Billy's mind was in a state of turmoil just as Cissy's was. He had never seen a woman's cunt before, had never even seen a woman naked, except his mother once in awhile. He had no idea that women did things like that to themselves. He had jacked off and he knew that all the guys did it, but the discovery that women played with themselves, too, was a mind-boggling experience. Mrs. Baxter's hand had been buried all the way up her cunt, and it had been moving in there, too. As he stood in the shower soaping up his athletic body, he closed his eyes and tried to recall the scene downstairs. It wasn't at all difficult to call back the images, so indelibly were they, etched into his memory.
He remembered watching Mrs. Baxter's long, pink-glowing legs moving back and forth slowly as she hand-fucked herself. He remembered wanting to run his hands over her silky-looking skin, remembered wanting to see for himself if her naked legs were as warm and soft as they looked. He remembered seeing the swelling of her huge tits beneath the silk material of her pink blouse, remembered seeing the hard little points of her tit-peaks showing enticingly through the material. He had seen pictures of boobs before, but never had he been that turned on by a picture. Mrs. Baxter's tits looked a lot prettier through her blouse than any of those he had seen.
Billy remembered wanting to reach out and lay his hands on his neighbor's luscious breasts, remembered wanting to feel their silken warmth through her blouse. He remembered wanting to bury his face between her softly swelling breasts and inhale her intoxicating perfume. He remembered, too, detecting the even more intoxicating scent of the musky feminine fragrance that wafted up from the hot spot between her spread legs as he stood there trembling before her. He remembered wanting to fall to his knees and push his face up against the seething hole between Mrs. Baxter's pretty legs. Even as he stood there in the shower he wanted to stare between the luscious older woman's legs and examine her secret treasure.
Billy imagined kneeling before the lovely older woman and watching her open her legs even wider for him. He watched her move her hand inside her seething cunt, showing him how she could drive herself wild with her own hand. He envisioned her masturbating not oblivious to his presence as she had been downstairs, but fully aware that he was watching her. Mrs. Baxter was lascivious in his active imagination, lascivious and willing to do anything for him.
The horny boy watched Mrs. Baxter pull her hand out of her cunt-and open her naked twat. He had only seen pictures of pussies before, but as he imagined Mrs. Baxter's lewd behavior and remembered glimpsing her naked flesh, he could see the woman's cunt as clearly as if he had seen a thousand cunts in the flesh. He could see the wet, ragged lips of her seething twat shivering slightly as she gyrated her pretty hips and moved her cunt enticingly.
Billy felt his cock throbbing, throbbing with the heat of abandoned lust. He had always thought that Mrs. Baxter was a beautiful woman, but never had he suspected that she could ever have such a maddening effect on him. He looked down at his stiff dick and saw the big hard thing sticking up straight against his stomach. He was damn proud of his big fat cock and liked nothing better than to grab the pole of flesh and jerk off whenever he got the urge. The urge was mighty powerful at the moment. With visions of Mrs. Baxter dancing through his mind, the hard-cocked lad grasped the shaft of his wet cock and began jacking off to beat hell.
His groin was covered with soap suds, suds that made a wet sucking sound when his hand banged up and down his stiff dick. He rubbed suds all over his naked body with his free hand, enjoying the silken feel of his own naked body, but wishing that he could feel a girl's body instead. If only he could run his hands over Mrs. Baxter's body. If only she weren't so much older. If only she would let him do the things that he imagined doing to her as he beat off. If only there wasn't a taboo against sex between a boy and an older woman.
Billy's hand flew up and down the swollen shaft of his rod, making his cock tingle and twitch with excitement. His cock-head swelled hard as he stimulated himself. Droplets of crystal-clear pre-seminal fluid oozed from the lips of his dick-head, running down the shaft of his stiff prick, mingling with the soap around his cock. His balls ached with excitement as he jacked himself off with a frenzy. His nearly hairless nuts were gathered tightly between his legs.
"Oh, shit! This is too much! She's so beautiful, so fuckin' beautiful! I saw her cunt! Jesus Christ! I saw Mrs. Baxter's cunt!" Billy rasped, getting hotter and hotter by the second.
When Cissy heard the boy's heavy breathing and the words that were escaping his lips in spite of himself, she knew that she had had a powerful effect on the lad. It was just the effect she longed to have on him. She could see his slender form through the translucent glass of the shower doors. She could make out his hand moving up and down in front of his handsome body, could see the pink freshness of his skin behind the door. She couldn't help wanting to throw open the doors and join her object of affection.
Cissy's cunt trembled between her legs as she watched the boy jacking off. She had never seen a boy do that before, although she had enough sense to know that her sons did it all the time. She wanted to do the job for him, wanted to step into the shower and wrap her silken fingers around the hard shaft of his slippery dick, wanted to beat him off until he shot his heavy wad into the air.
