day,' she explained, feeling a need to justify her appearance to the man who was staring at her. She flushed, feeling his eyes go over her, resting on her partially covered breasts and sliding away in embarrassment.
'Sure, nice to meetcha,' he said hurriedly. They were face to face at the bottom of the stairs and he turned sideways to let her go by, flattening against the wall.
Barbara smiled at him in a dignified fashion and passed by him. Her chest brushed his, and he blushed beet red at the contact.
'Ah, uh, I'll just go outside and take a swim,' he gasped, not looking at her as he sidled by. Barbara stood stock still, not believing the flash of lust that swept her body at the involuntary contact. My God, she thought severely. Don't you ever get enough? Screwing all afternoon and still wanting more? She chastised herself: You're nothing but a perverted old woman… God, this man is as young as your son! And you promised not to have anything to do with him! She took a deep breath and walked upstairs, not looking back. If she had, she would have seen her son's friend still standing at the foot of the stairs, his eyes glued to the sway of her buttocks.
Holy cow! he thought. Jerry didn't tell me his mom looked like that! He followed her with his eyes. He was still a virgin, but he had two older brothers who had told him all about their conquests, and he could hardly wait to begin. I wonder — naw — she's a grown lady. And Jerry's mom! But she sure is beautiful. He heard the door slam upstairs and turned away sighing, knowing he wouldn't see any more for a while. He went out to the pool, trying to put the sight out of his mind, trying to forget the sexy sway of those barely covered buttocks. His penis was stirring in his trunks, and he sighed loudly, wishing he were older and could get into those white pants. I wouldn't have a chance he told himself. She wouldn't even think about a kid like me. He dove into the pool, reviewing the luscious curves in his mind.
Barbara was taking a shower, letting the hot water wash away all traces of sand and semen. She moaned voluptuously as the water kneaded her tired muscles and soothed away the red marks left by Buddy and Skip's fingers, restoring her flesh to its normal pink sheen. She soaped her breasts admiringly, noting how her resilient flesh bounded back into shape. She had thought she would be squashed flat! She laughed gaily, going over every detail of the afternoon in her mind. At last she emerged from the steamimg shower, her body glowing with remembered lust and present satiation.
'That should do it,' she crowed silently, wrapping herself in a huge towel. 'I shouldn't want any sex for a while!' She had conveniently forgotten her reaction to Steve's involuntary touch. She threw a robe around herself and padded downstairs to the kitchen, taking a cold drink from the refrigerator and sipping it thirstily. She was hungry too, she decided, and made herself a sandwich.
She munched thoughtfully, looking out the window to the pool. She could see Jerry's little friend vigorously swimming back and forth, and she smiled to herself at his innocent fun. Her smile changed to a gasp as the boy climbed from the pool. He was stark naked, having discarded his trunks, and his pecker stood straight up like a sword rising from the base of his belly. She clutched the window sill with both hands, feeling a tide of warmth envelop her stomach at the sight of his penis.
'Oh no,' she whispered to herself. 'Not again… not now!' But her body continued to burn inflamed by the sight of an erect dick. She pressed her legs together, trying to stop the tormenting itch, but knew it was no use. Once she was in the grip of lust she was no longer responsible for her actions. As if in a dream, she watched him as he lay back on the patio, his dick standing up. He surrounded it with both hands and began to jerk it slowly.
'How can he? Right here in my house! How does he know I won't come downstairs?' she asked herself wildly, her lips parting as if to drink in the sexy scene. Her hand slipped under her robe and she stroked the moist cunt, sliding her finger into her groove and tickling her clit. 'No, this is wrong. He's young
… he's too innocent to know what he's doing,' she told herself, already walking outside, the ache in her twat drawing her to him like a magnet. She stood above him, staring down, her lips pursed in an O. He didn't see her. He was intent on what he was doing, rubbing his prick between his fingers, a half smile on his tender lips.
'Ah,' Barbara breathed involuntarily. Steve heard her and looked up, consternation crossing his features.
'Mrs. Anderson!' he cried, covering himself with his hands.
'No, don't stop,' the sex-crazed woman breathed.
He noticed that her robe hung open and she was stark naked beneath it, her big tits swelling free. His eyes traveled down her body and he saw her red thatch of hair, with one of her fingers buried in it! He gulped noisily, wondering what to do now. He had never in his wildest dreams imagined a beautiful woman standing over him while he jerked off, her hand sunk in her own snatch.
