2 comments/ 29348 views/ 10 favorites Watching Over By: VincentC Looking at him, she couldn't help but take in the sight. His toned body, so slim and fit. Even while he was sleeping, his muscles seemed to ripple. He slept atop the blankets so there wasn't much left to the imagination. She tried to resist it but it was impossible not to - he was right there in her living room! Such a thing of beauty, she thought as she admired him. She just couldn't help herself - she was human after all. Slinking closer for a better look, she was disappointed that this was the last day she could admire him. Having him stay with her all week had been good for her. She had needed the company. Her thoughts went back to last night's dream. It was so vivid that her mind was still fuzzy. She had woken up horny and all she wanted was a better look. She figured there was no harm in a better look, it's still just a looking. A board creaked under her feet as she approached the futon. She gulped hard, pausing. Thankfully, he was still sleeping soundly. His heavy breathing continued to come in a sleepy rhythm. Such a handsome young man, she mused. I'll just take a closer look. At least, that's what she kept telling herself. It had been so long, and that dream had left her in such a state. Masturbating had only made her condition worse. She hasn't had a dream like it in years. Just a look wasn't going to hurt anything. "Just a peek," she told herself under her breath in reassurance. Her heart raced wildly now, she could barely breathe. "Close enough now." She watched silently as it twitched inside its silky covering. The fabric strained against his size. He murmured something in his sleep and she froze. His breathing had not changed. She breathed another sigh of relief, sliding closer still. She could make out the shape. It was a long thick shaft with a large mushroom head. She admired it, she admired him. Instinctually, she reached for it. She was simply mesmerized, holding her hand millimeters away. It pulsed wildly through the fabric as if reaching out for her. She chuckled to herself as she watched its struggle. Ever so lightly, she traced its outline through the fabric. Reminiscing, she compared it to the ones she had seen in the past. It was so much bigger, it seemed unreal. She wanted to touch it, to see if it felt as big as it looked. Just a light touch won't hurt anything, he'll never know, she reasoned as it strained against the fabric. Gently resting her hand on his shaft, she monitored his breathing carefully. Thankfully there was no change. She would just rest her hand on it lightly, just hold it briefly. It had been so long since she had held a man's cock. She could feel his heat, his pulse. More memories flooded her mind. She began to feel warm. Knowing this was wrong, she lingered longer than she had intended. She wanted more, she needed more. She had noticed the way he had been staring at her all week. She saw how his eyes would shift to her boobs when he didn't think she was looking. She had even caught him checking her out on multiple occasions. She could feel his gaze on her ass when he walked behind her. She could swear her panties in the laundry had been moved. She wondered if he was dreaming of her. Feeling confident that he was sleeping soundly, she smiled to herself and decided to give him something to dream about. Slowly and carefully, she slid her pinky finger through his fly. She listened carefully. making sure his breathing hadn't changed. She could now feel the soft, smooth flesh of his cock. She released a long low breath. Oh, so soft, she remembers as she runs her finger along the soft flesh of his cock. So soft, and so big! She can feel a vein as she pets his supple flesh with her finger. His breathing picked up, but he was still sleeping. Feeling bolder and consumed by lust she tenderly, carefully, unfastened the ivory buttons of his boxers. The flap slips open with ease. She slipped her entire hand through the flap. She just wanted to feel it. It's ok to feel it as long as he doesn't know, he'll never know, she reasoned to herself. Her heart was pounding and she was practically shaking with adrenaline. She felt the rush of excitement consuming her. She monitored his breathing again, but there was no change. She wrapped her hand around his shaft and marveled at its size! She couldn't even get her hand completely around it! She lightly traced its outline, her small hand stopping at the head trying to gauge its girth. He let out a sigh, and she froze and contemplated running. His cock pulsed wildly against her grip. She listened closely. She could hear her own heart pounding but his breathing had not changed. He was still asleep. She felt weak in the knees. Lust filled and emboldened, she could no longer stop herself. Bit by bit, gently, she pries the monster from its silky confines. It dwarfs her hand and pulsed in the open air. She admired it in all it's beauty. It was perfect! She fingered the light blue veins running along its underside. Its large helmet-shaped head salutes her. Such a sound sleeper, she thought as she leaned in to take a closer view. She could smell his musky scent. Inhaling deeply, more memories flood her mind. It's been such a long