Cissy Baxter waited patiently in Julia and Ralph Martin's living room for Billy Martin to return home from his baseball game in the park. Cissy had somewhat reluctantly agreed to watch after Billy for the Martins while they took care of some business in a near-by city. It wasn't that Cissy was unwilling to do a favor for her favorite neighbors or that she disliked Billy. The fact was that she more than liked her eighteen year-old neighbor. Her cunt was on fire for the boy.
Cissy was a well-respected member of the quiet little community of Shelby Corners. To all appearances she was happily married and content with her life. She had two well-behaved and promising boys of her own. Her eighteen year-old son Paul was doing well on the Shelby Corners track team and Danny was showing a remarkable scholastic achievement. She had good reason to be proud of her handsome sons. Her position on the school board brought her the respect of her fellow townspeople and her husband's grocery was the most prosperous in town. She had no reason to be less than satisfied with her life with Mike, no reason that was discernible by her family and friends, at least.
Cissy would have keen quite content with her life with Mike, but for one weakness, a weakness for hot fucking. Cissy's sex life had taken a bad turn lately, and the resulting frustration was driving her to distraction. Mike just hadn't been giving her the wild fucking that a thirty-five-year old sex pot like Cissy craved. It wasn't that Mike hadn't made her happy in the past. The first few years of their marriage had been one honey fuck after another. But lately her once horny husband had slowed down to a crawl. Cissy really didn't know what was causing her husband's sudden loss of interest in fucking. She was beginning to wonder if he was seeing another woman, a thought that would never have crossed her mind in the earlier years of their marriage.
Cissy had come to suspect Mary Reynolds, her husband's assistant store manager, of trying to steal her man away. She knew that Mary was ten years er than her, but she didn't think the girl had anything on her as far as physical appeal was concerned. Cissy knew that she still had what it took to excite and hold a man. She suspected that the lure of youth had simply been too strong for Mike to resist. She knew, too, that if Mike actually was having an affair with the girl, it would only last until his lust for youth had been satisfied. Cissy was open-minded and understanding enough to forgive Mike for his sexual indiscretions, especially since she was burning up inside with the same fire.
She didn't know whether her lust for Billy was a result of her lack of sexual satisfaction in her husband's bed or whether she had always had a secret longing to seduce a boy. She knew only that her waking hours lately had been filled with thoughts of the handsome lad and her sleeping hours had been filled with dreams of him.
Cissy was ashamed of her desire for Billy, but she could not deny her ever building lust for him. Whenever she saw him, she trembled inside, trembled with a kind of excitement and fear that she had never felt before. There was something enticingly wicked about her attraction for her neighbors' son, something that filled her with dizzying excitement. It was as if the taboo inherent in her desires acted more as a stimulus to her lust than as a deterrent.
Billy was so willing to learn, so naturally bold that she could hardly resist the temptation to tear the kid's clothes off and pull him into bed with her. When she thought of all the nasty things she could teach the boy to do with her and to her, she heated up with lust.
Cissy had had the common sense to keep away from the boy, at least to avoid situations in which she would be sorely tempted to plunge into the whirlpool of her depraved desires. On the occasions when she had been unable to avoid getting close to the boy and being alone with him, she had been in constant fear of herself. This weekend was just such a time. She would be with the boy most of the time, and she was feeling particularly hot between the legs anyway. Mike hadn't fucked her for three weeks and she was going wild with naked lust.
Bill was out playing baseball at the moment. The plan was to have the boy spend the night at Cissy's house. Paul and Danny would keep him busy during the days. She only wondered what would happen when they had to be alone together. Her cunt was already melting between her legs. She knew that the sight of Billy bouncing in through the back door would be enough to make her twat twitch uncontrollably.
Alone with her thoughts of the boy, the hot-assed woman abandoned herself to her lusty imagination. She closed her lovely blue eyes and let her mind fill with images of Billy and the wild things she could do to him.
She imagined herself calling her lover to her, imagined him standing before her, his blue eyes twinkling with lust. She imagined staring at the bulge of the boy's well-filled crotch. She imagined watching his cock swell in his tight jeans as she unbuttoned her blouse and exposed the beautiful globes of her luscious breasts for him. She imagined herself lifting her exposed boobs, imagined herself offering her naked treasures for the boy's inspection.
In her horny mind, Cissy could see the boy staring at her offered knockers. She could hear the boy's heavy breathing as she moved closer to him. She could almost feel her luscious tits jiggling slightly as she walked toward the helpless boy. She could see the little beads of sweat on the lad's tanned forehead as he grew more and more nervous by the minute. She could feel his bare arm when she reached out in her imagination and touched him. She could feel the film of sweat on the boy's naked arm, could feel his muscles tense after the exercise of his ball game. She could feel his hard chest against the silken globes of her naked breasts as she moved up against him.
Cissy could feel her nipples tingling with lust as she rubbed up against Billy's bare chest. She had longed to touch his warm body, had longed to feel the silken warmth of his flesh against her. She could feel her nipples hardening with excitement, could feel the hard little tit-peaks brushing up against the boy's trembling body. She could almost hear the incoherent sounds that she knew would escape the kid's lips as his excitement grew unbearable for him.
