Chapter 1
Jane Martucci was a forty-three-year-old widow who lived alone except for her son and two cats. And she hated every fuck-less night of it. Because it was expected of her, she dressed plainly and wore her hair in a bun like someone's immigrant grandmother. But she didn't feel old and, beneath what amounted to a disguise, she didn't look old.
Checking herself in the bathroom mirror after an early lunch, Jane assured herself again that there was hardly a thread of gray in her hair. And her body was as firm and voluptuous as any Hollywood sex symbol's. But because of her humility and age, it was generally overlooked that she was really quite attractive. Thus, for the past eleven years nothing had parted the thick, hairy lips of her hungry pussy but her fingers and an occasional vegetable.
She was about to fetch a fresh cucumber from the kitchen when she noticed Davy, a young boy who played with her son, petting one of her cats in the field back of her house. Then she saw him lift its tail. Jeez, she thought wryly, the poor kid's so hard up he's checking Fluffy's cunt. Jane was already horny, and the sight of the boy's lean ass, jeans stretched tight over it, gave her a kinky idea that would make her masturbation more enjoyable. Thank God, Dale was out playing somewhere else!
She'd give the kid an eyeful, something he'd remember for the rest of his life. She wasn't worried that she'd get in trouble. It wasn't likely Davy would tell anyone he'd been peeking, and there were no houses within view of her back yard.
Quickly stripping to her bra and panties, the hot-cunted widow opened her window and turned her back. The curtains were parted and, if the noise had attracted his attention, he'd have a nice view of her plump thighs and firm, heart-shaped ass.
Davy glanced up and the cat strolled away unnoticed. The boy's eyes went wide as he crouched down with his mouth open, drinking in the unbelievably exciting sight of Mrs. Martucci's meaty ass-cheeks quivering and wobbling under her stretched panties. She bent down as if to pick something up, and Davy choked back a cry of delight. Her panties were so thin he could see the shadow of her thick, dark pussy hair!
His fingers itched to know the feel of a real cunt, and his eyes strained to see more than just the shadow. He felt his cock lengthening and hardening, and looked about. Maybe he could jerk off here while looking at Mrs. Martucci.
Jane shivered with a lust she hadn't felt in years. Her cheeks were hot and her mouth was dry, but she was determined to continue. She wished she could turn to see what Davy was doing, but knew it was too soon. He was too young. He'd just be terribly embarrassed and frightened off.
"C'mon, little boy," she whispered. "Come closer. Get a good look at a real pair of tits!"
Davy was still squatting, but when the half-naked older woman turned and unhooked her bra, he almost fell over. He'd never seen such big tits, not even in the dirty magazines his friends had! Mrs. Martucci's mammoth tits fell free, jiggling liquidly on her chest.
"Oh, cripes!" Davy breathed, entranced by the gorgeous sight. They were snow-white and heavy and pear-shaped, and her huge nipples, dark and slightly off-center, pointed a bit downward.
Jane stretched, pretending to yawn, and Davy watched her bare, heaving tits lift and slowly sway from side to side. Then she turned again, hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her thin panties and slowly peeled them from the wide, smooth cheeks of her ass. Thinking of how much she was showing the boy was really turning her on.
Jane rubbed her bare ass vigorously with both hands, as if glad to be rid of the tight panties, and Davy gulped and pulled out his hard prick. He stroked his hot prick almost automatically while he watched the widow's soft flesh moving so sexily. It gradually turned a light pink from the friction, and he wished it were his hands heating it up.
Jane spread her feet a little more than shoulder-width apart, then bent again and again, touching alternate toes as if exercising. Her knees felt weak from nervous excitement, but her cunt was so hot she knew she wasn't going to be able to stop with just exhibitionism.
Davy froze as if mesmerized when Mrs. Martucci bent again. Only this time her beautiful butt was bare. The twin ovals of her wide ass parted, exposing both of her forbidden holes. For the first time in his life Davy saw a real, live cunt-a red, juicy-looking gash surrounded by a dense mass of tight black curls. And above that gaping, mouth-watering gorge, he saw her pouting ass-hole, a bright pink ring of raised membrane nestling deep in the valley between her taut white ass-cheeks.
Davy suddenly realized that Mrs. Martucci, although a few years older, was built very much like his mother. Not that he'd ever been so lucky as to catch a glimpse of his mother's naked body, but she wasn't a teacher, and she could wear flashier clothes. Davy had often checked out her figure.
As was usual with all young boys, Davy had, until viewing Mrs. Martucci's huge tits and firm ass, considered both the widow and his mother too old. But now he saw how wrong he'd been, and he began to dream of his mother as his eyes bored into Mrs. Martucci's hanging cunt lips.
