Since the movie was a double feature, it was late by the time the boys got out. Glad for the chance to uncramp their legs, they started home at a brisk pace.
"Man, did you see the tits on that actress?" Josh's eyes were lit and his crotch bulged. They hadn't told their mothers it was an X-rated movie they were going to see. "She had to have the biggest tits I ever saw anywhere! Oh, man, those babies could smother a guy! D'you ever see any as big as that?"
"Oh, I don't know." Dave gave a noncommittal shrug, thinking about this morning. He's seen bigger tits all right, but that wasn't something he could tell even his best friend. Still, he couldn't keep totally quiet. "They were all right, but nothing special. I've seen bigger."
"Bullshit!" Josh grimaced at that, disbelief etched on his face. "Hell, even Pamela Sue in English hasn't got a pair like those! They must've been forties, at least! Nobody's got tits bigger than that!"
His scoffing tone did the trick. Dave's voice burst out before he could stop it.
"Well, my mom has!"
"Huh!" That wiped the sneer off Josh's face. He halted, staring. "Your mom?"
Dave could've bitten his tongue, but it was late. He'd began thinking about his mother until his balls ached at the memory. Now, caught by his own words, he blushed.
"Yeah, and they're lots bigger, too. I, uh, I got a look when she was taking a shower and they're something else! You wouldn't believe it unless you saw them."
Josh's dark eyes had gone wide with surprise, but now narrowed into suspicion. His breath whooshed out in an incredulous explosion. "Bull shee – itt!"
"Hey, it's the truth!" He turned defensive, despite himself. "You never saw a pair like my mom's. They'd make your eyes pop! And… hell, I can prove it too! You want to see for yourself?"
Those words made Josh's jaw drop. In spite of the corner he'd painted himself into, Dave felt a twinge of pleasure at being able to impress his friend.
"Are you shittin' me?" Suddenly excitement filled the air about both teenagers, and Josh's voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. "You mean you can get us a peek at your old lady's tits, for real?"
"Yeah! She always takes a bath before she goes to bed, and if your Mom isn't still there I'll bet we can get a look. You want to try?"
Josh did. They were both still turned on after the X-rated movie, and just the thought of spying on a voluptuous woman like Melanie Patterson had their crotches bulging all over again.
"All right then," Dave went on before he could change his mind. "We better hurry though, because it's getting late. Come on!"
The few blocks home seemed to take forever. When they got there they saw the lights were on at Josh's house, which meant his mom was home. The upstairs lights of Dave's house were aglow as well, which meant the scene was set. All they had to do now was get outside the bathroom window, and Dave knew exactly how to accomplish that.
Leading the way around to the back of the house, he pointed to the drainpipe that led up to the roof. A vine-covered trellis beside it provided easy footholds, and without a word he started to climb.
By the time they reached the roof their hearts were thumping from exertion and excitement. Dave made a shushing sound with his lips, and carefully made his way across the dark rooftop with Josh close behind.
The bathroom window was lit up, and both teenagers were breathless with anticipation as they crept up to it. Neither of them dared make a sound as they crouched beneath the sill, and slowly raised their heads to peer in.
They weren't disappointed.
Unaware of her two silent spectators, Melanie lay stretched out in the tub soaping down an upraised, slick tapered leg and humming a soft light tune to herself. A thick, rich carpet of bubbles covered her completely, and even though they couldn't actually see a thing both boys ogled, their imaginations soaring.
It was Dave who pointed at the two floating mounds of white that covered her tits, whispering in Josh's ear for fear of being heard through the screen-enclosed window. "See? Look at those – I told you."
Josh glanced at him and gave a snort, still skeptical of what he couldn't quite see.
Melanie was still soaping her leg, taking her time with the long leisurely bath. They gazed on raptly as she slid the bar of soap along her thigh, swathing a trail through the thick suds until her hand dipped beneath the water. But still they could only see her arm moving in slow circular strokes.
She gave a little groan as the soap glided against her pussy, sparking a wicked reminder of the evening's events. It had been a long time since she'd been so thoroughly fucked – even if it was her best friend doing the fucking! And with a rubber cock, yet!
The big soap bar rubbed along her cunt, making the sparks fly a bit more furiously. God, what a day this had been! A re-awakening, as if she'd been asleep ever since her divorce. And to be honest, she couldn't even blame Donna because Donna wasn't the type of woman who would even have considered trying all those things if she hadn't somehow sensed that Melanie needed it as much as she did.
