Chapter 4
When Pat woke up the next morning, her room seemed as dark as though it were early evening. She heard the distant rumble of thunder and then the patter of raindrops on the roof. While she lay there, still half asleep, the skies opened and the rain came down like someone had tipped over a bathtub. She snuggled deeper under the covers and drowsily wondered what to do with herself on a day like this. No car. No husband. She had heard Ray get up earlier and fumble around, packing his suitcases. They had not had much to say to each other. He promised to be home in two days. He had been very quiet.
She puttered around in the kitchen in her robe, making coffee and watching the rain dance on the surface of the pool. Her pussy began to itch, from her thoughts about the party they'd had last night. Pat's hand slipped under her robe to cup her warm pussy. When the doorbell rang, she swung the front door open with her free hand, still absently rubbing her soft cunt.
"Collecting for The Telegram," the newsboy piped up. He stood looking at her, shivering, soaking wet from the unexpected thundershower. Pat blushed, and jerked her hand away from her pussy.
"Bobby! For Heaven's sake, you look like a poor little drowned rat. Come in a minute and get dry."
He squished into the living room and stood uncertainly, dripping on the rug. His eyes were glued to the open dressing gown that revealed the deep valley between Pat's full breasts.
"I ... I didn't 'spect it to rain. Got no raincoat anyway," he mumbled.
"Bobby, you're going to catch pneumonia, running around in those wet clothes," Pat told him. "Let me get you a big towel, and we'll put your things in the clothes dryer. Come on, now. You can undress in the bathroom. And I'll make some fresh coffee. We have to get you warmed up."
She pushed him toward the bath, and padded back to the kitchen to put the coffee water on. She wonderd if her maternal instincts were working, or if something else was happening to her. Pat knew the boy was only a teenager, but they'd chatted for a while each time he came to collect for the paper, and she had found him to be bright and-and what? Well built for his age, was what came to her mind. His thin wet pants had showed her a very full bulge. Why were her hands shaking?
Pat pushed the bathroom door open a little and called to him, "Hand me your wet clothes, Bobby."
He was standing naked and shivering, trying to kick his legs free of his wet slacks. Pat's eyes fastened on his short, thick cock standing out from his tight bush of dark pubic hair.
"Here," she said impulsively, "let me help you. My, you are soaked to the skin." Her fingers tugged at his trousers as she knelt beside him. When she reached for a towel, her robe fell open, but she pretended not to notice her bare breasts were right there under his round eyes. She rubbed his chest and shoulders briskly, and then settled on both knees with the towel pressed over his cock while her other hand rubbed his back and his firmly muscled bottom.
"You're cold and wet all over," she smiled at him. "Even your little thing. I'd better dry that for you, too."
He stood very still, looking at her hand brushing the thick towel over his dick.
Pat felt that sudden wetness between her legs as she tenderly wiped his prick dry. She was so tempted to kiss his thick little cock that her hands began to tremble. What the hell was happening to her? Get ting so horny, drying off so young a boy.
She straightened up, her bare nipple brushing against the head of his cock. He jumped and covered himself with his hand.
"That ... that kinda tickles," he said, "I don't feel cold now."
She smiled at him. "That's good, Bobby. Are you all dry now? All over? Let me make sure." Pat could not force herself to get up off her knees. She knew damn well why, but it was hard to admit to herself that she wanted to suck his young cock. Desperately!
Her fingers gently brushed his hand away and stroked softly along the top of his dick. It began to swell! Her upturned palm slid under him. Her hand closed around his swiftly growing erection.
"You have a very nice thing, Bobby," she said softly. "It's ... ah ... well, it's very big. For a boy your age. Isn't it?"
He blurted out, "It's bigger than my brother's. And he's seventeen."
Now both her hands were firmly around him. Stroking. Squeezing him ever so gently. She felt him begin to tremble, but he stood his ground, staring down at his cock growing and growing.
"Urn ... how ... how big does it get, Bobby?"
He cleared his throat. Noisily.
"Seven. Seven inches. When I get real hard."
"No! My! That big? I can't believe it. Will you show me?"
He reached down to wrap his hand around his stiff prick. "It's almost that big now. I think."
After a timid tug or two, he got a real grip on himself and stroked harder. "See!" he said proudly.
Pat knew she was going to suck him off. She had to! It didn't matter to her if he blabbed all over the neighborhood. She was hot. The longer she stared at his reddening cock, the hotter she became.
"Bobby," she breathed. "Have you ever had a girl kiss your thing?"
His cock jumped as his face turned red. A tiny drop of moisture trembled on the very tip of his prick.
He muttered, "One time. But I don't dare tell you who did it. I promised not to."
Pat eased closer to his twitching cock.
"Is this how she did it?" she breathed. Her tongue flicked out and licked the underside of his dickhead.
"No," he said. "She ... well ... she put her mouth all the way around it."
"Oh, I see. Maybe like this?"
