PART TWO - THE MOVIE

Annoyed by the interruption, she gave her halter-top a hard tug, trying to pull it down over her mountainous breasts as she tramped over to the door. Peeking out the peephole, she was surprised to see Hank standing outside the door.

Suddenly she found herself at a loss. What was she going to do now? She didn't know whether to answer the door or wait and see if he would go away. Then she remembered that she had agreed to be his chaperone for the day.

Hesitantly, she reached down and slowly turned the doorknob. Opening the door, she stood half hidden behind it.

"Uh, hello, uh, Hank, is anything wrong?" she asked.

"Uh, No, Uh, not really, Uh, Mrs. Vickers. Uh, I'm sorry to bother you," he apologized nervously, "but I left my boom-box over here last night and I was wondering if I could get it."

I hope that my plan to get one more shot of her fabulous tits works. I wonder why she is hiding behind the door. Maybe she's naked. Ha! Only in my dreams.

"Oh, Is that all. Sure, you can," she gushed, glad that there was no emergency.

Then she remembered how she was dressed.

"But you'll have to pardon the way I'm dressed, I wasn't expecting company," she blurted out, blushing all over.

Wait. Maybe she's half-naked. Come on, Mrs. Vickers, just open the fucking door so I can see.

"Oh, That's okay, mom runs around in her sweats at our house all the time, too," he laughed watching the door slowly open as he started to step inside.

Holy shit! She is nearly naked. And she doesn't have any brassiere on either. Would you look at those beautiful babies. They're so close I could reach out and touch them. If only I had the guts.

"Uh, I, uh, wow, uh, wow," stammered when he saw her standing there in her shorts and halter top, "Wow.

She is awesome. I'm hard already. Oh, Mrs. Vickers, I want you so bad.

He could hardly take his eyes off her as he stumbled inside.

"You can go ahead upstairs and get your radio," she smiled at him, perversely pleased by his obvious response to her skimpy attire.

Radio? Oh, yeah, that's why you left it here, stupid. So you could have and excuse to come back over after her hubby and Dave left. Get your fucking feet moving and stop gawking at her.

"I, Uh, I'll, hurry up here and, uh, find it and, uh," he stuttered as he tripped and nearly fell on the first step of the stairs, "I'll, uh, hurry up and, uh, hurry."

Realizing how flustered he was gave her a shot of excitement as she watched him trip and slip going up the stairs, trying not to look back down at her.

Then a sinister idea popped into her head. He's an eighteen-year-old stud with an incredible prick. I'm a horny housewife that needs a good fucking. Oscar and Dave are gone for the weekend. His mom and dad are gone too, so why not?

I hope that I don't trip and break my fool neck. I can't believe how pretty she is.

"I'm just having a sandwich for lunch," she said loudly as he reached the top of the stairs. "Would you like to join me?"

Join you? I'd rather fuck you. But I can't seem too fucking obvious. This is turning out even better than I had hoped.

"Uh, oh, I don't know if I should stay for lunch," he mumbled loudly. "I don't want to be a bother."

"Oh, sure you can," she told him. "You won't be a bother."

Hey, enough playing hard to get. She wants me to stay, I'll stay.

"Well, if you say so," he said hurrying down toward Dave's room.

Why did you do that, she asked herself as she strolled into the kitchen and started fixing him a sandwich? You can't really be thinking about starting up something with him can you? He's only eighteen for Christ's sake. He's the same age as your son for God's sake.

But now that set the seduction in motion, she suddenly found herself wondering if she would have the courage to carry it through.

It wasn't long before she heard him coming down the stairs. Then she heard him step down off the stairs and stop.

Where did she go?

"Uh, Mrs. Vickers," he said loudly.

"I'm here in the kitchen," she answered him, "come on in."

Come on in! I'd rather come in you, you sweet thing.

"Uh, Are you sure it's, uh, okay?" he asked timidly as he stood at the kitchen door looking at her.

