Chapter 2
"Jesus, your mom has big tits," Doug whispered reverently. "I mean, like intense!"
The two nineteen-year-olds were sitting on Salvation Army couches in the basement of the Jones' home, which Hank had more or less converted into his private den. A fifth of Jack Daniels was being passed back and forth between them.
Hank listened a little proudly, a little bashfully as his friend praised the size of his mother's tits.
"I mean, I didn't even know how big those fuckers were until she went without a bra today," Doug sighed. "Like a couple of bowling balls swinging around under her sweater."
"She's been going braless a lot lately," Hank nodded. "She's been acting pretty funny, too.
Must have a bug up her ass."
"My cock got so stiff when I saw her," Doug said, a little drunkenly. "Christ is your mom stacked! I never thought a woman her age could turn me on so much."
Hank smiled and stared at the floor. He was drunk too, and Doug had been his best friend since they'd played Pop Warner football together in grammar school. But he couldn't admit that he agreed with him, that his own mother turned him on, that he sometimes thought about her fantastic body when he was jacking off.
"We got to get going," Hank said finally. He took a last, lingering slug off the bottle, set it aside and rose to his feet. "We're going to be late for the game."
Doug grinned and rose too, hitching his blue jean cut-offs around his tan, tightly-muscled waist. "Whatever you say, buddy. After you."
Together they climbed the stairs, entering the laundry room and passing through it into the downstairs corridor. A hint of perfume filled the air; both of the boys recognized it as Hank's mother's.
"Wait a minute," Doug said suddenly. "Ah ... you go on without me, okay, Hankus? All that drinking always does the same thing to my bowels. I got to take a crap super bad."
Hank paused, looking at his friend a little suspiciously. "They have rest rooms at the stadium. You can go there. It's going to be kind of a drag going over in separate cars."
"Naw, that's okay," Doug said hurriedly. As arrogantly as if the house belonged to him, he opened the bathroom door and waved for his friend to continue. "Go ahead, Hank. I'll meet you at the Gate."
Hank shrugged his shoulders and left the house. Doug waited in the bathroom until he heard the door slam. Then, he padded back down the hall towards Denise's room.
His cock was so stiff that it was about to poke out of his cut-offs. He couldn't tell Hank what he'd seen, the glimpse of flesh he'd seen while they'd passed by the open bedroom door.
Now, alone in the house with his best friend's mother, Doug stood before it, sighing as he saw the object of his desire in the flesh. Apparently Denise had forgotten to close her bedroom door before taking an afternoon nap. Either that, or the wind had blown it open.
It didn't matter. His friend's mother lay naked on her back on the bed, with her eyes closed and a serene smile on her lips. Her enormous tits stood out on her chest like two baby watermelons, capped by the lushest, pinkest nipples he had ever seen.
She was a little bit plump, but her waist was slender, and her legs were long and sleek. One hand was draped over her hairy brown pussy. Doug's cock throbbed violently at the sight of the fleecy-haired slit of her cunt.
At nineteen, Doug considered himself too old to be crazed with lust, but he already knew he was w hornier than ever before in his young life. His thoughts were fragmented; he knew he was considering rape, but then he hardly knew what he was doing at all.
Slowly, he crossed the bedroom, never taking his eyes from the housewife's incredibly voluptuous body. Being careful not to awaken her, he sat on the edge of the bed and sighed again as he beheld the rich promise of her body.
Something in the back of his mind told him what he was risking, that if Denise should catch him and be angered, he might never be able to look Hank in the eye again. But it didn't matter. No woman had ever turned him on like this. He had to fuck her or die.
Slowly, almost as if it had a will of its own, Doug's hand touched the shapely expanse of her inner thigh. Denise stirred slightly. The horny teenager paid no attention. His hand moved up, caressing her inner leg, moving towards the plump lips of her pussy.
At first, Denise thought she was having some kind of a dream. She'd fingerfucked herself several times before taking her nap. Perhaps that hadn't satisfied her. As she came slowly to wakefulness, she thought she was having a wonderful fantasy of her husband and her on their honeymoon-of his cock probing for the slit of her cunt.
Then her eyes opened, and, still dreamily, she saw her son's best friend.
