After her affair with Eric began, Millie thought of nothing but teenage cock. She tried to interest herself in shopping and other feminine pursuits, but nothing worked. She even resented her sister-in-law for seeming so happy lately. The redhead who usually moped around was suddenly a smiling, happy woman.
She went running early one morning and when she returned to the house she went right up to her room. She hoped no one was home, but if anyone was there she prayed it was Eric and not Laura or one of her kids.
Her lust for Eric wasn't natural and she knew it, but was helpless to stop it. She slowly undressed and thought about how delicious his prick tasted when it rested on her tongue. She was in love with Fred, but Eric's teenage cock made her limp with desire.
She tossed her running clothes in the hamper wrapped herself in a robe and walked down the hall to the big bathroom. The door to the room Eric was using was closed and her heart pounded. The boy was here with her. Alone. Only a few feet from where she stood.
She forced herself to lock the bathroom door and turn on the shower. She stepped under the spray and luxuriated in the calming effects of the water.
She lathered her body freely and let the water splash over her hair before dipping a hand between her legs and stroking her horny cunt. She sighed when she remembered the feel of Eric's dick on her slit. How deep he buried it inside her! She could still feel the animal-like warmth she felt the first time he fucked her.
She rubbed her horny little clit and trembled with wanton desire. She took the little bean between her thumb and forefinger while the hot spray washed over her nakedness.
Prying open her cuntlips, she closed her eyes, throwing her head back while the spray hit her cunt. She imagined that Eric was on the bed and waiting for her. Maybe he was in fact waiting for her. Everyone knew she ran in the morning and since the others were out maybe the boy was waiting for her and hoping she would come into his room.
She sank to her knees on the shower floor and rubbed hard on her cunt. She pretended Eric was crouched behind her, pushing his prick inside her asscheeks and dragging it down into her cunt. She imagined turning around and facing him and seeing his eyes widen with excitement.
She remembered the first time she'd sucked his cock and how embarrassed he'd been at his response to her lips and tongue. In the weeks since, she'd told him again and again how much she loved taking his load in her mouth and he wasn't embarrassed anymore.
Now she pursed her lips and pretended she was about to suck the boy's prick into her mouth. Her fingers worked faster and harder on her cunt as she worked her lips over the imaginary cock.
Reaching for a wash-cloth, she rubbed it between her legs. The friction from the terry-cloth made her shiver and she ran one finger into her ass-crease.
Thrusting two fingers into her pussy, she finally came. A tiny cry of pleasure escaped her lips and the hot water cascaded down her tits.
She leaned against the wall, breathing hard and still working her lips over the teenager's imaginary prick. Pressing her clit between her fingers, her legs shook and her tits bounced.
Slick moisture ran out of her cunthole. She rose up and stood unsteadily under the shower spray. She lifted her big tits and let the water hit her nipples and she rubbed her thighs together in an attempt to squeeze another orgasm out of her cunt.
She couldn't bring herself off again and the fire in her cunt raged even as she stepped out of the shower. She wrapped herself in her terry robe and gazed at her image in the mirror.
What a slut you are, Millie Mitchell, she said. She wiped the steam from the mirror and moved closer. Her heart beat fast and her tits heaved with unfulfilled excitement. She moved a hand inside her robe and stroked herself.
"I need more than my hand this morning," she said out loud as she buried her fingers in the juicy folds of her twat.
She sat down on the toilet and moaned with lust. In that instant she knew she would go to the boy. Wrong or right, she knew she would walk across the hall and burst into Eric's room and get into bed with him. Yes, five minutes from now the boy's eager lips would be kissing her pussy and she would be reaching down and holding her cuntlips open for him.
Her eyelids fluttered when she imagined his mouth on her dewy snatch. She could almost feel his tongue moving over the sensitive inner folds of her cunt and his warm moist breath against her inner thighs.
"Love me, Eric," she whispered as she pressed her fingers against her love-mound. "Oh, darling boy, love me!"
Once again she imagined her nephew's hands on her tits and his mouth on her beaver. She used one hand to play with her tits and used the other to masturbate. She wanted to have one more orgasm before she walked in on the boy. She didn't want to go to him too frustrated. That might scare him off and rightly so. He was only a kid. No older than John.
John! The thought of her own son made her bite her lower lip. What if another woman seduced her son? What would her reaction be? Would she be angry or would she understand? She pictured Laura and John in bed together. No, that was too silly. She giggled at the picture. Laura and John? Never! Laura was a prude. Or so it seemed. For the past few weeks she'd been acting like a giddy schoolgirl when Fred was around. But what about John with another woman her age? Would she be furious if she found out a mature woman was having an affair with her own teenage son?
