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He is straight to the point when he
replies. “It is. Was that Gem?”

I smile widely with a flash of
dentistry that has charmed many-a-man. Of course, he misses it
completely as his lovely blue eyes are are on my breasts and them
alone. This is fine, though. As they are each as large as his head.
Rarely does a woman have this quantity of flesh naturally. I can
proudly confirm that they are 100% natural and, if he is a good
lad, he might get to confirm that too.

“
Yes. She is off for the
evening I believe. Staying over at a friend. What was his name?
Bruce, was it? I've heard he goes to university with her. A
Classmate, perhaps?”

The boy's skin colors – as it well
should on hearing that his woman is staying at the house of another
man.

“
Bruce?” he
stutters.

“
Hmmm... I believe that is
his name.”

A little settling in of what is
implied occurs. I sip my martini and enjoy the cool burn in my
throat. A flick of my tongue draws the olives into my mouth. I
swallow them whole with his eyes locked on mine with a passion that
I quite enjoy.

“
Well, I need another
drink... ummm... Micheal, isn't it?”

That gorgeous furnace red
color that is burning so brightly on his face chops it up a notch
or two in the heat department. If I needed any more confirmation
that he is interested in me then this was it. Men burn red when
they are fearful, but also when they are in heat. With how is
shorts are reaching the limits of what the fabric can stand, the
young man must really want to be
very
friendly with me. As an
irresponsible mother, I feel that entertaining that is the perfect
way to create a solid relationship with my daughter's
boyfriend.

“
Frank,” he says. “My name
is Frank.”

“
Lovely,” I purr. “Would
you come and have a drink with me in the study, Franky-boy? Such
hard work as yours requires a more appropriate reward, I
feel.”

My eyes lock with his in a way that
leaves no doubt of what I mean. He gulps several times and I smile
more widely. Could it be more easy?

Moments later young Frank is gentleman
enough to open the door for me when I stand and simper to it. To my
enjoyment, not once does his eyes leave my butt.

Hard In The
Study

Back to Frank Henderson,
shocked, horny and hopeful

“
Mrs. Johns! Are you
trying to seduce me?”

The carpet crinkles a little as she
shifts about on her knees and purrs “Perhaps...” in her husky
liquor strained voice as her petite expensively manicured hands cup
and caress my raging hard-on between them to feel the firm weight
of my cock, which I'll say is forcing out against the fabric of my
shorts so hard that the seams are cutting into the tip of my dick
painfully and is fine proof that I'm plenty hard after having been
on the weaker side of things in bed with Gemma for a few days
now.

My mind can't take in how this
situation came about. All I can think about is how much sexier she
is than Gemma, how much hotter her body is – so much more womanly –
and how those huge-huge-huge breasts wobble about with her every
movement, teasing me and taunting me at the same time.

Quickly the urge to touch them becomes
too strong to fend off. I grab at their softness with
uncharacteristic haste, like a child grabbing at a lolly pop in a
candy store after his mother takes it away from him, but am shooed
away promptly.

Mrs. Johns was quicker to
react than I thought she would be. Her hands skirted mine away with
casual ease, seemingly ignoring them from then on, and her eyes
flashed up to mine in a warning
before
returning to the bulge in my pants where she is now continuing to
slowly working the lump in my board shorts around in easy short
circles, which are making me stand up a little higher on the ends
of my toes.

I stifle a moan. My index finger
caught the side of the left one. The skin was so smooth, soft and
free of blemish that my digit slid straight off. It was
incredible.

“
Do you want to see them?”
she asks in amusement on seeing my wide eyed and lusty
expression.

I nod.

Slowly, ever so slowly, she works one
strap of her bikini top down and then the other. For an instant I
think that she's going to trick me and keep them covered, but just
as my desire becomes too much, Mrs. Johns drops the covering down
below her breasts.

I gasp.

“
You like their
size?”

“
It's amazing,” I murmur.
“Truly amazing.”

I knew that they were big, but from
the moment that she slipped them out of that bikini top, the small
item of fabric now hidden under their base of her breast, I was
finally able to understand just how big they really are.

“
Ah...” I groan in
restricted pleasure. I want to touch them so badly, but I know that
she'll brush my hands away before I can really begin to enjoy
them.

A single drip of hot sweat slips from
my brow and lands between those two huge rounds to slide down
between them to be lost forever in the cavern that exists between
them.

I stands there uncomfortably as she
continues arousing me with a little light playing of her fingers
over the hardest part of my manhood. My shirt has long ago absorbed
a lot of the water that has ran from my body in the heat that
pounded down on me out in the yard, but it seems like it's getting
sticker – uncomfortably so – under this new kind of
heat.

Reaching up to the neckline of my
shirt, I yank on the edge. Her blue eyes jerk up sharply to mine
from where she seems to be measuring the size of my dick with a
wicked smile on her face. They take in my situation.

The left side of her lips turns
upwards a little. “You can take that off if you want
to.”

It's a suggestion, but I treat it like
an order. This is nothing like when me and Gemma do it. This
woman's daughter never speaks like that – with such a husky, sultry
tone that it has me dropping clothes quicker than if I had to so at
gun point.

“
Mrs. Johns,” I murmur in
near defeat. “We really shouldn't be doing this.”

Of course, we shouldn't, but my words
aren't really as sure as they seem on speaking them. Inside I'm
wavering. My emotions are torn between my girlfriend, who is
apparently staying at another man's home!, and my strong desire to
taste the sweet sexuality of this older woman who has been
occupying my mind for days on end since the first moment I took the
job cleaning up the garden for her.

