Bob felt a little guilty about peeking at his mother's panty-covered cunt and, once he was in bed, he tried to steer his mind back to Mrs. Blumfeldt's obvious charms. Of course, the more he tried not to think about his mother's gigantic tits and hairy pussy, the more those delectable, forbidden delights, entered his dreams. He finally fell asleep amid visions of big, soft tits surrounding his face.
That night there were three horny people dreaming about having a bed partner as soon as possible.
The next day Ann left right after lunch to do the week's grocery shopping. Martha added her shopping list to Ann's, so Bob knew his mother wouldn't be back right away. He watched ha shapely ass quiver as she left, then wondered what to do next. He felt too horny to hang out with the guys or sit through a movie.
Martha had hurried to her room after Ann left. She was horny too, and she planned to finger her clit in the bathroom while pretending to shower. She stripped, revealing her huge tits in a lacy black half-bra that left the upper circles of her areolas exposed. The cups were hardly able to contain her melon-shaped tits. Her tight bikini panties only partially covered the hairy V of her crotch and completely exposed the creamy roundness of her heavy ass.
"Ah," she said, staring at herself in the mirror, "if that boy could see me now."
A black garter belt at her hips held her sheer black stockings at the tops of her plump white thighs, and completed her outfit. She grabbed a flimsy nightie draped over a chair.
Thinking Bob was still in the living room, she opened the door. She'd planned to hurry into the bathroom, but her gasp of surprise mingled with the boy's when he saw her.
"Oops!" he said as she took a step back and held the nightie in front of her. He can probably see right through it, she thought, but it's better than nothing.
"Uh, I was going for a shower," she explained as she finally got the nightie around her. She was holding it together at the waist, but it was open at the top, and Bob could see the deep cleavage of her quivery tits and what looked like a hint of goose-pimpled areola. He gulped.
"Did you want something?" she finally asked.
"Uh, Mom said one of your drawers was stuck," he mumbled.
"Oh! Damn, I forgot," Martha said. "It's this one."
Bob watched as she turned and bent to tug at the dresser drawer. Her big round ass was clearly naked under the gauze-like nightie as it pushed out the flimsy material. Pushed out everywhere, he noticed, except the deep crack of her ass, where it had been caught. He felt like rushing over and grabbing double handfuls of those big, soft asscheeks.
"I'll get it." Bob said. As she stepped aside, he grabbed the drawer and pulled it out easily.
"Oh, my!" Martha exclaimed. "You're strong, aren't you?"
"Aw, well…" Bob grinned, then blushed a deeper red as the older woman bent and rummaged through the drawer. Her creamy, shivering tits hung down and nearly fell out of her black bra, and the cleft between them looked deeper than ever.
"Oh, here's what I've been looking for," she said, pulling out one of her regular bras.
Bob's eyes widened at the size of the bra cups. Jeez, her tits were as big as his head!
"Well, I guess I'll get that shower, now," Martha said.
Bob followed her out and watched the heavy cheeks of her ass wobble and roll sexily under the robe.
Martha's face was also flushed, but Bob hadn't noticed. She knew the boy had seen a lot more than he should have, and she was positive that he was studying the cheeks of her ass as she walked away. But there hadn't been much she could do. Shit, having him look at her like that had made her hornier than ever!
Now that he had seen Mrs. Blumfeldt in those sexy panties and bra, Bob's cock felt hotter and harder than ever. Knowing that she was going to be completely naked behind that door in a matter of seconds didn't help. He hesitated when he saw her close the door. He wanted to sneak up and peek through the keyhole but, if she opened it again for some reason, he'd have no excuse for being there. He decided to wait until he was sure she was undressed.
Martha took off her nightie and looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. When she saw how much of her tit-flesh was bulging above the half-bra, and how all of her asscheeks were visible, she delighted in her accidental exhibitionism.
She couldn't resist touching the exposed edges of her areolas. Her cunt throbbed and her nipples tingled. To hell with a shower, she wasn't going to get her hair wet. At least, not the hair on her head! She felt her clit stiffening as she sat on the toilet. She was facing the door as she spread her legs apart and tugged the crotch of her panties to one side. The hairy lips of her cunt and part of her asscrack came into view.