time. She needs this; she has needed this for a while. Holding him and lightly stroking his yielding flesh, she felt warm all over. Her nipples strained against the light fabric of her nightgown. She fondled his testicles and they rolled around beneath her touch. She was overwhelmed by the feelings she has not felt in such a very long time. Her second hand joined the first. She paused to listen but his breathing had not changed. She no longer cared if it did. His length was so massive! She stroked him more aggressively and he moaned in his sleep. Her heart felt like it was going to explode. She could hear her own excited breathing as she increased her grip, knowing she could wake him any second. Her heart was racing wildly. His head was too big for her grip. She opened her hand and ran her fingers over the tip, sticky pre-cum clings to a fingertip. She pulled her finger away and the sticky fluids string from the tip to her finger. She stuck her finger in her mouth because she had to taste him. It had to have been the largest cock she had ever seen. Thick and long, she couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like inside her. Lust had completely taken over. She needed more, had to have more. Slowly and with excited breaths, she moved closer. It was pulsing wildly just inches from her face. His scent was overpowering. She blew warm breath against it. It pulsed, as if answering a silent call. She watched his face, so peaceful. She turned her head and gave him a long slow lick. He moaned another low moan. She smirked at the dream he must be having. She embraced the familiar taste before blowing another warm breath on his moistened manhood. One more lick and I'll stop, she reasoned with herself. She felt dizzy. Realizing she had crossed the line, she licked his enormous manhood. She pulled her night gown over her head, tweaking her nipple and rubbing her clit through her moistened panties. She hissed at the much needed pleasure. Her grip returned to the base of his cock and she slowly stroked him. He shifted his body but still slept soundly. She leaned in to blow another hot breath but she couldn't help herself. Will it fit. she wondered. She leaned closer and sucked gently on the head of his cock. It reminded her of a large warm plum. She opened as wide as she could, taking the entire head into her mouth. She sucked gently and flicked her tongue across the bottom of his head. She smirked as a low moan escaped his lips again. She flicked her tongue along his head again and worked more of it in, stroking him with her hand as she does. She lightly sucked and looked at his face. He was no longer sleeping. She sucked harder and attempted to stuff as much of him in her mouth as she could. She gagged, pulling back up and sucking hard, she was on a mission. Her hand was working feverishly on his lower shaft. She examined his face again. His eyes were wide and he was staring at the ceiling. She didn't even care. "Ahhhhh....." is all he says in a helpless voice. She sucked harder and increased her grip. He ran his fingers through her hair. "God Catherine, that feels amazing!" She attempted to work his length down her throat, adjusting the angle of her head to fight the gag reflex. After several attempts, she felt her throat stretch and her nose is inches from his pubic hair. "Ohhhhhh!" he moaned. She grinned and released his cock with a loud plop. It pulsed wildly and she watched her saliva trickled down it's length. She panted and attempted to catch her breath. Their eyes meet and a look of surprise travels across his face. She smirked to herself and resumed her assault on his gargantuan cock. He moaned in approval as she deep throated him. "Ohhhhh.......God!" He shifted on the futon. She cupped his balls. Gagging a bit, she adjusted and sucked harder. Loud slurping noises mixed with grunts were emanating from her throat as she mouth fucked him. Her carnal instincts had completely taken over. "Ohhh....... God.......!" is all he says. She could feel his load building and pulled off, panting as she caught her breath. "You have a fantastic cock Billy!" She said with labored breath, saliva cascading from his cock to her mouth. She used it to lubricate her strokes and began sucking and flicking the soft underside of his cock again. He lifted his hips and began humping her mouth. Experience told her he was getting very close. She tightened her grip and stroked harder and faster. Her arm was beginning to hurt right as he started to tense up and gasp. "Ahhhh....ohhhhhhhh......" She felt the first burst hit the back of her throat. That was followed by a second, a third, a fourth. She gagged at the quantity. She couldn't swallow it all fast enough. Gasping for air, she opened her mouth and a cum saliva cocktail ran down his shaft. She stroked him a few more strokes before licking him clean. He stared at the ceiling, exhausted and dumbfounded. "Oh my god!" he says again. I still have it, she smiled to herself. She looked up to her best friend's son. "I'm not Catherine sweetie." Watching Over Ch. 02 "That felt amazing Mrs. Radcliff!" "Please, call me Pat. You've got a nice cock William." She told him in a motherly voice as she fondled his withering member. "Catherine