Fuck, I'm gonna cum in my shorts. She's so fucking hot.

"Why wouldn't it be?" she asked him, unable to keep from glancing down to see if he was reacting the way she expected him to react.

Jeez, she just looked down at my crotch. She had to see how hard I am. Maybe she does want some of my big, bad cock.

Just as she thought, there was a large, readily apparent bulge in the front of his jeans.

Can't come on too fast though. I have to make sure that's what she is really after. I could screw up big time if I tried to put the make on her and she didn't really want it.

"Well, uh, we're here all alone and all," he stammered, his eyes following hers as they dropped down and then quickly jumped back up to his eyes.

"And what's wrong with that?" she asked him, putting the finishing touches on his sandwich and carrying it over to the table.

Would you look at those babies wiggle. How big are they any way? Gotta be at least 40 inchers. At least.

"I, uh, guess, uh, nothing, if you say so, but, uh, well, uh," he stuttered, watching her tits jiggling under her halter-top, "what are, uh, the neighbors gonna think? Us here all alone by ourselves."

"Oh, didn't your parents tell you that I am your chaperone for the evening?" she smiled at him, setting his sandwich down and leaning over the table to give him another eyeful of her abundant cleavage.

Yeah, mom said something about if an emergency came up to come over here. Well, an emergency has come up, pardon the pun, but I'd better hide it with my boombox until I'm sure what's going on. Oh, shit, look at those big, beautiful boobs.

"Uh, yeah, they did. So I guess that makes, uh, you the boss," he smiled nervously, trying to maneuver his boombox down to cover the growing evidence of his appreciation of her womanly attributes.

"That's right," she smiled at him as she sat down at the table, pleased to see that she had aroused him without really trying, "so sit down and have lunch with me."

Look at her nipples. They must be as hard as a rock the way they're sticking out. She must be excited, too.

As Hank stumbled over to the table, Rachel felt her nipples jutting out, swollen and hard, straining out against the thin material of her blouse as the boy's eyes swept over them.

Damn, my cock is so hard, I can't sit down. Now what? Oh, well, I'll just have to straighten it out.

Rachel watched him trying to sit down, but it was obvious that his painfully swollen organ was caught in an untenable position and he had to reach down and straighten it before he could sit down. Finally, his face a bright crimson, he sat down.

I bet my face is as red as a frigging beet. But look at her, she is just smiling like she knows that she made me hard like this.

Smiling at him with a look of amusement on her face, she didn't say anything.

I'm not hungry for this kind of food. I want some pussy. Like the one that's between her legs. I bet her pussy tastes as sweet as honey.

The charged atmosphere of the room was almost explosive as they sat nibbling at their sandwiches. And Rachel knew that it wouldn't take much to set it off as her mind wandered back to the previous night. She felt a sudden rush of excitement as the picture of his big, thick cock filled her mind.

Hey, look at her. She's blushing, too. Wonder what's going through her head?

She knew that she must have been blushing as badly as he was as she fought to remove the picture from her mind.

Uh, I guess that I better try and make conversation. I don't want her to think that I'm a dolt.

"Uh, when are Dave and Mr. Vickers going, uh, to get back?" Hank muttered.

"Oh, uh, tomorrow afternoon sometime," Rachel told him, trying not to choke on her food. "What time are your folks going to be back?"

I don't know, Sunday night, I think.

"Sunday night, I guess," Hank said, taking the last bite of his sandwich and choking it down.

"Would you like another sandwich?" Rachel asked, seeing that he had finished his sandwich.

She didn't know what she was doing. She didn't really have any plans, but she knew that she didn't want the boy to leave. Didn't want him to leave until she had the courage to make something happen, she thought.

No. Let's get this thing going or send me packing. I can't stand much more of this suspense.

"Oh, no, uh, but it, the sandwich was great," Hank told her, anxiously pushing the plate back.