Pat opened her mouth wide and slid his shaft all the way down. Her hands moved up the backs of his legs to cup his asscheeks and hold him very firmly. His muscles bunched up. His dick throbbed crazily in her sucking mouth as her tongue and her teeth worked up and down on him. The robe slipped off her shoulders. He bent over to stare at her naked tits. Abruptly, his hips moved his cock in and out of her mouth as its strong suction drove him wild. When she kept on licking and sucking him, he began to fuck her in her mouth. His toes dug into the rug. His trembling hands brushed over her head.
"I'm ... I think I'm going to come in a minute, Mommy," he said.
Pat paused for a split second, shocked by what she'd heard him say. But now everything was different! If his own mother had sucked him off, why shouldn't she? In the back of her mind, Pat wondered just how far she should carry this sexy adventure with this horny teenager. She gave his twitching tool a final lick, and leaned back.
Her voice shook. "And what else did she do with you, Bobby?"
He grabbed his cock and hotly stroked his slick shaft. "I shouldn't tell."
Pat stood up and reached for his hand. "Let's go into my bedroom. You don't have to say the words. Just show me."
She stretched out naked on her bed, quivering with anticipation. He was going to fuck her. She knew it! He was going to take that tender, sweet dick and put it between her legs and fuck her wet cunt. Even if he didn't last more than three jerky strokes, she had to feel it! His cock had been like a steel rod pushing into her mouth, but it had tasted so fresh and sweet she was torn betwen finishing him with her hungry mouth and letting him put it in her hot pussy.
He told her, "You have to open your legs. And I lie on top of you."
"All right, Bobby. Like this?"
"Yeah. Now you gotta hold yourself open, and rub my thing against you."
Her hand quickly pressed his rock-hard erection deeply between her slippery cunt lips. She was sure her clit would snap right off! It was up firm and wildly tingling. When he began moving his hard dick up and down against her open pussy, it was all she could do to keep from moaning out loud. Pat bit her lip and forced herself to lie as still as she could manage. His hard cock dragging over her cunt was driving her insane with desire to grab him and sink him all the way inside her wet hole. This feels good," he said. "This is called fucking. Isn't it?"
Pat was so close to coming she wanted to scream! She didn't know exactly what his mother had done with him, and she was afraid if she cut loose and began coming, she might frighten him. She breathed deeply, and her hand held him tight against her cunt, pressing on his strong young dick.
"It's ... well, it's something like fucking, Bobby. But not exactly."
To Pat's dismay, he stopped rubbing against her and sat between her trembling legs, looking down at her hand moving his cock back and forth over her hot pink clit.
"That's what Mom ... uh ... what the woman said it was called. She and ... a man ... used to do it. Before he died."
Pat knew there was no way she was going to stop now. He was going to put his hard cock inside her. Right where she had to have him. Had to! Even if he came the split second he felt her drenched cunt around him.
"To really fuck ... I mean, for real, Bobby, you have to do this...."
She took a deep breath and eased her hips back a bit. She bent his rigid tool down and slipped his wide head between her slippery pussy lips and moved forward so it went in just an inch. When he didn't move, she quivered forward a bit more. Now his hard dick was halfway in. Throbbing. Jumping. Hotter than the hinges of hell! But, oh, did he feel good!
"Push a little," she gasped. "It has to go all the way up inside. Then we can really fuck."
He obediently pushed. Her cunt clamped down around him. She reached for his ass, tugging his hips down. Now! Now she had it all!
Pat's shaking hands gripped his hips and pulled and pushed, moving his cock in and out of her quivering tunnel. Instinctively, his arms slid under her, and his cock began moving rhythmically. Her nipples brushed against his smooth, hairless chest. They felt so brittle she half expected to see them snap right off. Pat gave up trying to be quiet. It was too damn hard.
"This is fucking," she panted. "Real fucking, Bobby. It's terrific, isn't it? Doesn't your thing feel super good inside me?"
He swallowed hard and nodded. He was awkward and unsure of himself, but his cock screwed her hot cunt with erotic sensations she had never felt before. With every stroke, he moved in deeper. Pat's hot body undulated underneath him. Writhing. Shuddering.
"I'm going to come, Bobby," she moaned. "But you keep on fucking. Understand? Don't stop. Keep fucking. Fucking. Fucking!"
"Okay," he muttered. A second later his cock missed a stroke. "Gee, it feels like my hand jacking me off."
Pat's voice choked out, low and throaty. "That's how it feels to your cock when you make a woman come." She wiped the sweat off her palms, against the rumpled sheet, and got a firm grip on his hips.
"Now we keep on fucking, Bobby. And I'll come again. In ... in just a minute. But you must not stop, O.K.?"
"Ummm. But don't make your thing squeeze so hard," he complained. "It makes me want to go off somethin' awful."
Pat groaned, biting her lips. Her hips snapped his cock in and out of her clenched hole. "Just ... just one minute more. Then you can come, too."