No! she thought as she parted her lips and worked her fingers steadily over her cunt. I'd thank her for giving the boy experience.
She wondered what kind of lover John would be. Would he be gentle and tender or rough and brutal? It was hard to say unless she asked one of his girlfriends. She giggled to herself. She wasn't even sure he wasn't a virgin. And here she was thinking about his girlfriends in the plural.
Still, she couldn't resist imagining John chewing on her cuntlips and greedily sucking on her clit. Her cunt tingled with excitement and she knew the fire between her legs wouldn't be extinguished until Eric fucked her.
She thrust two fingers into her twat and tried to tell herself it was Eric's cock reaming her out. "Split me in two with your cock, darling," she said in a whisper. "Split me in two with your lovely prick."
Imagining the boy's lust-swollen dick plunging deep inside her body, she raised her ass up from the toilet and fucked back at her hand. Her hot cunt gripped her fingers and she added a third finger and used her free hand on her love-button.
"Just one come!" she breathed. She twisted her fingers inside her body and panted. "Just one tiny come!"
The image of her nephew's cock reaming her was so real that she finally climaxed. Her cunt grabbed her fingers and sucked them inside with a force that took her breath away.
She continued jabbing herself with her fingers long after her orgasm subsided. She rekindled the fire between her legs and sobbed as her cunt slurped and sucked on her digits.
"I'm going in!" she whispered as she arose from the toilet and tied her robe tightly around herself.
She reached for a towel and dried her hair. Her short dark curls were almost dry and she ran a brush through her hair and dabbed lip-gloss on her mouth.
"Lord, forgive me," she said breathlessly as she opened the bathroom door.
She stood still a moment, vividly remembering how Eric's cock had felt as it pushed inside her hungry cunt. She wanted it again. It was as simple as that.
Tiptoeing across the hall, she made certain no one else was around. Practically unbreathing, she trembled as she placed her hand on the doorknob to the guest room and pushed the door open.
The room was dim. Eric hadn't yet raised the blind. He lay sprawled on his belly, sound asleep. Millie's heart pounded as she gazed at him. He was obviously naked under the blanket. She wondered if he had a hard-on.
She moved to the side of the bed and gazed down at him. Overcome with lust and excitement, she noticed that the teenager's blonde hair looked strangely dark against the pillow.
He mumbled something in his sleep and twisted his body until he lay on his back and then the startled woman brought her hand up to her mouth.
It wasn't Eric, it was John! Somehow the boys had exchanged rooms and it was John lying naked under the blanket, not her nephew.
The boy lay on his back with his chest and legs exposed. The blanket covered his groin and the horny mother stared down at him. She'd seen her son sleeping many times, but never like this. Never when she was aroused and he was almost naked. Not since he was small, and not since he'd developed as a man.
Now the overheated mother found herself staring at the place in the blanket that covered the boy's crotch. She feasted her eyes on his muscles and drank in the firmness of his tan young flesh. As he breathed, his chest muscles rippled and the blanket fell away from his flat, taut belly. There was a boyish look about his face and when he smiled in his sleep the excited mother shivered.
She no longer thought about Eric. Now she gazed down at her son and craved him, craved him like a woman craves a man. Deep in her soul and in the pit of her being, she wanted him.
Her pussy was still damp and hot from her session in the bathroom. She moved closer to the bed and bent down to touch his leg. Her tits almost fell out of her robe as she bent over and her fingertips grazed his bare thigh. When she moved her hand upward, the blanket fell away and more of his chest was exposed to her gaze.
She let her fingers trail over his chest and his belly and she held her breath as she dipped a fingertip into his navel. This is where you were attached to me, darling, she said to herself. And where does this lead, my sweet boy? she thought as she dragged her finger over the sprinkling of hair that began on his belly and disappeared under the blanket.
Careful not to awaken him, she sat down on the edge of the bed. He stirred slightly and she barely breathed until he settled down again. What if he awakened and found her here? What would she say?
She rose up from the bed and tied her robe tightly around her waist. She went to the door and was about to leave, but something made her stay.
Her heart raced and her cunt melted. She couldn't leave. She had to stay and see this thing through. Right or wrong, she had to have him.
She returned to the bed and sank down again. She bit her lip as she drew the blanket away from the boy's sleeping body. He stirred in his sleep and ground his teeth and she suppressed a gasp when she saw his cock.