"Are you sure?" she said, trying to decide if she was really prepared to put her plan into action.

Well, I guess I'll just have to put it all on the line. I'll tell her that I'd better leave and if she asks me to stay, I'll know whether she wants me or not.

"Yes, Ma'am. I'm full. I'd better get back over to my house. Besides, you probably don't want some kid hanging around all day."

"Now what makes you think that?" she smiled at him casually brushing her hand down over her breasts. "I'd say it looks like we're both in the same boat, wouldn't you? I don't have any plans for this afternoon, do you?"

Oh, man, there she goes again. Running her hand over her tits. If only that was my hand. What does she mean both in the same boat?

"Uh, no, not really, why?" he choked out.

"Well, since we've been abandoned and are all alone," she told him, "I guess it is up to us to entertain ourselves. Don't you agree?"

I think I might have a chance. I just hope that I don't screw it up.

"Uh, I don't know," Hank stammered, "I guess so."

"Then how would you like to watch a movie with me?" she grinned, boldly starring into his eyes.

Watch a movie? I had something else in mind. But what the heck, it's a start.

"Really?" he blurted back. "I don't want to be a bother."

"You aren't a bother" she smiled at him, "And don't worry, if you become a bother, I'll let you know."

Now what?

"Uh, okay, then I guess it's a movie, then, "he said, trying to swallow the lump in his throat.

"Good," she gushed, standing up quickly, making her breasts bob up and down wildly. "Then why don't you go on into the rec. room and I'll get us a movie. Any suggestions?"

Suggestions? Yeah, how about some porn. Porn with young boys fucking older women.

"Uh, I, uh, adventure, uh, I guess," he stammered.

She grinned at him and swished over to the door, her hips swaying from side to side enticingly. She could feel the boy's eyes boring into her rear-end as it wiggled with each step. So far, everything was going well, she thought to herself as the seeds of a plan took root inside her head.

Oh, what an ass! Look at it wiggle and jiggle as she walks. God, I'd kill for a piece of that.

Hank waited until she was gone before he quickly stood up and grabbed himself, hurriedly repositioning his rock-hard cock. Then, picking up his boombox, he shuffled off into the rec. room and sat down on the couch in front of the television holding the boombox in his lap to hide his erection.

"That's looks very uncomfortable," Rachel laughed as she strolled back into the room with a video in her hand.

Uh, yeah, but if I didn't have it in my lap, you could see how hard I was.

"Huh," Hank gulped, "Uh, what do you mean?"

"Holding that big, heavy boombox in your lap looks awful uncomfortable," she repeated as she sauntered over to the television.

Maybe she wants to see it. Maybe, I'll just move it and show her how hard she is making me.

Spreading her legs apart just enough to steady herself, she bent forward from the waist leaving her rear end thrust up in the air and pointing directly at Hank. By bending over, she stretched her shorts so tight they slipped down into the crack of her beautiful ass, leaving the outer portion of the firm, round cheeks of her ass bare.

Oh, my God. I'm going to have a fucking heart attack. Look at that beautiful ass. Perfect. Smooth as a baby's butt, but so much prettier.

Hank's face turned two shades redder as he stared at her upturned butt.

Finally after what seemed like hours, Rachel stood back up. Reaching down, she tugged her shorts back down covering the soft, smooth skin of her buttocks.

Damn, I'm so hard I hope that I don't poke a hole through my frigging boombox.

"There," she said, stepping back, "that ought to do it. I'm going to fix us some popcorn. You go ahead and watch the start of it and I'll be back in a minute."

"Uh, Okay," he said, still holding onto the boombox to hide his swollen penis.

Thank goodness. Now maybe I can fix my cock so that I can breathe. It's so big, I think it is going to tear a hole in my blue jeans.

When he was sure that she was gone, he shoved his hand down into his shorts, grabbing hold of his cock and tried to reposition it into a more comfortable position. But trying to make eight inches of swollen, rock-hard cock comfortable inside a pair of tight blue jeans was impossibility.