At first, Denise didn't move. She felt too comfortable around Doug to be shocked by his presence. Her son and he had been best friends for years. Doug had spent so many days at her house, that she'd almost come to think of him as her very own boy. She'd fixed him milk and cookies, helped him with his homework, even comforted him one night when he was crying. How could she be shocked to see him unexpectedly, even if she was naked?
"Mmmmmmmmm," she murmured drowsily. "Whassat."
"It's just me, Mrs. Jones," Doug murmured. "Don't pay any attention."
Even in her semi-comatose state, Denise realized that Doug's voice and expression were peculiar for him. Then she became aware of his hand, now gingerly touching the short curls fringing her cunt.
"Doug, what are you doing down there?" she asked.
"Don't get mad, Mrs. Jones," Doug whispered. "Oh shit, I just can't help it. It feels so good."
Doug's middle finger parted the slick, flowering folds of her tight pussy. He sighed with pleasure as he pushed it up her still-dry fuck hole, feeling his finger sucked by the enveloping walls of her cunt.
"Doug, please!" Denise protested. She was still in a limbo between sleep and alertness, and thus couldn't stop herself from being as polite as always to her son's friend. "You're not supposed to touch my cunt. Please stop now, Doug. I don't want to have to tell your mother."
"Jesus, you've got big tits," Doug sighed. "I don't know how many years now I been looking at these gigantic tits and jacking off."
Doug caressed her slender waist with his free hand, firmly cupping the spongy, enormous globe of her right tit. He fondled her tit tenderly, making the dusky-pink nipple stiffen as it rubbed his palm.
Denise groaned in spite of herself. Cunt juice lubricated her cunt tunnel. Doug began to jack her off, pumping his finger steadily in and out of her pussy.
"Do you like that, Mrs. Jones?" he asked, grinning knowing, luridly. "Don't it feel good?"
"Please, Doug, don't!" Denise gasped. "Oh, you don't know what you're doing to me! You've just got to stop!"
Drowsiness was no longer a problem; Denise felt as wide-awake as if she'd never slept at all. But the damage had been done now. In a few minutes of weakness, her son's teenaged friend had gotten her excited to the point of no return.
She could feel the wet heat churning in her pussy now, the stiffness in her nipples and the flow of her fuck cream anointing the pink walls of her cunt. So many days since she'd last been fucked, Denise thought homily. So long since she'd last felt a big, stiff cock in her cunt.
"No, Doug! Please don't play with my pussy! Oh no, I don't want to get horny! Leave me alone!"
"Your pussy smells good, Mrs. Jones." He felt her cunt slit frothing with wetness around his finger. "I'm going to suck your cunt now. Ahhh, yes ... eat your pussy."
"No, Doug!" she gasped as she writhed on the bed, humping her ass in an effort to get more pressure on her burning clit. "Stop, no please, no!"
Doug slipped in a second finger up Denise's cunt, making her whimper as she felt her pussy walls spreading around his probing digits. He stretched out on his stomach between her legs, forcing her thighs wide apart. Then his head dropped; he sighed as he rubbed his mouth all over her hairy, juicing cunt.
"Ungghhhhhhh!" Denise grunted. A hot flush spread through her cheeks; she shivered convulsively as his lips touched her clit. "Oh God, you don't know what you're doing to me. My son's friend ... oh, this is so awful! Please stop it! Unghhh! Oh Doug, oh forgive me, oh God!"
Doug buried his fingers to the knuckles in Denise's fur-fringed cunt. Then he licked all around his hand, making her shudder and gasp as she felt herself getting closer and to cumming.
Again his hand began to move in her cunt, jacking her off. He cupped and kneaded her tits with his free hand and feverishly licked up the fuck cream his fingers had created in her pussy.
"Doug!" Denise hissed. "Awwwwww fuck, oh Christ! Stop, stop, aaaaauuugghhhhh...."
Then she reached the turning point, and the words of protest died on her lips. Denise had been so horny for so long, so desperately in need of her husband's thrusting cock. Now Doug had her horny enough to climb the walls. It didn't matter that she practically thought of him as a son.
"Ungghhh!" Denise spread her lush thighs wide apart, giving her young suitor complete access to the wet, hairy folds of her pussy. "Suck my cunt!" She put her hands on his head, holding him in position. She started to buck her plump ass cheeks off the bed, fucking her cunt all over his face.
"Oh, Mrs. Jones...."