is a very lucky girl." There was a long silence. She started to get up, suddenly overwhelmed with guilt. Guilty for betraying her best friend, guilty for betraying Bobby, guilty for doing what she knew was wrong. Her breath caught in her mouth, she froze as she felt his hand touch her breast. "She's afraid of it............." He confesses, fondling her breast, tweaking her nipple. She says nothing. "All she will do is jerk me off, she might suck on the head if I'm lucky." He explains. "We tried to have sex but I couldn't get it in her........" She rose from her squatting position and sat beside him on the futon. "Oh sweetie.........." Patricia consoled him, rubbing his head. She runs her hand along his cheek and takes his head in her hands in a motherly way. She holds him and leans down to kiss him in the forehead. She feels confused with her motherly instincts mixed with lust but she does what feels right. He stilled resembled the boy she helped her friend raise. He never had a dad, didn't even know him. Only that boy is now in a man's body. He was on spring break, it was his senior year. Clair had asked her let him stay at her house knowing full well she couldn't leave him unsupervised. With the recent passing of his grandparents, she really had no choice. He was eighteen but she did not trust him home alone, at least not yet, not with Catherine up the street. With much arguing, she dropped him off to stay with the only person she trusted. They had been thick as thieves in college. She was so apologetic when she dropped him off, not realizing this week was the 2nd anniversary of Bobby's death. "I'm sorry, you're the only person I trust to leave him with." Her friend's voice still reverberated in her head. "The only person who I trust to leave him with....." Pat though as she stood to leave the room. Her friend's voice echoing though her mind, she was suddenly racked with guilt. Her trance was broken with "You have a nice body Pat, I've always thought so." Billy confessed, staring at her like she hadn't been stared at in years. She covered herself even though it made her feel good; she had long since forgotten how it felt to be complemented. She had spent so much time taking care of Bobby, she had forgotten. After she had lost him she hadn't felt like doing anything. She missed him every day and felt guilty for being glad it was all over....... "Thank you dear." She smiled. "Good genes I suppose......." She blushed. She lost nearly everything to medical bills. Her small apartment was all she could afford. She was embarrassed that she could didn't even have a second bedroom. She was at an all-time low as far as self-esteem. She HAD actually noticed his stares, had even started dressing sexier because of them. If anything, the past week had been what she needed. It made her feel like a woman again. She had smiled more than she had in a long time. At 42 she still looked younger than most 32 year olds. She had lost a lot of weight dealing with Bobby's medical problems. With the stress, the funeral, and now the bills, food just didn't sound good most of the time. She was as slim as she was in college. She glanced at his cock; it was still semi hard and was starting to grow again. "Well sweetie, let's not tell your mom about this, ok." "Oh I won't Pat. I won't!" he promised, hurriedly scooting to the edge of the futon. "Um, do you think we can......Um, I mean......" He looked at the floor. "Oh sweetie, we shouldn't. What I did was wrong." "It didn't feel wrong to me." He said quietly, looking up at her pleadingly. She admired him even though she knew she should leave the room. His broad shoulders, his toned body, those defined pecks. "We shouldn't" she said hoarsely, taking a step back, bumping into the wall. He stood and approached her. "I promise I won't tell....." His body towered over her. She did not move. "We shouldn't Bobby." She whispers, looking at the floor. She felt overwhelmed as He moved closer, stooping down and hugging her. "I promise I won't tell." He says as he towers over her small body. She instinctually pulls away but with a halfhearted effort. "We shouldn't........" her words trail off as he makes a move to kiss her. His kiss lands half on her mouth, half on her cheek. She does not move or resist. His lips feel good. She needs this...... He pulls away slightly. "We..." Her words stop when their lips meet. At first she does not kiss back, but the sensation is too much. As if an animal had taken control, she finds herself lost in the kiss. Shivers run up her spine. He takes her in his arms, lifting her, she straddles him. He lifts her against the wall as they kiss, she shifts to get more comfortable, feeling his enormous cock pulsing between their bodies. They continued to kiss more and more passionately. Pulling away for a breather, she says, "Sweetie?" she slides down his smooth body and takes his engorged cock in her hand. She admires it again, stroking it a few times before looking up to him lovingly. "Let's go to the bedroom. " There is huskiness in her voice. She takes him by the hand, he eagerly follows. Inside the door, she turns to face him. Her hand finds his cock, she strokes him with an underhanded stroke. Reaching up with her free