Unbelievable Summer

Chapter 1: Satisfying Summer Vacation.

Nicole Everett was a woman with a problem. She was trapped in a foundering marriage. Her husband, once a lusty lover, was paying less and less attention to her. She agonized over this state of affairs as she laid on a chaise lounge in her back yard next to the swimming pool while and a power mower hummed behind her. The mower's operator was Bobby Draper, a boy from the neighborhood who tended their lawn. Her husband used to tend to the lawn and most of the home maintenance, but for the past several years, he's been letting Bobby do the lawn and had been hiring people to paint and take care of the house. "I wish he'd pay someone to take care of me," Nicole thought and felt herself blushing as she did.

Nicole had seen Bobby looking at her with unabashed lust in his eyes on more than one occasion and today, more than ever, she found herself acutely aware of the young man's libidinous gaze. Knowing her good-looking young neighbor was following her every move with his adoring eyes gave her a thrill.

"My husband likes how Bobby tends his lawn, I wonder if..." she reflected, "...since Bobby is all grown up, there might be something else he'd be willing to help me tend."

The fact that she was entertaining lewd thoughts about her young neighbor caused Nicole a brief twinge of guilt. She tried to make herself think about other things, but despite her best efforts, her thoughts kept coming back to the teenager. "He's really grown into a nice-looking, young man," she thought. Then warnings flashed in her mind. "Maybe, but remember, he's young enough to be your son! He's only a senior in high school!"

While her conscience battled her sexual hunger for control of her thoughts, Nicole continued to gaze at the young man as he crisscrossed the lawn on the riding mower. She knew he couldn't tell she was watching him because she was wearing dark sunglasses.

Bobby did have a crush on his attractive older neighbor. Actually, he'd been smitten with Nicole Everett from the time he first became aware that girls were delightfully different from boys. In his opinion, the dark-haired woman whose lawn he was mowing was the most desirable female in the world.

When he showed up to mow the lawn today she'd greeted him wearing a snug-fitting tank top and equally tight jeans. The outfit displayed her lean, shapely body extremely well. So well, in fact, that Bobby had a hard time not staring at her. He couldn't believe how hot Mrs. Everett looked. She was almost his mother's age, but she looked a whole lot sexier than his mom ever did! She had to be six feet tall, and her height put emphasis on her slimness. Her legs were the longest, and nicest, Bobby had ever seen. Even though she had short gray hair, she still, in his opinion, was hot.

The young man almost fell off the mower when Mrs. Everett came out of the house a little while after he began cutting the grass. All she was wearing was a skimpy white bikini! As he watched her walk toward the swimming pool in the back yard, his breath caught in his throat and his heart started to pound. Her body was even more fantastic than he thought it was! Her belly was nearly flat and flawless and her legs were wonderful. Actually, the rest of her looked pretty damn good, too! Her breasts, though small, went perfectly with the rest of her build. Bobby gulped and kept staring at Nicole as he mowed.

Nicole waved at the young man then she settled herself on a chaise lounge next to the pool.

Bobby, not watching where he was going, almost ran the lawnmower into a flowerbed. His penis began swelling in his jeans. He continued guiding the mower around the yard, all the while keeping an eye on the lovely bikini-clad woman lying next to the pool.

Nicole was very cognizant of the young man's heated gaze. She lay there, watching him watching her, feeling surprisingly warm. She hadn't realized how warm the day was, especially since it wasn't that sunny.

When he finished mowing, Bobby put the mower in the shed next to the garage, then he walked to the pool to see if Mrs. Everett had anything else she wanted him to do - and to see her up close. He had problems walking. He should have worn a looser pair of jeans. When he reached the pool he sat down in a lawn chair next to Mrs. Everett.

"All done with the mowing, Bobby?" Nicole asked.

"Yeah." Bobby couldn't take his eyes off the woman lying on the chaise lounge. Her tiny white swimsuit barely covered her petite breasts - breasts he often dreamed of fondling - and the tiny bottom exposed most of her lean, yet wonderfully-formed hips and bottom. Her smooth tan skin gleamed with a slight film of perspiration.

Nicole saw the way Bobby was looking at her and felt more warmth spreading through her. "Do...do you like my new swimsuit, Bobby?" she asked softly.

"Um, ah, yeah! I sure do!" Bobby replied. He thought his voice sounded funny and wondered if Mrs. Everett noticed.

Nicole had heard the young man's voice breaking and was thrilled. "I've never worn it before," she purred.

Bobby knew he was staring, but couldn't stop himself. His penis hurt from the way his pants cut across it and sweat was pouring out of him. He grabbed the arms of the chair to keep Mrs. Everett from seeing that his hands were shaking.

"Bobby, would you mind terribly if I asked you to do me a favor?" Nicole asked.

"Um...ah...no...I...I wouldn't mind," Bobby stammered.

"I can't put suntan lotion on my back," she said. "Would you do it for me?"

"She wants me to touch her!" Bobby thought. His cock jumped. Hands shaking, he picked up the plastic tube of suntan lotion, fumbled it open, squeezed some of the lotion onto his hands, then he rubbed it between his hands to warm it before he applied it to Mrs. Everett. He slid off his chair and knelt next to the alluring woman, his chest heaving, his hands shaking.

Nicole watched - fascinated and excited - as the young man blundered with the lotion container. "He's nervous!" she realized, delighted. Smiling, she rolled on her belly.

When the lad began massaging the oily fluid into her back, Nicole almost jumped out of her skin. Every spot his hands touched tingled. Her body began to quiver. "I should have done this a long time ago!" she thought.

Bobby felt her trembling and took his hand away. "Am...am I hurting you, Mrs. Everett?" he asked. "The lotion isn't too cold, is it?"

"No! No!" Nicole replied. "It's fine, Bobby. Don't stop."

His hand slid over her back again, caressing her, exciting her more and more.

"That feels sooo good, Bobby," Nicole murmured. "I'm glad you were here. I hate having an uneven tan."

Bobby, massaging the oil into his neighbor's warm skin, was growing more and more uncomfortable. He had a serious problem. His penis was getting harder and harder. He wasn't sure how he was going to leave without Mrs. Everett seeing he had a hard-on. Maybe he could take a quick swim and make the damn thing go down before he left. Touching Mrs. Everett was wild! Her skin was soft, supple, and warm. He'd fantasized about her so long...