The horny woman couldn't help wondering if his cock was as beautiful as she had imagined it. She couldn't help wondering if it would fill her hand as she had imagined, couldn't help wondering if his cock was as hot and hard as she thought it would be. She wished she could summon the courage to find out for herself if her would-be lover was everything she thought he was. She felt herself teetering on the brink of depravity. She knew that she could easily fall into the whirlpool of her lust for the boy. She was simply too horny to resist the temptation to seduce the boy. She needed him desperately, and she knew that he would appreciate the things she could teach him about fucking and sucking. She would do it, and she would do it now.
Cissy took a deep breath and approached the shower door. She shivered inside when she slid open the door of the shower, exposing Billy in the act of masturbating.
"Oh, shit! Jesus Christ, Mrs. Baxter! What're you doin' here?" the kid gasped when he saw her standing there as if she had materialized from his wild imagination.
Billy couldn't believe his eyes. It was really her! Only seconds before he had been jerking off with images of her naked body dancing through his horny mind. And now she was standing there in the flesh. He was paralyzed for a minute or two, unable to move a muscle, unable to hide his hard cock, unable to say more than a few nearly incoherent words.
Cissy was frozen for a moment or two herself. She still couldn't believe what she had done, much less what she knew she was about to do. She had taken the first step toward a sexual encounter with a boy enough to be her own son. She had to go farther in her explorations of sex with a and willing stud, had to indulge herself completely. She could tell from Billy's reaction to the things he had seen downstairs that he was ready and willing to be seduced.
"Billy, I… I want to talk with you," Cissy managed to say in a slightly artificial voice.
Cissy watched Billy suddenly come to life again, his hands flying down to his stiff, jerking dick. He tried desperately to cover his cock and balls, but they were much too prominent to hide. The naked boy crouched slightly, both hands between his legs, staring wildly like a frightened animal. Cissy suddenly felt sorry for her prey. She wanted to take him into her warm arms and comfort him. She realized that her bold behavior was a terrible shock to the boy. She only hoped that she could help him overcome his natural fear of what she assumed was his first sexual encounter.
"You seem terribly afraid, Billy. You really have nothing to fear, darling. Cissy won't hurt you," she smiled, looking the boy in the eye, fighting off temporarily her urge to stare at the kid's jerking prick and swollen nuts.
"But… uh… Mrs. Baxter!" the boy rasped. "What're you gonna do?"
"I'm going to teach you a few things about women and men and the wonderful fun they can have together!" Cissy said excitedly. "That is, I'll teach you if you really want to learn," she cooed, letting her eyes rove over the boy's naked soapy body.
"But… uh… I'm scared, Mrs. Baxter! Uh… I don't get it!" Billy said nervously.
"I understand how you feel, darling!" Cissy said with genuine feeling.
"That big hard thing between your legs proves that you're old enough! Didn't your cock get big and hard downstairs a little while ago when you caught me playing with my cunt?" she asked in a sultry voice.
"Gosh, Mrs. Baxter! Don't! Please! It's awful embarrassing!" the stiff-dicked boy pleaded, his nuts aching with excitement as he stood naked before the most beautiful woman he had ever set eyes on.
"You shouldn't be too embarrassed, darling! You should be proud of yourself! If your darling cock can rise and get so hard and stiff you must be a man!" she smiled, staring at the purplish head of the kid's dick that struck out over his hand in spite of his efforts to hide himself.
"You… you really mean it?" the boy asked, his eyes twinkling with excitement.
"Of course I mean it, darling! I'll show you how much I really mean it!"
"What do you mean, Mrs. Baxter? Gosh… I… I don't understand!" Billy said in a somewhat squeaky voice.
"Would you like to learn what sex is all about, darling? I'm sure that you're ready!"
"But… uh… I'm… I'm scared!" Billy said, staring wildly into Mrs. Baxter's beautiful blue eyes.
"Come to me, lover," she called. "You won't be afraid for long."
"Oh, shit!" the boy gasped, moving toward the beautiful woman in spite of his fear and embarrassment.
Billy felt his body being drawn to her as if by a magnet. He knew that it was even worse to consider having sex with a woman old enough to be his mother. But she was much too seductive to resist. He knew that she wanted him, knew not only from the way she talked about teaching him, but from the way she seemed to radiate some mysterious force that drew him to her.
"Wash the soap off your body first, silly!" Cissy laughed when he started to step out of the shower with soap suds still covering his body.