hand, she places it behind his head, pulling him towards her. She rises to meet his kiss. She smirks at the fact that she can barely reach him even with him stooping. He smiles back and cups a breast as they kiss. He pinches her nipple, rolling it between his fingers. "Mmmmmm................" She says sighs uncontrollably, pushing her chest against him. He stoops to his knees and begins sucking her left nipple. Her knees nearly buckle in response. She sits on the bed for support. "You have really nice tits" He tells her under his breath. She was proud of them, Bobby paid for them to be lifted right before he was diagnosed with cancer. They were plenty big but at 34 C, they really filled out her small frame. They had always sagged a little but since the lift, her tits were perkier than most 20 year old girls. Her nipples were large and sensitive, she had always enjoyed having them sucked and fondled. She gasps in pleasure......... "Oh Billy!........." she hisses as he sucks her other nipple hard, biting it slightly. She loved it, she needed it...... He alternating back and forth; hungrily devouring her chest. She felt his hand between her legs and spread her thighs to allow him easier access. Her panties are absolutely soaked. She arches her back and leans back. "Ahhhhh.......... " His large fingers rub her pussy lips through the wet fabric. He eagerly moves them beneath the elastic, finding her bare pussy. She had shaven for her bathing suit; now she was glad she did.......He moved his fingers easily between her moist folds. She spreads her legs wider to accommodate him, to encourage him. He works a finger inside her and starts fucking her with it. He was going about it all wrong though. She moves her hand to meet his, to show him. She lovingly guides him where she wants. "Like this" she coos. Showing him what felt good. He was a quick learn. Soon his long finger was lightly stroking her towards orgasm. Her breaths are labored and her heart is fluttering. She has needed this for so long. Seconds later she felt his warm mouth suck her right nipple. This pushed her over the edge, she trembled into an orgasmic bliss. Her entire body trembled, light flashed beneath her eyelids, she was lost in herself. It was over in seconds but the ride seemed like an eternity. She couldn't remember the last time she had felt so much pleasure ....... She has needed this for so long. Billy was breathing excited breaths and continued fingering her to add to the pleasure but she had to make him stop, it was beginning to hurt. "That's enough sweetie." She smiled. "Sa Sa Sorry....... "Billy says nervously. "I didn't mean to hurt you......" "You didn't hurt me sweetie." She cooed. "It's just that a woman becomes sensitive after an orgasm." She tells him as she sits up to meet his nervous gaze. She smiles to him and places her hand on his cheek. He looked so innocent. She kisses him. He eagerly kisses back. She kisses him hard like a woman possessed. Her breaths labored. She takes control, turning him and pushing him back on the bed. He climbs backwards towards the headboard. Climbing on top of him like a tiger taking its prey, she kisses him. They kissed for a long time. She feels like a teenager again, lingering with every kiss, the thrill of the newness as they take in the excitement of learning about each other's bodies, each other's touches. They simply explore each other. Breaking the kiss, she sits up and looks him hard in the eyes. Lingering and taking in his innocence, his eagerness. His blue eyes. He's smiling back to her. Her morals start to catch up to her. He looks like a boy to her now. He had such an innocent smiling face, full of curiosity and joy, he was just starting to discover life. He had such perfect skin, not a wrinkle to be found, no 5 o'clock shadow, only a little peach fuzz along his side burns. Those bright white teeth, thick hair....... His mother's eyes.......... She became overwhelmed and started to cry. "Oh Billy sweetie, I never meant for this to happen." She begins to sob as she struggles with her emotions...... She rolls off of him. "It's ok Pat" Billy took her in his arms, holding her, hugged her, preventing her from leaving. "If it's any help, I've dreamed of this day for years......." He confesses. "I've masturbated thinking of you more times than you will ever know. " She stiffens beneath his embrace, there was a long pause. "I was dreaming of you this morning........" He looked at the floor. She looked up to him and smiled. "Oh, Billy, you're a sweetie, you always have been.........." She stands and kisses him on the forehead in a motherly fashion. She held him by his cheeks. "I can't do this." She hesitates. "I can't undo this........." tears formed in her eyes and she stands and begin to walk away. As she turned to walk off, Billy caught her by the waist and pulled her to him. "Please Pat, I want this too." She silently struggles to escape his grip. He held her tight and kissed her on her neck. She froze. He does not move, only maintains the kiss. She stops struggling; she can feel his warm mouth. She has always loved her neck kissed. Bobby would always hold her in his lap and kiss the back of her neck and kiss his way behind her ear. Billy kisses