Bobby's incredibly soft, light touch soon had Nicole bubbling with excitement. It felt as if he was touching her insides! Passion seethed and simmered in her. Problem was, the young man was going to run out of places to put lotion if she didn't do something soon.

"Would you mind doing my legs, too, Bobby?" Nicole asked.

"Um, yeah, sure," Bobby croaked. He complied with her request gratefully, putting more lotion on his hands then rubbing it into her long, wonderfully shaped legs. He didn't want to stop touching her any more than she wanted him to.

"What am I going to do when he's finished with my legs?" Nicole thought. She didn't want the young man to leave. That would spoil everything. "Mowing the lawn is hot work," she said. "Would you like a cold drink, Bobby?"

Bobby, who felt as if he were about to have heat stroke, gulped and said, "Yeah, you want me to go in and get something?"

"Why don't we both go? I'm a little thirsty, too," Nicole commented. She rose gracefully to her feet. "Come on, let's get something cool to drink." She started toward the house.

Bobby stood up, tried to get his rigid dick arranged comfortably, then followed. The spellbinding undulation of Mrs. Everett's taut buttocks as she walked ahead of him did little to ease his discomfort.

When she reached the kitchen, Nicole got two cans of soda out of the refrigerator and handed one to Bobby. Their hands brushed, an electric jolt raced up her arm, and she jumped.

"I have to have him!" she thought. "I can't let him leave until I do!" She smiled. "Have you got a steady girl, Bobby?" she asked softly.

Bobby shook his head. "Ah, no, not really," he replied.

"You don't have problems getting dates, do you?" Nicole asked. "You are a very attractive young man."

"Um, no, not really, I guess," Bobby muttered. His jeans were getting tighter. He had to do something. His prick hurt. It felt as if the circulation to his cock was being cut off, and he was sure that wouldn't do him any good. "I...I gotta use the bathroom," he croaked.

"Certainly, Bobby," Nicole replied. "You know where it is." She'd noticed his swollen crotch and it excited her. He looked huge! She watched him walk out of the kitchen and heard him go up the stairs. If she was going to get what she wanted, it was time to act. She set her soda on the kitchen counter and started for the bathroom, walking softly.

Bobby, in agony, stood inside the bathroom. He unzipped his jeans and freed his distended penis. It felt harder than it had ever been before. He grasped it gently and groaned with pleasure. Glistening drops of pre-cum oozed from the tip of the swollen stave as his hand began moving on it. He closed his eyes and imagined it was Mrs. Everett's hand, not his, stroking his cock.

"Ohhhhh!!! Mrs. Everett! Yesss!!" he moaned softly.

The woman whose name the young man was calling opened the bathroom door carefully, trying not to make any noise. When she saw what was happening, her breath caught in her throat. Bobby was stroking his cock! And what a magnificent cock it was! Bobby's eyes were closed, so he was unaware of her presence.

Nicole heard him whisper her name and almost passed out. Bobby was imagining making love to her! He did want her! Shaking, her heart pounding, she moved toward him.

Bobby smelled suntan lotion, opened his eyes, and was shocked to see Mrs. Everett standing next to him, her eyes wide and hot.

"You really have grown up, haven't you, Bobby?" Nicole purred. "You're quite a man!"

Bobby couldn't move, couldn't talk.

"Let me do that," Nicole said. The long, slim fingers of her soft hand encircled his cock, replacing his. Licking her lips, she began stroking the young man's organ gently. She heard his breath catch and his hips jerked. She had to get him out of here. The bathroom was no place to do what she wanted to do.

"Come with me, Bobby, dear," Nicole whispered.

Holding the young man by his cock, she pulled him to his feet and led him out of the bathroom.

Bobby had no choice but to accompany Mrs. Everett. His body was on fire; his mind was a clutter of emotions.

Nicole couldn't get over how hard the young man's cock was, and how big! As they walked down the hall toward her bedroom, she slid her hand from the tip to the base and back again, massaging the sticky juices seeping from the slitted tip into the hot, veined shaft. She felt his legs quaking, saw how red his face was, and heard him gasping.

"He's so young, so beautiful!" she thought. "And so turned on!"

When they reached her bedroom, she guided Bobby to the bed and had him lay down. Then she stripped his jeans and sneakers off and looked at the swollen, fleshy rod straining toward the ceiling. "It's so beautiful!" she thought. "It's exactly what I need!" She bent and kissed it, bringing a cry of delight from Bobby. "I have to taste him!" she thought and parted her lips.

When Bobby's swollen, veined shaft slid between her lips, Nicole shuddered with excitement. She wanted to make him come, to feel his juices gushing into her mouth, to swallow them!

Bobby lay quaking, barely able to comprehend what was going on. He found it hard to believe that Mrs. Everett was sucking his cock, but she was! Thrills wilder than any he'd envisaged in his wildest fantasies coursed through him. If she kept doing what she was doing, he was going to come! And he was helpless to stop her!

Her mouth slid down over his erection and he felt heat and wetness engulf his cock. Unbearable thrills rocketed through him.

"Arrrrggghhhh!!!!!" he moaned, sound finally coming from him. "She's sucking me off!" his frenzied mind screamed. "Mrs. Everett really is sucking my cock!" It was too much. His body - deluged with pent-up passion - exploded. A geyser of his hot, sticky fluids spewed into Nicole's mouth.

"Mrs. Everettttt!!!" he groaned, "Ohhhhh!!!! Godddd!!!!"

Nicole swallowed all of the boy's come she could, but there was too much. Sticky fluids seeped out of her mouth and dribbled down her chin. She felt a delightful quiver run through her and realized she'd experienced a tiny orgasm, too. That surprised and delighted her.

Bobby's penis began to soften, but Nicole continued sucking and licking it. When it was completely limp and licked clean, she let the flaccid shaft slide from her mouth, sat back on her heels and smiled at Bobby.

"Was that good for you, Bobby?" she asked breathlessly.

"It was awesome!" Bobby replied. "It was unbelievable!"

Nicole stretched out in the middle of the bed.

