Chapter 10
Jennifer, determined not to think of sexy things, resolved to be a good girl while her husband was away, figured that she had better put some panties and a bra on. She thought it would be less erotically inspirational to have underwear on than to be naked under her light cotton dress. To that purpose, she went upstairs.
Her intentions were of the purest.
But she had to pass her son's bedroom, and it wasn't her fault that she heard Timmy and Jerry speaking.
She stopped, her eyes widening.
Why, those naughty boys were at it again! They were jerking off, there was no doubt of that. She could hear them panting in harmony, like a musical steam engine.
She remembered how thrilling it had been to spy on them in the shed.
Well, there would be no harm in just taking a quick look through the keyhole, would there? Not really. She had already watched them whack off once, and she didn't figure the sin would be compounded by another quick glance. And if it made her hot, well, she could always masturbate again.
Grinning wickedly, she knelt down and pressed her eye to the keyhole.
Both boys were standing in the middle of the room, hands flying furiously up and down on their dorks. Their faces were contorted by lust so that they looked idiotic--but there was nothing idiotic about the two splendid dicks that they were so joyfully beating.
Jennifer cupped a hand over her cunt as if to contain the hot flush of lust that ignited therein.
She noticed that both boys were holding something out in front of their pecker-heads ... a cloth to catch the spunk, obviously. But the cloth didn't look like handkerchiefs. It looked more like . . . good God!
They were jerking off in her panties.
The realization brought a surge of lust that was so powerful that Jennifer lost her balance. She fell against the door . . . and the door swung open . . .
Just then Timmy shot his milky wad into the soiled crotchband of a pair of purple bikini panties.
Jennifer gaped at them, from her knees.
The two boys stared back in horror.
"Oh, boy," Timmy mumbled.
Jennifer figured she had to say something.
"You naughty boys," she said.
But she did not sound angry--and she was staring at Jerry's big prick which, she was quick to realize, had not yet been emptied. It still held a lovely load of jism. She was sorry she had accidentally interrupted the boy before he had got his rocks off ... in her panties ...
It was a lovely cock, she thought.
Should she . . . did she dare . . .? No! But . . . she wanted to. She couldn't take her eyes off that big joystick. And Jerry, who was blushing bright red and was in a state of shock, gave his cock another absentminded pull.
Jennifer let her breath out. Her head was spinning. She simply had to! Forcing herself to look stern, she got to her feet.
"Timmy," she said. "I want you to go out for awhile. I'll talk to you, later. But first, I think I had better have a few words with Jerry, who is, obviously, a bad influence on you and needs a stern lecture."
Timmy was perfectly happy to escape from the scene and leave his friend to face the music.
Still holding the cum-soaked panties, he put his dick back in his jeans and staggered from the room.
Jennifer closed the door after him.
She stared at Jerry.
He trembled.
But then the horny housewife grinned . . .
"Sit down, Jerry," she said.
Jerry sat on the bed. He knew that he ought to put his cock away, but it was rock-hard. It was impossible to wedge in into his fly without taking his shorts down, and he was too embarrassed to do that. He held his hard-on in both hands, trying to shield it from her gaze--and perfectly aware of the fact that her gaze was directed right at his prick.
Jennifer sat down beside the embarrassed boy.
She had decided that she was going to jerk him off. She didn't intend to go any further than that.
She said, "Don't worry . . . I'm not angry." "You ain't?"
"No. It's perfectly natural for boys of your age to jerk off, Jerry. Although I'm a bit shocked to find you jerking off in my pants."
"Errr . . . sorry about that ..."
"Oh, I don't mind."
"You don't?" he asked, confused. This lecture was not taking the expected turn at all.
Jennifer said, "In fact, I'm sorry I interrupted you before you shot."
He looked at her in amazement.
"It isn't healthy for a boy to stop masturbating before he finishes, you know."
"Errr ... I'll finish when I get home ..."
"I feel responsible for seeing that you do," Jennifer told him. "I mean, since I interrupted you in the middle of it, I have an obligation to make sure you finish ... I mean, you might forget to come, right? And that wouldn't be healthy at all, with all that cum ready to blow and not getting spent. I'd feel terrible if I was to blame for that."
His mouth was hanging open so far that his chin rested on his breastbone.
"So you just go ahead and finish, Jerry . . . and I'll sit here and make sure that you do."
"You . . . you're gonna watch me?"
"Of course. I'm obligated to."
"Oh, wow ... I'd be too embarrassed to do it in front of you," the boy stammered.
"Oh? That is a problem, then. Let me think . . ."
She feigned deep thought.
"Well, I guess there's only one solution," she said. "I'll simply have to do it for you."
His cock swelled so enormously that his hands flew right off it, as if it had exploded.
"You don't mind, do you?" she asked.