her again. She releases a light breath. Another kiss and she's relaxing in his grip. Another one and she turns her head. He kisses her behind her ear and her internal battle with her morals is over. She melts into him and turns her head to meet his kiss. She becomes aware of his cock throbbing beneath her thigh. She starts stoking it, breaking the kiss long enough to turn and straddle him. She can feel the smooth skin of his shaft against her panty clad pussy lips. She grinds herself into him. Her breath is uneasy. she takes control once again. She had to have him inside her, shifting her weight, leaning into him. His hands rest on her hips as he sucks hard on a nipple. She whips her hair back in response. She raises her hip and begins to peel her panties off. He assists and struggles to remove his boxers at the same time. "Oh Billy, I need you inside me......" Pat pleads. She takes his large cock in her gasp, positioning herself above him, lubricating his bulbous head with her juices, placing it at her entrance. Slowly she eases herself onto his monster cock. She allows her body to adjust to his gargantuan size. As the head squeezes past her pussy entrance, she smiles. "God you're so huge!" Billy says nothing, he need not say anything. The gape jawed expression said it all. She slowly works herself down his shaft. Her juices lubricating the way. Inch by inch his monster cock makes its way to her womb. When she is finally at the base she stops to allow her body to adjust. His massive cock is penetrating her in ways she never imagined. "Oh Pat, you feel so good!" Billy says in a trance. Pat says nothing, she simply starts riding. She works her body on his cock slowly at first. She enjoys the looks on Bill's face as she does. She enjoys the sensation of him inside her, of him stretching her....... Soon she finds herself riding him like she had never ridden a cock in her life. Billy was so well endowed; she could get strokes that stimulated her in ways she has never felt. She became lost in herself as she tried things should could not do with a regular sized cock. Billy tries to fuck back but was having a hard time meeting her wild rhythms. She was so close to orgasm but Billy's awkward strokes were throwing her off. Frustrated she says with clenched teeth "Just sit there and enjoy, let me do the work!" He obeys. Regaining her rhythm, she works her hips and thighs. A bead of perspiration forms on her upper lip. When it hits her, it hits her like a train, rocking through her body in tidal waves. She shutters on top of him with breaths coming in small gasps. She normally holds back but this time she has completely lost control, moaning and shaking as her body is overcome with pleasure. She quivers and shakes releasing noises that would make animals run. After what seems like hours, she comes out of her pleasure soaked trance. Her body weakened and shaking. She simply lays on top of him. She didn't even realize Bobby had an orgasm too. Too weak to move, she rolls off of him. She could feel his flaccid cock slip out of her. That was followed by a huge load of cum. No words were spoken; they held each other quietly. Pat drifted off to sleep. Watching Over Ch. 03 Pat woke to the warmth of the sun. Billy's arm was draped across her, they were spooning. She smiled to herself; it'd been a long time since she felt warm and secure in a man's arms. She felt Billy's ridged cock poking her in the back. All of this seemed like a dream. She recounted the events of the past few hours, as she rubbed his smooth arm. She reached behind herself, touching his hard cock in disbelief. She could not believe he was erect again! "Are you finally awake?" Billy asked, keeping his arms around her. "Mmmmm, I was sleeping so soundly," she purred. "You're beautiful when you sleep." Billy said. "I've always thought you were beautiful Mrs. Radcliff," he confessed. "It's Pat and you're just saying that." "No, I mean it, I've had a crush on you since I was thirteen. The year we all went to Panama together." He lit up. "You had a yellow bikini and looked so beautiful in it, better than all the other girls. You and my mom were the prettiest girls there!" "Billy, you're so sweet to say that." Pat turned over to meet his gaze. He smiled back sheepishly. She patted him on the cheek and kissed him lightly on the lips. "Let's take a shower. " Pat walked ahead of Billy with a sashay, she felt sexy knowing that he was watching her. She was still a little sore from the hot sex. Billy eagerly followed, casting a shadow that engulfed her. At six foot four, it was no wonder. At five-one, she felt like a dwarf. Looking at the mirror, she giggled to herself when she saw that his big dick was pointed right at her. Pat pulled back the curtain and started the water. She bent over to test the temperature and felt Billy's cock against her ass. She reached back and stroked it as he leaned into her. Rising, she turned around to face him, stroking his erect tool as she marveled at his size. "You're going to need to wait a little bit big boy," she told him in a flirty voice as she stepped into the warm stream. Billy followed, embracing her under the cascading water. She leaned against his towering body, running her