Bobby slid over against her. "Nobody's...I never...nobody's done that to me before," he said.

Nicole stroked his face. "I'm glad I was first," she told him. She grinned. "You know, you can touch me if you'd like," she whispered.

Bobby began exploring her body, running his hands over her smooth, warm skin, loving the way she felt, feeling passion reasserting itself inside him.

Nicole was exultant. She felt excitement blossoming anew deep inside her. Bobby's touch was heavenly! So gentle! This was going to be the most wonderful day of her life! "Bobby! Oh, Bobby!" she murmured, covering his face with wet kisses. "Make love to me! Please, Bobby, make love to me!"

The young man peeled her swimsuit top off and gazed at her breasts. They were even more beautiful than he dreamed they'd be. Small and firm, they stood proudly atop her lean chest. The tips were capped by dark circles from which protruded large, erect nipples. His hand shaking, he touched one.

"Bobbeeeeee!!!" Nicole groaned. Thrills shot through her when the young man began to explore her breast. His lips engulfed a nipple and he began to suck it softly. Nicole thought she would come, right then and there! The young man's lips shifted from one nipple to the other and back. She writhed on the bed, moaning.

"Bobby!!! Bobby!! Bobbeeeeee!!!!" she wailed, her back arching, her body on fire. "Kiss them!!! Oh, God!! Kisssss themmmmm!!! Take me!! Please!! Take me!!" she cried, clutching at Bobby, her hips rising and falling, demanding fulfillment. "I need you in meeeeee!!!"

Bobby rolled atop her, yanked the swimsuit bottom off, and stared - wide-eyed and disbelieving - at what was bared to his feverish gaze. Her pussy, covered by a thick mass of matted, damp black hair, glistened with wetness brought about by rapture.

"Bobby, please!!!" Nicole groaned. She clutched at him and her hips rose, seeking him, "Take me, Bobby!!! I need you!!!"

His pulse pounding, Bobby slid between her out-spread legs and felt the tip of his re-invigorated cock brush the torrid dampness of her labia. He groaned softly, pushed forward, and felt the warmth of her vagina engulf his cock. Shivers of delight rippled up his spine as he slid into her.

"Yessssss!!! Oh, God!!! Yessssssssssssss!!!!!" Nicole groaned as Bobby's swollen cudgel slid into her, filling her, stretching her. She pushed her hips upward, welcoming him, inviting him deeper. This was sweeter than she imagined it would be! When the young man's pubic bone finally nudged hers, she felt filled fuller then she'd ever been! She couldn't believe how sublime it felt!

Bobby began sliding his erection in and out. None of his prior sexual experiences came close to this! Mrs. Everett's vagina rippled around his cock, milking him; her hips pressed against his, rocking him, building his passion to a fiery peak. He couldn't wait he had to come!

"Oh God!!! Oh God!! Can't wait!! I can't wait!!!" Bobby groaned. His juices came gushing out, flooding Nicole with warmth and wetness.

"Lover, lover, yesssssss!!!!" Nicole cried when she felt his hot cream dousing her insides. "My beautiful, beautiful young man!!! Yessss!!! Yessss!!! Give it to meeeee!!! Give it to meeee!! I'm commmmmminnngggggg!!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!! Yessssssss!!! Yesssssssss!!! Oh, yesssssssssssssssss!!!!!"

Their bodies struggled, exquisite sensations flashing between them until at last they had nothing more to experience. Spent, they lay in a warm embrace, both more satisfied than they'd ever been.

"You were wonderful!" Nicole exclaimed and kissed Bobby. "It's been so long since I've been this satisfied!"

Bobby didn't know what to say. He slid off her, pulled her into his arms, kissed her and, without intending to, they both dozed off.

Nicole was awakened by a tickling sensation. Disoriented, she sat upright and saw Bobby's hand stroking her softly rounded belly.

Bobby, startled by her sudden movement, pulled his hand away.

"That's all right, darling," Nicole said, "You surprised me. Don't stop! That feels wonderful!" She laid back and allowed herself to savor the sensations the young man's exploration of her body generated. Bobby's fingers moved over her love-slick vagina, prodding, seeking; once again fanning the fires of passion. Soon her hips were twisting and rising. She gasped and her body shook as his exploring fingers moved onto her clit.

"Did I hurt you?" Bobby asked. He looked at her, concerned.

"Oh, no, darling!" Nicole replied. "That's wonderful! Please don't stop!" She closed her eyes and let the sweet feelings rush over her, overwhelm her. Why hadn't she taken a young lover years ago? She felt Bobby's warm breath on her open, pulsing vagina, then her hips jolted upward as his tongue began to probe into her.

"Bobby!!!! Yessssssss!!!" Nicole keened, "Nobody's done that in so long!!! Eat meeeeeeee!!!!! Ahhhhh!!!! Eat meeeeee!!!! My sweet lover, eat meeeeee!!!!!"

Bobby had tried going down on a few of the girls he'd dated, but he was unprepared for Nicole's powerful reaction when he began eating her. She thrust her pussy against his mouth and he tasted her juices, mixed with his, and found the taste not at all unpleasant. His tongue lashed her silky surfaces; seeking, then finding her swollen clit. When he began licking it, her hips went wild. He had to grab her buttocks and hang on.

"Commmmminnngggggg!!!!! Ggggaaaaaaaaaa!!!! Oh Jesus!!! Oh Jesus!!!! I'm commminnngggggg!!!! Bobby!!!! Bobby!!!! Gggaaaaaaa!!!! Bobbbeeee!!!!" Nicole shrieked, her hands raking the sheets, her body convulsing with pleasure, as his lips and tongue brought her to another crashing orgasm.

Bobby was startled when Mrs. Everett's moans ceased and she went limp. At first he was scared he'd done something to hurt her but, as he watched her magnificent chest rise and fall, he realized she must have passed out. He gave her vagina one last kiss, then he snuggled against her and put his arm around her.

Bobby lay next to his slumbering lover, contemplating the good fortune that had befallen him that afternoon. Mrs. Everett was a fantastic lover! He'd never seen a woman as excited as she had been, and he was the man who made her feel that way. His self-confidence got a healthy boost. He knew instinctively this wouldn't be the last time he enjoyed her charms.