"Ohhh-h-h-h," she sighed, gently fingering around the sensitive rim of her hot cunt. Then she rubbed her juicy cuntlips, stirring them around her protruding clit. Little whimpering sounds filled the bathroom.
Shit! She'd forgotten to turn on the water. Martha hated to interrupt her finger-fucking, but Bob might get suspicious if he didn't hear water running. Besides, the noise would help muffle her moans and groans. With the water running in the tub, she sat back down and began where she'd left off-stroking and plucking her pink pussy folds and sighing with pleasure.
Bob was trembling with excitement as he crept toward the bathroom door. Now that the water was running, he felt safe. He knelt and peered through the keyhole, and nearly fell over backwards.
Mrs. Blumfeldt was playing with her pussy! He strained to see more, and his cock slid down his pantleg. Jeez, he was finally seeing it! A real cunt! A red, wet, thick-lipped pussy surrounded by thick, dark curls. He'd never seen anything so exciting.
As the horny older woman rubbed her cunt, her huge tits jumped and quivered in their brief cups. The vast amount of tit-flesh trembling above the black material of her bra fascinated the boy almost as much as her exposed cunt. But his eyes kept returning to her hairy cunt and the red pussylips that she was stirring so enthusiastically.
Until now, Bob hadn't really believed that women played with themselves as vigorously and excitedly as boys did. Wow! He couldn't help wondering if his mother rubbed her cunt like that, too. The thought made his cock lurch in his pants. He remembered how much hairier his mother's cunt had looked when he'd pecked under the table, and he tried to imagine her like this, playing with her bare pussy while he watched.
"Oh, Jeez!" he muttered, watching wide eyed as Mrs. Blumfeldt shoved two fingers into her pussy. She threw her head back and groaned, and Bob saw the pudgy pink folds surrounding her knuckles turn a deeper shade of pink. Her ass was jogging up and down as her fingers worked like pistons.
In his excitement Bob pressed too close to the keyhole and the door swung open with a loud squeaking of old hinges. Horrified, the boy grabbed for the doorknob, but it was too late.
"Bob!" Martha screamed, jumping up and pulling her fingers out of her slippery cunt. They were gripping with shiny juice. Her panties snapped back into place and became even more transparent as they soaked up her pussyjuice.
"I-I…" Bob stammered, his face growing pale as the blood drained from it.
"So," Martha cried angrily. "So! You like to peek into bathrooms, do you? Wait till your mother hears, about this!"
"Don't tell her!" Bob pleaded. Tears formed in his eyes. "Please! She'll kill me! Please, I won't do it again!"
"Well – no! You've got to be punished! You've been a very bad boy!"
Martha broke off and a disbelieving expression replaced her anger. The boy's prick was still at least half-hard despite his fear, and it was halfway down his thigh, down his tight pantleg! And it was so huge.
Martha's lust, already near the boiling point when Bob had so suddenly interrupted her fantasy, came to life again.
"You've got to be punished, but… I suppose I don't have to tell Ann this time. But you've got to be punished. How do you think I felt when you stumbled in like that? You embarrassed me terribly, Bob. Now, what kind of punishment do you think you deserve?"
"Uhhh, I-I don't know," the boy said weakly.
Terrified as he was he couldn't help staring at Mrs. Blumfeldt's body. Her creamy tits shook as she moved her arms for emphasis, plump, milky thighs, crossed by garter straps leading to her black stockings, framed her nearly transparent panty crotch. Bob knew what that tiny bit of black nylon was concealing so poorly, and he'd never forget, no matter how severe the punishment.
"Since you embarrassed me by watching something very personal, very private, it's only fair for me to embarrass you in the same way," Mrs. Blumfeldt said sternly. "I'm going to make you take down your pants and play with yourself in front of me, Bob. And I'm going to watch while you do it!"
Jerk off in front of her! Bob's eyes grew big. He couldn't do that! "But-but I…"
"It's either that, or I tell your mother what a dirty little boy you are, and let her punish you!" Martha threatened. "Now, follow me. I want to have a comfortable seat while you put on your nasty little show."
