to the window and looked at his shadowy features, then grinned. She pointed towards the front door.
Rod hurried around to the front of the house, and Vicky let him inside. 'Your parents,' he whispered, 'where are they?'
She laughed and spoke in a normal voice. 'They're in Hawaii, for a whole week. My Grandma's here, staying with me, but she's half deaf and she goes to sleep at eight. Come on, it's perfectly safe.'
Rod was still a little nervous. He went to the foot of the stairs and listened for movement, but all he heard was a faint and steady snoring. Vicky was right – Grandma was out for the count. He relaxed.
Vicky turned off the TV and led him over to the couch. They sat down, grabbed each other, and started kissing hungrily. Rod felt like a teenager again. He hadn't tried to make a girl on a couch since he was courting June, eighteen years ago. He hadn't succeeded then – June had insisted on being a virgin bride – but he intended to succeed this time.
Vicky was overjoyed to see Mr. Hanson. It had looked like a really draggy evening till he showed up. Grandma wasn't too alert, but she did insist that Vicky stay indoors at night. There was nothing to do but watch the tube. She was horny as usual, and she kept thinking about all the delicious things she'd done that afternoon with Mr. Hanson and Kent. She got so aroused, she just had to start playing with herself.
Now that wouldn't be necessary, for Mr. Hanson would take care of her lust. She was sure he knew exactly what to do about it.
'Christ,' said Rod, 'I've been thinking about you all day.'
'Me, too,' said Vicky. 'I mean, I've been thinking about you, Mr. Hanson.'
'Call me Rod,' he said. 'What were you thinking about, Vicky?'
She grinned mischievously and began unbuttoning his shirt. 'Oh, all the fun things we did,' she said. 'It was really a gas.'
'Yeah, it was,' said Rod. 'I was hoping we could do more of it tonight.'
'Oh, for sure,' said Vicky, opening his shirt. 'I'd just love that, Mr. – I mean, Rod.'
Like his son earlier in the day, Rod just couldn't believe his luck. There she was, a teenage beauty, just about the most delicious little piece of ass he'd ever seen – and she was perfectly willing to do anything he wanted.
She had opened his shirt and was gawking at his thickly-matted chest. She ran her hands over the crisp brown and gray curls. Rod hoped she found him attractive. His hair was beginning to thin and go gray, but otherwise he was in pretty good shape – hard and muscular and strong. He was just old enough to be her father, that was all.
He reached for her shirt, drawing it off over her head, tousling her shining blonde hair. Naturally she wasn't wearing a bra – it seemed like no young girl did any more. Watching them in the supermarket, their little tits wobbling under tight shirts, drove him crazy. Vicky's adorable little orange-sized boobs quivered into view, and Rod felt his cock going rock-hard.
He reached out and cupped her soft warm tits. They fit his hands perfectly. His wife's breasts were a lot bigger, great silky melons that overflowed his palms, but June just didn't turn him on any more. He'd made love to the same woman for eighteen years, and he was starved for novelty.
Vicky didn't even blush when he cupped and squeezed her firm pointy tits. She just smiled at him, a friendly smile, and went on running her fingers through his chest hair. Rod smiled back and began to rub her pretty pink nipples with his thumbs, teasing them into taut erection.
'That feels so exciting, Rod,' she purred.
It felt exciting to him, too. It was like an erotic fantasy come true, to be playing with her cute young tits, to have a lovely teenage girl half naked and willing in his arms. It was just too good to be true, in fact. He half expected Grandma to come thundering down the stairs and whack him with an umbrella.
'You're sure your grandmother won't hear us?' he said.
'No way,' Vicky grinned. 'When she goes to bed, she takes off her hearing aid. Forget it. She won't wake up fill morning.'
Reassured, Rod eased Vicky down onto the couch and stretched out beside her. He ran his hand down her silky body and found the zipper of her shorts. He got it open, slipped his hand inside, and touched the sweet little puff of her muff.
'Do you like to be touched there, Vicky?' he said.
'Ummm, yes,' she murmured. 'I like everything you do, Rod.'
While he petted and squeezed her plump little mound, her hand crept down to his fly and tugged at the zipper. Rod felt like he had died and gone to heaven. It just couldn't be true. This sexy little chick couldn't want HIM. And yet when he felt her warm little hand on his erect and throbbing prick, he knew she did.
June turned off the TV and glanced at her watch. It was late, Rod should have been home a long time ago. It couldn't have taken all that time just to buy ice cream. She figured he'd stopped at a bar, and no doubt he was deep in conversation with other bored husbands. She didn't blame him.
Their sex life was a big zero, and had been for several years now. They didn't excite each other, and lately they'd just stopped fucking altogether. The only problem with that was, she didn't stop wanting sex. She ached for it, in fact, longed for it.
She was so horny right now, she could have screamed. There was nothing to be done about it, though, so she might as well get her mind off it. Perhaps a cool shower would help. June went upstairs to the master bedroom and began to undress.
She glanced at her body in the full-length mirror on the closet door. Really, she wasn't that bad-looking. She was a dark-haired woman with a smooth olive complexion and an opulent, richly curved body. She still got whistles and leers on the streets. She was in fact a very desirable woman – to everyone but her husband.
June slipped off her size-D bra and watched her large but firm breasts quiver into their natural shape. They were smooth and tan except for the small white circle covered by her bikini. Her nipples were large, the color of coffee and cream. She remembered how Rod used to love to play with her tits, when they were first married. Now she might as well have been flat-chested, for all he noticed.
She stepped out of her panties and regarded her reflection. Her bush was raven-black, triangular, lush. Rod used to bury his face in it, burrowing his tongue through the silky hairs to find her clit. She remembered the intense excitement she'd felt then, as his scalding tongue touched her tender hot bud…
But it was silly to get herself so worked up; her marriage was over, as far as sex was concerned.
Better get in the shower fast, let the cold water quench her mounting lust…
June threw on a sheer white negligee which did not hide the dark points of her nipples or the black triangle of her muff. It was late, no one would see her. She stepped into the hall and started for the bathroom.
She was about ten feet from the door when her son Kent stepped out of the bathroom, stark naked.
They stood there and gawked at each other in a long long moment that seemed an eternity. June hadn't seen her son naked since he was a little boy and still couldn't dress himself. She was astonished at the change in his body. Why, he was almost a man.
Tall, tan, still damp from the shower, Kent stood frozen before her. She saw how his shoulders were broadening, his waist and hips slim and trim. He had a neat patch of brown curls at the base of his belly, but no hair on his chest. She gazed helplessly at his crotch. His young testicles were rosy pink, swaying slightly. His cock, though flaccid, was much bigger and longer than she'd remembered – almost adult-size. It looked pale and pure and clean to her, the head smooth and dull-rose in color.
His young cock dangled, swayed, enticingly before her eyes. She imagined it stiffening, swelling – and to her horror, she felt a sharp burst of lust, a glow of heat and wetness in her pussy.
Kent gawked at his mother. He'd never seen her without her clothes on, not even in a nightgown. That thing she was wearing, some kind of robe, was almost as clear as glass. He could see the heavy ripe outline of her big breasts, the large brown pointed nipples. He saw the dark triangle of her mans, a luxuriant pout of black curls. Her whole body was outlined, tall and curved and voluptuous, just like the mature sensual women of his horny fantasies.
For the first time that day, he forgot Vicky. She seemed like a skinny little kid compared to his gorgeous raven-haired mother. He thought longingly of touching her ripe warm body, her long swelling tits – and to his mortification, his cock jerked into stiff erection, hugging his belly.
June saw it, too. For a fleeting moment she imagined that beautiful stiff white dick inside her, and she