His penis was again erect, painfully so. He inspected Nicole's limp form, then smiled and rolled between her luscious legs once more. Grasping his cock in his hand, he drove it into her slippery warm opening.

At first Nicole thought she was dreaming. A hard penis was pounding into her, inflating a balloon of lust that was rapidly growing to the point of bursting into total bliss. She opened her eyes and saw Bobby's passion-filled face looming above hers. She was getting fucked. Well-fucked! It wasn't a dream at all! It was wonderfully real!

"Ohhhh, Bobby!!!" she murmured. She reached up, pulled him down against her and drove her tongue into his mouth. Their tongues dueled, inflaming them even more. "Yessss!!! Oh, darling, yessss!!" Nicole moaned. "Give me more!!!! Morrrreeeee!!!"

Bobby kept driving into her. Having come twice, he seemed tireless, even though Nicole's clutching cave sent fierce rushes of pleasure through him. He felt like he might never have to stop! Her body rocked up against his. The force of their coupling shook the bed, making it creak.

"I'm not sure I can make it again, love," Nicole whispered, pulling him down to kiss him again. "But don't stop! Oh, God, it feels so good!!!" Then she had an idea. "Let's do it doggie-style," she suggested.

They quickly changed position and Bobby's huge pole began to slide into her from the rear. He reached under her and grasped her dangling breasts, rolling the rigid nipples between his fingers. Nicole, startled, realized she could come again! In fact...

"Ohhhhhhh!!!!! Aggggainnnnnnnn!!!!! Ahhhhhhhhh!!!! Bobby!!!! Agggainnnnn!!! Oh God!!! I'm commingggg!!!! Againnnnnnnn!!!!!" she cried as she pushed back against him, feeling his thighs slap against her as she rode out another orgasm, perhaps her best one yet. "Yesssssss!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yessssssss!!! Yeeessssssss!!!!"

Bobby exploded, too, his cries of delight mixing withhers. "Gaaaaaaaa!!!!! Aggggghhhh!!!" he groaned, erupting into her.

Finally, sated, they collapsed onto the bed, Bobby once again lying spent atop Nicole's lush body. After a moment, he rolled off her, pulled her into his arms, and held her while he recouped his strength.

Later, wearing a fluffy robe, Nicole walked Bobby to the kitchen door. Before he went out, he turned, pulled her into his arms, cupped her bottom in his hands, and kissed her deeply. Then he released her and opened the door.

"Bobby?" Nicole said.

Bobby stopped and turned around. "Yes?"

"Do you think you could come by tomorrow and give me a hand cleaning the pool?" Nicole asked softly.

"You bet!" the young man replied, a wide grin on his face.

Chapter 2: More on Bobby Draper's fabulous summer vacation.

Bobby went back to the Everett house the next day and, once again, he and Mrs. Everett made love. If anything, the second love-making session wilder than their first. Bobby wasn't aware of the things in Mrs. Everett's life that resulted in her taking him as her lover, and he didn't really care. All he knew was that summer vacation had just begun and he had acquired a gorgeous adult lover. It looked as if this summer vacation was going to be more thrilling than any he'd had before. In fact, it already was.

A few days later, Bobby stopped to see his friend, Al Fargo. His friend, a year older, was in college, and Bobby hoped he and Al might be able to do some things together during the summer. And Al was one of the few people his age Bobby felt safe talking to so he wanted to tell his friend about his surprising good fortune with Mrs. Everett.

The fact that visiting Al meant Bobby would see his friend's mother was a little extra reason to stop at the Fargo home. Amber Fargo, Al's mother, was an attractive, full-bodied, woman who had shoulder-length wavy blonde hair. Next to Mrs. Everett, Bobby thought Mrs. Fargo was about the prettiest adult woman he knew. She and Al's father had been divorced for about a year.

Unaware that her son's friend was about to drop in for an unannounced visit, Amber Fargo, nude, stepped into the shower. Lately, she'd started to become aware of vague disquieting feelings in her body but was not very sexually experienced, so she was unaware that they were warning signals that her sexual needs had been denied for too long, she'd been able to ignore them, but as the days went by, the feelings grew more and more insistent.

Bobby never knocked when he went to Al's house and didn't this time. When he walked into the kitchen, he could hear the telephone ringing.

When Amber heard the phone ringing, she looked around for her robe and realized she'd left it upstairs in her bedroom.

"Oh, well," she thought, "I'm alone. I guess it's safe for me to go out like this." There was another phone just down the hall in the den. She stepped out of the shower, wrapped a towel carelessly around her naked body, raced down the hallway into the den, and grabbed the phone. "Hello?" she said.

The line was dead. Whoever it was had hung up. Frowning, Amber hung up the phone down, turned, started to walk back to the bathroom then she stopped. Had she heard someone in the kitchen? Panic filled her. Who was it? In order to get back to the bathroom she had to pass a doorway that would put her in full view of whoever was in the kitchen, if someone actually was there. The same thing would happen if she tried to get upstairs. What was she going to do?

"Is anybody home?" a male voice asked.

Amber recognized Bobby Draper's voice and relaxed a little. Bobby, her son's best friend, was a quiet, respectful young man. But she couldn't let him see her naked.

"Hello?" Bobby yelled. Amber heard his footsteps start to move down the hall.

"Ah...Bobby..." she stammered as she desperately tried to figure a way out of her predicament.

"Mrs. Fargo?" Bobby asked. He continued to move down the hall in the direction of her voice. "Are you all right?"

"I...I'm in...in back here, Bobby," Amber stammered. What was she going to do? "I...I'll be out in a minute."

"OK," Bobby said. He was puzzled. Mrs. Fargo's voice sounded funny. Was something wrong? "Are you sure you're OK, Mrs. Fargo?" he asked.

"I'm...I'm fine, Bobby" Amber replied. "I...it's just that..." What was she going to do, tell him he'd caught her naked?

"Can I help you with anything?" the young man inquired.

"Ah...Bobby...please...um...just stay...ah...in the kitchen?" Amber asked.

"You sure you're OK?" Bobby asked again.

"Bobby, I...I'm...I'm fine," Amber replied. She tried to sound firm. "Please, just do as I ask."

