0 comments/ 117656 views/ 10 favorites Mrs. Watson By: mangrove jack “Gee Mrs. Watson your beautiful.” Gloria Watson swung around to find young Tommy Jackson smiling at her. “Why thank you Tommy, what brought that on.” Tommy grinned, “I’ve been walking behind you here in the supermarket for the last five minutes. I couldn`t help saying what I was thinking. You have a beautiful body. Your legs are long and curvy. I like the way your bottom jiggles when you walk.” “My god you’re a cheeky young thing, telling an old married woman things like that,” she whispered. “You’re not old and being married doesn’t change the way you look, your sexy.” “How old are you Tommy?” she asked trying to change the subject. “I’m eighteen; I’m in Shelia’s class at school. She has the most beautiful mum in town.” Gloria Watson looked around to see if anyone was watching or listening to their conversation. She spied Sally Mooney heading towards them “here comes Mrs. Mooney,” she whispered. “All right, but your still the sexiest mum in town and I’m going to tell you so every time we meet,” he said as he waved to Mrs. Mooney and left. Gloria spoke to Sally Mooney for a while then continued shopping. She was surprised when from behind the refrigerated section Tommy whispered, “You really are very beautiful.” She looked around and saw that no one was near. Turning to Tommy she whispered, “thank you, but this has got to stop. We will get into trouble.” He smiled at her. “I would like to get you into trouble if you know what I mean. But honestly, I’ll never cause trouble for you; I just want you to know how I feel when I see you. It is hard to describe what you do to me. You are magnificent,” He blushed, “you make me horny.” “Stop it, you shouldn`t be talking like this,” she whispered. “Why? I think you are the horniest woman in town, I think it every time I see you. Why shouldn’t I tell you?” That evening Gloria Watson sat sipping a glass of red wine looking over at her husband Roy who was snoring in front of the TV. He never tells me I am sexy or that I make him horny, she thought as she recalled young Tommy Jackson’s words in the supermarket. She smiled to herself. It was nice to have someone admire her and tell her she was beautiful. It had been too long since anyone had paid her such lavish compliments. He is a cheeky young bugger she thought. He shouldn’t be talking about my legs and bottom or calling me horny. I am old enough to be his mother. As the evening wore on, she drank the rest of the bottle of wine. Her husband sleeping in his chair did not see her rub her hands over her pussy as she thought of the possibility of young Tommy trying to make love to her. Her heart skipped a beat would it be possible at her age to have a horny young lover. She slipped her dress higher and pulled her panties aside. She slid two fingers into her now moist pussy. She felt hot. Her face was flushed. Her finger rolled her clit making her legs straighten. Her fingers were moving faster. She was breathing heavy, watching to see that her husband did not waken. I haven’t done this since I was a kid, she thought, that young bugger got to me today. Her body moved to the beat of her fingers. She slid off her chair onto the floor. Her fingers kept working as she dreamed of young Toms hard body pressed to hers, A shudder hit her, “bloody hell I`m going to come,” she groaned. Her body jumped as she came, She was moaning aloud now her husband forgotten as she whispered, “oh Tommy, oh Tommy.” As she felt her moisture leak down on to her leg. Tommy was unaware of the effect his words and actions had had on Mrs. Watson. He was at the local old people’s nursing home. His mother worked at the home and Tommy called to pick her up after work whenever he could. In recent weeks, he had started talking to and old Asian man who always sat alone on the nursing home porch. Gradually they became good friends. Tommy brought him cigarettes and toilet items from the local supermarket as well as helping him walk in the garden while they waited for his mum to finish work One afternoon the old man questioned Tom about his love life. He expressed surprise when Tom reluctantly admitted he was a virgin. “You a virgin,” he said, “you’re young and handsome. You’re strong, you must want a woman.” “Oh, I want a woman all right,” Tom said, “but they don’t seem to want me.” “They will want you if you treat them right,” the old man had said with a laugh. “What do you mean treat them right?” “You must treat them with respect; make them feel they are special. Be confident, be a man but be gracious and loving. Every woman wants to know you think she is beautiful. She will sleep with you if you show her admiration and respect. Do not let her think you are only after sex. Make her believe you find her special”. Every afternoon he spoke of women and sex. “Don’t forget the older women. As they grow older, they see younger women that are more beautiful and feel lost. Their husbands gradually loose interest in them. They neglect them and forget to tell them how much they love them.” You try,” he whispered, when the head nurse went past. “Tell her. Her hair is nice.” Tommy smiled. “Hullo Mrs. Johnston is that a new hair do? You’re looking very nice today.” Mrs. Johnston, who rarely stopped and talked, stopped and pushed her hand up under her hair on her neck. “No, I haven’t done anything different,” she said as she looked at him closely. “Well you look great, there is something different about you.” She smiled warmly at them both. “Oh it must be my new perfume,” When she left the old man said, “That was fine but you can be more positive, put some feeling into it, make them believe you. Make them reluctant to leave your company. When they stop and talk start to introduce sex.” “I can’t do that with strangers. I can’t even do that with my dates “ “Yes you can, tell them they have a nice tan, or that you like their pearly white skin. Tell them you like women with long athletic legs Compliment them on looking so good. Everyone has some good points, great eyes, beautiful hair, big breasts. Compliment them on their good parts” Each afternoon Tommy practiced his compliments until he was sure that Ms Johnston and a few other staff deliberately went out of their way to stroll past where he and the old man sat. One of the younger nurses a redhead