PART THREE - GETTING ACQUAINTED

Looking down at him sprawled on his back half-lying, half-sitting on the couch, she saw that his cock was now soft. Yet, it was still big and puffy and Rachel could hardly wait until he was once again hard so she could have her turn.

Rachel saw the glazed look of gratification and shock in his eyes as he let his eyes wander over her body. Could he see the wet spot between her legs, she wondered. He must be able to, she thought because it felt like she was leaking out juice by the buckets.

Her shorts are wet. She's excited, too.

"Gosh, Mrs., uh, Vic, uh, Rachel," Hank grunted, staring down at her crotch, "you're really wet down there."

"What?" she asked him.

She had heard him, but hadn't really been listening as her mind was racing ahead to her next move.

I hope that I'm not making an idiot of myself.

"You're really wet down there," he repeated himself, pointing down to her shorts.

"Well, you made me that way, you silly boy," she smiled, spreading her legs and looking down at herself.

I made her wet? God, I'm only eighteen and she's gotta be in her thirties. And I made her wet. How fucking exciting is that?

"Have you ever done it with a woman?" she asked him coyly, stepping closer.

Done it? Does she mean have I ever fucked a real woman? Hell, no, not an older woman. Just girls.

"Uh, uh, a woman?" he mumbled.

"Yes. Have you ever made love to a woman?" she went on, reaching down and taking hold of his hands.

I wonder if girls count.

'Uh, not, uh, not an old, older woman, just girls," he said bashfully as she lifted his hands up to her waist.

"Well, that's all going to change today," she told him, taking his fingers and easing them down inside the waistband of her shorts. "Have you ever seen an, uh, older woman's pussy?"

I'm just going to say no this time. I really haven't seen an older woman's pussy. Just pictures.

"Pictures," he grunted, slowly pulling her shorts down her hips until suddenly they went skittering down her legs landing in a puddle around her ankles. She wasn't wearing any panties, he giddily saw.

Lifting one foot at a time, she stepped out of her shorts and stood before the boy completely naked.

Oh fucking Christ! She's naked. Oh, she's fucking beautiful.

"Did the girl's pussies look like this?" she asked him, spreading her legs apart slightly.

No, no, they didn't look like that at all. They looked like someone had just cut them down there with a knife. There was just a slit. They didn't have big lips like yours. And not hardly that much hair down there. Hell, there were only two of them and they were only eighteen years old. What would you expect?

"God, No," he snorted, slipping his hands between her shapely legs and gently forcing them wider apart.

It's fucking awesome. Look at it. Look at all the hair around it. And it's so wet.

"They didn't have hardly any hair," he wheezed as her legs slipped farther and farther apart until he could see the mysterious opening peeking out from the midst of her forest of kinky blond hair.

I wonder if she will let me touch it? MAYBE I CAN STICK MY FINGER IN IT.

Slowly running his hand up the satiny smoothness of her thigh, he looked her straight into her eyes and gently fingered the thick, meaty lips surrounding her vaginal opening.

She let me touch her there. Oh, it's so hot and soft.

Then dropping his eyes back down to her pussy, he softly probed the puffy, swollen lips with his finger as he saw her juices slowly trickling down her inner thighs.

And so fucking wet

"Jeez," she mumbled as she felt him fingering her, "you're making me hotter."

I'm going to stick my finger in it and see how hot and wet it is inside.

"Do you like it?" she muttered, barely able to stand as he gently eased a long, thick finger up into the hot socket of her pussy.

Like it? I'd fucking kill for it. This is so fucking wild. I wonder if I can put two fingers in it?

"It's awesome," he groaned, easing a second finger up inside of her wet, slippery hole.

I wonder if she likes for me to put my fingers in her pussy?

"Does that feel good?" he timidly asked her as she tried to keep her balance.

"Oh, Fuck, Yes," she panted, pushing her cunt down onto his probing fingers.

Oh, jeez, she is fucking my fingers with her pussy. Can it take three fingers?

"And this?" he asked a third time, carefully easing another finger up into the accommodating channel of her drenched cunt.

"I'm going to cum all over your hand, any second now," she gasped.

What can I do to make her come? I've never done anything like this with a real woman before. What can I do?

"What, uh, what do you want me to do?" he asked her.

"Fuck me with your fingers," she panted, clenching her cunt muscles down around his sopping fingers, "and touch my clit. Rub it with your finger."

Damn, I'm getting hard again just doing this to her. This is so fucking crazy.

"Like this?" he timidly asked her as he began to ease his fingers in and out of her pussy and gently flicking his thumb across her bulging clitoris.

"Oh, MY, Fucking, Lord, I'm commminnnnggggg," she groaned out in anguish as her body began to shake and quiver.

Jeez! Older women sure do come fast. I hardly even had to touch her. Jeez, she looks like she is having a convulsion or a fit or something. And her pussy is squeezing my fingers so tight.

As she tottered above him, he kept his fingers sliding in and out of her imploding pussy as it gushed out a river of juice onto his hand. Then as she began to waver, threatening to fall, he pulled his fingers out of her and wrapped his arms around her waist. Pulling her to him, he held her as the fires of a horrific orgasm consumed her.

I'm going to hold on to her so that she doesn't fall and hurt herself. She is shaking like she is having a fucking seizure. But wait, maybe I can hold on to her and put my fingers back in her pussy, too.