The soap wedged between her cuntlips, pushing slickly against, her clit, and she gasped.
"Oh fuck…" Josh's hiss was a sound of sheer amazement as they watched Dave's blonde-haired mom wiggle under the bubbles, her arm rotating faster. Her wet, shining knees drew up and drifted wide apart as they watched. Bath water sloshed, and every now and then they got a glimpse of slippery firm flesh as the suds rolled and shimmered over her lush, undulating body.
Neither of them had expected this. Both boys' cocks hardened stiffly in their jeans, bulging with renewed vigor at the sight of Mrs. Patterson getting off on a bar of soap.
"Ahhh… annnh…"
Melanie didn't hear their gasps. Her own groans were growing louder as she soaped her pussy into a froth of fresh juicy hunger. The big bar slid between her cuntlips, wedging one corner iii her pussy as it worked across her clit. Within moments she was panting and rubbing the soap in furiously, jamming it deeper in her cunt and humping up to take it.
"Oh God… ohhh, oh my God!"
She was coming. Climaxing in a delicious explosion on the soap, just as she had on Donna's dildo. Water splashed onto the bathroom floor, but nothing could have stopped the explosion now. When it blasted from her cunt in a series of firecracker bursts, she cried out.
"Uuh – uuuhh – uhhhhh…"
Mesmerized, the two teenagers stared with cocks throbbing and eyes bulging. Josh let out a small groaning breath, and Dave felt his own prick twitch as if it was going to blast in his jeans any second at the show his mom was putting on.
At last she slumped with a throaty sigh, and reality seeped back into all three of them.
The boys glanced at each other, speechless and hardly able to tear their eyes from the amazing spectacle they had practically witnessed beneath all those bubbles. Then they turned back, not knowing what might happen next.
And just in time, too.
At that moment, drained and dizzy with satisfaction, Melanie rose from the rub and stepped dripping onto the tiles.
As if previous events hadn't been enough, both teenagers now giggled at the sight of her voluptuous suds-clad body as she reached for a towel and leisurely began to dry herself off.
Josh's mouth fell open. He found himself staring at two of the biggest, bounciest tits he'd ever seen. All layered with slick foam and joggling with her every motion, they jutted out farther than he would've believed possible. The large fluffy towel slid over first one tit, then the other. Now his gaze fastened on a pair of huge pink nipples that soared their fattened spikes from the most enormous areolas he'd even imagined.
"See?" Dave grunted beside him. "What'd I tell you?"
Slowly Josh's head bobbed up and down.
Abruptly, though she wasn't dry yet, Mrs. Patterson let the towel drop. Smiling hazily at herself in the bathroom mirror, she stood totally nude. Josh's eyes flicked down across her slick vivacious body and glued themselves on the sopping foam-covered, thatch of golden fur that carpeted her cunt. All shiny and clad in suds, it had to be the most beautiful pussy mound he'd yet seen – next to his own mom's.
Then his eyes tore up again. Mrs. Patterson was reaching up to cup her huge titties, hefting them out at the mirror in a self-satisfied display. Her distended nipples stood out like a pair of big inflamed cherries, strumming more than an inch long with rigid, trembling stiffness.
Her hands rippled across those mountainous tits.
"Ahhhh."
She stood there, tweaking each turgid nipple between thumb and forefinger and recalling how it had felt to have her best friend's mouth sucking them.
"Jeez!" Josh gasped in amazement, trying to take it all in at once.
His gaze flitted down to the spongy soaked gold of Mrs. Patterson's cunt mound and then back up to the fingers that rhythmically milked at her hard nipples, then to the attractive face that glowed with a lust-filled expression. Her hands slid down toward her fleecy cunt bush then, across a smooth, flat stomach and down to its blonde fringe, fingers tangling in those curls and plowing further. It was more than he could withstand. "Oh, jeez!"
Melanie heard that and horror instantly filled her face at the realization that she had an audience. She jerked her hands away, twisting toward the window with a shocked cry.
"Oh – oh my God!"
The two boys were caught, both too surprised to move. Their faces were perfectly framed in the glow of the bathroom light, and her wide uncomprehending eyes caught them like a pair of insects.
"David!"
"Oh shit." Dave's face scrunched in sudden fear, and Josh gulped.
"David Patterson – how dare you?"