named Belinda made it obvious. More and more of her oversized breasts peaked out of her uniform after Tommy at the old mans urging had commented on them. “Lick your lips when you look at them,” the old man said. Tommy did and her response to his obvious desire for her breasts was apparent when she started to dress so he could clearly see the shape and size of her breasts. From then on, she wore blouses that always seemed to have more buttons undone. The next afternoon she walked into the garden. Tommy welcomed her. “You’re looking very beautiful today,” he said as his eyes roved over her breasts. She smiled and leant so he could see more, “Thank you Tommy you’re a real young gentleman.” He licked his lips, “you make me very excited.” “Do I now?” “Yes you have a beautiful body. I love your shape it makes me hot.” She looked around to see if anyone was watching. “You deserve a kiss for being so nice,” she said as she took his arm and lent into kiss him. Tommy kissed her back letting his hand fall on to her breasts,”oh,” she whispered, “that’s nice.” He took her words as a lead and ran his hand under her breast rolling his finger over her nipple. The homes PA system broke the quiet calling her to emergency. She kissed him again. “See you tomorrow,” she groaned as she ran to the path. “Now you know how women react to flattery,” the old man` said as she disappeared from view. He had been standing behind a tree watching. “Women rarely move first, they nearly always wait for the man. It will be a rare woman who will invite you out or tell you she wants you. Take your time, make them feel good and they will respond. Gloria Watson had always had an effect on Tommy. He thought she was beautiful. He was buying some things for the old man when he spotted her in the supermarket. She was the first woman outside of the nursing home that he had tried to chat up. When he returned to the home he told the old man, what he had done and how she had reacted. “Ring her tonight,” the old man said. “Tell her you could not forget how beautiful she looked. Say you could not get her out of your mind. Don’t hang on the phone to long, keep it short.” Gloria Watson lay on the floor recovering from her first orgasm in years when the phone rang. She crawled over to the phone to answer it before it woke her husband. A voice said, “You’re beautiful.” “Who is this?” she whispered looking over at Roy who was snoring with his mouth open “Its Tommy Jackson, I couldn’t forget how beautiful you looked today. I was sitting at home thinking of you and just had to ring and tell you” “Tommy,” she whispered looking at Roy. “You’re very beautiful,” he whispered. "Oh my." she groaned as she felt her juices flow. “Oh Tommy this is nice but you shouldn’t its wrong” she moaned her heart beating faster. “I can’t get you out of my mind you are georgous. So sexy. I am sitting here horny just thinking of you. You’re sexy legs and the way your breasts and bum move when you walk just makes me want to grab you and hug you. I’m so hard it hurts.” Gloria said nothing. She just groaned as she lay back on the floor inches from her husband and listened to this boy from her daughter’s class talk sex to her. A combination of the wine and his words made her want his cock. She ran her fingers through the hairs of her pussy probing and pushing until her two fingers slid in. Her other hand played with her nipples. The phone no longer held by her busy hands slipped from her shoulder and bounced onto the floor. She retrieved it quickly. “What was that?” he asked “Nothing,” she replied, as she smelt her come on her fingers. I want to see more of you, I want to touch you and kiss you all over,” he whispered. Roy rolled over and grunted, “My husband,” she gasped. “He’ll hear us.” “When will I see you?” Tommy asked. She looked at Roy still asleep, “you can’t, I can’t, it’s too dangerous.” “When are you going shopping tomorrow?” “After school, three thirty,” she said as she hung up. Tommy slipped down to the nursing home before going to the Mall. “Be careful,” the old man said, “She’ll be looking forward to seeing you. Don’t embarrass her. She will be worried about your age and her marriage.” “She will let you love her, if you respect her position. Show her by your actions that you will protect her reputation. She has a lot to loose. How you handle today will make or break your relationship.” As Tommy left he spoke firmly, “Don’t force the pace, just compliment her, make her feel special, and keep your hands off in public.” Gloria was nervous. The supermarket was full of friends and neighbors. Everyone seemed to want to stop and talk. She was surrounded when Tommy arrived. She saw him look at them and move away. She was glad he did not come near or try to speak when others were around. He has good sense, she thought to herself. No matter where she turned there always seemed to be someone she knew beside her. It was as though god had decided to protect her from herself. She took her time hoping that eventually she would be on her own. Finally, she gave up and headed for her car. There was a note on her windscreen. She looked around. No one was watching. Her heart skipped a beat. She knew it would be from Tommy. “Please drive up to the roof top car park. I want to talk to you.” No signature just the letter t. Her legs trembled as she sat and thought what she should do. I will drive up; if anyone is there, I will just keep driving she thought. Tommy had chosen the roof top car park because the supermarket workers mostly used it. They did not finish their shift until much later. So there was very little activity at this time. He sat in his old car waiting. She won’t come. She’s not interested in a kid like me, he decided as the minutes sped by. Then her car emerged from the darkness and crept slowly across the car park. He jumped out and waved, signaling her to park over in the shaded area away from the ramp and the stairs. He opened her door and jumped in the front seat. He looked at her realizing she was scared. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered. “You are more beautiful every time I see you. Don’t be scared no one will see us here. I won’t let any thing happen to hurt you. You are too precious.” “I couldn’t approach you when you were with others. I became so frustrated that I wanted to just walk up and kiss you. You are so fantastic it took me all my will power to stay away.” As he talked, his hands stroked her arms. He slid across in his seat until stopped by the center console. “I want to kiss you,” he whispered. Gloria’s heart was thumping in her ears. She knew she should not be parked up here with Tommy. Yet she did not pull away when he drew her to him. Her eyes met his, as his lips sought hers in a tentative kiss. They struggled but the seats kept them apart. They separated when their kiss did not satisfy either of them. “Let’s get in the back seat.” “Oh no,” she whispered, we can’t.” “I want to kiss you and I can’t reach you,” he cried. “Come over to my car it has a bench seat.” “No, please, no,” she cried. He looked into her eyes and saw she was really worried. He felt the chill in her voice and remembered what the old man had said. “Give her respect. Make her feel secure and she’ll love you.” He kissed her on the nose, “your right this is silly.” It is too public and you are scared. I want to love you. I want you to be happy. I won’t try to make you do things you don’t want to do.” He kissed her hand sucking on her fingers. “I’d like to be sucking something else,” he whispered, “but I must let you go.” He hopped out of the car and came around to her window. He leant in and kissed her his tongue entering her mouth. “Your beautiful, go home now. I will ring you tonight. When she hesitated he growled, “Hurry before I change my mind and attack you.” She laughed, “You would never do that.” He waved as he watched her drive away. “I fucking blew it,” he groaned as he walked to his car. Gloria couldn’t believe how Tommy turned her on. It was like being a teenager again. I am married; I shouldn’t be letting boys turn me on in car parks. She smiled and yelled aloud. “I’m horny and I love it.” Her panties were wet. Her face was flushed. She could smell her come. Her nipples still tingled. Dam it, she thought. I was so hot. I was ready to let him drag me in the back seat. I was scared, but horny as hell. I wanted that boy to fuck me. “Next time,” she smiled as she drove into her garage. She was happy. She kept saying to herself, “he was worried for me. He really was worried for me. Tommy is only a boy but he really loves me.” Roy was drunk. He did not eat dinner and retired early to his den to watch footy replays. Gloria sat by the phone. She made sure the den extension was switched off and waited. She had started to relax and opened a bottle of red wine when the phone startled her. “It’s me,” Tommy said when she answered. “I rang to apologize for this afternoon. I didn’t get a chance to tell you how beautiful you were and how hot you make me.” “I could work that out without being told,” she laughed. “Are you home alone?” he asked. “No Roy’s in his den and Shelia’s in her room.” “Can I come over?” “No don’t even try it. That’s far too dangerous.” “What are you wearing?” “I’m in my nightdress and my dressing gown.” What color is it?” “The night dress is red. It’s a teddy.” “What’s a teddy?” “It’s a shortie.” “Does it cover your pussy?’ She laughed “What a question. You are getting naughtier every moment.” “I’d like to be naughty with you, come outside and I’ll drive by and have a look at you luscious legs in that teddy.” Gloria was enjoying the exchange when Shelia flounced into the room and sat down. “Who are you talking to?” she asked. On the other end, Tommy smiled when Gloria said, “Just one of the girls.” “Well I’m off over to Sandra’s. I’ll stay the night if it’s late.” She kissed her mum and left. Gloria returned to the phone but there was no answer. She hung up and it rang again, “what happened?” she asked. “I was across the road in my car and had to disappear while Shelia left. She may have recognized my old bomb. “My god, where are you now?” “I’m over the road, down two or three house near the corner. Come on out and show me the teddy?” “No, behave, I shouldn’t have told you.” “Come out on the doorstep so I can look at you?” “Let me see if Roy’s asleep.” Gloria looked in the den. Roy was snoring in front of the TV a bottle of scotch half finished on his desk. “Bloody drunk again,” she groaned as she shut the door. She picked up the phone, “He’s asleep. I’ll come out and wave then you must go home.” She opened the front door and stepped outside looking down the street for his car. “I came over to get a closer look,” Tommy whispered from behind a nearby shrub. She swung around and spied him standing only feet away. “Get out of the light, the neighbors will see you,” she whispered. He took her hand, “come down here with me.” “Not here,” she whispered, “not on my front lawn it’s too dangerous.” He pulled her to him, “now for a proper kiss,” he whispered. He took her head in both hands and kissed her thoroughly. In recent years, Roy had never kissed her like they used to when they were courting. Tommy’s kiss was a courting kiss. It was a teenager lets get our clothes off and fuck kiss. His hands ran over her body. With no bra and only a short silk teddy to impede his progress, he quickly found her moist pussy and inserted a driving finger. “Steady sweetheart,” she moaned “not so rough.” Tommy remembered the old man’s advice to go steady. He kissed all over her face as he removed her dressing gown, spread it on the lawn and laid her down. He stood looking down at her magnificent breasts and hairy pussy. He stood where she could watch and slowly stripped off his clothes. She gasped when his thick young prick stood out in the moonlight. He knelt on the grass beside her and whispered, “I’m a virgin. I want to make love to you. I want to fuck you. Help me Mrs. Watson. Show me what to do. Teach me how to make you happy.” She pulled him down to lay beside her. “Let’s kiss. Everything flows from a kiss,” she whispered. Within minutes, his hands found her breasts. “Lightly lover,” she moaned. “Just touch my nipples lightly. Now run your hands under them, hold them up, and kiss them, nibble my nipples, don’t bite hard but suck them like you would a grape.” “Oh fuck,” Tommy cried. “I want to put it in you. I can’t wait.” “Yes you can. If you want to make me happy and want to do this again.” she moaned. Tommy was in heaven he loved the feel of a woman’s body and its response to his tongue and his kisses. Slowly she taught him how to love her body. Following