Chapter 2
Sally had just kissed Brad goodbye at the door with a "see you next week," and started on the breakfast dishes, when the phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Guess who?"
"I give up."
"Your crazy brother! Do you mean after five years you don't even recognize my voice?"
"Reese, how are you? It's good to hear from you!"
The old familiar rumble started in the pit of her stomach when she heard her handsome brother's voice. God, she thought, has it been five years? Yes, it had. The last time she had seen Reese was at his wife's funeral. She had been injured in an auto accident and never regained consciousness.
"Listen, the kids have forgotten they even have an Aunt. Summer officially starts in a couple of weeks ... why don't you plan on coming out and spending it with us?"
"Oh, Reese, thanks for asking. I'd love to ... but ... "
"But what? Don't tell me you got married again."
"God, you know better than that!"
"Then pack your bikini and come on out."
"Tell you what. I'll let you know in a week or so ... all right?"
"The answer better be yes or I'll just come back there and pack you up myself."
They exchanged small talk for a few more minutes and then rang off. Sally finished the dishes with thoughts of that summer night so long ago when she and Reese had been two crazy kids together.
Thoughts of that night started to run deeper, to the point where Sally started reliving it, for the hundredth time. Then the phone rang again.
"Sally, it's Louise Dale."
"Hi, Lou."
"Honey, I know it's Saturday, and your probably tired from a hard week's work, but I desperately need a favor."
"What is it?"
"Well, I have to go to a dinner tonight and I'm afraid it'll be very late before I get back. One of the other girls at the office has agreed to take care of Lucy, but Timmy's a problem."
"Timmy? But he's twelve years old, Lou, and looks even older. Can't he take care of himself?"
"Yes, he really could, but I hate to leave him alone all night."
"All night?"
"Would it be a big imposition?"
Sally thought for a moment. She had been toying with the idea of going out tonight and perhaps casting around for a younger replacement for Brad. It was Saturday night and the clubs would be filled with eager, available young men. But Louise was her best friend.
"All right, Lou. Do you want me to pick him up?"
"Oh no, honey, I'll drop him off. See you in an hour!"
"An hour ... " But it was too late. Louise had already hung up.
Sally had barely taken her bath and dressed when the doorbell announced the boy's arrival.
"Hello, Mrs. Young."
"Hi, Timmy," Sally said, letting him into the apartment and closing the door behind him.
"I'm sorry about this," the boy said. "I'm old enough to take care of myself, but ... you know mothers!"
Sally bit her lip to stifle a laugh. "I'm afraid I do, Tim. Now, since we're going to be together today, tonight, and probably most of tomorrow, why don't you call me Sally?"
"Okay. Hey, can I go swimming in the pool?"
"Sure. In fact, I'll go with you. You can dress in there. That's the spare bedroom where you'll sleep tonight."
He galloped off and Sally went into her own room. From a drawer she pulled two swimsuits; one a skimpy bikini and the other a one-piece tank suit.
She giggled. "Wonder if there will be any men by the pool!"
The tank suit was skin tight. It showed off every curve of her voluptuous body. But the bikini did the same thing, and showed off a lot more flesh. She chose the bikini and replaced the tank suit in the drawer.
She tossed the skimpy suit on the bed and removed all her clothes. Thinking she would save herself a trip later, she decided to use the bathroom before going down to the pool.
Still naked, she opened the bathroom door and stepped inside. She had totally forgotten that the bathroom connected both bedrooms, and there stood young Timmy, also naked, with his cock in his hand.
Not hearing Sally enter, he shook his cock and reached over to flush the commode. His prick was still in his hand when he saw the voluptuously naked woman standing there staring at him, her eyes wide.
Sally stood in the doorway, hardly breathing, her eyes glued to the boy's cock. Suddenly, several realizations dawned on her. Timmy was a very big boy for his age; far from a child. She had no idea that boys matured as quickly as Timmy had obviously matured. It also hit her that the boy wasn't the least bit embarrassed at seeing her naked body. In fact, it was quite the opposite. His eyes roamed freely over her heavy, jutting breasts, drinking in the splendor of her huge, dark aureoles. Then they slowly dropped across her creamy belly and came to rest on the thick mat of dark pubic hair that didn't completely cover the pink, puffy lips of her pussy.
As his eyes studied every part of her, his hand started, involuntarily, to move up and down his prick. Sally knew that she should make some sort of excuse and back out of the room, but she couldn't. She was fascinated.
She tried to lift her eyes to his adoring face, but they kept returning to his cock and balls. His prick was nearly rigid now, the dark head oozing from the foreskin in front of his pumping hand.