The older woman purposely left her robe off, knowing that as she walked down the hall she was giving him an exciting view of her full, fleshy asscheeks. The round, white cheeks of her ass rolled with her swinging hips. Her black bikini panties concealed nothing but her cunt, and now that they were soaked with juice, they hardly concealed them. But the black band of her bra across the naked, creamy skin of her back made a startling and exciting contrast to the boy.
But, although he stared at the luscious view, his fear and distress at being caught had combined with nervousness about his punishment. The effect was a limp cock. Not that he cared. He couldn't imagine jerking off in front of someone!
Martha led the boy to her room and sat on the edge of the bed.
"Stand in front of me!" she ordered, parting her knees to give him room. "Now, drop your pants."
She was dying to see his giant cock, but Bob just stood there, trembling. His eyes were wide and frightened.
"Do you want me to do it for you?" she asked, reaching for his belt buckle.
When he didn't answer, Martha reached out with shaky fingers and unbuckled and unzipped his pants. She tugged on them until they fell around his ankles. By now, her pussy was so wet that her saturated panties couldn't absorb any more of the scented fluid, and the sight of his shorts bulging with his flaccid cock and balls didn't help. Her big tits heaved with excited anticipation, for she could see Bob's dusky, wet-tipped cock-knob poking from the leg band of his shorts. The faint scent of his masculinity, the musky scent of his balls wafted to her dilating nostrils, and her mouth watered. She licked her full lips.
"Now," she said, somewhat huskily, "I'm not going to take down your shorts for you, Bob. Exposing yourself is part of your punishment. I'm going to count to tint, and if you haven't pushed your shorts down by the time I reach three, I'm going to tell Ann everything!"
The boy's face was no longer white, but a deep pink, and his lips trembled as she began counting. "Two" reached his ears like the sound of doom, and "three" was a death knell muffled by the roar of his own blood in his ears.
"I-I'll do it!" he said quickly, then slid his thumbs slowly into the waistband of his shorts.
He pushed them down slowly, but seemed to gain courage as he did so. As his thick cockroot and dark hair appeared, he suddenly yanked them down to his knees.
Martha sucked in air. Bob's was the biggest cock, even half-hard, that she'd ever seen. His prick was long and thick, and curved limply over his big, round, nearly hairless balls. The widely flaring mushroom-like knob was a dark pink, and it was smeared with precum. A fresh drop appeared as she stared, sliding down, forming a long, silvery string before it bit his shorts. Martha looked up and saw a strained expression on his flushed face. He was still frightened, but she intended to turn that fear into uncontrollable lust.
"Now take it in your hand and show me how you play with it," she said.
But Bob was too frightened and embarrassed to do more than stand there, staring down at the milky tops of her soft-looking tits. Martha sighed with feigned exasperation. Much as she enjoyed looking a this hefty cock, she wanted to see it stiff and hard.
"Here," she said. "I'll have to get you started, I suppose."
And she took his hands in hers and placed them around his cock. She pressed against the backs of his hands, making him squeeze his cock between his sweaty palms.
"Now grab that cock and start jerking off!" she ordered loudly, startling him.
Bob's fingers curled around his hanging prick and, frightened as he was, the heat of his cock against his palm and the eyes of the older woman on his naked prick made it start to tingle and swell. He dropped his left hand and let it hang as he increased the tempo of his strokes.
"Grab your balls, Bob," Martha said as she saw his huge cock lengthen and thicken.
Some clear, sparkling pre-cum flew off his cockhead and splattered on the tops of her tits.
"Ohhhhhhh!" Martha moaned, looking down at her heaving tits.
Bob gasped.
"Ohhh, look what you've done!" she exclaimed, watching the boy's pre-cum made slow trails across the surface of her tits.
Bob pumped his prick for at least five minutes while the older woman watched. Although his cock lengthened and thickened, it never did become as stiff and as hard as she wanted it. Martha was dying of frustration. She wanted to see that big cock standing out stiff and hard in front of Bob's belly. She knew that it was his nervousness and embarrassment outweighing his horniness that kept him from getting a real hard-on.
"Listen, Bob," she said, "I don't have all day. Do you want me to help you get a hard-on? I guess since you've already seen me playing with myself, it won't matter too much if I take out my tits, will it?"