her directions, he brought her to climax after climax with his tongue and fingers. Then he asked her to turn over on her hands and knees on her front lawn. “We have made love. Now I want to fuck you like and animal. Like a stallion rides a mare. Like a dog does a bitch. I want to pound you until you cry out, no more.” She looked back over her shoulder and smiled. “Stop talking and do it,” she cried. He knelt behind her and fed his rigid cock into her sloppy pussy. Grabbing her hair and pulling her head back he pushed in hard making her grunt. Mrs. Watson, I Presume All of the characters depicted in this story are 18 or over. Connie Watson really, really needed to use the washroom. The party at her best friend's house was in full swing and there was a long line up for the toilet off the living room. She didn't know if she could wait that long. Some of the guys were ogling her and making suggestive small talk as she waited around for her turn. She had gotten all dolled up for the evening, put on a short skirt, nylons and a tight satin blouse that was low cut and showed off a lot of her voluptuous chest. Her makeup and mane of red hair were artfully arranged to give her a freshly fucked look that she knew the boys found exciting. She may have been in her early forties but she still made the men turn and stare when she walked into a room and she enjoyed that. At any rate, she needed to go, so she headed upstairs to see if she could find someplace a little less congested. It didn't take long to find the other facilities. She walked down to the end of the hall and turned the handle of the door she presumed led to the upstairs washroom. She was right. But what she didn't expect to find was her best friend's son Brian just climbing out of the shower. "Oh! I'm sorry Brian..." Connie said..."I didn't know you were in here." Brian Evans recoiled in surprise to find his mother's friend confronting him as he stepped naked from the shower. For a moment he just stood there staring at her in amazement. "Uhhh!...Hello, Mrs. Watson!.." he stammered shyly. Connie's first impulse was to step back and close the door behind her. But then her eyes were drawn to Brian's dripping, naked figure. She knew he was young, probably just eighteen or nineteen, but she was struck by what a well toned young body he had. He was just standing there staring at her in surprise so she decided to have a little fun. She slipped into the bathroom and gently closed the door behind her. "Mrs. Watson!...What?...What are you doing here?..." Brian stammered awkwardly. His hand darted out for a towel which he hastily draped around his waist. "I just needed to go Brian. Don't mind me. I won't be a minute..." Connie said, as she reached up under her skirt and shimmied out of her scanty panties. She held them up so that Brian could see them and smiled as she watched him blush with embarrassment. "These must be ready for the wash. I've been dripping in them for the last half hour!" Brian seemed to be shell-shocked. He just stood there gaping at the attractive red head who appeared to be about to use the washroom right in front of him without any particular concern. Connie slowly squeezed past Brian as she lowered the seat to the toilet and made to sit down. "Just a sec and I'll leave..." Brian muttered as he stepped out of the tub and turned towards the bathroom door. "You don't have to go Brian..." Connie said sweetly. She hiked up her mini skirt, sat down quickly and took Brian's hand to keep him there. "Tell me what you're doing in school these days." "Nothin' special Mrs. Watson...Just the regular stuff...Playing a little sports...Trying to get through some exams...Find a girl to take out...You know..." Brian answered, trying with little success not to stare down Mrs. Watson's blouse at the big creamy tits that were on display there, right under his nose. Connie noticed the direction of his gaze and smiled inwardly. Not many men had the discipline to ignore the allure of her monumental breasts and certainly not a hormonal teenager like Brian. She was enjoying his attention and decided to tease him a little more. She leaned back and spread her legs a little wider, giving Brian a peek at the fleecy muff at the apex of her loins. "I would think a good looking guy like you would be beating the girls off with a stick." Connie teased. Brian was trying to be cool about this situation, but he was really nervous and also getting pretty excited. Mrs. Watson's tits were amazing, and she seemed unconcerned that she was giving him a glimpse of her hairy cunt. He knew he was staring and he felt like an idiot. He was thinking about bolting for the door but then the most amazing thing happened. Mrs. Watson started to pee. "Oohhhh!...she moaned, gripping his hand tighter..." I really needed this!..." she murmured to Brian in relief as her flow of urine slowly turned from a trickle to a stream. Connie decided to be totally brazen and cooly pulled up her skirt so that Brian could see. The blushing teen-ager couldn't tear his eyes away as he watched the jet of pee gush from Mrs. Watson's exposed pussy. There was something incredibly erotic about seeing the rush of fluid pour from her bushy cunt. There was no concealing the rigid boner that was now tenting the front of his towel. Connie Watson could see the effect she was having on young Brian and she decided to capitalize on it. She grit her teeth and managed to abruptly stop the flow. Then she gazed into Brian's eyes with a wicked smile. "Is that all?.." Brian asked in surprise. For all of her eagerness to use the facilities, Mrs. Watson seemed to be finished very quickly "No. There's more!..." she said in a quiet, sultry murmur as she stood up and used her satin panties to quickly wipe her glistening bush. "I still have to go!..." she said as she stepped up to Brian, reached down and slipped the towel from around his waist. "I have to go badly!...Do you want to watch some more?..." Connie purred, reaching down and closing her panty covered palm around Brian's jutting erection. "Ohhhh!...Ohh my Goddd!...: Brian gasped as Mrs. Watson squeezed his throbbing tool in her satin covered hand. "Ummm!...I think you do, don't you Brian?..I think it turns you on to watch me pee!... Doesn't it?.." Connie teased, watching Brian's cheeks turn a flaming crimson in response to her