'Gosh,' he breathed, staring at her. 'Wow!' his gaze was locked on her reddish pussy. As he watched, she spread her legs slightly and opened the lips of her cunt, revealing the juicy interior.
'Have you…have you ever seen a cunt before, Steve?' Barbara asked, her voice hoarse. She felt an electric thrill of excitement at exposing herself to the boy, watching his eyes glaze with desire.
'No… no, ma'am, just in pictures,' the boy stuttered. 'Can I…' he stopped. She's probably just teasing me, he thought. And if I do anything she'll kick me out. He was confused. He had never heard of a woman doing things like this one was doing.
Barbara knelt beside him, her tits dangling in his face. 'These are my titties, Steve,' she murmured to him, cupping them in one hand. 'Would you like to feel them? They're soft and nice. You'll like the way they feel,' she urged.
'Yes. Yes I would,' Steve said boldly, burning his bridges. He wanted to feel her up. He didn't care what happened to him afterwards. He wasn't going to miss this opportunity to touch a real live woman. He stretched out one hand and ran it over the curved surface of the offered breast.
'Squeeze the nipples, dear. Tweak them in your fingers,' Barbara whispered to the boy. He complied, and she groaned at the fire that ran through her veins. 'Suck them, honey, kiss my tits. You'll like that, baby… sucking my tits.' She moaned as his lips clamped on her turgid nipple and drew it into his hot mouth. He sucked wildly, bobbing his head back and forth between her breasts, laving the tits with his raspy tongue. Barbara shivered and lay back, no longer caring if it were wrong or not. It's my duty, she thought in confusion. Teach him about sex — no one will know — I'll make sure he doesn't tell Jerry. Oh, God. I'm evil and perverted but I have to have it. I want him to stick his finger up me and bring me off. I want his dick in me.
'Steve, look at my cunt, Steve,' she commanded. The boy stopped sucking her nipples and they stood straight up, cooled by the sucking they had had but craving more. She held her fleshy twat open with her hands and directed his gaze to the pit of pleasure. 'That's my pussy, dear… Why don't you stick your finger in it and see how it feels. You'll like it. All boys do.' She squirmed on the patio floor, raising her hips so Steve could see her fully.
'Golly — it's all wet!' Steve said. He was kneeling forward and peering up into her twat with the greatest concentration. His forefinger stroked along the fat lips and diddled in the outer chambers.
'That means I want you — it means my cunt wants to be filled up,' Barbara wheezed. She didn't know if she were explaining it right or not. Her body was on fire and she had to have something in her twat. 'Put your finger in!' she snapped suddenly. 'Don't be afraid — it won't bite! Shove your finger into my cunt, Steve!' He hesitated and she grasped his wrist and pushed his finger into her, sighing. 'There! Now pull it in and out, twist it around in there!'
Steve felt the squishy flesh engulf his finger. It seemed to be sucking at it! With more enthusiasm he pumped his finger in and out, watching it disappear into the pink hole. 'That's where I put my thing, isn't it, Mrs. Anderson?' he asked innocently. 'In there?'
'Yes, darling… your cock. That's where you put your cock — in my cunt,' Barbara muttered, her hips twisting under his finger. The thought that she was corrupting him had ceased to bother her. Now it turned her on! She thought of herself as a fat spider, luring young men into the web of her twat, and the perverted thought made her groan with lust. 'Go on, Stevie, put it in. Put your cock in my cunt! And then you can fuck me, darling.'
Steve knelt between her thighs uncertainly. He knew what to do. His brothers had told him, and the guys at school had laughed about it, and he had seen pictures. But actually doing it was far different! He held his pecker in his hand and pointed it at the gaping wet mouth of her pussy. 'I — would you help me? I'm not sure… I've never done this before,' he said miserably.
'Oh, darling… here, I'll help you,' Barbara said. She reached out, guiding his dick to her steamy hole. 'Just put it where your finger was and move it back and forth like you did your finger,' she crooned, incredibly turned on by the thought of taking on a virgin. She held herself in check, not wanting to scare him with a thrashing display of lust. Let him get in first, she told herself, opening her hole for him with one hand and guided his turgid pecker with
