When the conversation died down she decided that she had tempted fate far enough. She certainly didn't want one of the boys to suddenly open the bedroom door and catch her eavesdropping on their erotic talk.
So she slipped back down to the end of the trailer and checked to see if her husband was still asleep.
He was -,a big, snoring bear of a male lying on one side with his slightly balding head protruding from the covers like a melon.
She found herself feverishly wishing that it was Danny Horton in the bed instead of Joe. The idea just sprang into her head like a tiger, making her blush again.
You should be ashamed of yourself, Sylvia Parker, she thought. Danny Horton is only an eighteen year-old cadet at your son's military school… only a very young, very good looking boy!
But it was the way she had heard Danny talking that she couldn't erase from her mind. And despite her better nature, she could feel the large, starved nipples of her breasts begin to firm and point.
God, it might be fun at that to let a horny young man do wild things to my body… to see just how far he could go in making me feel like a real woman again!
When she had regained her composure, she went down the hall toward the bathroom again. But this time she made plenty of noise so that the boys would know she was up.
When she finished in the bathroom she came out and, tapped on the door of Bobby's room.
'Time to get up,' she trilled, softly.
'Bobby, you use the bathroom first – and don't take all morning. Your father will be waking up soon.'
She heard the answering voice of her son from beyond the door – and it seemed husky and ragged. It made her wonder if that devilish young Danny had succeeded in jacking himself off again!
She was putting on the coffee in the kitchen area of the large mobile home when the bedroom door opened and Bobby scampered out to the bathroom, leaving the bedroom door slightly ajar.
It was one of those once-in-a-lifetime moments for Sylvia Parker, and she knew it Of her several choices, she chose the one most likely to get her into some kind of trouble. But it was the best trouble in the world for a lonely, underloved, and mature female.
Almost without knowing what she was doing, Sylvia put down the egg she was about to break and walked quietly to the edge of the open bedroom-door.
She looked inside.
Danny Horton was totally unaware that he was being looked at, and it was to full advantage that Sylvia was able to get one blinding glimpse of the youthful, naked body of the boy. He was lying with the sheet thrown back, and his legs were sprawled slightly apart. His penis was fully stiff' and standing rigidly up from the dark nap of pubic hair below his navel. Like a young satyr, he had his right hand around the base of his cock and he was slowly, luxuriously jacking himself off.
Sylvia stood riveted to the spot, drinking in the lewd but wildly exciting scene. She was experiencing many emotions, but one of them seemed to ride herd over the rest. And that was the thumping lustiness in her veins at the sight of Danny's teenaged prick.
It seemed enormous to her – large, long, and every bit as big as her husband's!
She watched as the cadet slowly stroked his man-sized tool up and down. She could see the blunt, pink head of his cock being uncapped with every downward thrust of Danny's fist – and the way the strongly muscled column seemed to be lifting up the two smooth, beautifully shaped balls made something start clawing deep inside her pussy.
There was no doubt in her mind now that Danny could do plenty with that impressive teenaged prick of his!
When she first looked in at him, Danny had his eyes closed, the tip of his tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth. There was no telling what salacious images of wet cunts were parading through his mind as he pleasured himself, but after a few moments he opened his eyes – and stared straight up at the face of his best friend's mother.
His fist continued pumping one or two more strokes, and then he jerked his hand away from his throbbing rod as if it had suddenly turned red hot.
'Jesus, Mrs. Parker!' Danny gasped, trying desperately to pull the sheet over his loins. But his penis was still so stubbornly hard that the thin sheet tented up obscenely over his hips.
Sylvia knew that she still had an option. She could pull the shocked and outraged mother act and let the whole incident go by. Or she could elect to pave a way for a new and forbidden pleasure for herself and the lusty boy lying so availably before her.
For better or for worse, she chose the second coarse!
Swiftly and silently she slipped through the bedroom door and came around to the corner of the bed, to Danny to close her fingers around that delightfully protruding object under the sheet.
Without a word she reached out and grasped the sheeted head of Danny's stiffened prick with just the tips of her fingers. She held the large, spongy glans of his cock and squeezed just lightly enough to make him open his mouth in a low groan of deep pleasure.
Danny was staring at her through slitted eyes, his lips jerking uncertainly up and down in a ragged grin.
Sylvia would have given anything to simply leap into bed and fuck Danny Norton until his roguish young balls were exploding with passion deep inside her cant. But she knew that was not only impossible, but madness!
But she had gone this far, and she didn't intend to retreat an inch – or should she have said six inches!
With her fingers still cupped around the blunted, bursting head of the prick, she lowered her face to him and whispered the words that any teenaged stud would love to hear.
'Don't go fishing this morning with Bobby and his father,' she breathed, her words sounding like struck flint to both their ears. 'Tell them you want to go back to school-and I'll offer to take you in the station wagon. Just don't leave!'
Danny gulped, and nodded – and she could feel a wild throb of expectant lust go through the flared head of his prick and vibrate against her fingertips.
'And don't ever tell Bobby or my husband or anybody about this,' she hissed, softly. 'If you promise me that, I'll promise you the best fuck of your horny young life!'
The words seem to hover in the air and lick hotly at the imagination of the naked cadet. His handsome face lit up in a mask of carnal desire.
With her modesty completely stripped away, Sylvia couldn't resist in sharpening the already fiery lust of the boy whose prick she was brazenly teasing.
'Would you like to fuck me, Danny?' she whispered. 'Would you like for me to take off all my clothes and lie down on the bed so that you could put your healthy young cock deep into my hairy pussy?'
'Oh, God yes! I'd love to do that, ma'am!'
'Good,' she crooned. Then, as a parting shot, she closed her fingers all the way around the sheathed hardness of his vertical cock and inched her hand down until she had felt his entire length.
Just feeling of the immoral stiffness of Danny's manly prick made the lips of her cunt part inside her panties. She felt the trickling hotness of her fluids begin to flow, and the thought of how this boy's pumping peter would bring a long needed joy to her thighs made her tremble like a leaf.
But there was no more time to tease him now.
Reluctantly, she drew her fingers back from the huge stab of meat that was lifting the sheet up like a totem pole, and as she left the bedroom she looked back at the flushed and smiling face of her prospective stud and gave him a quick, promising wink.
Less than an hour later, everybody had used the bathroom and eaten breakfast. Danny had very considerately avoided looking directly at her over the small table in the breakfast nook, but she knew what he was thinking. His mind was on her pussy!
The moment of truth came when Danny said he guessed he wouldn't go fishing, after all.
'Hey,' Joe Parker boomed, wiping his mouth free of egg and toast and glancing at Danny as if he had just lost his mind, 'I never heard of a red-blooded boy who didn't like to fish. What's wrong, Danny?'
'Nothing, Mr. Parker – except that I just remembered what Buzz Smith, our platoon sergeant, said yesterday about my needing to clean my footlocker. He said he'd check it today, and if I don't pass inspection I don't get the weekend off.'
'Crazy damn discipline,' Joe grunted. 'Sometimes I think we made a mistake putting Bob here into a