Melanie's voice rose to an indignant cry as full understanding sank in. Suddenly remembering that she was nude, she scooped up the discarded towel and stalked to the window, wrapping it about her as she went.
Neither of the boys even dared to think of trying to escape as her furious expression pinned them to the spot. Trembling with rage and humiliation, she unlatched the screen and pointed.
"Get in here, the two of you! Get in this house right now!"
Dave slunk in first, clambering over the sill like a prisoner about to face the firing squad. Josh followed meekly, flushed and scared.
"Uhhhh, it's not what it looks like, Mom. We were just… I mean…"
"Just what?" Melanie confronted them, trembling. "Just what were you doing out on the roof at this time of night that doesn't look like you were spying on me! And Josh Jones – I can't believe it! Just wait until, your mother hears about this – and she's going to, I can promise! Creeping around like a pair of thieves spying on people… you're disgusting, the both of you!"
Neither of the boys spoke during her tirade, both knowing there was no possible explanation that could get them off the hook. Dave looked sick with fear and Josh felt a twinge shoot through his stomach.
"Honest, Mrs. Patterson, we didn't really intend to – that is, it just kinda happened, that's all. Sort of… sort of an accident…"
His lame attempt at an excuse fluttered into silence under Melanie's glare.
She took a deep shuddering breath, forcing the first surge of panic and anger down. "Josh, I want you to go home right this instant. You haven't heard the last of this little escapade of yours, but I think you've seen quite enough for one evening! There's no need for you to stay while I take care of your friend, here."
Relief flooded over his face. "Yeah, okay Mrs. Patterson. And I'm sorry. I mean, I really am."
With those parting words he darted off, pounding down the stairs, glad to get out from under that stare for the moment, even if he would have to pay for it later.
It was only when she heard the door slam shut downstairs that Melanie turned with new fury on her son.
"How – how dare you spy on me while I'm in the bath? And getting your best friend to go along – do you have any idea what you've done? What've you got to say for yourself, young man?"
"Uh, well."
Dave couldn't come up with a single answer. Blushing fiercely, he stared down at the floor and saw his mom's wet, tapered legs, spread out in a defiant stand.
Melanie was trembling with outrage and mortification as the full impact drove home. They'd seen it all. They'd seen her masturbating in the tub, writhing and gasping and bunching on a bar of soap! They'd seen her standing at the mirror admiring herself, fingering her tits and hovering on the very verge of playing with herself a second time. The two boys had seen everything, just as if they'd been standing over her and leering.
Flushing with humiliation at that thought, she instantly decided to repay her son in kind.
"Well, I'm going to show you just how degrading a thing you've done, young man! Now that you've gotten your eye-full, we'll see how you like being looked at!"
Suddenly, in a burst of anger, she grabbed Dave's cotton tee shirt and jerked it up to his shoulders.
"Hey – hey, Mom, don't!"
He was too surprised to stop what was happening. The shirt slithered over his head and off with one deft jerk of his mother's hands. Then, to his complete astonishment, her fingers plucked at the snap of his jeans.
"Hey, come on! I didn't mean to see you like that – Mom! Jesus!"
He could hardly believe it was happening! His own mother was tearing at his clothes, and his half-hearted attempts to stop her were swept easily aside.
"I'm sorry, okay? Really Mom, it won't ever happen again…"
"No, it certainly won't!"
Beside herself, Melanie wanted nothing more now than to humiliate her son just as he had humiliated her. Intent on doing exactly that, she felt the snap pop open and with one single heave jerked the tight jeans down to his knees.
Caught up in their confrontation, neither of them were quite prepared for the sight of his stiff, throbbing prick. It swung up hard and veined and bobbing, making Melanie jerk back as if she'd been shot.
"Shit…"
Dave tried to hide his rigid prick with his hands, but it was no use. His cock flailed and jerked with a wild life of its own, wagging up with a hard-on that just wouldn't quit. "Da – David!"
Round-eyed, Melanie stared down at her son's bare, meaty prick sprouting out from its nest of downy fur.
Suddenly her pussy creamed.
"This… this is filthy!"
Spurred on by the unexpected spectacle of that massive swollen cock, she reached out. Her fingers curled around its thickness and a jolt of pleasure speared through her wet, seeping pussy like a hot poker.
Melanie hadn't intended on anything even remotely like the pang that shot through her cunt now. Trying desperately not to display the fact that she was turned on by her own son's cock, she gave it a sharp, painful squeeze.