"Sure, Mrs. Fargo," he said. "I'll stay right here, in the kitchen." He pulled out a chair and sat down at the kitchen table to wait

Amber started down the hallway, toward the bathroom, but she was nervous and kept looking over her shoulder to check if Bobby had listened to her. As passed the hallway door she was looking back and didn't see the umbrella stand that stood just next to the door. She bumped into it and lost her balance. As she fell, she instinctively stuck her hands out to break her fall and when she did, she felt the towel drop from her. The next thing she knew, she was lying on the floor.

Bobby heard the thud as Mrs. Fargo fell, became worried, jumped to his feet, and headed for the place where the sound came from.

Amber saw him as he rounded the corner. His eyes widened when he saw her. "Bobby!" she exclaimed. She reached for the towel, but it was down near her feet. She laid there, staring up at the young man, who stared down at her, his mouth and eyes open wide.

"Mrs. Fargo...I..." Bobby stammered, "I...I..." Al's mother was naked! And did she ever have a dynamite body! His breath caught.

"Bobby!" Amber gasped. She tried vainly to cover herself with her hands. She had to get away from him, and get covered up, but she couldn't move. Why wouldn't her legs work? Frantic, she saw the avid look in the young man's eyes and, before she could stop them, yearnings she'd denied for so long began sweeping through her.

His heart pounding, Bobby took a step toward the naked woman and reached out a trembling hand to help her to her feet. "God! You're really beautiful, Mrs. Fargo!" he said softly, almost reverently. His eyes continued roaming over her lush, naked form. Her body was almost exactly the opposite of Nicole Everett's. Where Nicole was tall and lean, Mrs. Fargo was full and lush.

"Please...please...give...give me that towel, Bobby," Amber said.

"Ah...OK..." Bobby said. He picked up the towel and handed it to her. She managed to wrap it around her then she struggled to get her feet, trying to do it as modestly as possible under the circumstances. Once she was on her feet, Bobby reached for her.

"Bobby!" Amber exclaimed. She still couldn't move. "No! Don't!"

"Don't, what?" Bobby asked. He took a deep breath and laid his hand on her arm. His success with Mrs. Everett had emboldened him. If one adult woman wanted to sleep with him, why wouldn't others? As he moved nearer to his friend's naked mother, his legs shook and he struggled for breath.

Electricity shot up Amber's arm when the young man's hand touched her. "Bobby, no!" she murmured. Her protestation was weaker. Then the young man's hand began to move and she became aware that taboo feelings were beginning to unfold in her. Why was she reacting like this? This was wrong! My God! Bobby was her son's friend! He was younger than Al! Why was his touch making her feel like this? It was almost as if she had no willpower.

"Your skin's so soft," Bobby whispered. He became bolder, moving his hand toward her breast. If Mrs. Fargo didn't want him to touch her, she'd say so, he told himself. Since she wasn't trying to get away, and was moaning softly, it had to mean she wanted him to keep touching her. "And so warm, too," he continued.

Amber desperately wanted to tell the young man to stop, but couldn't make herself say the words, and couldn't move. What he was doing to her felt good! Too good! Her arms fell to her sides and she stood there, quivering, as the boy's hands wandered over her bare flesh. Her legs went weak and her magnificent chest began to heave. She sighed softly.

Bobby couldn't believe his friend's mother was letting him do this! Her breasts were gigantic compared with Mrs. Everett's and her nipples were equally large. "Your nipples are getting hard," he said softly. "You're turned on, aren't you?" He rubbed his thumbs over her erecting nipples.

When Bobby stroked his thumbs over her nipples, the feelings that rocketed through Amber were so delightful she was afraid she'd faint. She knew now she couldn't stop him, even though letting him continue was wrong. She didn't care! It had been so long since anyone made her feel this wonderful! She had no idea why this awful, wonderful thing was happening, but since it was, she might as well enjoy it.

Bobby's hand slid down over Mrs. Fargo's gently rounded belly and moved between her quivering legs.

"God!" he whispered, his voice filled with awe, when he touched her vagina. "You're really wet!"

Amber groaned. Bobby Draper, her son's friend; a young man whose diaper she had once changed, was touching her in ways she shouldn't be letting him touch her and it was making her crazy, driving her wild with need! She couldn't remember the last time she'd been this turned on! She loved and hated what was happening!

Bobby's finger probed Mrs. Fargo's juice-soaked vagina, seeking to enter her. He knew he shouldn't be doing this, but she was sure acting like she wanted him to keep touching her! His explorations grew more avid. He sensed that he had to keep going. He was sure if he stopped, he'd never wind up in bed with her. And right now, there was nothing he wanted more than to wind up making love with her.

Amber found it impossible to think coherently. She felt the young man put his arm around her then he began to lead her down the hallway, toward her bedroom. She was beyond talking and felt Bobby's hands continue to move over her insistently, making her wilder and wilder with need. His caresses were keeping her from thinking about how wrong what they were doing was. Her legs were shaking so hard she could barely walk.

They walked into the bedroom and Bobby led Amber to the bed she'd only ever shared with one man, her ex-husband. She sat down on the edge of the bed, then laid back, both excited and scared. She watched, gasping for breath, as Bobby opened his pants, pushed them down, then moved toward the bed. His erection stuck out in front of him like a horizontal flagpole, and bounced as he moved toward her. It was larger than her husband's the largest penis she'd ever seen.

Amber struggled for breath as the young man came nearer to the bed. This really was happening! But there was still time to stop! Then his naked body was lying next to hers and she felt the wet tip of his cock brush her leg. She groaned as powerful craving filled her. She knew, then, she had neither the intention nor the ability to make him stop.

Bobby began exploring Mrs. Fargo's delectable anatomy. Her full body, while equally lovely, was considerably different from Mrs. Everett's.

Amber writhed, mewling with delight, as the young man's hand slid gently over her bare skin. She found his caresses incredibly gentle. When he bent down and captured a thick, turgid nipple with his lips and sucked it, her back arched and her hands went to his ears and pulled his face against her. His hands kept moving over her, delving into the cleft between her legs, feeling the wetness of lust in her crinkly pubic hair. She thrust her hips up, welcoming his touch.