Her nails dug deeply into his ass. She could feel him getting even stiffer. She was in the middle of another terrific orgasm when he scrambled away from her. He reached for his red cock and pumped it up and down with all his strength.
"Oh! Oh, Mother!" he gasped. His cum shot wildly in the air, splattering over her heaving stomach. He fell backwards, holding himself with both hands. Pat lunged after him, her mouth sliding down over his cock, sucking, licking, biting, tugging every drop of hot cum out of the young boy's throbbing dick.
"Je-sus!" he mumbled. "That hurt! I never came so much before."
Pat slid off the bed and tried to get her head together. She felt half ashamed of herself, for a moment, but the feeling passed. What the hell! Some other hot housewife would have seduced him, sooner or later. And sucked his delicious cum, the way she had. She just happened to be the first. Oh, no. Wrong! His own mother had been first, but she hadn't gone all the way with her son. Pat wondered how the living hell she held off from fucking that strong young cock.
"You rest a minute, Bobby. I forgot to put your clothes in the dryer."
The kettle had boiled dry and was almost melting on the red hot burner. Pat refilled it, and quickly made the coffee. Her hands shook so badly she spilled more than she got in the pot. She kept dropping his clothes, but finally got them stuffed in the dryer and turned it on. Just as she was about to straighten up, she felt his hands on her bare butt. His erect cock pressed between her legs.
"Oh God!' she mumbled hotly. "You're still up!"
"Oh, yes," he said. "I want to do it some more. Fucking is really great. A million times better than jacking off."
Pat braced herself against the dryer and spread her feet. She reached down and eagerly guided his dick into her cunt. He drove into her so hard she moaned loudly. His balls slapped against her hot flesh. He pumped into her as if he had fucked a dozen hot women before her.
"You learn fast," she panted. But she wanted to see his cock going into her hot cunt.
She pushed him away and tugged him over with her, perching on the kitchen counter and spreading herself wide.
"Fuck me! You are a real man! Stand right there between my legs and shove your cock back in."
Their heads bumped together as they both looked down to see his stiff dick disappear inside her wet snatch. His hands gripped his rod, holding it straight out, humping dead center on his target. Pat started coming right away. One hand wrapped around his wet cockhead, sliding into her pussy, and the other found her clit and touched off a long series of quick, short comes.
"Why can you come so much, and me only once in a while?" Bobby asked plaintively.
"Women come different," she panted. She was so fucking hot she couldn't have felt less like educating him. She just wanted to screw and screw. "We're just made that way. Don't stop. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."
She closed her eyes and listened to the horny sound of her pussy sucking him into her. The whole kitchen seemed to be dipping and swaying and tilting. Her breath was short, harsh, labored. Christ! The boy was fucking her silly, and she was loving every frantic minute of it!
They slid down to the floor. He picked up the pace, slamming his cock into her and holding every few strokes to feel her grinding her clit against the base of his dick. Pat could not remember how many times she had come. Her cunt was on fire! He had never once kissed her or touched her aching breasts. He just humped and humped, driving her wild with the friction of his cock against her spasming cunt walls.
He suddenly gasped, "Now it's my turn! I'm gonna come now. I think. I'm so hard it hurts somethin' awful."
Pat stretched her legs flat on the floor and raised herself on her elbows. She stared, wide-eyed, at his stiff rod reaming her hole.
"Oh, shit," she groaned. "Well, okay. That's fair. It's your turn to come. But keep it in me when you let it go. You'll feel what I do. Inside. You'll love it! Love it!!"
He took four more strokes before his load came roaring up his cock. Pat clamped her cunt tightly around his shaft and moaned in ecstasy as she felt his hot cum whipping into her. They lay on the hard floor, gasping like two fish out of water. It was a long, long time before either of them moved. The dryer kept tumbling and tumbling, but it was the only sound in the room.
"Man, oh, man!" Bobby sighed. "I guess I better get back to work. If my cock will go down."
Pat got up to pour him a cup of coffee.
The cup and saucer rattled in Pat's shaking hand, but she managed to pour most of the hot brew into his cup. She leaned against the counter, watching him drink. His cock was still half up!
She hated to let him go. When the dryer clicked off, he fumbled into his shirt and pants. He hesitated, and then blurted out, "You didn't pay me for the papers yet. I wouldn't ask, but my mom needs the money. I have to help her."
Pat could not remember where she had put her purse. Her mind seemed to had turned to jelly. She pawed through the kitchen drawers with one hand, cupping her dripping pussy with the other.
"Wait a minute. I think my purse is in my bedroom. I'll get it."
She paid him and opened the front door. "Um ... see you next week Bobby," she said softly. He nodded, and turned a little red.
Pat watched him half limp down the street. Now she had another cock to handle! And what a cock! When Ray wasn't home, anyway. She wonderd what he would do if he caught her fucking a young kid. But she really didn't care!