Cissy imagined herself whispering little calming remarks in the boy's ear as she seduced him. She could almost see herself falling to her knees before the trembling kid, could almost feel her hand as she reached out and touched the long hard bulge of the boy's big dick. The horny woman could almost feel the boy's body jerking back uncontrollably as she laid her warm eager hand on the sensitive bulge of his swollen rod.
Cissy could almost feel the incredibly exciting heat of the boy's stimulated organ radiating through the material of his tight pants. She longed to tug down the kid's tightly stretched zipper and haul out his big fat cock. The horny woman's fingers caught the tab of the boy's zipper and tugged it down ever so slowly, opening his pants and exposing the bulge of his cock and balls in his underwear. She could almost feel his cock against her hand as she grabbed his cock and balls with her warm and eager hand.
Cissy's pussy was blazing with passion as she sat there on the sofa letting her horny imagination run away with her. She couldn't help reaching down between her long, luscious legs and letting her hand sneak under the silky material of her short skirt.
She let her hand run up her leg, let her eager fingers reach between her legs and find the damp nest of her warm cunt.
As Cissy's mind swam with images of Billy's stiff dick, her pussy heated up to the flash point. She couldn't resist letting her fingers rub gently against the flesh of her steaming twat, couldn't resist letting her fingers tickle the steaming flesh of her blazing cunt through the flimsy material of her red lace panties.
The cock-hungry thirty-five-year-old beauty imagined taking Billy's big hard cock into her mouth. She could almost taste the droplet of pre-seminal fluid that oozed from the swollen head of his dick and ran down her tongue. She could almost feel the heat of Billy's hard throbbing rod as she swallowed it deeper and deeper into her face. The hot-assed woman could almost feel the boy's surprisingly big dick filling her sweet face, filling her mouth with the power she longed for. She pursed her pretty lips and imagined that she was really sucking the hard head of Billy's jerking rod.
Cissy's fingers were working eagerly against the barely concealed flesh of her seething twat. The rubbing of her fingertips against the damp flesh of her excited cunt was driving her wilder and wilder by the second. Her cunt ran with musky dew, ran with the hot fluids of her depraved passion for the boy. She had to take off her panties and diddle herself while she imagined seducing the handsome boy. She had to feel her fingers stroking the seething flesh of her cunt, had to pretend that Billy was with her, had to pretend that he was about to learn everything she wanted to teach him about fucking and sucking.
Cissy let her fingers sneak beneath the waistband of her flimsy panties. She pulled the garment down over her silken thighs and rolled it down her legs until it was around her ankles. She sat there on the sofa with her legs curled beneath her pretty ass, her skirt raised until she could see the nest of her furry blonde twat. She only wished that Billy could be there to see the treasure she had for him. As her warm hand went between her legs again, she closed her eyes once more and abandoned herself to her maddening passions.
The horny woman's twat twitched and tingled as she drew her fingers back and forth over the silken flesh between her legs. She felt shocks of sexual electricity shooting through her belly and up her spine as she stimulated herself wildly. Her clit itched and burned with lust. She scratched at her hot little clit, making her cunt run with musky juices. She only wished that she could feel Billy's warm hand between her legs, only wished that his fingers were dancing over the hot bud of flesh between the lips of her pussy.
She imagined falling back on the sofa and spreading her legs while the excited boy stared wide-eyed with amazement. She imagined herself reaching between her long, luscious legs and manipulating the rosy lips of her naked cunt, opening herself lewdly for the lad's inspection. She could almost feel herself preparing for the entry of the boy's stiff dick into her seething cunt.
Cissy could almost see herself beckoning her fucker toward her, could almost see herself spreading her legs wider and wider, opening her seething pussy until the boy could look all the way up her rosy cunt. She could almost hear herself telling the stud to fall to his knees and feel the hot gash between her open legs. She could almost feel the boy's trembling, but eager hand falling over her wet snatch, could almost feel his fingers stroking the dewy flesh of her sex.
Cissy's belly quivered when she imagined taking the kid's hard rod into her cunt. She felt her pussy tighten at the mere thought of having his dick in her twat. She was alive with desire for the boy. Every fiber of her being cried out for him. She had to feel his stiff prick jerking and throbbing inside her. If only he was with her now. If only she could accept his excited cock into her juicy snatch and work on it until she had taught him what a wild ejaculation into a woman's seething cunt was all about.
Having only her own hand to make her happy at the moment, Cissy made do. She buried first one finger and then another in her sucking sex. Before long her whole hand had found its way into her cunt. She felt the stretching of her super-sensitive cunt-flesh as she filled herself with her own hand. She dreamed of having a big hard cock inside her, dreamed of feeling the warmth of it, the hardness of it, the jerking and throbbing of it inside her. Seething with naked lust, the hot-assed woman twisted her hand inside the tight clutching hole between her legs, making her knuckles rub against the lips of her pussy.