Jane couldn't wait a moment longer. Ducking out of sight, she grabbed a robe and hurried to the back door. Holding the loose material at the belt line, she managed to expose most of her swinging, bobbing tits as she walked.
Davy jumped when the door suddenly opened and Mrs. Martucci caught him jerking off in front of her window. His fat cock was drooling over his fist and he made a frenzied effort to hide it, then to stuff it inside his jeans. But by the time he'd steadied his hands enough, she was standing in front of him.
Davy turned pale, hung his head, and stared at her bare feet. His hands were cupped in front of his now-limp prick, trying to hide its plump length from view.
"Hi," Jane said, her voice low and sexy.
Davy didn't reply at first, so Jane just stood there, looking down at him. Finally, the silence became unendurable and the boy first fidgeted, then lifted his eyes. They rose no higher than the trembling white mountains of her hanging tits, which were three-quarters w visible.
"Uh, h-hi," Davy stammered, not daring to look up at her face.
"Don't be nervous," Jane said kindly. "I don't mind a handsome boy like you looking at me. In fact, I'm flattered. I'd been feeling sorry for myself because I'm so unattractive and no one-likes me, and then you come along and make me feel good about myself again."
Davy's initial terror dissolved, but he was still greatly embarrassed to have his limp prick dangling from his open fly. Even if Mrs. Martucci couldn't see it, she had to know what he'd been doing.
"Y-you're not mad?" he asked disbelievingly. Then his eyes darted downward as the robe parted momentarily and he caught a flash of pussy.
"Not a bit," Jane laughed. "Unless you didn't like what you saw."
"Oh, no! It was great!" he quickly protested, then blushed.
Jane smiled. "Thanks. What I saw wasn't bad, either. That was a nice, hard cock you were playing with a few minutes ago."
Davy was shocked and speechless. He'd never heard a grown woman talking like that, and as if she didn't mind, as if she'd liked seeing him masturbate! She had to repeat herself twice before he realized she was telling him to follow her into the house.
He watched her ass-cheeks moving under the thin robe as she preceded him. He even forgot to put his cock away. Jane led him into the living room and told him to sit on the sofa, then stood before him and dropped her robe.
"Oh, jeez!" Davy whispered.
"Isn't this better than peeking from outside?" Jane asked, arching her back and giving the wide-eyed boy a good view of her hairy, gaping cunt. Her dark curls glistened with pussy juice, and her puffy cunt lips protruded with vivid redness, just like a hungry, toothless mouth begging to be stuffed with food.
"Uhhhh..." Davy groaned. She was standing so near he could not only smell the wondrous musk of her aroused cunt, but could feel its warmth bathing his face. And his cock was hard again, pushing away his protective hands.
Jane smiled lewdly and stuck her finger between the fat, dripping lips of her aching pussy. She wiggled the finger vigorously, then pulled it out all wet and shiny with her cunt juice and showed it to the slack-jawed boy.
Davy's eyes bulged and nearly crossed as she brought the finger to his nose. Slowly, she touched the tip of his nose, then slid the finger down to brush his upper lips. Teasingly, she worked her finger over his full bottom lip, then pushed the tip inside before he could protest.
"Mmmmmm!" he jerked back, then stopped himself and looked up at her. Bent over him like that, her melon-like tits were hanging heavily, the nipples hard and spiked. Davy knew about cunt-sucking, but had never considered it to be one of the top ten sexual things he wanted to do. How could putting your lips and tongue between a woman's legs be exciting?
But here Mrs. Martucci was, standing with her hot cunt only inches from his face and her tangy-flavored finger sliding back and forth between his lips, giving him a preview of how tasty her steamy pussy was.
His hands went up and around her hips to cup the warm fullness of her ass. He felt his fingers sink into spongy softness and groaned as he pulled her to him. Her hands settled on the top of his head, combing his hair.
"Oh, yessss," she hissed excitedly, "kiss my cunt!"
Davy was both eager and hesitant about his first cunt-lapping experience. The hot, spicy aroma made his mouth water, but it was difficult for the boy to overcome years of inhibitions. Finally, he felt the soft, slippery pussylips pressing warmly against his cheeks, and his nose and lips were drenched by all the juice in the center the that slit.
The many sensations involved with having his face in a pussy for the first time made a deep impression on his young mind. He memorized the tickling scratch of her damp curls, the heat of her belly on his forehead, the squishy, squirmy folds of flesh trapping his nose, and the continuous flow of warm, slightly salty cunt-juice trickling over his extended tongue and down his throat. He licked upward.