"Timmy ... I ... "
"Gosh, you're beautiful," he gasped, cutting her off. "I never seen a pussy with hair on it before."
Sally almost fainted. What was he saying? What was she doing? Why didn't she get out of there?
Because she liked watching him pump his prick like that. That's why she stayed. She found herself wanting to reach out and do it for him.
His hand continued to flash up and down the rigid shaft, giving the older woman full view of his glistening prick. She watched, fascinated, as the boy pumped his cock into a bigger and thicker erection. The foreskin slid gradually back to reveal the bright red meat of his cockhead.
"Oh, Jesus," Sally moaned, feeling saliva gather in her mouth. The more she looked at his cock the more her pussy tingled. She could barely resist moving her hand down between her thighs and finger-fucking herself.
Then she gasped and blushed at the same time. Her pussy was dripping juice. She could feel the sticky fluid on her inner thighs.
It hit her like a rifle shot; she was getting turned on by the sight of a twelve year old boy playing with himself. It was depraved, Sally told herself. I'm depraved. And yet it's happening and I can't stop it!
She was imagining her own hand curled around that cock, her head being lowered until his throbbing meat severed her lips and slid easily into her throat. Her breath was coming in great gasps and she felt the lips of her pussy swell with hot desire.
Sally's naked body was having the same effect on the boy as his cock was having on her. He had fucked young girls before, but he had never seen anything to compare with Sally. She was an incredibly beautiful, voluptuous woman, with great, heavy tits and a big, beautiful pussy. He wanted to touch and suck her tits. He wanted to run his cock up and down in that dark forest of pubic fur.
God, he wanted her. He wanted to fuck her. And something in the way she stared at his cock told him that maybe she wanted to fuck him, too.
He started moving closer to her. She didn't move. She just stared at him as if she were afraid of him.
God, he thought, those tits. They were like huge, creamy pillows. He longed to touch them, suck them, play with them. He could almost feel and taste the tips of those long, dark nipples in his mouth.
What was he doing? Sally thought.
Then she knew.
Before she could stop him, he had lifted his hands and pulled her arms away from her breasts. She could almost see drool coming from the corners of the boy's lips as her heavy, swaying tits bounced forward toward his waiting lips.
He reached out and cupped one big melon in each hand. He squeezed them and used his thumbs to explore the soft, darker skin around the nipples.
"God," he gasped, as he felt the nipples grow even stiffer under his touch.
“Timmy ... no ... stop," Sally gasped, but couldn't make her body move away from his touch. "Please, this isn't right."
"I ... I can't help it," the boy gulped. "You're so beautiful ... and I'm so hot!"
He grasped the warm flesh of her big tits more firmly now. Sally closed her eyes as he massaged the huge globes. Her brain said no, but her body was going wild from his touch.
"Oh ... ohhhh," the boy breathed. "My cock hurts, Mrs. Young ... it hurts real bad."
"Stop, Timmy ... please, stop!"
But instead of stopping, he released her tits and ran his hands down over the perspiring flesh of her belly. He combed his fingers through the thick fleece of her cunt hair and kept going until two fingers had parted the top of her oozing slit.
Sally squealed when his finger touched her clit. "No, Timmy ... oh God, not there!"
Her words told the youth that he had struck gold. He touched the little nub of hot flesh and brought another cry from her lips. Suddenly he felt hot pussy juice pooling around his probing finger. There was no doubt in his mind now that she liked what he was doing.
He slid his exploring finger farther between her soft thighs and found hair-fringed, slick lips, plump and hot and wet. It wasn't hard for him to find her hole. It was big and prominent. His finger slid easily into the slick valley, up into the tight, hot hole.
Again, Sally moaned like an animal. His finger felt so good to her. He began to inch farther into her cunt. A flood of pussy juice poured out to soak the palm of his hand. She staggered back against the wall, trembling too much to trust her legs. He moved along with her, keeping his finger lodged in her steamy pussy. He came to rest with his face pressed against her great, firm tits. On impulse, he stuck out his tongue and began to lick and tease her erect pink nipples.
She had to stop him. She knew if she let it go any further, she would let the boy fuck her. And that couldn't be. She couldn't live with herself if she seduced her best friend's twelve year old son.
But what could she do?
"Timmy ... TIM!"
"Yeah?" he gasped, working his fingers in and out of her cunt while he fisted his cock with the other.
"We've got to stop this!"
"I ... I just can't! My prick hurts too much. Let me put it in your pussy. Please, let me fuck you!"
"NO!" Sally cried, and then lowered her voice to plead with him. "Listen, I'll make a deal with you if you promise never to tell anyone."
"I promise ... I really do! I just want my cock to go off!"
"It will," Sally said, grabbing him by the hand and pulling him into her bedroom.