As the fires inside her pussy licked at her very soul, her teeth began to chatter and her body writhed about senselessly. Then as he held her tightly with one arm, he eased his fingers back inside her pussy. She groaned as she felt him begin to finger fuck her again. Hunching herself against his hand, she could feel her pussy convulsing down around his fingers and anointing his fingers with her juice. She had never experienced anything like it as her cunt poured out juice until Hank's hand was dripping with the gunky stuff.

Oh, fuck, look at that. She's pouring out so much stuff it's running down my arm. Is she peeing? I can't believe how much stuff is coming out of her pussy. It's pouring out of her like water out of a broken faucet. Maybe I broke something inside of her. Jeez, I hope that I didn't hurt her.

That was the last thing Rachel remembered as she slumped down onto the couch.

Oh, Crap. Is she having a frigging heart attack? Maybe she is an epileptic. What now?

The next thing she knew, Hank was gently rolling her over onto her back.

Thank goodness, she's waking up again. I'm going to look down there and see if I broke anything.

"Gosh, Mrs. Vickers, did you faint?" she heard him ask her as she felt him slowly forcing her legs apart.

"I think so," she mumbled. "What are you doing?"

"I'm, I'm looking to see if, if I broke anything down there," he muttered staring down at her oozing pussy.

"And, would you be able to tell if you did?" she laughed.

"Uh, uh, no, I guess, not," he snickered.

"Do you like my pussy?" she asked him as the big, meaty lips of her vagina wetly unfurled themselves like a rose petals blossoming open wider and wider as a trickle of her pungent woman-juice bubbled out and trickled down into a pool between her long, lovely legs.

It's the most beautiful thing on the face of the fucking earth.

"It's awesome," he grinned at her again, gently fingering the soft pink lips of her pussy.

"Why don't you make us a drink?" she purred, running her hand down his arm lovingly.

A drink? She still want's me to hang around. I've died and gone to fucking heaven. Getting a blowjob from my best friend's mom, making her come, and now getting to drink her booze.

"Uh, okay, uh, what, uh, what would you like?" he asked her, standing up and seeing his half-hard cock flopping up and down heavily.

"A CC and coke," she smiled up at him, "but first, why don't you take your shirt off."

Hey, maybe we're really going to fuck. She want's me to get naked like her. Maybe we're going to get drunk and fuck all damn night.

"Uh, okay," he grinned back at her.

It feels kind of funny being naked in front of her. But if that's what she wants, that's what she gets.

Peeling his tee shirt up over his head, he grinned and tossed it atop his shorts.

I just hope I don't do something stupid so she thinks I'm still a fucking kid.

Watching him try to act so grown up, she admired the way his young, firm ass rippled with each step he took as he walked over to the bar and slipped in behind it.

CC. I don't see anything that says CC. I wonder what CC is?

"Let's see, CC is?" he said looking over the line of bottles behind the bar.

"Canadian Club," Rachel told him, curling up on the couch waiting for him. "The bottle right in front of you."

Well, I hope she doesn't think I'm just a kid who doesn't know anything about booze. Even if I don't.

"Oh, yeah, here it is," he grinned sheepishly, picking up the bottle and looking at the label.

"Ice and coke are in the fridge," she said, watching him trying to act so cool.

I wonder how much booze I'm supposed to put in it?

"Coming right up," he said, bending down and opening the fridge.

Rachel couldn't believe that this was happening so easily. She knew she should feel some guilt for having an affair, but she didn't. Maybe it was because she was still angry with Oscar for shunning her last night, she thought. But even still, she wasn't just having an affair. She was having an affair with her son's best friend. A teenager. She knew that what she was doing was wrong in so many ways, but somehow it just didn't matter. And she wasn't going to let her conscience ruin it for her.

As she sat excusing herself for seducing the young boy, she watched him pick up the glasses and start back toward the couch. Her eyes automatically dipped down to his big, fat cock as it flopped around sluggishly. It was still half-soft, but she could see that it was regaining some of its earlier potency.

I hope I made it right. I've never drank CC before.

"Here, uh, Mrs., uh, Rachel," Hank stammered walking up to the couch and handing her, her drink.

Taking her drink, she took a little sip and smiled up at him.

"Do you like CC?"

I don't know. I'll find out in a second though. I can't let her think I'm just a kid who hasn't ever drank CC before.

"Uh, yeah, uh, I drink it all the time. Uh, I drink it over at our house," he said, taking a gulp of his drink.

OH NO. THAT FUCKING STUFF IS STRONG. I MUST HAVE PUT TOO MUCH IN IT.

Then as he tried to swallow, he coughed most of it out, blowing half his drink all over Rachel.

"Jeez, uh, I, cough, uh, I, cough, think I made mine too strong," he wheezed trying to catch his breath.

Smiling up at him, Rachel reached up and wiped the droplets of his drink off her breasts.

"I think so," she laughed.

What a dolt. That made me look like a fucking clown.

Coughing and clearing his throat, he finally took another sip and managed to get it down without choking.

Boy, I bet she thinks I'm a fucking moron.

"Sorry," he grunted.

"That's okay," she said, patting the cushion beside her.

She doesn't seem to mind. Maybe she doesn't think I'm a child.

