It was Saturday morning. On the other side of town, Helen's mother, whose name was Eleanor, was sitting at the kitchen table sipping her third cup of coffee. It was nearly noon, but Eleanor was still wearing only a floral print robe and a pair of fuzzy pink bedroom slippers. Her spirits were low.
Eleanor had recently been fired from the job she had held for nearly twenty-five years. Her supervisor told her that she no longer fit the company's youthful profile. The fact that she and the supervisor had been having an affair made hr dismissal all the more humiliating.
Though well into her fifties, Eleanor was still a strikingly sexy woman, with clear eyes, a wide sensual mouth, and beautiful platinum blonde hair. But it wasn't her face and hair that men noticed first – it was her body. Her tits were incredible mounds of billowing flesh that bulged from her body like pendulous melons. They drew admiring stares wherever she went and had given pleasure to more men than she could remember.
At the present time, however, her sex life was practically nonexistent. In the past she had enjoyed fucking her co-workers, business associate and the husbands and sons of her friends, but ever since being fired she had kept to herself and avoided the company of men. Despite her good looks and sex appeal, Eleanor had begun to doubt that men could still find her attractive. It bothered her that she was getting old. To be able to attract some hot-blooded young men and give him a raging hard-on was the sort of confirmation Eleanor needed to reassure herself that she wasn't entirely over the hill as far as sex was concerned.
Someone knocked at the back door and a resonant voice came in through the screen. "Mrs. Johnson? Are you up yet?"
Eleanor recognized the voice. It belonged to David, the boy from next door.
"Yes, dear, come on hi."
David – a big, strapping, handsome kid – was wearing a pair of cut-off jeans and nothing else. Arms folded, he lounged against the kitchen door. His heavy-lidded eyes subtly took in Eleanor's voluptuous form, which was clingingly revealed by her sheer silk dressing gown.
"Morning, Mrs. Johnson," he said. "I was wondering if you wanted me to cut the grass today."
For years, ever since her husband had died, David had been helping out with the household chores.
Eleanor, acutely aware of his muscular arms and chest, shot a quick glance through the kitchen window.
"No, don't bother, dear. The grass looks all right." She stood up. "What can I get you, dear – a cup of coffee? Or would you prefer something cold? How about a nice glass of orange juice?"
"Yeah, okay. That sounds great." He pulled out a chair and sat down at the table.
Eleanor could feel his eyes following her as she moved to the counter and poured him a glass of orange juice. As she leaned across the table to hand him the glass, her big tits pushed at the front other robe, and David stared at them as he took the glass from her hand. Eleanor sat down beside him.
"You're really know dear, I really appreciate all the things you do for me."
"That's okay, Mrs. Johnson. I like doing stuff for you." He tipped up his glass of juice, his eyes never leaving her tits.
"That's sweet of you, dear. But I'm sure you can think of better ways to spend your Saturday mornings."
"Oh, I don't know," he said. He shifted uncomfortably in his chair, and Eleanor realized that he was probably getting a hard-on.
Sitting there beside him, her knee nearly touching his, Eleanor felt equally aroused. Conscious now of the growing bulge in his pants, she was finding it difficult to control her breathing, and her pussy already felt wet. She wanted him badly, but hesitated to make the first move, for fear that the boy just wouldn't want to get it on with an old woman like her.
"David, you're such a handsome guy. Wouldn't you rather be out chasing girls?"
The teenager laughed nervously and took another sip of his orange juice.
"Not really, Mrs. Johnson. Young girls just don't interest me all that much."
"Oh?"
"Yeah, I kinda prefer older women, if you wanna know the truth."
"DO YOU really!" She sat back in a show of surprise, her big tits jutting forward provocatively. "And why is that?"
"Well, I like women with – with a full figure."
"Oh, you naughty boy," she said. "I know what you really mean. You mean a woman with big tits."
David blushed and shrugged his shoulders.
"I don't know," he said.
"A woman with tits like mine," she said. "Isn't that right?"
"Yeah, right," he said in a choked voice. "I know it's true, David, from the way you've been staring at them."
Too embarrassed to speak, David sat motionless and stared down into his glass.
"Isn't that right, dear? Haven't you been staring at my tits?"
David shrugged again. "I – I'm sorry, Mrs. Johnson."
"Honey, it's all right." She leaned toward him and placed a reassuring hand on his arm. "Really, dear. It's all right. In fact, I'm flattered!"
"You are?"