"I said suck my cunt, Douglas!" Harder and faster she humped his face, almost unable to bear the burning ecstasy gushing through her cunt. "My cunt's so wet now! Oh fuck, I can't take it anymore! Eat my pussy, lover! Make me cum, I want to cum!"
Doug suddenly withdrew his fingers from Denise's throbbing pussy, almost making the intense pleasure diminish in her cunt. Then he thrust both hands under her ass cheeks, holding her bouncing, humping ass in position.
His head sank between her thighs; he gasped as he felt himself enveloped by the pungent wetness of her pussy. He began to lap and kiss and suck her cunt slit like a hungry dog, drooling as he swiped his tongue all around her stiff clit.
"Ahhhhhh! Oh fuck, Doug, oh fuck!" Denise clawed the back of his head and started humping her ass like a machine, grimacing and writhing helplessly on the bed as she felt the heat of pre-cum gushing through her cunt. "I'm getting off, lover! Suck my pussy for me! Suck my pussy. Ahhhhhh Christ! Oh, oh fuck! I'm gonna cum!"
Suddenly, Denise grunted loudly, stiffening as she felt contractions throbbing through the innermost depths of her cunt. Her nipples became as stiff as little pink pearls; even her ass-hole pulsed.
"Douglas!" She'd waited so long for it that she knew her orgasm was going to be incredibly intense. "Suck my pussy now! Ahhhnnnn! Douglas! Oh Doug! Nnnnggnnnnnnn! Yes, ahhhhhhhhhh! Now-now-ungghh!"
Furiously, the spasms gushed through Denise's pussy, as if a tide had swept all the tension and frustration out of her naked body. She locked her thighs around Doug's head and humped his face, clawing his neck in an effort to draw his mouth more tightly onto the juicy folds of her cunt.
For nearly a minute, the orgasm swept through her overheated body so intensely and deliciously, that Denise thought she was going to black out. But no sooner had it subsided, then she was overcome with remorse for yielding to her lust with a teen-aged boy.
"Oh God, what have I done?! " Moaning, she pushed Doug away from her and sat up on the edge of the bed. "You're my son's age! You're his best friend! Oh, my Lord!"
Denise's enormous tits jiggled as she began to whimper, holding her face in her hands. Adultery! What if her husband ever found out that she'd cheated on him with a boy in high school?!
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Jones," Doug said softly. "I guess I shouldn't have...."
"Oh, don't blame yourself!" Denise cried. "You're just a child. You didn't know ... oh, just get out of here! Let's pretend this never happened! Just leave!"
"But ... but Mrs. Jones," Doug protested. "I can't help it. I'm still horny."
In spite of herself, Denise glanced at the crotch of Doug's shorts. Then a fresh heat coursed deep inside her pussy, and she felt herself becoming turned on again, in spite of her shame.
The horny teenager had an incredible hard-on. It wasn't so much that his prick was so large, though the bulge in his cut-offs was indeed exceptionally long and thick. It was how hard his cock was, how stiffly his big prick throbbed and twitched.
The fat, rosy nipples of Denise's ample tits stiffened as she saw that his oozing cum cream had stained the fabric of his shorts. Her tears dried as she entertained the forbidden fantasy of stuffing his magnificent prick down her throat.
"Please, Mrs. Jones," Doug pleaded. He stepped closer to her as she sat on the edge of the mattress and started to unzip his pants. "I'm so turned on. I promise not to tell."
"Doug, you've got to get out of here," Denise said desperately. "Oh Christ, I don't want to start this all over again."
Suddenly, Doug unzipped his shorts, letting them fall down his legs to the floor, leaving him naked except for his open, summer shirt. Denise found herself staring at the bulging knob of his cock.
His prick-head was fat and shiny and oozing cum, and his blue-veined prick-shaft bounced and twitched before her eyes. She shuddered as a wave of lust teased her naked body. The urge to eat his prick was becoming uncontrollable.
"No, Doug." Denise groaned, licking her lips as she stared at his throbbing prick. "We're getting in over our heads. You just don't know what you're doing to me."
"But it hurts, Mrs. Jones," Doug said innocently. He stepped even closer, until his blood-swollen cock-meat was less than an inch from her mouth. "You make my cock harder than it's ever been. I'll get blue balls if you don't make me cum."