Thinking about all the times she had watched him secretly as he had walked by the house or ridden by on his bike, she still found it hard to believe. Hard to believe that the two of them were sitting beside each other on her couch without a stitch of clothes on.

Neither of them spoke as they looked into each other's eyes and listened to the steady hum of the air conditioner.

What is she thinking? Is she ready to fuck? I want to fuck her. Fuck her all fucking afternoon long.

How many people were driving or walking by the house unaware of the twisted evil that was going on inside, she wondered?

"This is very nice," she smiled at him, running her hand up his thigh toward his cock that was struggling to lift its big, purple head.

Is she talking about my cock?

"Uh, I'm glad that you like it," he blushed again.

"No," she giggled, "I wasn't talking about your penis, silly boy. I meant sitting here with you."

Hey, how was I supposed to know? She was putting her hand up next to my cock.

"Uh, yeah, awesome," he smiled back at her, taking another long pull on his drink. "I never, ever thought that I'd be doing this either."

"Neither did I," she said, tickling his cock with a long, red fingernail.

Should I tell her that I've always thought she is the prettiest woman in town? Why not, she is. Well, close anyway, besides mom.

"I, uh, I think about you all the time," he said, blushing again. "I thought, uh, I think, uh, that you are the prettiest woman in all of Vallejo."

"Oh, how nice," she tittered, slowly wrapping her hand around his swelling manhood.

Oh, man, what is she going to do now? Is she going to jack me off? I hope not, because I want to fuck. Fuck her. Fuck her all afternoon.

"If I'd only known," she smiled at him, gently squeezing the thick shaft of his cock.

Her hand is so soft and warm. It feels so good.

"Your hand is so warm," he giggled.

"I saw your penis last night while you were asleep," she told him, blushing herself. "And I haven't been the same since."

So that was it. That is why she said it was just like she remembered it. Did she know that I was dreaming about her?

"Jeez, Mrs. Vick, Rachel, you're making me blush," he said, turning even redder.

"It's not my fault that you have such a lovely cock," she laughed softly, looking down at his penis as it grew in her hand.

"Here hold this," she told him, handing him her half full glass.

What? What is she going to do now?

Looking at him, her big, brown eyes fastened on his, she slowly opened her mouth and leaned forward. Their eyes locked in a lustful stare, she eased the fingers of her other hand underneath his large, dangling balls, gently squeezing and fondling the great eggs. Still looking up into his eyes, she ran her tiny, pink tongue around her lips and then lifted the great mauve head of his cock up to her lips. Opening her mouth wider, she slowly sucked the round, tapered head of his cock into her mouth. Slowly she moved her soft, full lips farther and farther down the big, round barrel of his cock as more and more of it disappeared into her mouth. Inch by inch, his rapidly hardening cock slipped into her mouth. She sucked him deeper and deeper into her mouth until she felt the great, round cock head slip into the opening of her throat. Fighting not to gag, she suddenly thrust herself down on him forcing his cock head up into her throat.

SHE'S FUCKING DEEP THROATING ME! I CAN'T FUCKING BELIEVE IT. DAVE'S MOTHER IS FUCKING DEEP THROATING ME. OH GOD!

"Ohfuuuuuukkkkkkkkk," Hank gasped.

She could only imagine what he must be going through his head as she forced her mouth down on him until her lips were encircling the hairy base of his monstrous cock.

Can this be real? Can it really be happening? She's got the whole fucking thing in her mouth and throat. I didn't think a woman could take all my cock into her mouth. Oh, jeez, I feel like I'm going to come again if she keeps it in there much longer.

He was gasping for breath, fighting back the urge to come as she held his cock lodged up inside her throat. Then she swallowed letting the muscles of her throat clutch and pull on his cock. Not knowing how much longer she could go on without breathing, she swallowed again and again, masturbating him with her throat muscles as he writhed in anguish.

I CAN FEEL IT COMING. IT IS GOING TO SHOOT OFF ANY SECOND. SHE'S GOING TO SUCK ME OFF AGAIN.

"OH, RACHEEELLLLLL, YOU'D BETTER STOP," Hank growled, "Ican'tholditbacklonger."

Realizing how near he was to another orgasm, Rachel quickly backed away, slipping her soft lips off his bulging cock head as his fully primed penis sprang out into the open.

Wow, that was too fucking close. Don't touch it. Don't touch it or I'll come.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh," he muttered as she saw him straining to keep from coming.

Wanting him to fuck her with him giant cock this time, she leaned back away from him leaving his cock twitching in the air, dangerously close to eruption.

"Nice," she smiled, flicking her tongue out and licking her lips as the spit-drenched monster now jutted straight up into the air a full eight inches long.

Thank God. She's backing away from it. I want to fuck her and fill up her pussy with my cum this time. I want to fuck her and come inside of her cunt.

"Did you like that?" she grinned at him, sitting up and taking her drink from his trembling hand.

Too fucking much.

"Awesome. Just fucking awesome, Mrs. Vickers," he panted. "No one has ever done that to me before. I thought I was too big."

"Well, I must admit that it was quite a chore," she laughed softly, "getting all of you inside."

"It looked awesome seeing your lips around the bottom of my cock," he grinned.

"Let's go upstairs," Rachel whispered, letting her hand wander over his stiff, jutting manhood.

Upstairs? What's upstairs? What is wrong with right here? I'm ready to fuck right now.