Fortunately, I really don't have a
choice. Her hands slip up. They take hold of my waist band and take
my shorts and my boxers to my knees in one go.

“
You like my tits, don't
you, Harry?”

“
It's Frank.”

Her eyes twinkle. She's playing with
me. I can tell.

“
Well, Frank, do you like
them or not?” The topic of her question is squashed to my thighs. I
want to grab the hot MILF and ravish her on the floor, but that's
not how one treats a temptress like this and, even if I tried,
something tells me that SHE has more sexual experience than I'll
ever have. Best to play along and see where this goes.

“
I think they are
nice.”

“
Just nice?”

“
Ah, REALLY
nice.”

“
Oh? And when I press them
to your cock like this? Do they still feel 'really nice' or
something more?”

Not matter how I try, I can't stop the
moan that escapes my lips from exiting my mouth. Her grin is
electric as she rubs their softness along the length of my shaft,
caressing my pulsing flesh and streaking up to quite a pace before
I can even get a real answer out from my pressed together
lips.

“
Are they still just nice,
Bobby?”

“
It's...
Frank...”

“
Okay,
okay, FRANK -
are they nice?
Is
this
only nice for you?”

My eyes are on the ceiling. The room
is large, lined with books and has a big wooden desk. Lots of trees
died in the creation of this interior. It stinks of wealth and the
power to use it. All I can think is how the hell is this happening?
In the midst of that I totally missed her question.

She stops.

“
I asked you something,
Bob.”

My eyes center on the
desk. I breath.
Finally
.

“
Mrs. Johns, I believe
that your tits are probably the most wonderful thing I have ever
felt.” I get that out before I stumble a little and nearly fall to
the floor in the exhaustion that passes over me after forcing out
such a full sentence in my state of bliss right now.

Her little laugh is sweet and
arousing.

“
I see. It's good to know
that you are enjoying this.” The woman raises one long slender
finger. She points to the large leather arm chair near the window.
“How about you take a seat and enjoy them some more? It seems you
legs can't hold you up much longer.”

I stumble to the chair and sit down.
Mrs. Johns downs a few gulps of martini mix straight from the
bottle that she has been drinking from since we entered the study
20 minutes ago then lays a sweet little kiss right on my
lips.

“
I want you to know that
this doesn't have to effect your relationship with my daughter.
I'll never tell her about a single thing that happens in this room.
Can you be equally discreet?”

That's an easy question to
answer.

“
Yes, ma'am.”

“
Good.” Her lips part in a
seductive smile and she slips to her knees between my legs.
“Because I'd hate to have to lie to her.”

Before the words are truly out of her
mouth I'm engulfed down to half mast.

Warm, hot, sexy, gorgeous, passionate:
So many words to describe this moment, but none able to really
describe how amazing the experience actually feels.

To the sensitive flesh of my cock the
inside of her mouth is warm and sticky. Gemma never sucks, but her
mother could tear the flesh off my dick with the suction she is
creating.

After only the most preliminary
lubrication of my shaft with her tongue, Mrs. Johns' mouth sinks
down lower than any other woman has ever gone. I cry out and drill
my fingers into the arm rests to either side. This woman clearly
does not have a 'slow' button. I only received a second or two of
careful movement, which I assume was a warning, followed by all
hell breaking lose. Her aim seems to be to take me to places that I
have never experienced with any other woman – her daughter very
much included – and so far she's been doing a great job.

“
Holy fuck,” I whine. “I'm
going to cum!”

It's hot and warm and lovely and like
fire escaping my loins when it hits. I tense and throw my hips up
and forward with my hands on either side of her head to force the
woman to gulp down every single drop.

“
Refreshing but a little
quick,” is her analysis when the last drop is drunk.

My head slides forward
onto my slim chest. I stare at my throbbing cock.
Was that really an orgasm?
It felt like someone tore my soul from my body and slammed it
back in with enough force to make my head spin several times around
my neck.

“
How about you entertain
me while I wait for the main meal?”

“
Huh?”

One hand takes my shoulder and, in my
weakened state, quite casually biffs me to the floor. I crawl
around to find her sitting in my place with her bikini bottoms
pulled aside and the most lovely sight I've ever seen waiting for
my inspection.

“
It's shaven,” I murmur.
“Gemma just does a line.”

Mrs. Johns runs her fingers through my
hair. “You've never had pussy until you've had it bare.”

Her meaning is clear. I part the ways
and run my tongue around the hole. It's clean, lavender in perfume,
and wet to the point of gushing. I reach between my legs and jerk
on myself as I lick all up and around.

“
This is my clit,” the
woman instructs, taking me by either side of the head, “and here's
how you lick it.”

Top speed: It's her only
speed. I'm rammed into the gorgeous woman's clit. The soft flesh
parts to my thick tongue as her hands guide my head left to right
in a long figure of eight. I soon figure out what Mrs. Johns likes
and run my tongue over and over her clit as I insert two fingers
into her loose yet
not
too loose pussy. A moan escapes her lips and I throw my eyes
up to find her biting two of her fingers in a sex kissed look of
passion.

“
Boys of today are such
hard workers,” she whispers, her voice heated. “They really do know
how to fuck.”

My hardness has returned as the last
word exits my mouth.

“
Condom?” I
inquire.

“
None needed. I like it
raw.”