Suddenly Denise couldn't stand it any longer. Her husband's cock never got this stiff, even when he was really turned on. Her pussy was hungry for the taste of the teenager's hard prick.
Whimpering submissively, Denise shot her hands up to grasp the pink flesh of his cock. Doug groaned as she held his prick tightly in both hands, squeezing and milking it.
"Oh yes, your cock's so stiff," she cooed. She extended her tongue and licked sloppily all over the dripping crown of his prick, nearly cumming on the spot as she tasted the salty deliciousness of his jism. "Ummm, yes, I've got to have your cock now, you little bastard. Can't hold it back ... got to taste your cock!"
Opening her mouth as wide as she could, Denise gurgled as she stuffed the first several inches of Doug's bursting prick down her throat.
"Ungghhh!" Doug looked down at her, feeling fresh blood pour into his cock as he beheld the obscene spectacle of his friend's mother giving him the blow job of his life. "Oh yes, that's right, Mrs. Jones!" He thrust his hands behind her head, curling his fingers in her long, brown hair. "Suck my prick for me! Suck my cock!"
Denise paused with only the knob of his cock between her rounded, sucking lips, gurgling shamelessly as she savored the first cock she'd sucked in weeks. She milked and squeezed his prick-shaft, coaxing up the load of jism from his bloated nut sac.
Tenderly, voraciously, Denise started sucking the teenager's prick. Wet slurping, smacking sounds filled the room as she went to work on his stiff cock, applying all the cocksucking skills her husband had refused to let her practice.
"Ahhh, fuck!" Doug's face contorted with lust as his cock grew progressively stiffer in her hot mouth. "Harder, Mrs. Jones! Suck out my cum!"
Denise's left hand dropped between Doug's thighs, toying with the wrinkled bag of his balls. At the same time, her right gripped the very base of his prick, squeezing and holding it in position as her mouth slobbered on his prick-knob.
She pursed her lips, drawing in her cheeks as she applied as much suction as possible to Doug's pulsing cock-meat. She began to roll her tongue all over the rosy knob of his cock, lapping up every drop of jism that oozed from his narrow cum slit.
"I ... oh fuck, I think I'm gonna cum now, Mrs. Jones!" Doug gasped. He pulled her hair and began to rock his hips as he stood before the bed, eagerly fucking her face with the steely stiffness of his prick. "Ungghhh! Oh Jesus, my balls feel like lead! I'm gonna pop my wad now! Ahhh fuck, any second, here it comes!"
Inhaling deeply, Denise pushed her head down hard, stuffing as much of Doug's cock as possible down her throat. She felt her pussy ache as his cock began to throb violently, swelling to total stiffness before spurting his thick cum.
"Oh fuck, Mrs. Jones!" Doug rammed his hips forward, stabbing almost half of his prick between her puckered lips. "Ahh ... ahh ... fuuuuck!"
A fountain of jism blasted from the tip of his prick, gushing down Denise's throat. It was followed by rhythmic, violent squirts of his cum.
Denise couldn't help dropping one hand between her legs, frantically fingerfucking her wet pussy as she tasted his thick salty fuck cream. In a second, he had unloaded more jism than her husband ever popped, but still his eager cock wouldn't stop squirting.
Denise slurped down as much of his delicious cum as she could get, but her little mouth couldn't hold the whole cum-load. Finally, she pulled his big, gushing prick out of her mouth and let him shoot the rest of his jizz all over her face, squealing with pleasure as she felt the warm droplets of cum spray her chin and neck and her enormous tits.
"Oh! Oh, God," Doug gasped. Drunkenly, he gazed down at his wet, still-throbbing cock, wincing as he felt the last drops of jism oozing from the tip. "Keep sucking my prick, Mrs.
Jones! My prick'll stay hard! I want to cum again!"
"No, Doug," Denise said quietly. "We've gone much too far to stop now. Now you get to fuck me."
Wiping the jism from her face with the back of her forearm, Denise rose to her feet. She pushed Doug onto his back on the bed. His massive prick stood straight out of his short, curly hairs, bobbing and weaving over his belly.
Denise felt the heat of lust churning in her hairy cunt as she lovingly gazed at his cock. "God, your prick is stiff, Douglas," she crooned. "Just like you never popped your wad at all."