"Upstairs?" he huffed.

"The bed is upstairs," she laughed softly, "and making love on a bed is so much more comfortable than a couch."

Boy are you a dolt. Of course it would be more fun to fuck her in her own bed. The same bed she sleeps in with her husband. He would get to take her husband's place and fuck her in his own bed. How fucking bad would that be.

"Oh, uh, oh, yeah," he grinned, his cock jumping excitedly as he struggled to his feet.

Let's go. Let's go fuck.

Stepping back, his cock bouncing up and down excitedly, Hank took her hand and pulled her to her feet sending her big, droopy breasts into convulsions of movement.

I'd love to tit fuck her, too. Stick my cock between her big, beautiful tits and come in her mouth while I fucked her tits and she sucked on my cock.

"You have the prettiest tits in the whole world, Mrs. Vickers," he told her, openly ogling them.

"Why, thank you, Hank," she laughed, thrusting them into his chest. "I'm glad you like them."

"Here," she said, turning up her drink and finishing it. "Why don't you make us another drink and I'll meet you up in my bedroom."

I'll be up there before you can count to one.

"Okay," he smiled, tipping his glass up and killing his drink.

Nice. I got a little buzz off that drink. Kind of a warm, tingly feeling. I wonder if she feels her drink, too?

"But hurry," she laughed, reaching down and running her hand down to his thick, hard prick that was jutting out and pulsating up and down impatiently.

Oh, God, what a fucking sexy lady. I wish I could fuck her every day.

"Yes Ma'am," he grinned, taking the glasses and hurrying over to the bar as she strolled up the stairs.

Hank started to reach for the bottle, but paused and watched her as she sashayed up the stairs with her beautiful ass provocatively swishing from side to side.

Most fucking beautiful ass in the world. Sometimes he had trouble figuring what to watch when she walked. Her gorgeous tits or her delightful rear-end.

Hurrying into her bedroom, she closed the door behind her and jerked open the bottom drawer of her chest of drawers. Digging through the jumble of soft, silky lingerie she pulled out a pair of sheer, black hose and a lacy, black garter belt.

Might as well dress the part of the slut, she told herself. Dress like a slut, since I am one. Besides, I'll bet Hank will get a charge out of it. All the men I know like it when I dress up, she told herself as she sat down the bed and pulled the hose on. Then just as she was wrapping the garter belt around her trim belly, she heard a knock on the door.

Uh, I wonder if I should just go on in? But she must have closed the door for a reason. What's she doing in there? Did she change her mind? Maybe she realized what we were doing was wrong or something and she's in there crying or something.

"Uh, Mrs. Vickers, uh, are you in there?"

"Yes, silly boy," she giggled, attaching one of the frilly straps from the garter belt to her hose. "Just hold your horses for a couple of minutes and I'll have a surprise for you when you come inside."

Surprise? What now? I can't even think straight any more. I guess that I'll just have to stand out here and wait. And drink.

"Uh, okay," she heard him mumble from the other side of the door.

Quickly attaching the rest of the thongs down to her hose, she stood up and ran her hands down her long, shapely legs, smoothing out the stockings. Then she strolled over to her closet and stepped into a pair of black, patent leather stiletto pumps. She immediately grew another three inches taller. Now she would be taller than Hank, she smiled sauntering over to the door.

Throwing the door open, she leaned against the door striking a provocative pose for him.

Jeez! She's got stockings and a garter belt on. Oh, my fucking God. Better than in my frigging dreams. She is the most gorgeous fucking woman in the whole fucking wide world. And look at those fucking high heels.

Hank stood gawking at her, holding the drinks in his hands, his cock jumped back to immediate attention, bobbing up and down wildly.

"Wow! Awesome!" He exclaimed, trying not to spill the drinks.

"Here, let me hold those," she murmured, taking the glasses from his trembling hands and thrusting her big, soft breasts close to his mouth. Then, turning slightly, she maneuvered one of the big, bulbous nipples into his mouth.

Her tits. Her big, beautiful tits. She wants me to suck on her monster tits. The most beautiful tits in the world and I'm going to suck on them.

Hank quickly sucked the taut, bulging nipple into his mouth as she pressed her breast into his face. Sucking and pulling on her nipple with his lips, he wrapped his icy, cold hands around her other breast.

Damn, her nipple is as hard as a rock. It feels like it is as big as a fucking golf ball. I fucking love it.

"Oh, your hands are cold," she winced as he roughly squeezed and massaged the mountain of soft, pliant flesh, letting his finger and thumb roll and tweak the big, hard nipple between them.

This is even better than my dreams.

"Sorry," he mumbled, letting her nipple slip out of his mouth a second before he sucked it back into his mouth.

"But, it feels so good," she sighed.

Her tits are so soft and wiggly. They wiggle ever time I touch them and her nipples are so big and hard. Oh jeez.

After a few moments, she tried to step back away from him, but he held onto her, hungrily sucking on her big, hard nipple.

I don't want to let go of it. It feels so good to suck on it. I feel like a frigging baby nursing on his mommy.

"Why don't we go into the bedroom and get into bed so I can play with you too?" she said, trying to pull back away from him again.

Oh, I want you to do that, but I don't want to let go of your tits.

"MNMmmmmmmppphhhh," Hank mumbled with his mouth full of her breast.