Billy stood beneath the cascading shower, letting the hard spray wash the soap from his glistening body. Cissy stood there letting her eager eyes rove over the boy's muscular naked body. She was amazed at how physically well developed Billy was for his age. She knew that his father Ralph was a physical fitness fanatic. Apparently, she thought, Ralph's preoccupation with sports and fitness and rubbed off on his son. She longed to let her warm exploring hands rove over the boy's lightly tanned shoulders, longed to feel his developing muscles moving beneath his clear skin. She shivered deep in her seething cunt when she thought of rubbing up against the boy's body.
While Billy rinsed his body he kept his hands between his legs, still trying to hide his genitals from Cissy's view. Billy wanted to let her see him but he was awfully embarrassed. He had never exposed himself to a woman before. He even kept himself covered up in front of his mother most of the time. He turned in shame away from her. Somehow it didn't feel as bad to let her see his back and ass.
Cissy enjoyed seeing the boy from behind almost as much as she enjoyed staring at his cock and balls. She wanted to let her fingers knead the firm-looking flesh of his angular buttocks, wanted to fall to her knees and plant wet little kisses all over the boy's lean ass. She wanted to reach up beneath his ass and take his balls into her warm hand, wanted to knead his swollen testicles until he shivered with passion deep down inside.
"Come with me now, darling. That's right, lover. Turn around and come with Cissy. I'll teach you to enjoy that handsome body of yours. If you're not a man now, you will be when I'm through with you!" the hot-assed woman smiled, making the boy blush uncontrollably.
Cissy held out her hand and waited for Billy to take it. When he did, she glanced down at his uncovered dick. The big swollen thing jerked up against his lean stomach. The head of it was tightly swollen, purplish with throbbing blood. A droplet of crystal clear pre-cum oozed out, making the horny woman hungry for the taste of male meat. She held out her other hand and waited until the boy took it, too. She stared eagerly at the kid's big balls hanging low between his lean legs. His balls looked so smooth and soft, so much different from her husband's hairy nuts. She longed to cradle them in her hands and fondle the boy until he went wild with naked lust.
On the way out of the bathroom Billy looked over at the towel he had planned to cover himself with. Cissy shook her head and told him that there was no need to cover himself any more. She told him that she liked seeing him just the way he was. The boy blushed again and followed her dutifully when she turned and led him down the halt. He didn't try to hide his jerking cock and sperm-filled balls any longer. As he walked behind the luscious older woman, his stiff dick jerked and bobbed up and down in front of him. Cissy turned around from time to time and cast a nasty glance at his bouncing dick, thrilling to the sight of it.
"Would you like to step into your bedroom, Billy?" she smiled. "You might feel more comfortable there, darling. If we were at my house I'd take you into my bedroom and give myself to you on my bed. Of course, we'd have to get rid of my husband and the two boys first. Isn't it convenient that your parents are out of town, Billy? There's no one in the house except you and me! We can just do anything we feel like doing, no matter how nasty it is! It just makes my pussy itch, Billy! Doesn't it make that lovely dick of yours all hot and tingly?"
Cissy stood aside at the door to Billy's room and let him lead the way. She was itching to get out of her clothes and let the boy see her luscious feminine charms. Billy's room had all the trappings of a boy's room, all the baseball pennants, goofy posters, footballs, and sports paraphernalia. Cissy detected in the boy a kind of embarrassment about all of this, as if he were suddenly out of place in a boy's room now that he was about to become a man.
"So this is your little world!" Cissy smiled. "Do you think there might be room in it for me, lover?"
"Gosh, yeah!" Billy exclaimed, his dripping cock throbbing with tension.
"And this is where you sleep!" she said in a voice dripping with lust. "It makes me all sad inside to think that you've been sleeping here all alone. I'll just bet that delicious-looking cock of yours gets hard every night! Am I right?"
"Sure, Mrs. Baxter. It gets hard all the time!" Billy admitted.
"And there isn't anyone to make it soft for you again! Terrible! Just terrible! I know how a boy's cock aches when it's all hard and tense! Surely you must have found some way of relieving yourself, darling boy!"
"Uh, relieving myself? How do you mean, Mrs. Baxter?" Billy struggled.
"Yes, Billy. You must have found some way of making your cock soft again. I believe you boys call it jerking off or something to that effect. Am I right, lover?" she asked.
"Gosh, Mrs. Baxter! Uh… I…" the boy stammered, flushing with embarrassment.
"You shouldn't be ashamed, darling. All boys do things like that! Would you like to do that for me?" she asked, her lips wet and glistening.
"Do it for you?" the boy rasped, his dick jerking in front of his body. "What do you mean, Mrs. Baxter?"
"I mean I'd like to watch you jerk off!" she smiled. "I've never watched a boy do that before. Just thinking about it makes my pussy all hot and wet! If I'm going to teach you how to enjoy that fine body of yours you might as well teach me a few things, too. Show me how a boy relieves himself when he doesn't have a woman like me around to help him. Will you do that for me, darling?"