"So this is what you were up to – spying on me and getting yourself all hard and aroused, just as if I was one of your little teenaged girlfriends. Your own mother!"
She squeezed again, feeling his prick pulse in her fist.
"Mom… aaahh…"
Dave gasped, unable to stop his prick from soaring up stiffer than ever.
Her pussy tingled with juicy heat, and the fact that this was her son's cock didn't seem to make any difference at all. It was still a cock, and she hadn't held one like this in a long, long time. Not wanting to expose the fact that she was turned on as well, she went on quickly.
"What's the matter?" her voice came out in a taunting tone as she blushed and hefted his strong cock in her palm, trying to avoid staring at it with blatant hunger. "It's not so much fun when you're the one being stared at, is it? Is it?"
She gave his prick another sharp tug, and Dave sucked in his breath. At the same time Melanie's cunt gushed in a hot blast of searing delight, and she tugged again.
"Mom…"
Dave gave a hoarse grunt of intermingled embarrassment and lust, his prick swelling into such taut hardness that it actually vibrated in her palm.
It was almost more than she could stand. Melanie hadn't expected this kind of reaction – but then, she hadn't expected to be standing in the bathroom holding her son's prick, either. Its quivering presence made her insatiable pussy ache with a new, almost forgotten need. Standing here practically nude with that hard trembling prick throbbing in her fist… it was all she could do to keep up even the barest pretense of anger.
"I simply can't believe you'd do such a thing!" She squeezed that scrumptious cock with veiled urgency, making Dave's eyes bulge. "Spying on me and getting yourself all horny like this! I'd… I'd almost believe you wanted to sneak this filthy little prick of yours right into my cunt and shoot your load in me! Wouldn't you? Wouldn't!"
His mouth worked weakly, but all he could manage was a husky groan as his engorged cock jerked in his mother's hand. His balls bounced and flopped painfully in response, aching so bad that for an instant he thought his load of jizz might shoot at any moment and make things even worse. Finally he forced the words out past gritted teeth.
"I… I didn't mean to spy, honest! It's just… oh shit, you're so beautiful and all, I was just showing Josh…"
"Showing Josh!" Melanie gave his prick a painful jerk, actually enjoying the way it leaped and strummed erect in reaction. Her loosely bound towel began to slide apart, and she didn't stop it. If anything, she gave a small shrug of her shoulders that made it slide faster. "Showing Josh! I'll teach you to show me off to people, David Patterson! How do you like what's showing now? How do you like being looked at? How does… it… feel?"
Her hand pulled hard on his prick and he groaned.
Abruptly the towel slid away altogether and fell in a heap on the tiled floor. Dave goggled at his mom's heaving tits and spongy cunt mound, all still slick and wet from her bath. His prick lurched violently, bucking in her hand.
Melanie gasped. She hadn't expected to be turned on by her own son's cock, and she certainly hadn't intended to stand here nude before him, her fingers wrapped around his stiff prickshaft, her wet, glistening body bared boldly to his gaze.
Cunt juice seemed to pour out of her, forming a thick warm film between her thighs. Dave's rounded eyes feasted on her huge bobbling tits. But instead of trying to cover herself she pushed her tits forward blatantly toward his stare.
"There – now are you satisfied, young man? This is what you were after. Look all you want. Do you like what you see?"
Slowly Dave's head nodded up and down, his mouth dropping open. "Oh yeah… oh shit Mom, you're… you're really beautiful! Man, I could look at you forever! Oh man…"
Without warning his hands flew up. They palmed Melanie's big tits, hefting the twin creamy mounds out and up for closer inspection with one swift motion too abrupt for her to stop.
She sucked in her breath at the feel of Dave's exploring hands. Her tits seemed to shudder and expand up to him, and in a breathless gasp she heard herself moan. "This… this is what you want, isn't it? Well go ahead – if you're big enough to spy on me, then you're certainly big enough to find out what there is to spy about! Go ahead, Dave. Let's see if you're the man you think you are!"
With that sudden defiant statement she grabbed her son's head and pulled it down.
Dave instantly found himself smothered by one big juicy tit, its stiffened nipple searching for his mouth and popping with an expert lunge between his lips. Unable to hold back an instant longer, he closed his mouth on that big rigid bud and began to suck.
"Uuuunhh…"
Melanie arched, groaning her pleasure openly.