"Didn't your mother teach you not to talk with your mouth full?" Rachel lustily laughed.

I wonder what my mother would say if she knew that I was sucking on one of her best friend's tits. I wonder what it would be like to suck on my mother's tits. Oh, jeez, I feel like I'm going to come again.

Finally, he let go of the big, reddened nipple and let it slip out of his mouth.

Just thinking about sucking on my mother's tits is so fucking exciting. And since mom and Mrs. Vickers are about the same age, it almost like doing it to my mother, too.

"Mother never talked to me about sucking on a woman's breast," he smiled as his cock twitched up and down.

"Do you and your mother ever talk about sex?" Rachel asked slyly, taking a sip of her drink as she took hold of his hand.

God, is she psychic? Does she know everything I'm thinking? Does she know how exciting it is to think about fucking your mother?

"No," he mumbled, his cock jerking up and down noticeably. "Do you talk to Dave about it?"

"What would you say," she smiled wickedly, leading him toward the bed, "if I told you that Dave and I had done it before?"

Holy fucking Christ! Dave has done his mother. I can't fucking believe it. Dave with his little pencil dick has fucked his mother and never even let on about it.

"What?" he gasped, this time his cock lurching upward until it stood pointing at the ceiling.

"You mean talked about it," he choked out, "or really done it?"

"Why, haven't you ever thought about fucking your mother?" she brazenly asked him.

She is fucking psychic. She knows that I would kill to fuck my mother.

"Uh, I, uh, I don't know. Maybe," he blathered, his face reddening again as his cock twitched wildly.

"Doesn't it make you excited just thinking about fucking your mother?" she smiled wickedly, easing back onto the bed and spreading her legs apart.

He watched her dumbfounded as she ran her hand down to the big, fleshy hole between her legs.

Still holding his drink in her hand, she stuck out her little finger and slowly fingered the lips back away from the opening of her pussy as he stared down at it.

"Fuck your mother and put you big, prick down into her hot hole?" she smiled up at him, but he didn't see that smile, as he was totally focused on the sideways smile down between her legs.

Should I tell her how much I would love to fuck my mother? Fuck, I'm so hot, I'm about to shoot my load again just thinking about it.

"Uh, yeah, yeah, sure," he said, unable to keep his cock from jerking up and down wildly.

"Well," she said, handing him his drink and reaching back down to run her finger up the oozing wound between her legs, "I'm a mother, too. Would you like to fuck me? Fuck me and pretend that I'm your mother?"

Fuck you? I would do anything to climb up between those long, lovely legs of yours and fuck you silly.

"Are you trying to make me have a heart attack?" he grunted watching her finger her wet, drooling pussy.

"No," she smiled mischievously, "I just want you to crawl up and fuck me."

Did Dave really fuck her?

"Did Dave really, fu, uh, make love to you?" he asked her.

"No, I was just trying to make you excited," she grinned, watching his prick twitch. "But it's so obvious that you would like to make love to your mother, why don't you pretend you're fucking her while you're fucking me. If it makes you that excited."

How did she know I wanted to fuck my mother?

"How did you know that I wanted, uh, wanted to, uh, to fuck, uh, make love to my mother?" he asked her, turning his drink up and downing it in one long gulp.

"Don't all boys want to fuck their mothers?" she grinned coyly.

How am I supposed to know? I'm not a fucking psychiatrist. But maybe I'm not as crazy as I thought if every boy has dreams about fucking his mother.

"Uh, I don't know. I guess so," he said, setting his empty glass on the nightstand.

"Did Dave ever say anything about wanting to make love to me?" she asked, sipping on her drink.

If he did, he never told me.

"No, but It's not something you go around talking about," he smirked.

"Would you tell me if he had?"

Why wouldn't I?

"Sure, why not," he smiled wickedly. "You want me to ask him?"

"Huh? What? Ask him?" she mumbled, then smiled. "Sure. Why not. Yeah. Ask him and tell me what he says. That's a good idea."

"How about you? You ever think about fucking Dave?" he asked with a sarcastic smile on his face.

"What? Uh, I guess, I think it might be a turn on to fuck him. I guess I'm a little sick, but, yeah, it might be fun," she smiled.

Wow. This is getting crazier by the minute. Dave's mom wants to fuck him and wants me to pretend that she's my mom while I fuck her.

"How did you get such a big cock?" she grinned at him, tickling it with a long, cherry-red fingernail.

Yeah, let's get back to us and let's get down to some serious fucking.

"You like it?" he asked her, clenching the muscles around its base and making it jump up and down.

"Oh, and it can do tricks, too," she laughed watching it bounce up and down.

"Unh-huh," he grunted.

"How old are you? Seventeen? Eighteen?

How old does she think I am? She knows that Dave is eighteen, but does she know that I'm the same age?

"Uh, yeah, uh, something like that."

"You're already a lot bigger than Oscar ."

Who the fuck is Oscar?

"Oscar?"

"You know. My husband. The cuckold in this little melodrama," she giggled.

Cuckold? Oh, yeah that's a guy whose wife is fucking around on him.

"My Dad says I get it from him," Hank blushed.

"You're father's penis is bigger than yours is?" she asked incredulously.

I don't know. That is just what he told me. I didn't ask him if we could compare cocks.