Now what movie did she pick out?

Then, the images on the giant screen of the television slowly came swimming into focus. Hank gasped and held onto to his boombox so tightly his fingers began to turn white.

It can't be! I must be dreaming. It's a boy fucking an older woman. I can't fucking believe it. It's a porn movie!

Closing his eyes, he squeezed them tightly and then opened them again. The scene hadn't changed. The boy was still fucking the hell out of the older woman. He hadn't imagined it.

Boy, look at him give it to her. And he's about the same age as me. And the lady looks like she is about the same age as Mrs. Vickers. I can't fucking believe it!

Starring goggle-eyed at the television screen, he watched the boy's impressive cock slide in and out of the lady's pink, wet slit.

"OH, FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE," Rachel gasped as she came walking back into the room, "WHAT IN THE WORLD, HOW DID I.UH.OH, NO, I DIDN'T."

Don't change it now.

Setting the popcorn down, Rachel rushed around the couch and turned off the VCR.

No, Please, don't turn it off.

"Oh, Hank," she blushed, turning beet red, "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to put that tape on. I'm sorry. Oscar must have put the wrong box cover on."

Was it a mistake? Did she really make a mistake, or was she just trying to act like it was a mistake?

"UH, Uh, Oh, Uh," Hank gulped, swallowing and trying to regain some semblance of control, "I, Uh, I, uh, oh, I, uh."

Crap! Now, uh, what in the hell am I supposed to say?

"Thank goodness there wasn't anyone else here," she gasped, "it's bad enough for you to see it, but at least there wasn't a crowd."

Well, why don't you and I just do the same thing they were doing?

Hank just sat there starring at her with his mouth open.

Slipping out the pornographic video, Rachel turned around and faced Hank

"Are you all right?" she asked, seeing that he was white as a sheet and barely breathing.

How am I supposed to be? Sitting here in front of my best bud's mom after she just showed me a porn movie? Then she asks me if I'm all right. Jeez!

"Uh, I, Uh, Well, I, Uh, don't know," he blubbered out.

Standing up, Rachel slipped over to where he sat and reached down to feel of his forehead.

What? What is she doing now?

"My goodness," she remarked, finding his skin cool and wet, "you're all clammy, like you're in shock."

I think I'm going to come right now. Look at her tits. I could reach out and touch them.

"Uh-huh," he managed to blurt out as her fiery fingers caressed his brow.

"Maybe you need some mouth to mouth resuscitation," she smiled down at him suggestively.

Mouth to mouth resuscitation. Yeah, Baby. Do that and I'll suck your tongue off.

"OH, MY, Jeez, Uh, Mrs. Vickers," Hank gasped out.

"But first," she murmured, bending down and slipping the video back into the VCR and turning it back on, "why don't you watch the movie while I find out where your problem is."

Huh! Oh My God! She put the fucking movie back in the VCR.

Hank sat there flicking his eyes from the TV to Rachel as she slowly strolled around behind the couch.

Where is she going now? What is she going to do now?

"First, let's get rid of this," she said, prying his finger off his boombox up and lifting it out of his lap, "maybe that's what is blocking your circulation."

Well, the cat's out of the bag now. She can see how hard it is.

"Oh, dear me. I think I've spotted the trouble already," she said coyly as she quickly took off her halter-top unbeknownst to the stunned boy.

Then, leaning down over the back of the couch, she straddled his neck with her mountainous breasts.

Oh, fuck, she doesn't have her top on anymore. I can feel her hot tits rubbing against my neck. Of, fuck, what's she fucking doing?

Rachel moved her hands slowly down off his shoulders onto his chest and then on down over his belly.

Oh, shit. She's going straight for my prick. If she touches it, I'll come.

"It looks like there is a huge, swollen lump in your jeans," she said, slowly unthreading his belt and unsnapping the catch on his jeans.