Bobby didn't disappoint her. His fingers parted her slick, silken labia and drove inside, making her moan even louder. Unable to control herself, Amber began fucking the young man's fingers while his lips moved from one straining nipple to the other.

Bobby shifted position so his lips could trace a path down over Mrs. Fargo's belly. As they did, he lavished attention on her navel, bringing squeals of delight from her while her hips continued thrusting onto his invading fingers.

"Yessss!!! Oh, Yesssss!!!" Amber hissed through clenched teeth, her body quaking with approaching orgasm. She no longer cared whether what they were doing was wrong or not! She hadn't felt this wonderful in ages!

Bobby kissed through her lush pubic thatch, found her swollen clit, and sucked it into his mouth.

"Yes!!!!! Yessssssssssss!!!! Yessssssssssssss!!!!" Amber's shrieks of delight rose to a crescendo and her thighs clasped his hand. Her hips gyrated in wild circles and humped up and down on the bed.

At last Mrs. Fargo's cries of ecstasy waned and she sagged back on the bed. Bobby, his face smeared with her effluent, slid up next to her, snuggled against her warm body and embraced her. He kissed his friend's mother then rolled on top of her.

Amber felt the young man's hand slide between them, then the hot head of his rigid shaft was poking against her aching opening. Slowly, the swollen wand began entering her. It was big! She groaned as it began to slide in, filling her, stretching her, making her feel terribly good.

"You're so tight!" Bobby exclaimed as his loins surged toward hers.

When he was all the way in, Bobby began to move. Each stroke electrified Amber. Each deep thrust of his rigid organ caused her to soar toward plateaus of delight she hadn't visited in a long, long time.

"Yeah! Oh, yeah!!!" Bobby groaned. His face and neck were red with exertion and passion as he buffeted Mrs. Fargo with increasing urgency. "Oh, God!" Making love with her was as good as it was with Mrs. Everett!

Amber couldn't believe she was allowing this to happen, or what a wonderful experience it was! It kept feeling more and more sublime! If Bobby kept moving the way he was, she was liable to...

"Bobby!!!!! Oh, God!!!! Oh, Goddd!!!" Amber cried, reaching for him, clawing at him, as unbridled sensations of orgasm ripped through her. "Oh, God!!! Oh, God!!! I'm coming!!!!! I'm commminnnnggggg!!!!!"

"Yeah!!!!" Bobby groaned in reply. "Me, too!!! Here it comes!!! Take it!!! Take it!!!"

When his hot juices bathed her insides, Amber was wracked by still more intense sensations of delight. "Yessssss!!!!! Ohhhhh!!!!! Yessss!!!!" she cried, her body striving against his, seeking all the pleasure she could get.

Then he was gone, his magnificent pole taken from her, leaving her feeling terribly empty.

Bobby laid next to her on the bed. Amber, still feeling guilty that she'd allowed this to happen, nevertheless allowed him to pull her into his arms.

After lying in Bobby's arms for a while, Amber turned so she was facing him, her breasts pressing against his chest. She wanted to tell him that this was wrong, and that they had to stop now, before anything more happened, but Bobby didn't give her a chance. He kissed her and his tongue slid into her mouth. Amber met it with hers and, while their tongues dueled, any thoughts she might have had about stopping vanished.

While he and Mrs. Fargo kissed, Bobby once more felt familiar reactions happening deep inside him.

Amber's reservations about what she was doing with the young man fled completely. She didn't want him to leave. She wanted to make love with him again. She kissed his chest, her soft lips moving over his nipples, stiffening them. She sucked him like he'd sucked her moments before and was delighted by his intense response. Her soft hands continued exploring the young man's body, sliding over his ass cheeks, making them tighten with involuntary spasms.

"Do you like that, Bobby?" she asked.

"Uh-huh!" Bobby replied. He sure did! His cock, risen again, was pressing against her belly.

Amber rolled atop him, trapping his erection between them. "You want me again, don't you, Bobby?" she murmured, thrilled by the discovery that he was hard again.

"I...I sure do!" he gasped.

"I want you, too. Isn't it wonderful?" Amber whispered and began moving her hips. Her wet opening caressed the shaft of his cock, sending bolts of excitement into both of them. "Oh, God, Bobby, I need you again!" she gasped. She reached between them, grasped him, and quickly urged him inside her.

Bobby felt Mrs. Fargo's tight channel engulf his cock once again. Then she began moving.

"Oh, God!!!" Amber cooed, "I love this!!! I really do!!!" Faster and faster her hips moved, causing his cock to whip around inside her, stirring her as much as it stirred him, judging from the flush spreading over her body. Once more, her moans grew in intensity and pitch, and her body began trembling. "Yes!!! Yessss!!! Yessssss!!! Yesssssss!!! Oh, yessssssssssssssssss!!!!!!!! Oh, yessssssssssssssssss!!!!!!!!!!" she screamed, her full hips going wild, her magnificent body shaking.

Bobby, groaning with bliss, shot hot jets of sticky cream into her, filling her to overflowing, as they once more shared a blissful, mutual orgasm.

"Ohhhhhh!!!" Amber murmured happily as they lay in a warm embrace after they finished. "Oh, Bobby!! That was so wonderful!!!"

"It sure was!" Bobby agreed.

Amber kissed him and giggled softly. "You know, I'm glad you surprised me today!" she said.

Bobby grinned. "Yeah, I am, too," he told her.

They lay cuddling a little longer. Bobby finally sat up. "I...I'm sorry," he said, "but I have to go. I...ah...my mom said she was going to have supper ready early tonight."

Amber kissed him and smiled. "That's OK," she said. She caressed his face softly. "You can stop by any time you want."

Bobby kissed her. "I sure will," he said.

Amber lay there, watching the young man dress. Then he kissed her and left the room. She heard the kitchen door slam behind him.

Amber stayed in bed, thinking about how wonderful her unexpected afternoon encounter had been. It could be very nice having someone like Bobby in the neighborhood, she thought.

Chapter 3: Good things keep happening to Bobby Draper.

Bobby was walking home from the mall a few days after his visit to Mrs. Fargo's house. He was supposed to go to Mrs. Everett's the next day. Mrs. Everett called and told Bobby's mother she needed help cleaning weeds out of her flower beds, but the young man knew what she really wanted help with. He and Mrs. Everett would probably be doing something in a bed, but not a flowerbed.

