Chapter 11
Timmy felt as if he had been sent to his room--but in fact, he had been sent out of his room. Therefore, the boy was confused as to where he should go. Had his mother been thinking more clearly, she might have dispatched him on some errand or other, but she had been so intent on getting alone with Jerry's young prick that she had been vague in her directions. The boy was glad enough to get out of that room, but as soon as he was in the hallway, he hesitated. He didn't think that he ought to go to his mother's room, under the circumstances. He still held those cum-soaked purple panties in his hands and now he gazed down at the creamy things, like a soothsayer reading the future in seminal entrails. But he learned nothing that he did not know before . . . that cum was thick and milky white and tended to congeal when spilled outside a pussy or a mouth. Not that he had ever spilled any in a pussy or mouth, being a virgin.
As he stared into his own scum, he blushed again.
It was bad enough that his mother had caught him pulling his pork, but worse that she had timed it so that she discovered him just when he creamed.
And in her panties, to boot!
What a twist of fate, he thought. But then he frowned, wondering if fate were, indeed, to blame. Or had his mother caught him by intention and design? Why, after all, should she have been kneeling at his keyhole if she was not snooping around to catch him at it? She hadn't been scrubbing the hall floor, and that was the only reason the boy could think of for being on her hands and knees outside his bedroom door.
Yeah, she was spying on him, all right.
It made him angry. A hot flash of annoyance blended in with his warm shame.
And it gave him another thought.
If she could spy on him, why shouldn't he spy on her in turn, and in the same fashion? he was curious to know what she was saying to Jerry, what form her castigation was taking, so that he could be better prepared to counter her charges when his own turn to be lectured came.
He certainly didn't imagine for a moment that his mother was doing anything other than giving his friend a stern lecture on the evils of jacking off, threatening madness or hairy palms or some such nonsense. He knew damned well it was nonsense, for he had jerked off with such regularity that had those old wive's tales any truth to them, he would have been nutty as a fruit cake and his hands would have been bearded like goats.
He tiptoed back to his bedroom door, knelt down and pressed his eye to the keyhole.
Timmy was a very surprised young man.
This was the first time that Jennifer had ever sucked a boy's cock since she had been married, and she was determined to make the most of it. She didn't expect that she would ever have this chance again, and she wanted to enjoy it to the fullest. Although she was eager for his jism, and hungry for it, she was in no hurry to milk that succulent cream from him, wanting to enjoy a lovely, long mouthful of prick-meat before she drank his hot jism.
She used just her tongue, at first.
Bending over the boy, she tapped the tip of her tongue against the head of his cock, fluttering that nimble probe around the cleft knob and then laving all over the fleshy purple slab with fluid strokes.
The savory flavor of cock-meat tingled on her tongue, driving her wild.
She kissed the tip.
She was drooling right down his shaft now, ribbons of saliva bathing his cock and pooling up on his balls.
She didn't take him in her mouth yet.
Tilting her head, she moved lower and began to lap and lave his balls, loving the way his hard, filled nuts jiggled around inside his hairy sac.
Her long hair brushed over his belly and thighs in a dark veil as her head worked up and down.
Jerry was whimpering with wonderment. For the first time, he knew the delights of a woman's tongue--and waited for the further pleasure of her hot mouth.
She licked up the stalk, flattening her tongue and running it up from balls to crown. Then she repeated the rising strokes, switching her tongue back and forth against the underside of his shaft this time. She fitted her parted lips to the ventral side of his rod and ran her whole face up and down as if playing a flute, pauss-ing at the electric spot where the big, veined shaft spread out into his flaring cock-head and giving that sensitive delta a long kiss, tongue gliding, lips slurping. She didn't think she had ever tasted anything as delicious as this big, virginal prick. Her eyelashes batted like shutters. She panted and drooled onto his meat.
Jerry was transported by joy.
He raised his hands, intending to guide her head, then hesitated, hands fluttering, not sure if it was his place to give manual guidance to such a talented cock-sucker. His hands dropped to his sides again as he decided to just lay back and let her do as she would.
He couldn't imagine how he would make it better than it already was.
Jennifer didn't want him to come too soon.
She leaned back, giving his prick a chance to cool for a moment. She gazed at it lovingly, licking her lips, her tongue already flavored by the succulence.
She licked his thighs, moved up, by-passed his cock and laved his belly, circling back.
Then she fitted the tip of his knob to her lips, kissed it tenderly and let her lips slowly part. She fed his cock into her mouth gradually, kissing as she did. The whole fat knob slipped in and she clamped her lips tightly closed around the stalk, just below the head. With that bulging lump of cock-meat sheathed in her mouth, she began to suck so vigorously that it seemed she was trying to inhale his dong right down into her lungs. She cupped his swollen balls in one hand and folded the other hand around the root of his pecker. But she didn't move that hand. She didn't want to hasten the process by jerking him off into her mouth. She wanted to do the whole job orally, without manual assistance. She merely held his cock steady while her lips pulled on the head. Her tongue switched back and forth against the hot underside of that big mouthful.
A trickle of pre-cum ran onto her tongue.
Thrilled, she swirled the tasty stuff around in her mouth, then swallowed it. It warmed her belly like a fine cognac, making the horny housewife even more ravenously hungry for his full load of jism.
Another little spurt of spunk splashed on her tongue and ran back into her cheeks.
She whimpered with pleasure and greed.
Jerry was groaning in a torment of lust.
Jennifer began bobbing her head up and down then. She took his cock-head right back into her throat, pushing her pursed lips down the shaft as far as she could, so that she was taking almost the full length of his precious young pecker into her head as she went down, then sucking avidly as she drew back up the fat stalk towards the flaring head.