lewd question. But his boner twitched frantically under her pressing hand as she fondled him, betraying his feverish excitement. "Nooo!...I don't know!...It's not that!...Ohhh!..." Brian whimpered as Mrs. Watson tightened her fist on his cock and began to stroke him. "Is that a no or is that a yes Brian?..Tell me!..." "Nooo!...Yesss!...God Mrs. Watson!...Yesss!..." Brian moaned as Connie wickedly jerked his straining hard-on in her fist. "I thought so!...You've got a nice cock Brian!...It's so hard!...Watching me pee excites you!... I can see that!...What a nasty boy!..." Connie teased as she shifted the wide eyed youth around until he was backed up against the toilet. "Tell me Brian...are you a virgin?...." Connie murmured, releasing his cock and pressing the young man back until he was forced to sit on the toilet. She stood there, looking down at Brian with an amused smile while she waited for his answer. His turgid erection thrust up urgently from his groin as he looked up at the voluptuous curves of Mrs. Watson looming above him. When he didn't say anything, Connie hiked up her little skirt so that her hairy cunt was again on lewd display, this time right in Brian's wide eyed face. "Have you ever fucked a girl Brian?...I don't think you have, have you?...Would you like to?...Would you like to fuck me?..." Connie asked with a mischievous twinkle in her eye, lewdly fingering her slit in front of the mesmerized youth. "Unnnn!...Mrs. Watson!...I'm not!...I don't!...Oh my Godddd!.." he gasped as Connie straddled his knees. With her legs spread wide, she reached down and held his tool upright. She bent her knees until her meaty pussy lips spread around his bulging knob, sending an erotic jolt through them both. Connie leaned close so that her mouth was near his ear and she murmured... "Would you like to fuck an older woman baby?...It's right there!...It'd be so easy for you to slide your cock into me right now!...Do you want to Brian!...Do you want to put it in me?..." "Ohhhhhhh!....Naaaahh!..." Brian grasped as his engorged cock twitched frantically under the press of Mrs. Watson's searing pussy. "Mmmmm!...Your so hard baby!...I hope your mother doesn't walk in on us!...What do you think she would say if she found you fucking her best friend!...Fucking her really hard!...Jamming your big cock deep inside her best friend's tight pussy!...What do you think she'd say to that baby?.." Mrs. Watson taunted, rocking back and forth over Brian's lap, dragging the tip of his seething erection back and forth through her succulent vaginal lips. "Oh my God!..." Brian yelped as his balls knotted up with unbearable excitement. Reflexively he reached out to grab Mrs. Watson's provocatively heaving breasts. Connie grabbed his wrist with her free hand before he touched her and sneered at him..." Not so fast sweetheart! We'll do this my way!..." She looked around and saw just what she was looking for. Still holding on to Brian's wrist she slowly raised up off his lap. She let his wrist go as she stood in front of him and said..." Put your arms down and bring your feet back under you." Brian was totally lost in a fog of nervousness and excitement. Without questioning the red-headed temptress, he did what Connie told him to do. There was a hair dryer in a big, transparent plastic bag on the sink. She reached over and grabbed the hair dryer out of the bag. Then she crouched down beside Brian and grabbed his hands. "What are you doing?..." Brian asked in confusion. "Hold still sweetheart!..." Connie instructed as she worked on his wrists and his ankles. In just a few quick seconds she had tied his wrists together below the toilet tank and tied his ankles to his wrists with the cord from the hair dryer. She stood up, looked down at the helpless teenager and smiled wickedly into his surprised gaze. "Why did you do that?..." Brian asked as he tried unsuccessfully to twist out of the tightly binding cords. "You'll see baby!...You'll see!..." Connie said in a breathy murmur. As he watched her nervously, Connie slowly undid another button on her low cut shirt and pulled back her shoulders. Her huge bra encased tits thrust out over the taut neck line of her satin blouse. "I"m going to take really good care of you!...You and that big cock of yours. I just don't want you to spoil the fun..." she teased, looking around for her panties. They were beside the toilet. She bent over in front of him, letting her big tits dangle provocatively in front of his face. With one hand she reached down and clasped his still rigid erection, making Brian moan with excitement. With the other she picked up her panties and dangled them in front of him. "I'm so wet for you baby!... So hot and wet and so are my panties!....Smell them! ..." Connie offered, sensuously jacking Brian off as she teased his face with her moist, pungent panties. "Lick them!...Taste them!..." she taunted, working him over with practiced skill. "Ummmm!...Ohhhh!..." Brian moaned as the strong scent of Mrs. Watson's cunt filled his nostrils. Even tied up as he was he couldn't help hunching up into her lewdly pumping hand. His mouth opened and he tentatively began to mouth the damp satin strip that was gliding over his lips. "Aren't you the naughty boy, eating out my panties!...Do you like the taste sweetheart? ... Do you like the taste of all that sweet girl juice?...You can have all you want when you eat my pussy!... I'll give you all the hot girl goo you can swallow!..." Connie taunted as she gently pressed more and more of her greasy panties into Brian's suckling mouth. Brian closed his eyes as he sucked eagerly on the sodden satin material filling his mouth. His hips were hunching up feverishly into Connie's smoothly stroking fist. His arousal soared and the come threatened to erupt at any moment from his balls. Then all of a sudden his eyes popped open. Mrs. Watson had stopped jacking him off, and released his cock. His turgid shaft was twitching frantically as it waved about obscenely upright from his groin. "I think you're getting a little too excited aren't you baby?... We don't want you coming before I'm ready..." With that Connie reached over and grabbed an elastic hair tie that was on the sink. She twisted it into a small O and snapped it around the root of Brian's engorged erection where it sunk in deeply. "Ummmm!...Mmmmph!..." the