What the fuck did you expect?

With her big, jiggling tits still straddling his neck, she leisurely unzipped his blue jeans. Rubbing her breasts against him, she teasingly spread open his jeans.

I'M GOING TO HAVE A FUCKING HEART ATTACK!

"Oh, MY, oh, MY, oh, MY," she gushed as she gently eased his shorts down off his pulsating giant, "it's just as lovely as I remember it."

REMEMBER IT? Why did she say she remembers it? She's never seen it before.

"Huh, what, what do you," Hank moaned, his cock twitching dangerously and threatening to explode any second, "what, what do you mean remember?"

When did she see my cock? This is getting crazier and crazier. Maybe I'm just dreaming all this.

"Never mind, dear boy," Rachel told him, stepping back away from the couch, dragging her big tits off his neck, "I'll explain later, but first, we need to take care of your problem."

Take care of my problem? Are we going to fuck right here on the fucking couch?

"What do you mean?" he gasped out, his face beet red and the blood vessels in his neck jutting out like cords of blue rope.

Then she quickly stepped around in front of him with her giant tits bared and jiggling wildly.

Oh, fucking God. Would you look at those things. They're fucking awesome. I've never seen such gorgeous fucking tits.

Hank's swollen prick jumped and twitched dangerously as he gawked at her wriggling breasts.

"Do you like my breasts?" she asked him, dropping down onto her knees in front of him as his cock jerked up and down wildly.

Like them? I fucking love them. They're fucking beautiful.

"Oh, God, Yes," Hank sputtered, his cock jerking up and down threatening to explode at any second, "they're beautiful."

"So is this," Rachel smiled, gently taking his throbbing cock in her hand and giving it a little squeeze.

Don't do that, Mrs. Vickers. Don't do that or you're going to get a face full of cum.

"IMMMGOINNNGTOCUMMMMMMMMM," Hank groaned loudly as his thick, hard cock began to lurch up and down uncontrollably. "I CAN'T STOPPPPPPPPITTTTTTTT!"

"That's okay, honey. Let it go," she blurted out as she bent down and quickly sucked the monster into her mouth.

JESUSFUCKINGCHRIST SHE'S SUCKING ON MY COCK. OHNO HERE IT COMES. I CAN FEEL IT SHOOTING UP MY COCK.

"FUCCCKKKKKKK!" He bellowed out as Rachel encircled his gigantically swollen cock head with her lips.

OH SHIT, I'M COMING IN HER MOUTH. I CAN'T BELIEVE IT. OH, GOD, IT FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD. OH, GOD, FEELS TOO DAMN GOOD. I CAN'T STOP IT. OH CHRIST, NOW I'M BLUBBERING LIKE A BABY BUT I CAN'T STOP IT.

She thought he was having a heart attack as his body stiffened and he began to cry.

Then, as she hungrily sucked and pulled on his throbbing cock, it erupted spurting a huge, thick spurt of his creamy, hot cum into her mouth.

OH, I'M GOING TO DIE. IT FEELS TOO FUCKING GOOD.

"CANNNTTTTTSSTTTOPPPPPCUUMMMINNNN," Hank moaned, tears running down his cheek as his cock jerked and spasmed inside her hot, sucking mouth and his hips buck up and down.

Oh, suck on it hard. Suck it all out. Suck out all of my cum.

Crying out, he thrust his hips upward, driving the thick, puffy head of his cock even deeper into Rachel's mouth as she continued to suck and pull on his spewing cock.

Nipping at the spurting monster with her sharp little teeth, she teased and tormented it as it bucked and jerked over and over again filling her mouth with his thick, gummy cum. There was so much cum gushing out of his giant penis, Rachel could feel it running down her chin and dripping down onto her heaving breasts. But again and again it gathered itself and spouted out gush after gush of his sperm-filled semen into her mouth.

She thought it would never stop.