He was half way home when a car pulled up beside him and stopped. Kim Grasso, a girl he knew from school, smiled out the open passenger window at him. "Hi, Bobby, want a ride?" she asked.

"Ah, sure, I guess so," Bobby replied. He never expected to get an invitation like this from Kim. She was a couple of years older than he was and never paid him much attention in school.

Bobby wasn't aware that some days earlier, Kim overheard her mother's best friend, Nicole Everett, describing her affair with a younger man to Kim's mother. Mrs. Everett had described what was going on in some detail and what she said aroused Kim's interest. Although Mrs. Everett didn't disclose the name of the young man she was having the affair with, Kim knew Bobby Draper did chores for the Everetts and decided he had to be the one her mother's friend had been talking about. Hearing Bobby's sexual prowess described in such glowing terms intrigued and excited Kim, who made up her mind to find out if he was as good in bed as Mrs. Everett said he was.

She and her best friend Paula Wilton were driving down the street when Kim spotted Bobby walking along the sidewalk. She got Paula to stop. Kim, quite the sexual adventuress, didn't mind that Paula was along; she figured three would have a lot more fun than two.

Bobby looked at Kim. She wasn't exactly pretty, but there was something about her he found intriguing and sexy. She had dark brown hair, always fixed just right, very nice breasts, and an ass that made his mouth water. Her smooth skin was always tan, no matter what time of year.

Smiling, Kim got out of the car to let him in. He surveyed her and his eyes widened. Her admirable body was clad in navy-blue dress with white polka dots all over it, made of a silky material, and held up by two spaghetti straps that ran over Kim's gorgeous shoulders. Bobby swallowed hard. She was dynamite!

"Get in, Bobby," Kim said.

The young man slid into the wide front seat of the station wagon and saw the attractive, slim blonde sitting behind the steering wheel. He recognized Paula Lawson, a friend of Kim's. Like Kim, Paula was a cheerleader in the high school Bobby attended. One year, Paula had been homecoming queen. Bobby, a freshman at the time, never dreamed he'd get to talk with her, never mind sit next to her in a car.

Paula had a very lovely face, a slim, athletic body, and long straight blonde hair that hung almost to her hips. She was wearing perfume and the scent filled Bobby's nose. Turmoil began in his groin.

Paula turned and smiled at him. "Hi, Bobby," she murmured. Her voice was silky, soft and husky.

Bobby couldn't believe it! He'd always regarded Paula as unattainable! He didn't think the fact she and Kim had stopped to give him a ride meant anything. Just the same, being in the same car with the two gorgeous girls was an opportunity Bobby never imagined he'd have.

Once Bobby was in the car, Kim slid in next to him, closed the door, and they started off. When Paula turned left instead of right at the next corner, Bobby realized they were heading away from his house, not toward it.

"Where are we going?" Bobby asked nervously.

Kim patted his leg. "I had an idea you might like to get out with kids your own age," she whispered, leaning over and putting her lips close to his ear. "From what I hear, you've been busy this summer, haven't you?"

"Ah...I...I guess so," Bobby replied. He wasn't sure what Kim was talking about. He also wasn't sure whether the fact Paula's slim leg was pressed against his on one side and Kim's on the other, meant anything; whether it did or not, the pressure of the girls' legs, plus Kim's sultry comment, caused his cock to stiffen in his pants.

"Paula works at the mall with me," Kim commented as they drove down a lonely country road just outside Jamestown.

Bobby looked at the girl behind the wheel. Paula had on a white sweater that buttoned down the front and a white mini-skirt. She had terrific legs, which were well displayed by the short skirt.

"Where are we going?" he asked.

"Don't worry, Bobby," Kim said. She laid her hand on his leg and stroked it. "You're safe with us. Paula and I will take very good care of you." Her comment did little for the young man's composure.

"You know me, don't you, Bobby?" Paula asked. Bobby jumped when the blonde's hand fell lightly onto his other leg. "I wouldn't do anything you didn't want me to."

Bobby's mind was racing and his body felt as if it were on fire. What was going on? What were Kim and Paula up to? Paula squeezed his leg, then her hand slid upward. Bobby gasped when the young woman's hand traced the outline of his stiffened cock.

"You weren't making it up, were you, Kim?" Paula murmured, her voice sounding a bit hoarse. "He's everything you said he was. And more! No wonder Mrs. Everett likes fucking him!"

"Ah..." Bobby was unable to speak. Kim and Paula knew what he was doing with Mrs. Everett! Although that discovery bothered him, the fact that Paula, lovely, unattainable Paula, had her hand on his cock forced concern over their knowledge of his activities with Mrs. Everett into the background. This was unbelievable!

"Wait..." Kim said. Her hands went to the waist of Bobby's slacks and opened them. She got the zipper down, reached inside and fished Bobby's rigid cock out of its confinement. She gave the swollen rod a few delightful strokes then she took Paula's hand and placed it on the swollen organ.

"Holy Shit!" Kim exclaimed. "Jeez, Paula, you ought to see this thing!"

"Ahhhhh!!!!" Bobby squirmed and groaned. This was so wild! He couldn't see straight, couldn't think straight!

Paula took hold of his cock, too. "My God!" she whispered, "It's awesome! Bobby, you are really something!"

"Pull in up there, Paula," Kim whispered as her hand slid under Bobby's shirt and began gliding over his bare skin. Her fingers found and teased his nipples, sending pinpricks of delight into him. Wild sensations coursed through him. His cock felt as hard as steel!

Bobby wasn't sure where they were and no longer cared. He felt the car turn, but what the girls' hands were doing made it impossible for him to think or see straight.

The car stopped. There was a whirring sound and the electric seat slid back, then Paula turned to Bobby and her lips covered his while her hand continued pumping his prong. Her tongue lashed into his mouth and his met it.

Meanwhile, Kim was unbuttoning his shirt. She pushed it open and her lips took the place of her hands teasing his nipples.

Bobby thought he'd been turned on before, but that was nothing like what he was experiencing right then! Two gorgeous females were making love to him!