"I don't know. I guess. He says it is. I only saw his once when he was hard and it's really a big one," he told her.

"I am impressed. Your father must be quite the man."

Hey, I've got the biggest cock of all the boys at school though. What do you think about that?

"The guys at school call mine T-Rex," he grinned, making his big, hard cock dance up and down again.

"Well," she smirked, "I'm afraid that if you were normal for your age you wouldn't be here now."

So, the lady is cock hungry. Only want's guys who are hung. Well, Mrs. Vickers, it's obvious that you're not going to have as much fun with Dave. He is definitely not built like me.

"Oh, Really," he retorted.

"I'm afraid so," she smiled defiantly.

"Have you ever seen Dave's cock when it was hard?" she asked him, taking a sip of her drink.

I wish she'd stop talking so we could fuck.

"Uh, yeah, a couple of times," he muttered. "It's not anywhere near as big as mine."

"Uh, how big is it?" she asked.

How do I know? I didn't measure the fucking thing.

"Five. Five or six inches, I guess, I don't know," he frowned.

Whatever. I'm ready to fuck.

Just then, she turned up her drink and finished it. Setting her glass on the nightstand by the bed, she slowly scooted back to the middle of the bed.

"All this talk about your big, bad boy," she frowned, spreading her legs apart, "and not a word about my pussy. Don't you like it?"

I fucking love it. I want to fuck the damn thing. So shut up and let's fuck.

His eyes immediately dropped down to the dilated, oozing gash of pink flesh between her legs.

It's the prettiest pussy I've ever seen.

"It's awesome," her grinned at her as he stood gawking down at her cunt.

"Is that the only descriptive term you know?" she laughed.

I'm not a fucking English major. What does she want me to say?

Beautiful. Pretty. Magnificent. Awesome. What else could I call it?

"Beautiful. Pretty. Magnificent. Awesome. How's that?" he smirked, slowly crawling up onto the bed, his cock armed and poised for attack like some deadly missile hung underneath the belly of a fighter plane.

"I'm tired of talking," she murmured. "I want to fuck."

Fuck, she reading my mind again. Me, too. Right now. I want to fuck you, pretty lady.

She watched the boy crawl up between her outstretched legs only to have him stop, staring down at her gaping womanhood.

"What's wrong?" she demurely asked.

Just looking down at it gets me hot. It is so, so, so awesome.

"It's just so fucking pretty," he blushed. "It doesn't look at all like the other pussies I've seen. They didn't have big, floppy lips like yours."

"I'm glad you like it," she said, fingering the droopy lips of flesh apart so that he could see how wet she was.

She had a climax just a while ago. So why is her pussy still wet?

"Why is it still so wet?" he asked her.

"You make me fucking hot," she said lustily.

She's still hot? Even after her climax?

"But you just had a, uh, a climax, didn't you?" he grunted, "I thought that after you finished, it took a while to get ready again."

"Just like you?" she laughed, reaching down and tickling his ramrod stiff cock, "I'm all wet and ready for you to put it inside me. Now. It should slide right in, even though it's as big as it is."

I'm so fucking hot, I could fuck you all night long.

"I'm ready too," he said, moving up closer to the oozing gash between her legs.

Bending her legs, she guided his arms down under them.

"Lift my legs up in the air," she instructed him.

Grunting loudly, he quickly heaved them up into the air.

Oh look at her pussy. It is so wet and ready, I'll probably slide right in all the way up to the hilt. Not like it was with the others.

"Oh, God," he grunted, scooting up between her legs and aiming his rock-hard penis down at the gaping gash of wet, pink flesh.

I hope that I can find it. I've never fucked an older woman. I hope it just slides right in and I don't have to hunt for it like with the girls.

His arms hooked under the cleft of her knees, he scooted forward, spreading her waiting wetness open even wider. Barely able to contain herself, Rachel reached down between his hairy legs and took hold of his bounding hardness.

Yeah, baby. Help me put it in.

Standing above her, poised on his knees, he lowered himself down letting her guide him down toward the exposed and vulnerable gash between her legs.

"Come to Mommy," Rachel cooed as Hank looked back down and saw that there was a trickle of clear pre-fuck oozing out of big hole in the head of his dick.

He saw her quickly run her finger around the head of his cock coating it with the glistening goo as it zeroed in on it's seeping target.

Jeez. She covered the head of my dick with stuff, too.

Holding onto his pulsating monster, Rachel quickly steered it down into the steaming core of her pussy. Watching his face, she saw his eyes glaze over as his cock head slid in between the thick, fleshy lips guarding her womanhood. Then she saw him grimace as his cock began to slide down into her.

Oh, fuck. I've died and gone to heaven. I've never felt anything so fucking good before.

"Are you okay?" she murmured.

Never. Never have I felt this good.

"It just feels so fucking good, it almost hurts," he groaned thrusting his cock deeper and deeper down into the hot, clenching tightness of her inflamed cunt.

"Oh, Hank," she crooned as the boy's giant penis slithered down into the fiery core of her pussy. "Your cock is so big."

Just wait until I get all of it in your pussy. Then tell me how fucking big it is. I want you to feel it all the way up to your tits when I shove it in balls deep.

"You're so hot inside you're making me want to come already," Hank panted as he pushed down, feeding more and more of his giant penis down into the clinging heat of her vagina.