Oh, it won't stop. It feels so fucking good. So fucking good. Keep sucking baby. Keep sucking on it.

"Ohmsvickrsfeelsogood," he moaned as his penis continued to empty itself into her hot, sucking mouth.

Holding onto his convulsing cock with one tightly, clenched fist, her other hand found his giant, goose-egged sized balls. Squeezing and fondling them with her fingers, she coaxed out more and more of his super-heated cream out into her mouth.

Ah there it goes again. Ah, again. Ah sheit, again.

Rachel kept on sucking him and swallowing his thick, syrupy cream as it poured out into her mouth in an unending stream. Strangely, she found his cum delightfully sweet. It tasted like thick, gooey cream as it splashed onto her tongue.

Oh, no, I think it's about over. It feels like it's stopping. But I don't want it to ever stop. Oh, it feels so fucking good.

Finally, with one last spasm, his cock stopped twitching and almost immediately began to shrink inside her mouth. Giving the ponderous tube of softening flesh one last suck and relishing the flavor of his last milky offering, she slowly lifted her head and let the withering cock slither out of her mouth.

Jeez, it's running down her chin. There was so much she couldn't swallow all of it. Oh, I hope she doesn't think I'm a jerk for coming in her mouth. Wait, what the hell. I didn't do nothing. She did it all on her own.

"Oh, God, Mrs. Vickers, I'm sorry," he sniffled, wiping the tears off his cheeks with the back of his hand.

"Sorry for what?" she asked him running her tongue around her lips, licking at the stream of his jism running from her mouth down to his shrinking manhood, "Didn't you like it?"

Like it? I fucking loved it. But I didn't think women liked for men to come in their mouth. Oh, crap, she licking my cum off her lips. MY CUM. Dave's mom is licking my cum off her lips. I can't fucking believe it.

"OH, God, Yes, but I'm sorry that I, uh, uh, oh, uh, ca, uh, you know, uh, cam, uh, came in, uh, your, uh, mouth," he stammered out.

"If I hadn't wanted you to come in my mouth," Rachel smiled at him, still licking her lips and running the back of her hand across her chin to wipe away the errant stream of pearl-colored jism, "I wouldn't have put your big, bad boy in my mouth, would I?"

Fuck! I think I'm in love. She's so beautiful and she likes to suck my dick. What can I tell her?

"Oh, Jeez, Mrs. Vickers, I just," he started only to be interrupted by her.

"I think you can call me, Rachel," she laughed, slowly easing his shorts down his legs and untying his shoes.

Rachel. She wants me to call her by her first name. Rachel. I don't know if I can do that. What's she gonna do now?

"What? What are you doing now, uh, uh, Rachel?" he asked her as she eased his shoes off.

"What does it look like, silly?" she smirked, pulling off his jeans and shorts. "I'm taking your clothes off."

Why is she taking my clothes off? I just finished. I've already shot my wad.

"Uh, yeah. Uh, but what, uh, what are we going to do now, Mrs. Vickers?" he timidly asked, starring down at her sitting on the floor between his legs.

Maybe it's different with older women. Maybe they know how to do it even after you come.

"Rachel. Remember you can call me, Rachel. I think we know each other well enough to be on a first name basis by now," she giggled reaching out and wrapping her hand around his shrunken manhood. "Don't you?"

Man, I don't know if I can call her Rachel. She's Mrs. Vickers to me. Mrs. Vickers, Dave's mother and my fantasy lover. Calling her Rachel just doesn't seem right.

"Uh, Okay. But, I don't know if I, uh, can call you, uh, Rachel," he said, smiling childishly. "It, uh, it just doesn't feel right, uh, for me to call you, uh, uh, Rachel."

Pushing herself to her feet and watching her big, pendulous breast wriggle, she wondered what must be going through his head right at this moment.

God, would you look at her tits wiggle. I've just shot my wad, but looking at her big, beautiful tits is getting me excited again.