If it would be easier for you, I can go take care of what needs to be done. I'm happy to be of assistance in any way I can," Kevin said.

Just as Linda knew he would, George would have none of that. "Right thing and all, Kevin, but no. My daughter and I'm on top of this.' Then he looked at his wife and felt guilty. "Besides, Linda went to all this trouble and someone should stay and help her with dessert. Right, dear? That work for everyone?"

Linda smiled and looked disappointed but not too much. She didn't want to overact. "Yes, dear. I know it can't be helped. It's so disappointing that Donna gets into trouble but someone has to take care of her. I'm sure Kevin won't be offended and I'll give him dessert after all. We'll come up with something to talk about while you're gone. Now just go and I'll call Donna and tell her that her daddy's on his way to save her."

George felt better. He got tired of these dinners a lot faster than some people. The car was a good excuse and his wife wouldn't be mad because at least she had company and the kid seemed polite and all. On his way out the door, he said to Kevin, "sorry about all this, Kevin. Can't be helped and all. Glad we got the chance to catch up though. I know your car's back at the office but we'll sort that out. I have to go. You take it easy and don't worry."

As George drove quickly away, Kevin sat back down and Mrs. Jones hung up from talking to her daughter. "Now, Kevin, be a dear and help me clean up before we have dessert. I want to get all of these things out of our way while I have a nice strong young man to help me."

Kevin wasn't used to anyone calling him a strong young man. He knew he wasn't strong but Mrs. Jones was kind. He helped with all the dishes while she got them into the kitchen sink and just rinsed a few before getting dessert. Suddenly, she cried out, "Oh no, I can't believe it. I knew I should have put my apron back on. I splashed and got something on my dress. Come here, Kevin. I need your help with the zipper again so I can get this off and treat it before the stain sets."

Kevin was helpful again but his hands trembled even more than before. It made perfect sense to do this but it seemed a little bit like something they shouldn't do. That was his imagination.

Mrs. Jones knew exactly how Kevin's imagination would react to the process of unzipping her dress and to slowly undressing her. When he finished unzipping, she pulled the dress over her head. When it caught a little on her slip, the process lifted half way up and exposed her black panties under sheer pantyhose. By the time she turned around, it had fallen back into place but Kevin wasn't breathing.

She knew to act like she'd been so she gave him directions. "I'll just give this a quick pre-stain treatment. You turn on the coffee machine. It's all ready. Then get the whipped cream out of the fridge. I'll be right back."

Kevin just stared as she walked away and only came back to reality when she turned the corner. Quickly he got everything done and ready. And in a minute or two, Mrs. Jones was back.

"Okay, sweetheart. The dress should be fine. But I'll stay like this for now. Let's give the coffee a minute. I have a nice pie with whipped cream. I'm sure you'll like that won't you? Good. Now bring the tray with cups and cream and sugar."

Kevin took the tray and set it on the dining room table until Mrs. Jones stopped him. "No, no. Come along. In here. Coffee on the coffee table." And she led him into the living room, bent down and cleared off the coffee table.

Kevin only stopped himself from staring at her bent over just in time to set the tray down. Mrs. Jones smiled and said, playfully, "caught you! I think you were staring at my bottom, weren't you?"

Kevin almost died. He turned deep red and was scared that he did something wrong but couldn't find words. She just slapped him on the ass and said "Don't look so scared. Mrs. Jones is just teasing you."

They got the coffee in a pitcher and sat in the living room to drink it with two slices of pie. Kevin poured coffee and Mrs. Jones looked at him and said very softly, "please give me some cream, Kevin." He froze but obviously she meant coffee.

Mrs. Jones was thoroughly enjoying herself at this point. The shy young man was just ideal. He was in his twenties, at least thirty years younger than her. But he was so respectful and so nervous and so obviously inexperienced she couldn't help toying with him. She handed him his pie and then spooned whipped cream onto her slice. Then she got some on her fingers and carefully licked each finger off while staring at Kevin.

If she kept this up, Kevin was going to explode in his pants. He needed to change the subject. "Do you think everything is okay with your daughter? Do you think Mr. Jones is done yet?"

She smiled at him. "You're very sweet to think of them. But he won't even be there yet. I'm sure they'll be fine. No need to worry at all about them. It will be hours. Now tell me why you're sitting way over there instead of on the couch with me? I don't want to shout across the room." With that she stood up, went to him, and pulled him over to the couch giving him another very cleavage intense hug before she sat him down.

He ate some pie nervously. She smiled at him and said, "Oh, I can't believe I'm still wearing these!" The she stretched a leg out and removed her heels one at a time. "There, that's cozier and they don't really go with a slip do they?

Then she looked at him and said, "I can't believe we didn't give you a chance to get comfortable. Now let's see what we can do." She reached over and slowly unknotted his tie before tossing it across the room to the chair he'd been on. Then she said sweetly and a little bit seductively, just to confuse him, "now go ahead and take off your coat for me."

As he did it she smiled at him. Then she reached across to hand him coffee and purposely spilled some on his pants. He stood quickly and reached for a napkin but it soaked in. She reached out and stopped him with one hand cupping his leg just over his knee. "It's no good. I'm so clumsy and I'm sorry but they'll have to come off."

She reached out, his belt was close to her eye level. She unbuckled and he almost panicked. "Mrs. Jones, no! What are you doing?" She smiled and kept working. She undid the button on his pants. 