Inexpertly sucking and flicking at the huge nipple thrust into his mouth, he felt it grow and swell even bigger. His tongue slid across its rubbery texture, bending and rolling the flared-up nipple around like a marble. His mom twitched and clutched his head tighter. Oh shit, she was urging him on!
"Muhhmm."
He began to suck in earnest, milking the hard nipple between his cheeks.
"Ohhh… ohhhmmm."
Melanie purred, melting under the sweet sensation of having her tit sucked.
Almost without realizing it she had begun to pump his cock with harsh, rhythmic jerks, milking at it with the same frantic hunger that he sucked and lapped her aching tits.
"That… that – oh God, yes! Do it, damn you! I'll show you what happens when you spy… on… me!"
Somehow she found herself backed against the wall by the basin, pulling him with her. Dave's prick seemed to lunge in her hand, furrowing into her pussy fleece and shoving hard against her dripping cunt.
"Aaah!"
She cried out in an ecstatic tremor as his prick lurched rigidly against her pussy, pushing up to its velvet wetness and probing in wild undulations for more.
That was all it took to sweep any last hesitation aside. Melanie spread her thighs wide apart, lifting one leg in the air and letting Dave's huge bloated cockhead slip between her flared cuntlips.
"Murnff…"
"Uhhhhh!"
They both groaned as his cock speared forward, sinking into her pussy to its hilt. It slithered in and out with Dave's urgent lunges, reaming her cunt with the vigor that only a real, throbbing prick could produce.
Before she knew it Melanie had forgotten all about teaching her son a lesson. No longer the stern scolding mother but now a hot, cock hungry woman, she wailed in sheer blissful joy as that stiff prick sank inside her.
"Fuck me! Fuck me baby, fuck me good! Stuff it to me, oh fucking sweet lover, I need it so bad. More, more! Ahhhhh!"
One slick leg wrapped about Dave's waist and locked there, pulling him into her even harder.
"Uhhmm – mumff!"
Unbelieving, he felt his prick soar into his mom's cunt just as if they were made for each other. Once again her tight cunt walls closed on his shaft with a clenched vise-like suction, and this time she wasn't asleep. Her big tits flopped and jounced in his face as he plunged, crushing her against the wall and sheathing his cock to its base in her cunt.
"Aaannnh!"
She writhed and sobbed as that delicious big cock began to pound up into her, pinning her to the wall and slamming home again and again.
It was really happening. Dave was actually fucking his mom, shoving his prick in her cunt and slurping at her big bouncing tits just as if she were any other girl, and not his own mother.
And instead of objecting, Melanie groaned and sobbed and clung to him in a fury of hunching oblivion, crying out for more.
"Yesss! Oh David, please! Fuck me, fuck me good, baby! I can't stand it, I'm going to cum! Harder, harder! Oh God yes, yes, yesss! Aaaahhhh!"
Panting and fluttering and mashing her wet cock-filled body to his, Melanie felt the first blast of orgasm whip through her. She surged frantically onto that beautiful lunging cock as the vibrations of climax rippled up from it, swelling until her entire body seemed to melt around Dave's cock in the most thorough explosion she could remember.
When that eruption came, Melanie shrieked.
"Aaannnhhh!"
At the same time her son grunted and his prick leaped inside her.
Jism blasted into her sopping cunt, and wave after wave of utter bliss tore throughout her as thick hot geysers, of cum jetted up into her pussy, filling it with oozing warmth.
It was a fantasy come true. At last she was getting exactly what she'd longed for all these past lonely months – a real man's cock pistoning her to orgasm and shooting its delicious load of cream in her cunt as she reeled and hunched in pure, sensual abandon.
The fact that this particular cock belonged to her own teenaged son didn't register at ill. The only thing she knew was that finally, after all her waiting, she was getting just what she wanted.
"Nuuuuuhhhh…"
Whimpering in sheer bliss, she flailed against the wall and soaked up every luxurious glob of jism from that gorgeous pumping prick until not a drop remained.
At last Dave slumped, totally sucked dry. "Oh Mom, oh fucking shit that was good…"
Gasping and moaning in return, Melanie sank against him. She could feel the first trickle of jizz seeping from her overfilled cunt. His shrinking prick slipped from her cunt and she groaned.
"Ohhh… oh darling…"
Dimly reality began to trickle back in. But it was too late. Far, far too late to stop herself now. And strangely, she wasn't a bit sorry.