"Uh… oh, shit… I guess I will. I mean…" the boy struggled, knowing that he would have to do anything in the world she asked of him.
Billy reached down and took his firm rod in his hand. He hesitated at first, ashamed of what he was about to do in front of Mrs. Baxter. When he felt his fingers closing around the shaft of his slippery cock, however, he forgot the embarrassment he felt and abandoned himself to the burning wild sensations he was causing to race up and down his cock by his own manipulations. His balls aching with youthful passion, Billy closed his eyes and started beating off for dear life while Mrs. Baxter sat on his bed and watched.
Cissy stared with glittering eyes at the boy's hand as it raced up and down the long thick shaft. It was almost too much for the wild-assed woman to believe. Her neighbor was actually standing there naked before her, jerking off his stiff tomcat. She had dreamed of watching a boy masturbate, and now the experience was hers to enjoy to the full. She knew now that the step she had taken toward Billy would bring her to the wild depravity she craved. Her cunt steamed with lust.
"Billy, darling, would you like to see something to stimulate your horny mind?" Cissy breathed, feeling wanton beyond belief, willing to do anything in her power to stimulate her stud and make him desperate for her willing body.
"Huh?" the boy started, opening his eyes and staring at the beautiful woman on the edge of his bed.
"Would you like to see my body, darling?" she smiled.
"God! You really mean it?" Billy wheezed, his legs trembling with excitement.
"Of course I mean it, Billy! You have to see a woman's body sooner or later! We can't fuck with our clothes on! Would you like to see me naked?" she asked softly.
"Oh, shit, Mrs. Baxter! You mean it?" the kid growled, his balls tensing between his shivering legs.
"Would you like to see my breasts?" she sang, running her hands over her luscious tits, smoothing her hands over the silk material of her light blouse.
"Oh, God, yes!" the boy begged. "Can I? Can I really see your breasts?" Billy rasped, staring wild-eyed at the luscious woman.
"I'd just love to show you my tits, Billy! You deserve to see them! You're so and willing!" she smiled, unbuttoning her blouse ever so slowly, teasing the boy with every move she made. "Have you ever seen a woman's tits before, Billy?" she smiled, having unbuttoned her blouse completely, holding her garment closed over her swelling bosoms.
"Gosh, no, Mrs. Baxter! Never! Wow!" the boy rasped.
"Not even your mother's?" she asked softly.
"Huh? Mom's? Uh, well, once in awhile, I guess," the boy said nervously.
"Julia has lovely breasts, Billy. Your mother is a very pretty lady. Do you think I'm as pretty as your mother? Are my titties as pretty as hers?" she asked in a sultry voice.
With that, the hot-assed older woman tore open her pink silk blouse and let her naked boobs burst into full view. The big beautiful globes swelled with sultry seductiveness as she sat there on the edge of Billy's bed with her legs crossed. She smoothed her hands over the pink-glowing flesh of her exposed boobs, making the boy long to feel her tits for himself.
Billy's eyes almost bugged out of his head when he saw the magnificent tits Cissy had to offer him. He had never laid eyes on anything as exciting in his life. Her tits were bigger and softer-looking then anything he had seen in glossy girlie magazines. Her breasts were suffused with a pink glow that made her skin look almost translucent. Her tit-peaks were stiff, standing out as little points of goose-pimpled flesh.
Cissy knew that she was having a powerful effect on Billy. She lifted her glorious breasts in her hands and offered them to him, feeling more lascivious by the minute. Billy stared at her offered knockers with an eagerness and awe that made her melt inside. Her cunt ran with musky moisture at the mere thought of the wild things she and her boy were about to do with each other. The crotch of her panties was damp with her feminine dew.
"Billy, darling, do you like my tits? Are they pretty enough for you?"
"Golly, yeah! They're beautiful, Mrs. Baxter!" the hard-cocked boy rasped.
"You're not just saying that are you, darling? After all, lover, you said you hadn't seen a woman's tits before. You really don't have much to compare mine to," she smiled.
"I-I've seen some pictures…" the boy said, his voice trailing off weakly, as if he were embarrassed by his lack of experience.
"Did you jack off, darling?" the hot-assed woman asked, her cunt twitching.
"Uh… well… yeah."
"If you were that excited over a picture, you must be terribly horny right now, darling. After all, lover, these are more than a picture. These are flesh and blood breasts, darling boy. Would you like to feel for yourself?"
"Oh, shit! Can I? You mean it? Can I touch 'em?" the horny boy rasped, his cock jerking uncontrollably.
"Come to me, lover! Come to me and feel my tits! Oh darling! I can promise you that this will be the wildest time of your life!" Cissy sang, opening her arms wide for the horny boy.