"What are we gonna do?"
"I'll show you. Now, you sit here at the foot of the bed and stretch your legs out ... that's it, just rest your back against the footboard."
When she had him positioned, Sally crawled up onto the bed and sat facing him, with her thighs over his, so that her cunt was less than six inches away from his cock. Then she lay back and used her hands to spread the lips of her pussy wide open. She knew that he could look right up her cunt now and see the gooey pink meat inside.
"Now," she gasped, "go ahead and play with yourself until you shoot."
"No."
"What?"
"I got a better idea. You bring yourself off and I'll beat my meat. That way we can watch each other come."
Just the idea of it aroused Sally to wild heights of passion. The boy's innocence, combined with the beauty of his youthful cock, made her readily agree.
"All right," she gasped. "We'll do it that way."
"Start with your tits," he said, gripping his cock and slowly starting the movement of masturbation.
Sally cupped the bottoms of her heavy globes and squeezed them into conical peaks. She rolled them around and around on her chest, rubbing her thumbs across the nipples and tickling them with her nails until they were hard and erect.
Timmy kept running his hand up and down his cock as his eyes darted from the magnificent shape of her tits to the pink, flowing gash of her pussy. "Does it feel good?" he asked.
"Yes," she whispered, her eyes looking at him stroking his dick. "Yes, baby, it feels good to play with my tits."
"Spread your legs wider so I can see more of the inside of your pussy."
Sally spread her legs wide apart. The lips of her cunt opened wide and she watched the boy's reaction. His mouth opened slightly and his tongue flicked across his lips.
"Play with it, Sally. Play with your pussy," he instructed, his voice squeaky.
She put her hand between her thighs and stroked the thick growth of cunt hair. Her fingers outlined the lips and stroked up and down the length of the clit. Clear, sticky juice began to ooze from the hole, and she massaged it all over the lips with her fingers. She stuck her finger in and stirred round and round, making a squishy sound. She heard Timmy sigh and settle back against the footboard. She let her finger play on her clit and massage it until it was hard and throbbing. She moaned softly and wiggled under the motions of her finger.
"Tell me how it feels," Timmy moaned.
"Ummm, it feels good," she sighed. "It's getting all hot and sticky ... and ... now I'm adding ... another ... finger ... mmmmmm!"
She pushed the two fingers rapidly in and out of her dripping cunt. He watched the gaping hole close and squeeze around her fingers. "Ohhhh, Timmy, I ... I'm about ready to come," she cried. "It's getting better and better. So hot, ohhhh, so hot!"
She thought of Brad and wished he were there, pushing his hard cock in and out of her cunt until she exploded. She pushed her fingers faster in circular motions and in and out. Juice dripped until her pubic hair was wet and it ran down her thighs. The slurpy sounds of her finger-fucking and the boy's heavy panting filled the room.
"OHHHH, TIMMY ... I'M COMINGGGGG!" she suddenly shrieked.
The boy leaned forward, his eyes intent on her pussy. His hand became a blur on his cock as he watched her cunt swallow her hand time and time again. "Wow," he gasped as he saw her body writhe in volcanic fits of self-induced passion.
"God, it's good, huh? ... it must be really good!" he panted.
Sally lay back on the bed and drew her legs up and stroked faster, her head thrashing from side to side.
"Aaaaah, aaahhhh! Yes, it's sooo good!" Her hips bounced, pushing her cunt up to meet the thrusts of her fingers. Her orgasm broke, making her body shudder with pleasure. She moaned and writhed wildly as she carne, her fingers probing arid pushing in the slick hole.
Slowly, slowly, her climax ended and she lay still, panting and sighing.
"Did you come, too, Timmy?" she finally breathed, knowing full well he had. Clear fluid was all over her belly and thighs as well as soaking his hand where it still continued to pound up and down on his cock.
"I ... I shot once," the boy cried, "but it's still hard ... it still hurts!"
Sally was amazed. The boy had gushed and gushed his youthful sperm and yet his cock looked harder than ever. Her mind darted back to the previous night's thoughts when she had been sucking Brad, trying to get him hard enough to enter her after he had come. She had told herself then, "What I need is a good, hard youthful cock that can fuck me good and come, and come, and fuck some more!"
But no, she thought, not this boy.
She reached out and replaced his hand on the rigid young prick with her own. "Here, baby, let me do it for you."
"No," he squeaked. "I don't want to shoot like that again!"
"I can make you come this way, honey."
"No, I want to put it in your pussy!"
"I told you, Timmy ... we can't."
"I wanna fuck your pussy."
"NO!"
"Let me," he cried. "Let me, or I'll tell what we've already done."