She was using her whole mouth now.
The tight collar of her lips pulled on his shaft as they dragged up.
Her cheeks hollowed in as she sucked, clamping over his knob on both sides, then billowed out as she blew her hot breath down his towering cock-shaft.
Her tongue rippled against the underside of his rod as it pulled out, then bridged into a wet carpet over which his cock-head skimmed en route to her throat.
Her teeth nibbled tenderly on his tasty slab. She let the head slip down her gullet as if she intended to literally digest his meat rack.
Cum was oozing steadily from his cleft now. A few oily drops bubbled from her lips, overflowing and running down his stalk as her lips pulled up. Then she pushed down again, gathering up those savory drops on the descent, not wanting to miss a single drop of that tasty cum.
His cock was booming, so swollen now that the big head was stuck in her mouth like a hook into a fish. She didn't think that she could disengage even if she had Wanted to, her mouth was so full of cock-head. It jammed behind her teeth and lips as she rose on the upstroke, then filled her gullet as she went down. She had intended to pause and let him cool down again, but that was no longer possible, .what with the magnitude of his cock-head and the urgency of her hunger.
She figured she had better milk him off now and then--for he was young, and, no doubt, capable of coming often. She might go round the world on his hairless young body, laving him all over with her tongue, ignoring his cock for a while as she licked his thighs and belly and chest and, yes, ran her tongue up the crack of his ass and pushed it right into his asshole . . .
Should she let him fuck her?
Oh! She wanted to! Wrong it might be--adulterous and wicked and perverted to fuck the youth--but the idea was so delightful that the horny woman felt sorely tempted.
But first she had a cock-load of cum to swallow, a lovely load of jism to slake her raging thirst.
She began sucking purposefully, taking his big prick far back into her throat and working on it with a steady rhythm designed to bring him to the dazzling heights of sensation in the most efficient manner.
She added a verbal thrill to the oral caress.
As her lips drew up to his cock-head, she whispered, "Come . . . come for me, Jerry . . . come in my mouth, let me drink your sweet cream . . . give me all that thick, hot jism . . ."
"Unghhh," she gasped as she went down and his purple slab lodged in her throat.
And: "Ahhh," as she slurped up the shaft, lips dragging, tongue flashing.
Jerry was crying out as the peak approached.
He was almost there. His whole body was vibrating like a tuning fork. His cock was swollen like an overinflated balloon, so huge and taut that he felt it might explode if he didn't empty it soon.
Then his balls burst.
Jennifer felt the thick sap start up his stalk, slowly at first, then rushing up the tube. She felt his cock flare mightily in her lips, stuffing her whole mouth brimful of cock-meat. She pushed down, sucking.
Suddenly her mouth was filled with cum.
She gasped, startled by the magnitude of his climax. Her throat worked as she gulped the delicious nectar down, just in time to make room for his second geyser. He filled her head with spunk. Ravenous as she was, the woman could not manage to swallow it all. A few drops bubbled from her unpeeled lips and ran down onto his balls, where even more of the thick cream was being pumped.
She sucked furiously and her head flew up and down like a woodpecker as she milked him to the dregs.
His cum came out in great loops and coils, hot and thick and sticky. It washed all through her mouth, hanging from the roof in slippery ivory pillars, swirling between her teeth, flooding her gums, pouring into her cheeks. Gasping and gulping, but never faltering nor breaking the tempo, she bobbed up and down and milked him to the bone.
Drained at last, the boy sank back.
He sighed with contentment.
But he was young and potent. Despite the fact that she had emptied his balls completely, his big prick did not flag. It remained rampant and rock-hard.
Jennifer pulled her lips away, swallowed, then used her tongue to gather up the errant drops of spunk that had overflowed her mouth onto his belly and balls.
"Was that nice?" she purred.
"Oh, wow! It was wonderful . . ."
She eyed his staunch prick.
"Shall I do it again?" she asked impishly.
The boy gaped at her. He could hardly believe his good fortune. He nodded slowly.
"Or . . . maybe I'll let you fuck me, instead," she said.
He gasped, dazed by emotion.
Jennifer still hadn't made up her mind if she would fuck the boy. She was going to play it by ear . . . and cunt. She leaned over his slender hips again, and, as she'd planned, began to go round the world. She tongued his belly and thigh. His cock, temporarily neglected, stuck up like a telephone pole beside her face.
Lifting his balls, she licked under them.
Then, lifting his pelvis by cupping her hands under his hips, she squirmed in, tongue first, and began to lick his asshole. She stabbed her hot tongue right up that taut hole, slurped up the crack between his cheeks, and rimmed him again.
Jerry couldn't believe it. Even whores must balk at such a thing. How could a wife and mother rim out an asshole? But he loved it. He began to whimper. Jennifer glided all over him, twisting and sinuously winding her naked body over his as she licked his chest, his neck, his throat and ear. His whole hairless torso was slick with her saliva. His thighs glistened with spit. His cock had started to throb and glow again.
He wondered if he should touch her.
Absurd as it seemed, considering what she was doing to him with her tongue, the inexperienced boy was afraid that she might object if he started to feel her up. Never having been in a situation like this before, he was uncertain.
He touched her tit tentatively.
"Ummmm ... yes," she sighed.
He began to massage her huge tits with both hands, then slipped a hand into her crotch and began to rub her creamy cunt.
Jennifer purred like a cat.
She gave the head of his prick a loving lick.
"I think you'd better fuck me," she said.
And then, unable to bear it any longer, Timmy walked back into the room . . .