betrayed her increasing excitement. She knew that the boy was growing more and more excited by the moment, too, and she lusted to see his stiff boy-cock.
'Aren't you getting out of the water, key? You'll get all white and wrinkly!' Carol laughed, feeling her nakedness in every fiber of her body.
'No, I can't! I can't get out,' the boy mumbled, looking away from her.
'And why not? I did, didn't I?' she smiled.
'I… I've got… I've got a… a…' the boy stumbled, his face turning red.
'A hard-on? Is that what you're waffled about, darling?' she smiled.
'Uh… well… yeah…I…I guess. I can't get out!' he cried.
'I've seen hard-ons before, Joey. I'm a grown woman after all. I've seen more hard-ons than you have, darling. You needn't be afraid, dear. There's nothing to be ashamed of, boy,' she crooned, melting the boy's will with her lusty gaze.
'Do you really mean it? Are you sure it doesn't matter?' he pleaded.
'Why should it matter?' Carol asked matter-of-factly.
'Well… I don't know… Dad… Dad said…' the boy tried to say.
'What did your dad say, Joey? What did Al say?' she asked, interested to hear what her neighbor had told his son about sex.
'Well, Dad said a guy should never let a woman see a.. hard-on… I mean… well…he said I wasn't ready yet to talk About things like… like hard-ons… and women…' the boy said painfully, struggling like a young animal in a net.
'I had no idea that Al was such a Puritan! That's just a bit ridiculous, I must say. Hasn't Al told you anything?' she asked, amazed that her friend's son was so ignorant of the facts of life.
Al Masterson hadn't seemed to Carol to be the type of man who would find it necessary to avoid such a discussion with his son. Carol had known him for a long time and knew that he had done his share of woman- chasing, before and after marrying Joyce. And yet the boy really seemed not to know
much about the experience that was stirring his nuts. The fact that the Mastersons were raising a little Puritan made Carol almost angry. It was such a waste of the boy's youth! She had to remedy the situation.
'Really, Joey, I think it's high time someone taught you a few things about sex. Don't you? Let's be honest, darling. You have nothing to fear from me,' she smiled, reaching out her hand and taking Joey's trembling hand in hers, helping him out of the water.
When he stood dripping wet before her, Carol knew why he was so embarrassed. His dick had hardened and grown so long in his trunks that the knob was sticking out through the leg of the tight garment. She could see the lightly swollen, reddish-purple head of the boy's cock poking out through his trunks. She almost drooled just looking at it.
Joey squirmed before her, painfully aware of her gaze, painfully aware that his prickhead was exposed shamelessly. He shuffled his feet, squeezing his legs together awkwardly in a useless attempt to make his hard young rod pop back inside his trunks. He knew that it was no use. He would just have to stand there feeling ridiculous until she took pity on him and turned around long enough for him to push his cock back where it belonged. She seemed to enjoy making him squirm, seemed to enjoy looking between his legs at his naked dickhead. Could it be, he wondered, that Miss Chambers liked looking at him as much as he liked looking at her? The possibility made his nuts churn
with youthful excitement, forcing little droplets of pre-cum to ooze from the tip of his dick, making him wild inside.
'You certainly do have a hard-on, darling,' Carol said, trying to sound cool and calm but feeling herself growing slightly lightheaded with excitement. 'Did I do that to you, Joey? Little me?'
'I… I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. Really*. the trembling boy gasped.
'Silly boy!' she smiled. 'I will definitely have to tell you a few things! There are some women who are afraid of such things as hard-on's on young men and there are some women who like such things. I happen to be one of the latter,' she said. 'Follow me, Joey! We have some talking to do, among other things.'
Carol wiggled her ass seductively across the patio and into the living room of her spacious and elegantly appointed house. She turned around when she stepped through the sliding doors and found the boy still standing there in the sun with his hard-on jerking between his young legs. She motioned for him to come to her and he broke into a nervous run, afraid, it seemed to Carol, to disobey her. She didn't know what she would do if he seriously balked at her in her efforts at seduction.
The kid stopped at the doorway and stared at the naked woman. She was drying herself now with a big fluffy towel, rubbing it over her boobs, making the jiggling globes bounce and sway. She stroked her naked thighs with the towel, crooking
her leg in turn and holding them out in front of her, running the towel between her legs until her downy pussy was dry and fluffy, and all of this while Joey watched. He couldn't believe that she was doing that in front of him. If he had tried to watch his mother do that to herself, she would probably have killed him or something!
'You seem surprised,' she said to the boy, pretending to suddenly remember that he was standing there while in reality she had directed. her every movement toward him. 'Drying one's self after a swim is hardly something to gape at.'
'But you…you're…you're naked…' he rasped.
'Am I? I hadn't noticed!' she laughed. 'I keep forgetting that your parents frown on thing like nudity. Perhaps you'd like to dry yourself,' she said, holding the towel in front of her.
They reached out a shaky hand towards her.
'My goodness, Joey,' she said. 'I think I'd better do the drying for you. You seem rather nervous. Just stand still if you can and I'll dry that handsome young body of yours.'
'Oh, Jesus!' he said, closing his eyes and holding his breath as if he were going under for a swim.
Carol walked around behind the boy and dropped the towel on his shoulders. She rubbed his shoulders and back vigorously until the boy's skin glowed with a pink freshness. She knew that he felt a tingle deep inside him, a tingle that she, too, felt in her tits and deep in her cunt. She began toweling the kid's chest and stomach, falling on her knees in
front of him and looking sweetly into his glittering eyes.
Carol saw his throat contracting and his lips moving. She knew that he was trying to say something. She knew that his words were catching in his throat. She knew that his young body was full of sexual excitement, full to the bursting point. There would be no turning back for the kid now. He was totally in her power and she loved every minute of it. She brought the fluffy towel down over his lower stomach, brushing it against his trunks. She avoided looking directly at the cock that still stuck out an inch or so through the leg of his trunks. It was a nice-looking cock, large enough for a boy of nineteen, and she wanted to examine his rod in greater detail, wanted to lavish much feminine attention on it, wanted to suck that young prick until it shot sperm all over her, wanted to feel it fucking in her sucking pussy, too. But there would be plenty of time for all of that. She had to proceed carefully with her plan of seduction, had to be absolutely certain that the boy understood the situation, that he understood that in return for her tutelage in sex he was to be hers to do with as she wished. She thought the boy was getting her message.
'Darling, you're still all wet! Under your trunks I mean,' she crooned, gently rubbing the towel against his covered groin. 'I think I should finish the job I started. Drying you, that is. Don't you? Why don't you just push your nice tight trunks down and let Carol dry you?' she smiled up at the boy.
Joey's fists were balled at his sides. He was unable to make his arms move at all, much less perform any function, such as pushing his trunks down. He was afraid to do that anyway. He couldn't believe that Miss Chambers really wanted him to do that. He hadn't even been naked in front of his mother for three or four years. He had always been taught that it was dirty and nasty to be naked in front of a woman. But this particular woman didn't seem to agree with his mother's pronouncements on that subject.
Carol draped the towel over the kid's head, covering his face completely, hiding her from him. He left the towel over his head. He didn't really want to see what she was doing to him. It was frightening enough just feeling it. Carol slipped her fingers inside the waistband of the boy's tight red trunks and pulled them out away from his body. She peeked inside and saw that the kid had very little hair on his young crotch, although the cock that jutted down his leg was much larger than she would have expected. His skin looked incredibly soft and smooth under his