"Don't come yet, Baby," she begged as she watched him bite his lip.

Jeez. Don't let me come yet. This feels too fucking good for it to be over so quick.

Then, finally, their bellies met and they were melded together in a most adulterous of unions. Rachel could feel the boy's smooth, almost hairless chest rubbing against the back of her thighs as he bent her legs higher and ground his cock down into her.

"Doesn't that feel good?" she gurgled, tightening her pussy down around the thick barrel of his cock.

God, yes. It feels like she is milking my cock with her pussy. It is so fucking tight and hot, I can't stand it.

"Jeez, yes," he sputtered.

She could feel his stomach muscles tensing as he ground his cock round and round inside her tightly clenched cunt.

I've got to hold it back somehow. I don't want her to think I'm a little baby who can't hold it back. Think about something else. Like baseball or something. Anything to keep from coming.

"Can you fuck me without coming?" she asked him, slowly relaxing her cunt muscles.

I don't know. I can try. You want me to try?

"Don't know," he quavered, grimacing with effort.

"Try," she prodded him. "I want you to fuck me all night long."

I want to fuck you all night long too, but when you talk like that it makes me more excited.

"It makes me want to come when you talk dirty," he grunted as his cock twitching inside of her.

"Fuck me first," she panted. "Fuck me and make me come first. Can you do that?"

God, I wish I could. I hope I can, but I don't know if I can or not. I'll fucking try though.

"Try," he growled, slowly sliding his cock backward down the slippery channel of her cunt.

She waited, afraid to move, afraid that she would trip his cock off into another eruption.

Gotta hold it back. TRY! TRY HARD! DON'T COME YET! FUCK HER HARD AND DEEP!

She could see the strain on his face as his hips began to rock back and forth erratically, fucking her with quick, jerky strokes.

Straining, she stretched her arms down around him and locked her hands onto his lurching buttocks.

"Easy, easy," she instructed him. "Like this."

Yeah, baby. Show me how to fuck. Teach me all your womanly tricks. Show me how to fuck a real woman.

Gently pulling on him, she pulled him back down inside of her all the way to the hilt and then pushed him out until only the giant ball of a cock head was left inside of her. Then she began to push and pull on him, controlling the rhythm, making him fuck her with long, deep, steady strokes.

Fuck, this feels so damned good, I could cry. Again.

"Yeah, that's it, baby," she bubbled as she released her hold on him and he continued to rhythmically slide his cock in and out of her, driving it all the way to the hilt every time.

"See, there's no hurry, honey," she cooed, running her hand down his back, tickling him with her long, red nails. "We have all night long."

I didn't think anything could ever feel as good as this feels.

"Damn it, feels so good," Hank groaned.

"Good," she wheezed seductively, "I love the way your monster cock feels inside me."

Her pussy is so tight, it feels like she is sucking me inside of her every time I push it back into her.

"Your pussy is so hot and tight," he crooned.

"Tighter than the girls?" she smiled up at him, squeezing down and milking him with her pussy.

They never did that to my cock.

"They never did that," he groaned. "They just laid there moaning."

"So, then there is something to be said for making love to older women," she cooed, clutching his cock with her pussy again.

"I thought that women got all stretched out after they had a baby," he panted, keeping his hips working back and forth, steadily driving his cock in and out of her.

"Not if the doctor fixes it back and makes it tighter," she smiled, grabbing him with her cunt again.

Whatever her doctor did, it was great. I wonder if mother had her pussy fixed after she had me?

"He did a good, uh, good, job," Hank muttered, sliding his huge cock into her a little faster.

"Good," she crooned, reveling in the feel of the gigantic organ that was plumbing the velvety depths of her womb.

I've been fucking her for a few minutes now, but I can feel my cum getting hotter and hotter. It is going to have to come out pretty soon.

"I don't know, uh, how, uh, much, uh, much longer, uh, I can last," he grunted out as her pussy squished audibly, sucking and clinging onto his young prick as it pistoned in and out of her.

"You're doing great, baby," she murmured, feeling like a huge red, hot poker was reaming her.

I'll try baby, but I don't know how much longer I can go.

Then, down deep inside the core of her cunt, where his giant cock head battered against the soft, succulence of her cervix she felt the fiery start of an orgasm.

"Just a little, ah, a little longer baby," she wheezed, thrusting her juice-filled pussy back onto the boy's swollen cock.

Damn, she is fucking me just as hard as I am fucking her. I can feel her hot, mushy pussy sucking on my cock harder and harder.

Then she felt his strokes begin to become erratic and jerky once again as he panted and grunted with effort.

Oh, no, it's coming. I can feel it getting ready. I can feel that hot, burning thing that always comes just before I shoot off.

"Can't . . . hold . . . back . . . much . . . more," he complained as his hips began to dance around wildly.

Clutching and grabbing at his blood-swollen prick with the muscles of her imploding cunt, she fought to finish the race first.

Maybe, I can do something to make her come first. I gotta try.

Then he abruptly stopped.

"What, what, what are you doing," she groveled.

If I can hold back just a little bit more until she comes.

He didn't say a word, he just slowly eased his huge, pink prick back down the hot, sucking channel of her vagina as she stared down at the union of their bodies. As she watched the monstrous cock slowly reappear out of her aching cunt, Rachel couldn't believe that she had taken all of it inside of her tiny cunt. As it came slithering out, she was astonished to see how wet it was. It was literally glistening with her juices as it crept out from the wet, meaty gash between her legs.