It was huge!
Even soft, his cock was the biggest she'd ever seen.
His legs were covered with sun-bleached hair and his cock nestled against the biggest balls she'd ever seen. Compared with Eric's, John's were massive.
She had to touch it! There was no way she could resist putting her hand on the boy's cock. Holding her breath, she sat down on the bed and extended her arm.
The boy mumbled something in his sleep and turned his body until one leg was flung over the side of the bed. In the next moment he returned to his former position and once again his cock was visible to the trembling woman's eyes.
She moved her hand over his crotch and close to his prick. Her fingers shook as they approached him. His huge slab of boy-muscle lay against his thigh. The tiny slit in the tip winked at her and she felt a hot stirring in her pussy.
Her heart almost stopped when her fingers touched his cock. She was amazed at how well hung the boy was. He was bigger than his father.
With a tiny sigh, she sank to her knees and held her hand around the sleeping teenager's prick. She brought her wet lips toward him and hesitated. She held his balls in the palm of her hand and exhaled sharply.
She sniffed his boy-aroma and carefully pulled the blanket away from his body. He stirred and worked his hips silently and she felt dizzy with excitement and anticipation.
She lay on her side and extended her tongue. She barely touched his ball bag with the tip and then brought it to his cockshaft. The boy flung his arm over his chest and she hungrily, but lightly, pursed her lips around his prick-knob. She released it quickly. The last thing she wanted was to awaken him. How could she explain to her own son what she was doing in his room. Then she remembered this wasn't John's room. It was the guest room. The room Eric had been using. The boys had changed rooms for some reason. She'd tell John that. But then she'd have to explain what she was doing in Eric's room. It was all too confusing for the overheated mother.
I'll think about it later, she thought as she moistened her lips. I can't think about it now. I can't think straight now.
She was ravenous for another taste of her son's dick. She wanted to take his balls in her mouth and sink the ring of her lips from his cockhead to the root of his rod.
But she knew she had to move slowly and carefully, so she forced herself to make no noise and create little stir on the bed.
She rolled onto her belly and reached down to kiss his cock-bush. She blew lightly over his prick and watched the tiny blue veins on his shaft pulsate.
With a ragged moan, she opened her jaws wide and took the still-soft head of his dick into her mouth. Her mouth was filled with saliva and some of it leaked out and wet his ball-bag.
His cock began growing and soon his cock-head filled her mouth. He grunted in his sleep and she lightly massaged his shaft and nursed on his knob.
Her cheeks sank in as she inched her lips halfway down his dick. She used her fingers on the part nearest his cock-root. There was no way she could take the entire thing in her mouth. It was much too big.
She held his shaft in her fist and licked all around the flared rim under his cockhead. She polished his knob with saliva and licked up the jizz spewing out of his piss-slit.
She savored the sweetness of her son's man-juice and longed for more. She longed to have him come in her mouth even more than she longed to fuck him.
Ablaze now with sexual arousal, the big-assed brunette stuck her butt out and hovered on her belly over the sleeping boy. The lips of her wet cunt were throbbing and she moved one hand between her legs and touched herself.
She rubbed her finger up and down her horny slit while she took the teenager's prick into her hungry lips. She closed her eyes as she worked her cuntjuice into a froth.
John lay snoring, a smile on his face as he clenched and unclenched his fists. It looked to Millie as if he knew something nice was happening to him. Was it possible he was dreaming he was being sucked off? Was he having a wet dream?
When he worked his hips and tried to turn over onto his belly, she reached up and gently, but firmly placed a hand on his chest. He ground his teeth, but settled back down again.
She began breathing softly and curled her fingers around his prick. She squeezed and released and then squeezed again. And then the most incredible thing happened. Her pussy spasmed and she came and it was the sweetest orgasm she'd ever had. All the built-up tension of the past hours resulted in the most exquisite sensations coursing through her pussy.
Cunt-honey dribbled out of her gash and drenched her thighs and then John groaned and her hand was filled with his thick, whitish jism. The still-aroused mother held tightly to his dick while the rest of his spunk poured into her hand. When his body was still again, she carefully rose up and tiptoed to the door.
Back in her own room, she brought her spunk-covered hand to her face and sniffed it. She tentatively licked one finger and with a ragged sigh sucked two fingers into her mouth. Now I must have him, she thought, sucking the last of her spunk-covered fingers into her mouth. Now, God forgive me, I want my son to fuck me!