"Nuhh!" Jane cried as he snapped over the top of her thick stubby clit.
She pulled away. "T-that's enough for now," she said excitedly. "I don't want to come that way, not when I haven't been fucked for more than ten years!"
Davy licked his lips as she climbed over his lap, a knee on each side of his hips, and lowered her ass to the throbbing head of his adolescent cock. Jane reached down and took his thumping cock in a tight grip, then shifted her ass until his blood-filled, leaking knob plugged the running hole at the base of her pink pussy.
"Ahhhhh," she sighed, impaling herself upon his thick prick and squatting all the way down to force all of it into her narrow, gripping cunt.
Davy felt his burning, aching cock enveloped by a liquid heat, and then her muscular cunt walls closed in on him, seeming to suck and nibble on his veiny cock. He arched his head and neck against the sofa and lifted his ass, driving the last fraction of an inch into Mrs. Martucci's hot, tight cunt.
The widow was riding him happily, the cheeks of her ass flapping, her enormous jelly-like tits rubbing their hard nipples against the top of each shoulder as he pressed his face between them. His cock was tingling as it had never tingled before, not in three years of beating off, so it was not surprising that he never felt her weight atop him.
Jane's clit was completely free of its surrounding flesh, grinding almost painfully against the boy's pubic hair on her downstroke. On the upstroke, it was tugged by his withdrawal so that it seemed to draw away from the top of her slit.
"Ahhhh," Jane sighed blissfully, tears forming in the corners of her eyes with the ecstasy of the moment. Until now she hadn't realized just how wonderful a real fuck could be. She'd been using her cucumbers so long that the memory of just how a warm cock felt stretching her cunt had been nearly erased. She swore never to let such a thing happen again.
Dave grabbed a fat, spongy tit in each hand as they rubbed his ears. He dug in, not too gently, and felt the warm, tender flesh give, like water-filled balloons. Then he pulled back a bit and crammed one into his mouth. He felt the huge, hard nipple hot and rough against his tongue and the roof of his mouth, and he closed his teeth back of the pink aureola.
Jane groaned as the boy flogged the tumid tip of her tit with his tongue. She felt the sensation flowing from her tormented tit down to her contracting cunt, causing it to spasm more quickly around the prick impaling it.
"Gahhhh, hunhhhh!" she groaned, then settled down and began rolling her wide hips from side to side.
Davy dropped his hands from her tits down to the slightly flattened cheeks of her ass where they rested on his thighs. He grabbed her plump ass-cheeks and dragged them apart, allowing cool air to strike her defenselessly exposed ass-hole. His fingers stroked and scratched up and down the raw furrow of her ass mercilessly, their passage eased by sweat and cunt juice. Every time a fingernail scraped over the raised edges of her pink shithole, Jane jerked and groaned, and the ring puckered.
Davy humped his hips, sliding his lathered cock in and out quickly. His plump balls were coated by her thick, foamy juices. Wildly exciting sucking, gurgling noises filled the air as he battered her spasming cunt with his jerking, expanding cock.
"Wawwwwww!" Jane cried as her orgasm struck. "Awwwmphh! Yieeeehhh!"
The widow's milking, squirming cunt did it. Davy's cum-filled, aching balls exploded, sending his jism flowing up into his straining cock. He opened his mouth wide, gasping and groaning as his prick pulsed strongly, then spewed gobs of thick, hot white cum into the depths of her quaking cunt.
"Uhhh, ugh, aghhh, mmmmm..." Davy grunted out the last few drops of his pent-up load. It was a stronger, more strength-sapping orgasm than any he'd ever had. He threw his arms around her back and buried his face in her sweaty, shivering tits.
"Oh, jeez, Mrs. Martucci!" he cried. "I love you! I love you!" His palms ran down to her ass and gave the cheeks a soft squeeze.
"Mmmmmm," Jane sighed, still coming down from her orgasm. She could feel his cum burning her belly, and she sighed again. Another tiny spasm shook her body. She felt some of his thick white jizz run out and coat his balls.
"Come on, Davy," Jane said softly, stroking hichest. "You don't love me, you just love to fuck me. And we can do that as often as you want. My legs and cunt will always be open for you whenever you visit. And next time I'll show you all about cock-sucking, sixty-nining, and fucking doggie-style. Won't that be nice, hmmmm?"
Davy kissed her tits and then her neck, and felt a tingle in his prick. Jeez, he could hardly wait to see Robbie and his other friends. But who'd ever believe him?