"What, baby, what are you doing," she whined, watching more and more his mammoth cock slip of her clinging cunt. "Fuck me and make me come. Please. Pleaseeeee."

Hold it. Hold it. Calm down. Just a bit more.

He still didn't say a word, but he stopped backing his monster of a prick out of her. Only the giant bloated head of his cock was still hidden inside the tight, clenching entrance of her pussy.

Now Baby. We're going to run for the fucking roses. Hold on cause I can't hold it back any more.

Staring down into her eyes with childlike impatience, he held himself motionless for what seemed like hours to Rachel. Then all at once, he suddenly plunged his prick back down into the sloppy, mushy core of her cunt. She immediately saw that he was now out of control. He couldn't stop and within seconds, he was fucking her as fast and hard as he could. All she could do was hold on for the ride as his huge organ slashed in and out of her like a berserk jackhammer.

Then within seconds, she found herself cresting a climatic wave that filled her whole body with ecstasy as her pussy was being pounded and pummeled by his slashing peter.

Oh, God, she is scratching my back. And I can feel her heels digging into my back. I feel like a fucking bucking bronco in a fucking rodeo. Hold on baby, cause I'm going to give you a fucking ride you'll never forget.

Clawing at his bounding back with her sharp, red fingernails, her feet bounced up and down in the air so wildly, one of her high-heeled shoes went flying off and clumped onto the floor.

Fucking her crazily, he sent his pelvis crashing against her upturned pussy like some unstoppable battering ram. She couldn't seem to get enough of his giant cock as he assaulted her with it.

HERE IT FUCKING COMES!

His body crashed against hers like a monstrous tsunami wave crashing against a beach as he hammered away at her pussy. She fought back, squeezing and milking his cock as she drove her pussy up to meet each bed-rattling blow.

It's coming, baby. Here it comes. OH FUCK, HERE IT COMES!

"ARRRGGGHhhhhhhhhh," Hank bellowed out at last.

As he screamed, his hips clenched and locked down, driving his penis into her as deep as it could possibly be driven.

Keeerrrissst, I think the head of my cock is going to explode.

Then as the depraved heat of her orgasm consumed her body, she felt his cock head swell up inside her just as his cock gave a mighty lurch.

OH IT HURTS SO FUCKING GOOD. SO FUCKING GOOD.

"Yesssssssssssssss," Rachel hissed as she felt the boy's great weapon spurt out a gigantic gusher of the its potent, hot, thick, gelatinous semen.

The boy's cock began to kick and jump inside of her, filling her with so much of his juvenile seed, she felt giddy with wickedness. She was shocked at the force of the geyser of white-hot cum as it burst out of his cock onto the sensitive lining of her cunt. The sheer depravity of their illicit union was now complete. They had consummated their perverse union and were now feasting on its evil reward.

"OH, MY, GOD," she screamed out as the boy's virile cream spurted out into her gulping cunt.

I don't want it to ever stop coming. Just keep on shooting, baby. Fill her up with my cum. Fill her up until it is running out of her pussy. Running out of her and making a lake of cum between her beautiful legs.

At last, after what seemed like hours to them, Hank's giant gave a final shudder, shooting its last gusher of his thick, egg-laden milk into the mushy gash of her overflowing vagina.

"Oh, my," Rachel sighed as Hank slowly backed his withering manhood out of the drenched channel of her cunt and eased her long, trembling legs back down onto the bed.

"That was wonderful. You know, I think I could fall in love with you if I tried." she murmured softly, pulling his mouth down to hers and kissing him.

As she did, he opened his mouth to her and let her french her tongue deeply into his mouth.

I already love you. I love you so much it, it fucking hurts. But me thinks the lady is more in love with my cock than me.

They kissed passionately for several seconds before they finally broke for air.

I wish you could fall in love with me, too. Maybe we could run off and get married and live together.

"Jeez, Mrs. Vickers," he panted, "you mean that? You mean you could love me?"

"I think so," she said.

Oh, how I wish she could.

"I've been in love with you since the first day I saw you," he blurted out. "But I never, never thought that you would be able to love a boy my age."

"You're not a boy in some ways," she laughed.

Does she love me or is it just my big cock she loves?

"I must have laid awake a million nights just wondering what it would be like to uh, uh, do this with you," he told her.

"Really. I wish I had known."

Yeah, like I was going to walk up to you and say Mrs. Vickers, I would love to fuck you.

"I was afraid to do anything though," he went on.

"It's probably better," she said, reaching over and giving his fallen warrior a gentle little squeeze.

Should I tell her everything? Should I bare my soul to her?

"I, uh, used to, uh, jack off while I was thinking about you, "he went on, "but now, now that I can see you naked, you're even prettier than I imagined you'd be. You're awesome."

"Really? You really did that?" she smiled at him, giving his big, puffy prick another squeeze. "Well, I never imagined that you would have such a big, beautiful cock."

Cripes. I'm getting hot again just thinking about how it felt inside of her.

Then to her amazement, she felt his penis begin to stir in her hand. Not believing it, she stared down at it only to see it slowly begin to swell and grow as it sluggishly filled with blood once again.