Doug held his throbbing, swollen cock in his fist and stroked it shamelessly as he looked up at her, admiring her enormous tits that jutted almost obscenely from her slender frame, her long legs and her lithe hips that tapered to her hairy, wet cunt.
Sighing, Denise climbed onto the bed. She straddled her naked young lover, planting her knees onto the mattress to either side of his hips.
"I want to fuck you now, Doug," she panted hungrily, staring between her stiff-nippled tits at his huge prick. "I know what we're doing is wrong. I just can't help it anymore."
Fascinated, Doug studied her dripping pussy bush. He held his throbbing cock in his fist and lifted it to her pussy, rubbing his prick-shaft all over the pouting entrance to her cunt.
"Ungghhh!" Hotly, Denise bucked her ass, forcing the knob of Doug's prick securely into her dripping pussy. "That's right, lover! Fuck me now! My cunt's so wet, awwww fuck it! Fuck my pussy with your big, stiff cock!"
She rhythmically began to buck her ass, stuffing inch after inch of Doug's bloated cock into the encasing wetness of her fuck hole. Denise's expression clouded with the most intense desire she'd ever felt. It had been a long, long time since she'd felt a stiff, eager cock like this up her cunt.
Every inch of Doug's prick seemed to stuff her pussy, making her feel her cunt muscles as they gripped and squeezed the iron-like hardness of his prick-shaft. Denise shuddered and began to pump down much harder, forcing every inch of his drooling, pulsing cock into her pussy.
"Ungghhh! Oh, Mrs. Jones! That's so fucking good!" Doug writhed helplessly beneath her on the bed, unable to bear the intense pressure of her clinging, clamping pussy muscles around his cock. "You're making me cum again! I love your sweet cunt!"
"Fuuuuuuck me," Denise grunted. She paused with all of his prick inside her, repeatedly contracting her ass cheeks and moaning as she felt the crown of his prick pushing farther into her cunt. "Unghhhhh yes, do I need that! Fuuuuck meeeee! Oh Doug, fuck me haaaaaard!"
Denise leaned forward, making her enormous, tits swing over Doug's chest as she held his shoulders for support. Slowly, she lifted her ass, gasping as she felt his prick pull greasily out of her sucking cunt.
"Fuck me, Doug! Oh fuck me fuck me fuck me...
Denise sat back down on his prick, biting her lip and grimacing as his massive cock plowed back into her hairy cunt. Then she started fucking him, hard and fast. Her peach-shaped ass and big, spongy tits jiggled as she pumped her hot pussy onto his cock.
"Ungghhhh!" Clumsily but eagerly, Doug met her fuck strokes, lifting his ass off the bed, thrusting his aching, swollen prick in and out of her gurgling pussy. "Oh yes, Mrs. Jones! Your cunt's so tight! Oh shit, I can't hold my wad! You're making me cum!"
Denise was already so excited that she started fucking Doug as hard as she could, making the bed creak in protest as she pounded her cunt onto his cock. "I'm cumming too, Doug!" she panted. "Fuck me, lover! Oh yes, you hard stud! Make my cunt cream!"
Doug writhed on the bed, gasping with pleasure as the stacked housewife's hot pussy kneaded and squeezed his pi stoning cock. His hands came up, groping for her enormous tits. Her cunt burned as she felt his hands massaging her tits, pinching the nipples between his forefingers and thumbs.
"I'm cumming, Doug!" The ecstasy of having his stiff, thrusting cock fuck her had already put her over the edge. Denise clawed his shoulders and humped her ass as fast as she could. "Fuck me, lover! Unh, unh, fuck my cunt! Cumming-SHIT!
Ahhhhh, fuck it, I'm cuuuuuumiiiing!"
The spasms of her cumming pussy milked Doug's pulsing cock, making it impossible for the young boy to hold his wad any longer. With a satisfied groan, he lurched off the bed, slamming his jerking, drooling prick as far into her pussy as it would go. Then his groan changed to a sigh of intense pleasure as white spurts of jism cascaded from the knob of his cock.
Denise giggled shamelessly as she felt the teenager's cum shooting up her fuck hole; she flexed her pussy muscles, milking out every salty drop of jism. She'd finally cheated on her husband, and she didn't feel bad at all. She couldn't wait to fuck Doug again.