surprised young man moaned gutturally through the satin panties that filled his mouth. He now realized that the sodden material was effectively gagging him. For good measure Connie grabbed another elastic tie and snapped it tightly around the top of Brian's scrotum. His come churning balls bulged out excruciatingly below the tightly cinching elastic. Both his cock and balls took on a livid crimson hue as the blood pounded in his constricted genitals. "That's much better!...Now we can really have some fun!.." Connie teased, reaching out and slowly dragging her sharp nailed fingers down Brian's chest. He winced and shuddered as her sharp nails snagged his nipples. "Mmmmm!...Ummmm!...Ummmm!..." he moaned more loudly, trying to indicate to Mrs. Watson that he wanted her to take the panties out of his mouth and unbind his aching cock and balls. But the sound of his moans could hardly be heard through Connie's balled up panties. "When I'm done with you baby, you'll be walking bow legged for a week, I promise!..." Mrs. Watson murmured, ignoring Brian's muffled plea. "I know how to take good care of little boys like you!..." She reached out and sank her nails into both of his nipples, making Brian writhe uncomfortably. The statuesque red head smiled at his distress and moved in closer so that her pussy was once again grinding into his aching tool. Torrid thrills washed through her as her friend's son's big cock slid back and forth under her seething loins. "Naaaaa!...Naaaa!...Gaaa!..." Brian panted hoarsely. "Ummmmm!..." I can hardly wait to get this big cock of yours inside me sweetheart!..." Mrs. Watson purred. Then she noticed something else on the sink that interested her. She writhed on his cock while tormenting his throbbing nipples for another few moments while Brian whimpered beneath her. Then, without getting off his lap, Connie reached over and grabbed a hair brush off the counter. It was one of those metal cylinders on a handle that had sharp, one inch bristles that you would use for untangling very matted hair. But at this moment Connie had another use in mind for this handy tool. She slid backwards onto her knees so that she was kneeling in front of Brian. Looking into his anxious eyes, she forced his already spread knees further apart and leaned in close to his still rampant erection. "I'll bet all those young girls at school are all over you, aren't they lover?...But can you handle a real woman?...Let's see!..." And with that Connie steadied Brian's pulsing erection against his stomach. She took the hair brush, laid it across the base of his tool and pressed down heavily on the handle. With her free hand she reached under him and took one of his nuts that was bulging obscenely from his bound scrotum, between her thumb and forefinger. Then she started rolling the hair brush up his cock while exerting a vicious squeeze on his defenseless testicle. "Naaaa!...Unnnnn!...Nnnnnn!...." Brian cried in a muted sob. He bucked helplessly as an excruciating agony wracked his groin. A cold sweat burst from his forehead as the smiling red head carelessly abused him. He tried to close his legs together to shield his vulnerable groin but Mrs. Watson had bound him too securely for that. "You like that? Is that what you said? Did you say please Mrs. Watson can I have some more? Why of course you can sweetheart! You can have all you want!.." Connie whispered with a lewd wink at the terrified young boy. Then she slowly rolled the stabbing hairbrush up the underside of Brian's cock again, pressing down hard so that each bristle made a miniscule puncture in his drum taut flesh. At the same time she jammed his testicle up into his bony groin with her sharp edged fingernail. Brian thought he would pass out as an excruciating wave of nausea washed through his loins. He squirmed frantically, and his erection took on an angry scarlet color as Connie worked him over. "Naaaaaaaaaaa!...." Brian shrieked into the gagging panties, twisting and shuddering in pain as Mrs. Watson deliberately abused his pulsing tool. The way he was bound, he was totally helpless in her hands and Connie was loving it. She rolled the hairbrush down his tool once more. "I'll bet that really hurts doesn't it lover?..." she asked with a sinful chuckle. Connie took his scarlet shaft in her hand and squeezed it repeatedly like she was taking Brian's blood pressure. Of course his abraded flesh was agonizingly sensitive at this point and her squeezing hand hurt horribly. "Mmmmmppfff!....Gnnnn!...NNNnnnn!..." Brian choked and coughed into the wadded panties that were gagging him. But Connie ignored his plaintive whimpers and watched the knob of his cock turn into a massive, shiny dome of engorged flesh above her wringing fist. Her eyes sparkled merrily as she raised the sharp bristled hair brush and looked up in amusement into Brian's tear filled eyes. "Look at how red and swollen your big cock is baby!...I'll bet you're really, really sensitive there right now aren't you?..." Standing up Connie leaned over so that her big satin covered tits brushed Brian's face. Her shining eyes bore into his as she clutched his scarlet tool in one hand and the wicked hair brush in the other. "Nnnnoooo!...Naaaa!...Peeeassse!..." he cried frantically, tears of fear and pain starting to run down his cheeks. He prayed that Mrs. Wilson wasn't going to use the brush on him the way it looked like she was going to. "Don't worry lover!...I wouldn't hurt you!...I promise!!.." Connie purred, biting her lip with excitement as she tightened her already cruel grip on his inflamed cock. Then she lashed out viciously at his livid knob with the spiky hair brush. "Naaaaa!..." Brian roared, bucking frantically. It felt like Mrs. Watson was attacking his flesh with a searing razor. "Shhhh!...Don't be such a baby!..." she murmured. She waited a few beats then slammed his cock head once more making poor Brian cry and jump again. "Yes!...Yes!...Ummm!...Ummm Hmmm!..." she chanted, slapping his bloated knob again and again and again until his cock crown was a swollen, angry purple. "Naaahhhhhh!...." Brian cried almost continuously, the tears streaming down his cheeks now as his cock throbbed in excruciating pain. Mrs. Watson puckered a mocking kiss at Brian as she once again straddled the trembling young man who she held at her