"Yes, of course. At my age it's very flattering when a young man finds you attractive." Looking directly into his eyes, Eleanor drew her shoulders together and let the front of her dressing gown fall partially open. "You do find me attractive, don't you?"
"Mrs. Johnson, I think you're gorgeous!"
"Why, thank you, dear." Eleanor pulled the lapels of her dressing gown farther apart so that the boy could see even more of her tits. "And you like these big tits of mine?"
"God yes!"
"Oh, I'm so glad!" She threw the front of her dressing gown wide open, completely baring her magnificent tits. "Would you like to touch them?"
His eyes nearly popped out of his head. Slowly ring to his feet, he took a step toward her and nervously reached out to touch her naked tits. But then he stopped as though unsure of himself and drew back his hands.
With her gown hanging open now, Eleanor slipped her hands under her tits and caressed them invitingly, lifting them in her cupped hands as though offering them to him.
"Don't be shy, dear," she whispered. "I want you to do it."
When his strong young hands finally touched her naked tits, she let a soft moan escape through her moistly parted lips. She could smell the earthy odor of his sweat. Closing her eyes in rapture, she let his hands caress and stroke the billowing curves of her huge, hanging tits. His touch was warm and smooth, and when his trembling fingers brushed her tingling nipples, they quivered with desire and swelled to sudden stiffness.
As his hands continued to roam over the lush flesh of her naked tits, Eleanor reached up, unbuckled his belt and pulled down the zipper of his cut-offs.
"What're you doing?" the boy asked hoarsely.
"I can see how hard your cock is," Eleanor said. "I want to make you more comfortable."
Eleanor pulled down his cut-off jeans. The boy wasn't wearing any underwear, and his huge erect prick bobbed free. Allowing the jeans to drop down around his ankles, Eleanor closed her fingers around the boy's enormous cock. It appeared to be almost eight inches long, and it felt as hard as a rock. The boy's whole body shivered with excitement as Eleanor gently stroked his prick.
"David, dear," she said, giving his cock a playful tug, "could you come a little closer?"
David stepped out of his jeans, came toward her and stood between her naked thighs.
Eleanor lifted her left tit and rubbed her stiff nipple against the purple head of his cock. His hot prick burned against her sensitive areola and sent a warm shudder of pleasure racing through her body. The boy's prick stiffened in her hand and seemed to get even harder as a tiny droplet of fluid oozed out onto her stiff pink nipple.
"Oooooooh God!" David groaned, trembling helplessly throughout the length of his body.
"Mrs. Johnson, you're driving me crazy!"
Eleanor murmured in appreciation. Gazing downward, she lifted her huge, pliant tits and pressed them around the youngster's throbbing prick, completely enveloping it between the pillowy mounds of flesh. With her gorgeous tits wrapped, around his cock, she began to ease her body slowly up and down.
She knew that he would love the exquisite sensation of fucking her between her tits. The skin of her tit was silky smooth, and the sweat running down between them made her cleavage as slick as a well-lubricated pussy.
"Oh, Mrs. Johnson!" he gasped. "This is fantastic!" He was rocking back and forth, sliding his cock up and down between the mounds of hot, sweaty tit-flesh. "This is just incredible!"
"I'm glad you're enjoying it, dear. I love giving pleasure to a well-hung man!"
And that was certainly true. Eleanor was basically an old-fashioned woman – always eager to give pleasure to men, but rarely demanding it for herself.
"Oh, God!" David grunted. "I think I'm gonna come!"
"All right, dear," she said. "I'm ready for it. Make it come."
"But it'll get all over you!"
"Good!" she cried, laughing. "I love it! I want you to come all over me!"
She jiggled back and forth, jerking her tits up and down more rapidly. David winced and threw back his head.
"God!" he shouted. "Gonna come!"
"Yes, dear," she said. "Just squirt it all over me!"
The tip of his prick seemed to burst between her tits, squirting out a thick gob of jism that splashed against her throat and chest. Gush after gush burst from his throbbing prick. It spurted onto her chest and between her tits and trickled down over her belly. When at last she lowered her mountainous tits, releasing his still-oozing prick from between them, the sexy older woman's whole upper body was gleaming with his slick, glossy spunk.
"My God," she said, "you came like a horse! I've never seen such a load in my life!"
Sliding her hands down over her dripping body, she gently rubbed his jism into the skin of her tits and belly.
"Wow!" David sighed, wiping his forehead. "That was fantastic!"
"Was it really good, darling? Did I really turn you on?"