"Oh, God! God! Billy! Billy, darling! Fuck me! Fuck the piss out of me! Oh, Billy! I love your cock! I love your hard dick in my fucking twat! Move it inside me, lover! I don't care how you are! I need you! Oh, God! Fuck me! Fuck meeeee!" she cried, her eyes tightly closed with passion as she writhed in the heat of her self-inspired lust for the boy.
The horny woman began moving her hand in and out of her tight wet twat harder and faster by the second. The juices of her pussy flowed freely between her legs. She writhed wildly as the heat in her cunt continued to build to the flash point. She could hear the wet sucking sounds her hand made as it moved in and out of her clutching cunt. She was on the edge of the sofa now, her legs spread wide, her hand up her cunt-hole all the way past her wrist. Her legs moved to and fro. Her nipples tingled inside her blouse, rubbing against the silky material and driving her wild. The wild-assed woman was totally oblivious of her surroundings, so wrapped up was she in her wild imaginings.
She could feel Billy's big fat cock throbbing hot and hard deep inside her belly. She could imagine the nervous trembling of his angular body as he fucked her hot and hard. She could imagine his heavy breathing as he jabbed his impaled dick in and out of her incredibly tight twat. She tried to imagine how the boy would feel inside fucking a woman for the first time, tried to imagine the confusing sensations and ideas that would run through him as he worked his organ in and out of her grasping cunt.
"Fuck me, Billy! Screw the shit out of me, darling! Fill me with hot dick! Oh, God! I need you, Billy! I need that stiff dick inside me! Move it in me, lover! I want to teach you! I want to teach you how to fuck a woman and make her happy! I want you!" the horny woman hissed, her hand moving fast between her legs.
"Gosh, Mrs. Baxter! Do you really mean it?" Cissy suddenly heard a boy's voice rasp.
Cissy screamed when she realized that the boy's voice she heard was not a voice from her horny imagination. It was as real as life, and the voice was Billy's. Even worse, he had heard her calling his name and begging him to fuck her hot and hard. Her reaction was automatic. She pulled her hand out of her sucking cunt-hole and tried to cover her pussy with her skirt. She somehow managed to pull up her panties and stand up. She reached out and grabbed Billy's shoulders, shaking him violently and staring into his big blue eyes.
"What on earth are you doing here, Billy!" Cissy shouted, her voice ringing with tension.
"But… uh… I… I live here, Mrs. Baxter!" the boy struggled.
"Why are you back so early?" Cissy asked, her voice weaker now.
"It's six o'clock, Mrs. Baxter. You remember? You told me to be back by six. The game was just over a few minutes ago. Uh… do you… uh do you want me to go back outside or somethin'?" the boy asked nervously.
"Yes! No! I… I don't know what I want you to do! This is terrible! Oh, God! I… I…" the woman stumbled, unable to put her embarrassment into words.
Cissy lost her voice for a moment and fell onto the sofa. She felt like hiding her face and letting her tears of embarrassment flow freely, but she knew that she didn't dare collapse now. She had to be strong and try somehow to save the situation. If only she could be alone to collect her thoughts.
"Billy… why don't you go upstairs and take a shower?" she suggested weakly.
"Uh… okay, Mrs. Baxter…" Billy said, looking away from the lovely woman, obviously as embarrassed about the situation as she was.
Cissy watched the boy walk up the stairs, his head bowed, barely picking up his feet. She realized that it had been a terrible shock to the boy catching his neighbor and his mother's best friend doing such a dirty thing to herself. She hoped she could make him understand, or at least forget what he had seen. When she realized that no boy could ever forget seeing a woman fucking herself with her hand on his living room sofa, Cissy shivered with fear. Would he tell his parents? Would he tell his buddies at school? Her mind swam with the dizzying possibilities.
As far as she could see, there was no satisfactory way out of her embarrassing and dangerous predicament. She could only hope that the boy had enough sense not to blab the story all over town. But Cissy's problem was more than merely having been caught masturbating by an impressionable boy. The most upsetting part of her problem was between her legs. She was still incredibly hot for fucking, so hot that her cunt still ran with musky sex-juices even as she sat there burning with embarrassment.
Cissy still wanted Billy. She still wanted to seduce the boy and teach him what screwing was all about. She knew that she should have learned her lesson. She knew that the embarrassment she had felt should have taught her to leave boys alone. She knew that she was teetering on the brink of depraved lust, knew that she could push herself off at any minute and fall into the abyss of her lust for youth. Her cunt was steaming between her legs. She had to be near the object of her lusts. She had to be near the boy she so desperately wanted.
Cissy felt as if some strange force were controlling her actions, felt as if the force of her depraved passion for Billy were causing her to do things she would never have dreamed of doing before. She felt herself rising from the sofa, felt herself gliding up the stairs as if in a trance. When she realized that she was standing outside the door of the bathroom, she shivered with a strange mixture of fear and excitement. She felt her hand reach out and grasp the knob. She hesitated a moment before opening the door. She could hear the water running in the shower. She knew that Billy was standing behind the translucent glass doors, standing there as naked as the day he was born, just waiting for her to initiate him into the rites of sex.
When she felt the door open slowly she knew that she was lost.