hands up and down his wet back, cupping his ass teasingly as she leaned to kiss him. He reciprocated, lifting her easily, holding her above him near the shower head. Yelping in surprise she giggled, her head almost hitting the shower head. Laughing too, he held her against the wall as she wrapped her legs tightly around his torso. He released her and she slid down his water-soaked body. Dropping to her knees, she caressed his testicles and kissed the base of his cock. She looked up at him with a sexy smile and he looked at her intently. She kept her eyes on his as she kissed her way up his shaft. When she flicked her tongue under the head, his eyes rolled up in his head. "Oh, ah!" Billy moaned as she sucked his head and started stroking him. His knees started to buckle. She stood to kiss him and her hand kept up a steady rhythm. He braced himself against the wall. He couldn't kiss back. She bit his lower lip, pulling it out and down as she continued to stroke his cock hard and fast with both hands. He gasped and tensed his muscles. Smiling at the power she had over him, she eased off to allow him to gain his composure. Staggering back to a standing position, he smiled, embarrassed. "You like that sweetie?" Pat asked. He nodded in approval. "You want me to make you cum?" He nodded again. Keeping her hands on his cock, she slid behind him, sticking her hard nipples in his back, rubbing them up and down. "Mmmmm, such a big cock," she said. She squirted conditioner in her palm, lubricating her hand. "Ah," he hissed. She stroked harder, feeling herself get turned on as she did. It didn't take long before his seed sprayed through the cascading water, spattering against the shower wall. She marveled at the quantity as it slid down the wall. "Did you like that Sweetie? Was that good?" She panted, trying to catch her breath. "Y-Yeah," he sighed. She rose to whisper in his ear. "Dry off and let's go back to the bedroom." She stepped out of the shower, dried off and left the bathroom ahead of him. As he dried off, she spread the towel on the bed and lay on top of it. Pushing her wet hair off to the side, she leaned back on her elbows. Billy stepped into the room, his limp dick wagging as he walked. She beckoned him to come closer. Billy climbed onto the foot of the bed and crawled towards her, straddling her with his arms. She stopped him. "Unnt Ahhhhhh. ......." She took him by the shoulders and pushed him down. He tried to suck her nipple but she pushed him again, spreading her legs wide. He took the hint, kissing her inner thigh before moving to her pussy lips. "Oh, yes," she sighed. He ran a wet tongue through her lips. "Mmmmmmmm." She turned her head in pleasure. Billy wrapped his arms around her thighs, pulling her to him, teasing her nether lips as he tasted her. "Higher," she pleaded. He obliged, flicking her clit with his tongue. "Yes, right there, sweetie." She ground her pelvis into his face, leading him to where she wanted him to focus, instructing him as he went along. When she was done with him, he'd be an expert at cunnilingus, she thought with satisfacdtion. Billy was a quick learner; heeding her instructions, he had Pat to orgasm in less than ten minutes. Proud, Billy slid up her body to kiss her. She tasted her own juices. She's surprised to feel a ridged cock on her thigh. Reaching down, she guides his cock to her entrance. "Push it in slow, let me adjust." She told him in a hushed voice. He did as she said, inching his engorged cock into her little by little. "God, you fill me," she whispered with her eyes closed. She felt his testicles resting against her, her pussy lips straining to accommodate his girth. "Ok, sweetie, slow strokes first." He followed her instructions, pulling out and then thrusting in at a slow pace. "It feels so good!" she encouraged him. He kept up the rhythm until she said, "Ok, you can pick up the pace now." He did. "Faster, faster! Oh God!" was all she could say as he pounded into her over and over. "Harder! Harder! Please!" she begged. Billy thrusted hard into her, his balls slapping against her as he did. She wrapped her legs around his hips pulling him as he drove her into the bed. "Yes! yes! Yes! Yes! yes! She screamed. She felt his weight slamming into her, his warmth, his massive cock in her pussy....... She watched the expressions on his face, the rippling muscles of his sexy body. His pace slowed and he shifted his weight. The new angle added pressure to her clit and sent her over the edge. She gasped as her body rumbled to yet another intense orgasm. "Oh, oh g-god," she stuttered out. That orgasm turned into another one and she thrashed her head side to side. Billy moaned as he came with her, she felt his cock swell and pulse inside her. Through blurred vision, she watched as his entire body strained, his mouth open, eyes shut. He withdrew his flaccid cock and rolled to his side facing her. "Phew," he sighed. There was a long pause before either said anything. "I'm kinda light-headed." He laughed. "You did a good job, sweetie," she assured him, still short of breath. He drifted off to sleep. She napped briefly. After she woke, she admired his naked body, then put on her night gown and slipped out to make a late lunch.