Bob's eyes bulged as his landlady tugged down her flimsy half-bra and popped out her enormous tits. They jiggled and flopped ponderously before him, finally settling down to slowly sway back and forth. Her big, hard nipples were fiercely extended, poking boldly out from her pale pink, goose-pimpled areolas.
"Oh, wow!" Bob breathed reverently. He'd never seen such gigantic tits, not even in dirty magazines.
"Will you promise to get hard if I let you touch them?" Martha asked, lifting one massive tit upward toward his face. Her fingers sank deep into the soft, white flesh.
Bob licked his lips, hardly daring to believe that this beautiful, big-tittied older woman was really offering to let him stay with see gorgeous tits. He reached out with both hands, eager to squeeze and knead Mrs. Blumfeldt's big naked tits.
"Uh-uh," she warned, leaning away from him. "Keep one hand on your cock, Bob. You've got to get hard and shoot before your mother comes back."
Bob quickly resumed playing with his prick with his right hand while his left, hesitantly and slowly, touched the older woman's heaving tits. He brushed his palm across both big tits, making them jiggle sexily, and then he grew bolder and grabbed the end of one. Her stiff, hot nipple scraped across the sensitive skin of his sweaty palm as his fingers dug into her spongy tit-flesh, and he heard her moan. The feel of her soft tit and the sound of her enjoyment stiffened his cock immediately.
"Oh, Bob!" she groaned, staring at the giant cock in the boy's fist. His prick was beautiful, and she wanted to jerk it for him, to smother it with kisses and then suck it into her mouth and taste his cum.
Bob increased the speed of his pumping fist as he squeezed Mrs. Blumfeldt's fat tit. The heat and softness, of her naked tit-flesh was driving him out of his mind, and he knew he'd be blasting his cum all over her tits in a matter of seconds.
When more clear pre-cum was knocked off his knob and splashed on her wobbling tits, she lifted the one he wasn't feeling and stuck out her tongue. She licked up the little drop of cum as he stared in disbelief at the lewd sight. His hips began to hunch along with the pumping of his fist as he felt his balls begin to tighten.
"Are you cumming?" Mrs. Blumfeldt asked anxiously when she saw him tense.
"Y-yes!" Bob groaned loudly, squeezing his straining cock tight in his sliding fist. His cockhead was swollen, dark with trapped blood, and Martha licked her lips hungrily. The nipple of the tit he was squeezing felt like it was ready to burst it was so swollen and tight. She knew her tit was digging into his palm, and she realized with a pang how many years it had been since she'd been touched with such youthful eagerness.
"Agh! It's squirting!" Bob cried, spewing out his hot, thick jism into Mrs. Blumfeldt's face.
"Mmmph! Blub-b-b!" the woman choked as the enormous amount of sticky cum took her by surprise. But then she recovered and quickly swallowed the next torrent of creamy white cum. The freshness of that boyish jism thrilled her as she felt it slide down her throat.
"Ahhhh! Ahhh! Uhhh!" Bob grunted as his throbbing prick continued to pump the contents of his balls into her wide-open mouth.
He couldn't believe it. He'd never expected Mrs. Blumfeldt to eat his cum. The sight was so dirty, so exciting, that he came as he never had before, and soon his hot cum was running from the corners of her overflowing mouth and running down her chin.
"Jeez," he whispered at the sight of his cum hanging from the older woman's chin and falling onto her massive, shaking tits. Thick strings rolled off her wobbling tits.
Martha shivered happily as the hot cum raised goose-pimples on her tits. The boy's fat prick was still drooling thick globs of jism, and she leaned forward and hung her tongue out to catch them. In a matter of minutes Bob's cock showed not a trace of cum.
"There," she said, smiling. "That feels better, doesn't it?" Bob nodded. "And you won't peek at me any more, will you?"
"Uh, no," he said, looking down at her soft tit still held by his left hand. "But, uh, do you mean…"
"Don't be silly, Bob," she said gently. She wrapped her arms around his lean ass and pulled him tightly against her. His hanging cock nestled in the warmth between her huge tits. "No woman who's seen your cock and tasted your cum could stop after one look and one taste. We're going to do this as often as possible, but don't do anything to make Ann suspicious."