mercy. With her fist closed around his shaft just beneath its head, Connie pulled Brian's tenderized cock straight up from his groin as she shimmied forward and then hunkered down. As he whimpered beneath her she guided his cringing knob into her moist center. "I think you're ready for me now, aren't you baby?.." she murmured, dropping down on the gasping young man until her swollen labia slipped over his crown and enfolded the upper part of his turgid shaft. She held herself steady just like that with her juicy cunt hovering on the end of his agonized tool. "Ohhhhhhhh!....Nnnnn!....Nnoooo!..." Brian gasped as the scorching heat of Mrs. Watson's cunt seared the end of his tortured meat. As painful as his engorged and seething flesh was, an electrifying current of excitement jolted through his groin at the feel of the silky pussy sheathing his tool. Connie watched his eyes intently as she balanced on the end of his cock, swiveling her smoldering pussy on the top couple of inches of his erection. She smiled as she felt his already enormous tool growing even bigger inside her cunt mouth in response to her lewd fucking. "Do you like that baby?...The way I'm fucking you?...The way I take your big cock in my hot little pussy?...Do you like it?...Do you want me to make you come inside me like this?..." Mrs. Watson, I Presume "Nnnna!...Naaaa!,,,Mmmmph!..." Brian moaned in excitement. Connie could feel him straining upwards beneath her even though he really couldn't move very much. Biting her lower lip and half closing her eyes with her own excitement, Connie hunched down onto Brian's engorged flesh, stripping her seething pussy down the entire length of his veiny shaft. "Oooooo!...Naaaa!...MMmmmm!..." Brian cried as he arched upwards into Mrs. Watson's slippery, squeezing vagina. His come was seething and his balls were as tight as a knot as she worked him closer and closer to his orgasm. Connie knew exactly how close she had him to coming and she was ready to make his first come one that he would never forget. She reached over to the sink and grabbed a pair of nail scissors on the counter. She reached beneath her and snipped the elastic that was binding Brian's balls. "Unggghhhhh!...Naaaa!..." the straining young man gasped in agonized excitement. His aching testicles became drum taut in his groin. Helplessly he lunged upwards again, driving his angry tool feverishly into the red head's enticing vagina. Connie smiled to feel his rigid cock expand even further under the press of her smoldering pussy. She dropped down into Brian's lap like a stone, impaling herself completely on his livid shaft. "Aaahhhh!...Naaaa!..." Brian cried gutturally as Mrs. Watson's cunt sheathed him like a second skin. He strained upwards even more into her seething loins if that were possible. "Shhhhh, baby!...See what I've got for you!..." Connie purred as she tipped her head back and bore down on Brian's cock. For a moment Brian didn't realize what was happening. He remained perfectly rigid as a scorching heat washed over his groin. His abraded cock flesh was suddenly screaming in agony and Brian could only gasp and moan in distress into the gagging panties stuffed into his mouth. Then he realized that Mrs. Watson was peeing. Connie looked down at him with a wicked smile as her urine started to splash into the toilet bowl beneath them. Brian looked back at her with wide eyed amazement as an incendiary heat washed over his genitals. His cock was deep in this older woman's womb as she released her streaming piss all over him. She held the nail scissors poised at the elastic that still cinched Brian's angry cock. Brian didn't know what to do or think. This was beyond the most obscene thing he had ever imagined. He closed his eyes and moaned in dismay and arousal as Mrs. Watson's hot piss drenched his whole groin. His cock couldn't stand all the agonizing sensations the wanton older woman was putting him through for a minute longer. He hunched upwards reflexively into the molten heat that bathed his loins. "Ummm!...Are you going to come baby?...Look at me Brian!...I want you to look at me when you're coming inside me!..." Connie purred, snipping the elastic that was drawn excruciatingly taut around the root of his cock. "Naaaa!...Aaaa!...Gaaaa!..." Brian roared and gasped gutturally as his balls lurched hard and a furious flow of pre-come began to stream from his knob ahead of his imminent orgasm. "Come baby!...Come inside me!..." Connie purred, grinding on Brian's towering erection with wicked intent. "You're going to come so hard!...Look at me Brian!...Look at me!..." Brian opened his eyes to see the voluptuous older woman leaning closer to him with a wanton grin and holding the transparent plastic bag she had grabbed from the sink. He had no idea what she was going to do but he was so excited that he didn't care. His eyes started to close as he thrust up into Mrs. Watson's leeching pussy with feverish excitement. Connie smiled at him, knowing how frantic he was about to become. She pulled the plastic over his head and twisted the opening of the bag tightly closed around his neck. Brian's eyes shot open wide and he gasped behind his panty gag. Immediately the soft plastic molded itself to his face. He positively could not breathe and a frozen terror gripped him. He struggled frantically against his bonds but it was no use. Mrs. Watson had tied him too well. He was transfixed by the red head's ironic smile as she stared at him through the plastic bag. At that moment a fiery rope of come jetted from his cock. It was like that instant was frozen in time. "Ummmmmmm!..." Connie murmured in approval as that first spurt bathed her seething womb. She waited expectantly for the deluge of sperm that she knew was about to follow. "Ummmmmff!...Naaaa!...Nnnnnn!...." Brian sputtered as his come began to surge from his loins. "Ummm Hmmmm!...Yessss!..." Connie Watson cooed at the feel of Brian's big dick jerking and spewing inside her. She let her hand drift up to stoke his face through the plastic as she smothered him. He was coming so violently that she thought his spine would crack. Brian's heart beat frenziedly in his chest as his orgasm reached another level and his whole body began to convulse. The fiery bursts of sperm spurted from his cock in an almost continuous stream and jetted into