"No," he croaked.
"You mustn't think that I'm doing anything naughty," she explained. "I'm only thinking of your health."
He nodded doubtfully.
"Of course, if you happen to enjoy it . . ."
"I can't believe this," he gasped.
Jennifer put her hand on his thigh. She could feel the thrill coursing through his leg.
She said, "You'd better not tell Timmy, of course ... he might get the wrong idea."
"I won't tell," Jerry said quickly.
He was getting over his initial shock and starting to think that this was a pretty good idea.
"Lie back on the bed," she said. "Just relax and enjoy it, you dear little boy . . ."
Jerry flopped back. His prick stood up like a lighthouse over his bloated balls, the knob glowing like a beacon and starting to smoke.
Jennifer looked at his cock for a few moments, savoring the expectation, gazing at the young boy's cock for which she had been yearning, and which she was about to touch.
She still intended to do no more than give him a hand-job. That didn't count as adultery, she figured.
But she was getting hotter and hotter, and her good intentions were melting in that heat.
She reached out and touched the head of his cock with the tips of her fingers. Then she drew her hand back fast, as if she had touched a hot stove, then touched him again, folding her fist around the root of his rod.
She began to slowly pull his prick up and down.
She stared at the head, watching it expand and flare, seeing the cleft part. She hadn't given a hand-job in ages. She had forgotten how much fun it was to milk a prick, how thrilling to see the jism spurt out.
She cupped his balls in her free hand. Her other hand stroked up and down and her thumb switched back and forth at the sensitive spot where the big, veined stalk merged with the huge, hot knob.
She was moving steadily but slowly, not wanting him to come too soon, enjoying it too much to want it to end, as thrilling as that creamy climax would be.
She leaned over him.
Her smiling face was very close to the head of his cock. She was drooling for a taste of that delicious-looking slab of cock-meat.
Was it any more wicked to suck a boy off than it was to jerk him off? she wondered.
Maybe not ... it wasn't, technically, an act of adultery ... or so she told herself.
Would the boy be shocked if she started sucking his prick? He would obviously love it, but . . .
She said, "You'd better tell me when you're ready to shoot, Jerry. I don't want to get cum all over my dress."
He nodded, hs eyes glazed.
"In fact, maybe I had better take my dress off," she said, as if it had just occurred to her. "Just so that I don't get cum on it, you know."
Abandoning his prick for a moment, she pulled her dress over her head.
Jerry stared at the first woman's body he had ever seen. His cock started to hammer wildly, as if it were trying to jerk itself off.
"That's better," she said. "Now if you happen to shoot on me, it won't matter."
She leaned over him again. Her big tits hung over his cock, looming above his loins. The nipples were like little rockets ready to be launched. Her hand folded around his stalk and she started push-pulling once again.
Her face hovered just above his knob.
Jerry thought he had better warn her. He didn't want to make her angry.
He said, "I shoot pretty far, Mrs. Standish ... I think you'd better move your face out of the way . . ."
"Oh? You think you might shoot in my face?"
"It's likely . . ."
"Maybe I had better use those panties to catch your jism, do you think?" "Well .
"Of course, it seems a shame to get them all slimy. It's hard to know what's best, isn't it? If you shoot in my face, I could wash it off easier than I could wash the panties. Or ... I suppose I could let you come in my mouth. Then I could swallow it all, and I wouldn't have to wash anything . . ."
She glanced up at his face as she said this.
His cock surged in her hand, the head flaring. He gaped at her in amazement.
"In . . . your . . . mouth . . .?"
"Why, yes. Haven't you ever come in a woman's mouth, Jerry? It's ever so much fun. And nourishing, too."
Jerry had dreamed of, and jerked off to, the idea of a blow-job, but he had never realized that any woman other than a whore would do such a thing. Especially not a married woman . . . and a mother, to boot.
He croaked, "You mean . . . blow me?"
"Certainly not," she said, smiling. "That would be a naughty thing to do. I'm not doing this for sexual reasons, it's a question of your health . . . and not making a mess. It seems easier to drink your cock-juice than to have to mop it up afterwards, don't you agree?"
"Yeah! That's a good idea."
"You won't tell Timmy?"
"Boy, I sure ain't likely to tell him that I came in his mother's mouth," Jerry assured her.
Jennifer licked her lips. She was drooling so heavily by this time that a few drops of saliva dripped down onto his cock-head, sputtering and sizzling as they evaporated from the white-hot slab of polished meat.
Jennifer gave a little whimper.
She was going to do it! She was actually going to get a mouthful of young boy's prick! She was going to swallow his potent load of jism!
She felt an actual, physical hunger for his cock.
She gave it one last loving stroke with her hand.
Then she went down on the boy's sweet young prick . . .