“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.

“Janelle,” Dr. Scott said, rolling his chair closer to the red headed lady to the left of the couch. “Just tell me, in your own words, what do you think the problem is?”

“It’s too embarrassing,” the pretty lady said and began to sob again into her handkerchief.

“See doc?” Kurt, her husband said, from the right of the low cloth cushions. “This is what I have been getting for a month; the crying, the embarrassment. But she won’t tell me what’s wrong.”

“Okay, okay” the pretty lady between them said wiping her eyes.

“But you’re not gonna like it,” she said turning to her husband.

“It’s better out than in, Janelle,” the doctor offered.

Kurt’s wife sniffed, sighed then turning to her husband she said: ”We’ve been married eight years, and in all that time I’ve never had an orgasm with you.”

Kurt slumped back as if his wife had struck him. “Jan, I…I mean, how did you…you always seemed to…”

“I am a good actress,” she chuckled. “And now, well all my acting has doomed us…me really. You get what you want; I get nothing. For almost a whole decade of my life!”

Janelle began to weep again.

Dr. Scott stood and said: “Everyone just take a deep breath and relax, let’s see if we can’t work through this thing…together.”

“Janelle” the tall man said walking to his window with his hands clasped behind his back. “If you could have Kurt do one thing, only one, something that you have thought about, that might give you pleasure, what would it be?”

“It’s too late,” she blubbered still looking down into her rather meaty chest.

“It is never too late, tell me, one thing you’ve wanted him to do to you.”

“Janelle,” Kurt said turning to her fully. “I care, tell me, tell me.”

“Tell us Janelle,” the doctor added turning to them both.

“It would be nice, if…if…if just once he performed oral sex on me?”

“I assume Kurt never does that?” the doctor asked the lady.

“I do I do,” Kurt protested.

“Evidently not enough,” the doctor said. “Really Kurt, a man your age should know many woman desire oral sex more than anything else from their partner.”

“I can count the times he’s gone down on me on one hand,” Janelle said. “And even then it was so quick, just enough so he gets hard.”

“Well Kurt?” the doctor asked.

“Ok, I will tonight, I promise.”

“Oh no young man, the time is now,” Doctor Scott said and walked over to Kurt and clasped him on the shoulder.

“Janelle strip please, Kurt on your knees, facing her.”

As Doctor Scott expected, Kurt hesitated, fumbling, huffing, opening and closing his mouth like a trout gulping for air.

Janelle was naked in a minute, writhing and shucking to reveal her lean, long and tan body to the men. Doctor Scott thought Kurt a fool, Janelle was a perfect compliment to all the other pieces of art in his office.

“Kurt?” the doctor promoted as Janelle spread her taut legs sat back once again and Kurt scooted forward.

“Oh, my,” Janelle moaned. “Oh my my my!”

Kurt leaned all the way forward on his knees and placed his open mouth on the spread hot pussy staring him in the face.

“Oh my my my!” his wife screamed.

Doctor Scott walked behind his desk to watch the man’s head waggle side to side as he ate his wife’s pussy better than he ever had.

“Oh, fuck yes,” Janelle called after another minute.

“Eat my pussy, you fuck,” she said after a minute and half.

Doctor Scott rolled up to the front of his desk to hide his erection.

Janelle really did have the most magnificent long legs, which she now had wrapped round her Kurt’s head.

“Lick my cunt, lick my cunt!”

Kurt even stopped momentarily on that exclamation, and Doctor Scott pushed the heel of his palm down against the tenting front of his chinos.

“Lick…my…cunt!” Janelle yelled, sat straight up and Kurt pressed his hands down on her bucking upper thighs while diving in to her spread pussy even deeper.

“Ku…Kur…Kurt!” Janelle wailed and shuttered, her nipples popped and she threw her fiery mane back.

Kurt held onto his wife as the woman came multiple times; four if Doctor Scott’s expert opinion could be trusted.

Ten minutes later, as Kurt lay licking his lips still and Janelle cuddled next to him on the couch, the lady turned to her husband, and out of earshot of Doctor Scott who was at his desk scribbling into his notebook, said:

“Kurt, what’s wrong baby, you look unhappy?”

“I’m just sorry for all of the wasted years,” he said with a shake of his head. “How am I ever going to make it up to you?”

Janelle looked over at Dr. Scott and said: “Doc, pencil us in for same time next week, ok?”