Mrs. Watson's coaxing pussy. The room was beginning to swim for him as his brain was starved of oxygen. "Ohhhh!...Yesss!...Ummm Hmmm!...That's it!...Come inside me!...I can feel you coming!...Ummm!...So hottt!...Your come's so hot!..." Connie murmured as Brian's sperm flooded her. Brian's lungs felt they would burst and he thrashed about futilely. But his orgasm was so violent it was sapping him of his will to struggle. He could see Mrs. Watson looking deeply into his eyes and all he could think of was getting deeper and deeper into her molten center and coming and coming and coming. "Mmm Hmmm!...Mmmm Hmmm!...Give it to me baby!...Come for me!...Give me all you've got!..." Connie encouraged, writhing on Brian's spewing cock. "Nnnnn!....Mmnnnn!...Mmmffff!..." the young man began to sob through the gag and the plastic. He couldn't breath though he still bucked upwards like he was being electrocuted. Though his eyes were wide open, he could barely see. All that he could focus on was the erotic sensation of his cock shooting over and over into Mrs. Watson's incendiary cunt. "Yessss!...Ahhhhh!...That's it!...You're so deep inside me baby!...Your come is leaking out!....Ohhhh!.. Yeahhh!... That's it!...Shoot all that nasty boy come in my hot pussy baby!..." Connie knew exactly what she was doing. Brian's hot come jetting into her womb triggered her own orgasm and her smile broadened as her cunt began its own series of wracking contractions. She was enjoying watching the veins begin to bulge in Brian's forehead and neck as she deliberately smothered him. His mouth and nose were flared against the plastic and his eyes were dilated wildly. But she was making him come with an intensity that she knew he would never achieve again unless he found someone who knew as many tricks as she did. She was going to make sure she milked him dry. "Mmmmfff!!!...Ahhhh!...Naaaa!..." he gasped madly as bright lights exploded before his eyes. He could just vaguely make out Mrs. Watson still smiling at him. It began to feel to Brian like it was someone else's cock that was coming inside Mrs. Watson's clutching vagina. Everything else was melting away. Still holding the plastic tight around his neck, Connie began to ride his cock in time with her orgasm. She jerked her sheathing cunt up his cock then dropped down on him like a stone and shimmied in his lap until he fired another jet of searing come deep inside her. She'd wait, still writhing on his engorged meat then raise up quickly, hover, then slam down on him and grind him through another wrenching spasm. "Aaaaahhh!...Aaaahhh!...Nnoooo!..." he moaned and cried ever more weakly as Mrs Watson stripped his come from him like she was wringing out a dishrag. Eventually his upthrust loins relaxed and he slumped down onto the toilet seat. Connie continued to hammer away at his groin until her own spasms began to diminish. It took her a minute to realize as she thrust down on Brian's still steel hard tool that he was no longer coming inside her. She stayed where she was for a moment longer, savoring the aftermath of her orgasm then she sat up straight and removed the plastic bag from Brian's face. He was totally still beneath her. Connie reached into his mouth with her outstretched fingers and pulled out her sodden panties. Still he didn't move. Connie smiled at his motionless figure. She deftly dismounted his still quivering erection and watched for a sign of life from the supine young man. Still he didn't move. Connie reached down between his splayed legs and took one of his testicles between her thumb and forefinger. She pressed that little nugget sharply and was rewarded with a wracking gasp from Brian. "Naaaaa!...Waaaaaa!..." he moaned without opening his eyes. Connie smiled and fisted his balls. Watching closely for his reaction, she closed her little hand on those tender orbs and squeezed them brutally. "Naaaaa!....Ohhhh!.....Nooo!...." Brian choked and gasped, his eyes flying open in pain. Feebly he squirmed and twisted against his bonds under Connie's punishing hand. "Come back baby!...Come back and tell me that you love me!..." Connie murmured, as she tightened her relentless grip on him. "Naaaaa!...Nooo!...Don'ttt!..." Brian cried weakly, his eyes popping and his limbs twitching as Connie deliberately compressed his excruciating nuts in her clenching fist. "Nnaaaa!...Noooo!...Mrs. Watson!..." he pleaded pitifully. Connie released the writhing, whimpering youth, gathered up her panties and straightened herself up. "It was fun sweetheart!... Remember me to your mother!...I'll send her up!..." she said with a mocking kiss at Brian. She unlocked the door and left the bathroom. "Wait!...Mrs. Watson!...Come back!.." Brian called faintly, still writhing against his bonds. And then he passed out again. Connie wondered with a smile who was going to find her best friend's naked young son and untie him. Mrs. Watson Her arms buckled and she started to fall forward. He pulled her back by her hair. “Fuck your body up at me,” he demanded. They fucked wildly until he let her hair go and grabbed both breasts. She squealed as he pinched and pulled her nipples still pounding his cock in and out to the hilt and then back to the edge time and time again.. Just when they were gaining a momentum, he let go of her breasts, slipped his fingers down to pinch her clit making her growl aloud and buck her body against his fingers. He smiled. “you like that don’t you?” She groaned “yesss.” Her voice and breath jolted by his ramming cock. He kept up the pressure rolling his finger round and round on her clit until she moaned, “I’m coming.” “Hang on,” he said quickening his pace. “Let me join you.” They groaned together her body shuddering, his legs straightening, as he flooded his young load in to a mother’s pussy. Gradually they slowed. Sweat mixed together on their bodies as they slumped together still joined like dogs on heat. They slowly regained their breath and lay kissing and stroking each other. Gloria looked up at him. “That was awesome. I have never been fucked like that before. I can`t believe you are an eighteen year old virgin. You were like a roman god you filled me and fucked me. I’ll never be satisfied with another man again.” “Don’t worry,” he whispered, “you won’t need another man,” as he slipped his already hard cock back into her pussy.