"Kevin, don't be silly. We have to get them off of you. They're wet. Now just be still and do what you're told." Then she unzipped them.

He was scared and very excited too. He was nervous partly because he was so hard right that second. He didn't know what she would think about that.

She lowered his pants and helped him step out of them, making sure to keep him standing right there in front of the couch. His hardness was barely contained by his white underwear. She just looked at it knowing that every second would drive him crazy. Then she reached out and stroked it like she was petting a puppy.

"Kevin, I think your penis is very hard right now isn't it? You're very naughty to have such a big hard penis right in front of your boss's wife. But it's very sweet." With that she kissed it just once and pushed him back down.

He started to apologize. In his inexperience, he really did think she might be mad at him. "I'm so sorry, ma'am. Please forgive me. I couldn't help myself. I promise I won't...what are you doing?"




Mrs. Jones Serves Dessert



Linda Jones had stood up and facing Kevin pulled off her slip. She smiled at him and dragged her silky slip across him and hung it across the back of the couch and his shoulder. Then in a soft and rasping voice she said you have three seconds to take off your shirt and then help me off with my pantyhose."

Kevin worked fast and enjoyed pulling down the waistband of her pantyhose across the panties and then down each leg. When he was done, he was leaning forward a little in his seat and his face was even with the front of her panties. They were full black satin panties but the smell was wonderful. He had never been that close to a woman who was so aroused before so he didn't know.

She grabbed his head and pulled him tight into her wet panties. Then she pulled him up until his head was in her cleavage again, his hard cock twitching against her thigh held in by his underwear. She bent down a little and kissed him. This time it wasn't a sweet motherly kiss but much more. He felt her tongue invading him like she was marking her territory and making his mouth belong to her.

The she pulled him back down to the couch and dragged him over. "Kevin, sweetheart, I want you to suckle me. Come here." She cradled his head and pulled it close, lifting one large breast out of her bra and pulling him to the nipple. 

He took her nipple in his mouth and sucked on it. He was unable to believe what was happening but his lips were around his boss's wife's nipple and she was moaning with her head tilted back as she held him tight.

He felt one her hand slide into his underwear and grab his erection and squeeze him. That was all it took to send him over the edge. He quickly came in his shorts and all over her hand accidentally biting her nipple a little as he came.

Until that moment she was very maternal but that sent her somewhere and he heard her cry out, "Ohhhhh, fuccckkkk." And shiver.

She looked down at him and her eyes were changed. They were wilder and eager. She pulled her hand out and took off his stained shorts quickly, tossing them onto the coffee table. Then she licked her hand while staring at him and using the other to coax his testicles to give him another erection. She didn't have to worry, this was the most arousing moment of his life and better than most of his dreams.

She clawed at her own panties until she ripped them. Then she positioned herself on the couch and pulled him between her knees. She looked down and guided him, watching until he was positioned with the tip just ready. The she looked at him. "Kevin, honey, I want you inside me. I want you to shove your hard, dripping penis, inside me. You'll do that for me won't you?"

Kevin was stunned. He was about to do something he couldn't believe. He felt her hands behind him on his cheeks pulling him. He pushed and pushed until he slid slowly inside her and listened to her moan still holding tight to him.

She was wiggling and encouraging him. "Slowly and deeply, darling." And he pushed in long slow thrusts. Then faster so their bodies made slapping noises against each other. She was moaning and having trouble speaking but pulling on her own breasts.

Then she pulled him close, holding him tight to her, moans coming from her mouth just an inch from his ear. "Kevin, my sweet lover, I can't have babies anymore so you can spray your seed deep inside me when...." She broke off speaking and was moaning more like an animal at that point.

Linda Jones wanted this so badly. This wonderful young man, she wanted him desperately and he was making her come. He was so good at doing whatever he was told. He was a plaything to own and use. She put her hand on the small of his back to slow him slightly and just started moaning loudly before suddenly grabbing him tight with both arms and squeezing her legs around him and screaming as her body climaxed.

Kevin was trying to hold back but when she said that about cumming deep inside he couldn't hold back much longer. What was obviously her orgasm happened and caused him to spray himself deep into her. She held on and didn't let go even when he stopped thrusting. She just held onto him closely.

They lay there for almost a half hour. He stood up and was about to talk when she touched his lips with her finger. "Shhhhhhhhh."

She got herself dressed again and looked at him, holding his shorts. "You can't wear these again. Good thing you have a briefcase. Put everything else on." He put everything else on including his tie. She disappeared for a few minutes.

She returned completely dressed including her dress which didn't have a stain. She said "I put your undies in a plastic bag and in your briefcase. I don't want George to smell them when he drives you back to your car. I didn't notice the last few text messages from them. He'll be here in a couple minutes."

She sat on the coffee table to put her shoes back on and then they heard a car. George was there in a minute saying "You wouldn't believe the last hour! But everything worked out and our little lady is happy. Kevin, always keep the ladies happy. It's the secret to life, right dear."

Linda smiled indulgently at George. "Yes, George. And Kevin was very good to entertain me while you were gone. He's a polite young man."

George looked happy. "All right then. Let's get you back to your car Kevin. Come along."

Kevin grabbed his briefcase to hurry after but Mrs. Jones said loudly "Thanks for visiting us, dear." Then she kissed him on the cheek and whispered "and now you're not a virgin anymore."

A red faced Kevin chased Mr. Jones and wondered how she knew that.