"Oh, for sure!" David said. "My God, Mrs. Johnson, you're the sexiest woman I've ever seen!"
"Thank you, dear," she said, her eyes bright. The youngster's thick prick was hanging down between his thighs, still half erect. Eleanor lifted it, holding it delicately with her fingertips, and stroked the gooey tip.
"Now I'm going to show you just how sexy I can be!"
Bending forward, she tipped back her head and took his meaty prick into her mouth. She could taste the salty flavor of his slimy jism.
David grunted deep in his throat and eased his body forward, pushing his cock deeper into the woman's mouth.
Eleanor sucked it hard, swirling her tongue against the spongy head, and after a few minutes she felt his cock begin to throb and expand in response to the warm action of her mouth. As the flaccid prick gradually stiffened, Eleanor began working her lips back and forth along the rapidly lengthening prick-shaft, and soon David's cock was just as big and hard as it had been before.
Eleanor withdrew his prick from her mouth and held the enormous thing straight up in front of her. She began licking the head of his cock as though she were eating an all-day sucker.
"Jesus Christ!" David groaned. When Eleanor's hot tongue flicked at the sensitive fold of skin on the bottom of his cock-head, he groaned again.
Eleanor panted in reply. She was having a wonderful time tasting his cock. She knew that she had the boy completely in her power.
After licking his cock for several long sensuous moments, Eleanor pursed her moist red lips around his big purple cock-head and sucked it hard. Another tangy drop of pre-cum oozed into her mouth, making her taste buds tingle, and she felt a thrill of anticipation.
Then, withdrawing his cock from her mouth and angling it upward, she dipped her head down and pressed her face into his crotch. His crinkly cock-hair tickled ha nose and cheek. She began to lick his balls, running her wet tongue all over the soft, wrinkled skin of his ball-sac. His cock seemed to get even harder, straining insistently against her hand.
Eleanor found the position uncomfortable and after a few seconds she lifted her head and sat up straight. Once again she took his cockhead info her mouth.
"Jesus Christ!" David gasped. Thrusting his fingers through her silvery hair and clutching her head, he jerked his pelvis forward, trying to cram even more of his cock into the older woman's mouth.
As she sucked his cock, Eleanor fondled his hairy balls with one hand while pumping the shaft of his prick with the other. Her head jerked back and forth as she used her mouth to fuck his huge, rock-hard cock.
Even though it was his second climax, Eleanor didn't have long to wait for it. After only a few brief but intense minutes, she felt him shuddering and tensing up, a sure indication that he was about to shoot his wad again. Hoping to give him the best blow-job possible, Eleanor worked even harder, increasing the tempo and ardor of her sucking and stroking.
David moaned and groaned. He thrust his hips forward furiously, Eleanor clung to his cock, sucking it hungrily. David grunted again and again in rhythm with her sucking, helpless in the grasp of her marvelously skillful mouth.
Suddenly Eleanor heard him cry out. His body got stiff and he began to come. A flood of hot jism gushed into her mouth, splattering against her throat, and she gulped it down to keep from choking. It was followed by another hot spurt, and then another and another, until her mouth was full to overflowing. Then the slick, oily jism oozed from the corners of her mouth and trickled down her chin.
Even after he had shot the last of his load and his prick had begun to soften, Eleanor continued to hold his cock in her mouth. She waited until he was completely relaxed and then slipped his cock from her mouth.
Gazing fondly up at his face, she said, "How was that, dear?"
"Incredible!" David groaned.
"Good, I'm glad."
Eleanor sat back in her chair and began to close up the front of her dressing gown. David took the hint. He stepped back from between her thighs and pulled up his pants. As he zipped them up and fastened the belt, he looked down at Eleanor.
"Is everything all right, Mrs. Johnson?"
"Of coarse, dear," she said, looking up with a bright smile. "It's just getting a little late, that's all."
"Can – can I come back and see you again?"
"We'll see," she said, winking at him. "If you'll promise not to say a word about this to anyone."
"I promise!" David exclaimed.
After he was gone, Eleanor felt her spirits sag almost immediately. She began to regret what she had done. She felt guilty about having seduced someone so much younger than herself.
The telephone rang. Eleanor was tempted to ignore it, but she finally picked up the receiver. She recognized the voice of her daughter, Helen.
And then she found out that her daughter had reason to feel guilty, too.
Later on she got dressed and drove over to her daughter's house. She wanted to have a talk with her grandson.