“Rat-a-tat-tat, rat-a-tat-tat!” Without waiting for an answer, Tommy popped open the screen door and marched into the kitchen.
“Jimmy around?”
“I’m sorry, Tom, but Jimmy and his dad went shopping for a new bike,” replied Marion Overton.
“He should be home in an hour or so if you care to wait.”
The eighteen year old stood in the middle of the kitchen, thought a second, then answered back: “Yeah, ok. Is it okay if I watch television in the basement?”
“Sure,” Jimmy’s thin pretty mom replied, “go down, I’ll tell Jimmy you’re here as soon as he gets back.”
Tommy slipped quietly down the stairs, picked up the remote and flicked on the set. In seconds he tuned to the porn Pay-Preview station he knew Jimmy’s dad always ordered and he and his friend had spied on more than one occasion. He sat on the low futon and slowly began working his hardening cock out of his fly while watching two women on the screen suck each other’s massive tits.
Tommy was so into the scene he didn’t hear Marion Overton descending the stairs.
When she came around the corner into the family room, the green-eyed mom of two was not only stunned to see the movie on the T.V., but flabbergasted catching Tommy working his purpling stump-of-a cock! She had simply wanted to inform her son’s best friend that her husband had just called to say he’d most likely be back in twenty minutes.
And damn if she’d admit it, Marion became instantly wet at the sight of such a nice thick young erection.
Tommy was obnoxious, a little too lean for her liking and way too verbose but he did have a great cock Marion saw. Not as big as her husband’s eight inches, Tommy was still thick and at least seven. Leaning against the basement panelingMarion slipped her hand up under her dress and inside her panties, quickly finding her erect clit.
Her fingers pushing a strong contact, the forty year-old lady made an audible sigh that Tommy heard.
“Mrs. O!” the boy screamed, sitting up and putting his cock back in his pants in one fell swoop.
Tommy fumbled with the remote but couldn’t turn the T.V. off fast enough as Mrs. O. walked into the room in front of it.
“No no, don’t put it away,” the lady said staring down at the still heavy bulge in his pants. “Let me see it and I’ll show you my pussy.”
Tommy watched in wide-eyed wonder as his best friend’s mom lifted her dress. Moving ever so slowly the lady reached over and pulled her cotton pink panty front to one side exposing her dark hairy pussy.
“Pull it back out,” the lady standing over Tommy ordered, “I want to see you jerk off.”
What the hell, Tommy thought, spread his fly and took his cock out again.
“If I let you come will you do me a favor first?” Mrs. O asked tickling her index finger around her natch of dark hair. She stared down at Tommy as he manipulated his cock ever bigger.
“Sure, Mrs. O,” Tommy said. “But you’re gonna let me come right?”
“I want you to come, I want to you to come hard long and bucketfuls,” the lady said and took a step to him. “I’ll even drink-up every drop, I promise.”
“Oh God,” Tommy said working his cock out of his pants as far as he could pull it.
“My pussy really needs to be licked,” Jimmy’s mom said. “Do you think you could do that for me?”
“Sure,” Tommy agreed, sitting up. “I love eating pussy.”
Mrs. Oberon stepped up to the low futon and put one foot up on the right arm, causing the lips of her wet pussy to spread under her panties as she held them even further aside. Smelling her fantastic rindy scent, Tommy lean forward, took his hands from his cock and put them up and around his best friend’s mom’s great ass. Pulling the moaning lady to him, Tommy smashed his face deep into the lady’s coarse hair, found her engorged silky lips with his own, opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out to the little clit he found.
Just then the sound of opening doors and walking feet crossed over their heads!
“MY fucking husband always overestimates driving time,” Mrs. Overton said, standing up off the boy, smoothing her skirt.
Tommy jumped up to, pushed his throbbing suffering cock back in his pants. He ran to the opposite side of the low room, then realizing how silly that was, ran back and bumped heads with Mrs. Overton, who laughed with him. Just as Jimmy began his descent down the basement stairs Marion walked into the laundry room and Tommy sat on the couch again.
“Hey dude,” Jimmy said seeing his friend. “What’s up?”
“He’s waiting on you,” his mom said coming from the tiny backroom holding a basket of folded laundry in her arms.
“I’ll get some ice tea together,” the flush-faced lady said, turning to the stairs.
“Tom, we’ll talk about those colleges later,” she added. “I’ve been out of the teaching game a while, but I might have a few insights.”
Clearing his throat and catching on, Tommy said: “Oh yeah, yeah thanks Mrs. O.”
“There’s always so much to do, do, do,” the lady sang as she took the creaky steps and her son joined his friend on the couch.