He couldn't remain passive, so while his tongue dueled with Paula's, he laid a hand on her leg and slid it under her mini-skirt. Her lean, lovely legs parted and he discovered she wore nothing under the tiny skirt! His fingers found her vagina and she gasped into his mouth.

His other hand moved under Kim's dress and he began teasing her vagina through her silky panties. Bobby had never been in a more hedonistic situation. Two women were making him crazy and he was doing his best to return the favor. The interior of the car began to heat up and the windows began fogging. The car was big, but things were still crowded as the three young people groped each other's bodies.

"This isn't going to work!" Paula complained. "There's not enough room." Her hand still clutched and squeezed Bobby's cock.

Bobby's finger plunged in and out of Paula's pussy, his thumb rubbing her clit, while he afforded Kim the same attention.

"Let's go outside!" Paula groaned. "There's a blanket in the back seat."

Bobby continued to slide his finger in and out of Kim's fluttering pussy while she leaned over the back of the seat, showing him a delightful amount of bare leg and hip. "Got it," she said then she opened the door and slid out.

When Kim got out of the car, Paula pushed Bobby back on the seat, crawled atop him, and her lips again melded to his. Her legs pressed against his and Bobby could feel her pussy rubbing his cock. He wanted her desperately!

"Hey, come on!" Bobby heard Kim say, "Don't be greedy, Paula! I've got the blanket spread out. There's room for all of us on it!"

Bobby and Paula crawled out of the car and joined an already-naked Kim on the blanket.

The two women fell on Bobby once more. Lips covered his cock while hands roamed over his body, stripping what remained of his clothing from him. Bobby was so aroused he wasn't sure who was touching what part of his body or with what.

Bobby had a surfeit of lovely female flesh to explore. Paula's breasts, he discovered to his delight, felt different from Kim's. Kim's were large, full and spongy, while Paula's were small and hard, with tiny nipples that grew very long when the girl was excited, which she was right then.

There were other differences, too. Paula's legs were slim, long, and firm; while Kim's were thicker and more rounded. The contrast between the two girl's gorgeous bodies served to excite Bobby all the more.

"Ahhhhh!!!" he groaned. Someone, he wasn't sure who because his eyes were closed when it happened, sank onto his cock. He opened his eyes and looked. He was fucking Paula! Or, more correctly, she was fucking him! As her hips pounded down against him, Bobby watched Kim's hands move over her friend's body. She stroked Paula's flat belly and teased her rigid nipples. Paula's eyes were closed and her hair tossed wildly as she bounded up and down on Bobby's deeply impaled cock.

"Ohhhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhhh!!!" the lithe blonde whimpered, her body shaking, her pussy vibrating around Bobby's cock. "Yesssssssssss!!!! Yesssssssss!!! Oh, God!!!! Oh, God!!! Oh, God!!! This feels so goooooooooddddddd!!! Ohhhhhhhh!!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhh!!! I can't wait!!!! I can't wait!!! I gotta come!! I gotta!!! Gahhhhhhhh!!!!!! Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!"

Bobby watched Paula's body spasm frantically while Kim twirled her friend's clit. He couldn't believe what he was seeing! He couldn't wait. Like an over wound spring, his body released. "Unnnnnnnggggggggg!!!!!" he grunted, his hips thrusting upward, his cock spraying a shower of hot semen into Paula.

Paula kept going so long, Bobby wondered if she'd ever stop coming. Finally she kind of folded up and fell onto the blanket next to them, then laid still. Bobby looked over at her, unsure what had happened.

"Don't worry," Kim told him, kissing him. "She just fainted. It happens sometimes when she has a good come." She tugged at Bobby's head. "Eat me! I want to come, too!" she murmured. She laid back on the blanket, her legs spread.

Even though he'd just had a powerful orgasm, Bobby was still turned on. He rolled over, dove between Kim's outspread legs, and began licking her tasty pussy. He slid one finger, then two, into her dripping hole while he sucked her clit.

Kim went wild, her body writhing and shaking. "Bobby!!! Oh, jeeeeeezzzzzz!!! Oh, jeeeeeeeezzzzz!!! Eat meeeeeee!!!! Gahhhhhhhhhhh!!! Eat meeeeee!!! Oh, shit!!! Oh, shit!!! Oh, shit!!! Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Oh, yeahhhhhhhhh!!!" she cried. Her hands clamped around his head, forcing his mouth tighter against her as her body shook and strained.

Finally Kim lay spent, along with Bobby, whose head rested on her soft belly. Paula still lay where she fell; oblivious to what had taken place next to her.

"That was incredible!" Kim gasped, still not completely in control of her breathing. "Bobby, you are something else!"

Bobby wasn't finished. Not by a long shot. Eating Kim had revitalized his cock. Once again it was hard as a rock! "Get on your knees!" he told Kim.

"What?" Kim asked. She moved her leg and felt his hard cock. "My God, Bobby! You're hard again!" Quickly, she turned and knelt on the blanket, presenting her beauteous ass to him. Her body, covered with a light sheen of perspiration, glowed in the bright moonlight.

Bobby moved behind her, gripped his cock in his hand, centered it on her sopping opening then slammed it into her lovely body.

"Oh, yeah!! Oh, yeah!!!" Kim groaned as Bobby pounded into her. "God! I love this! Oh, yeah!!!"

Having come once, Bobby had staying power. He gripped Kim's full hips and drove into her slowly, steadily, loving the sound of his legs slapping against hers, enjoying the sweet sensations growing in his body as his cock probed her, sliding smoothly in and out of her hot channel.

"What are you guys doing?" Paula asked groggily, finally awakening from her passion-induced torpor. "My God! You're fucking!" She slid under Kim and began sucking her friend's nipples.

Kim went wild. Her back arched, her body shook. Her hand slid over her companion's flat belly, between Paula's slim legs, and began plunging into the blonde's pussy. Paula's body arched and Bobby could hear her moans, muffled by the breast flesh in her mouth. A more erotic sight he'd never seen.

"Aw shit!! I gotta come!!! Nowwwwwwwwww!!! Gahhhh!!! Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" Kim shrieked, her body writhing. "Can't stopppppp!!! Gahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Gahhhhhhhhh!!!"

Kim's frenzied movements pulled Bobby over the edge. His fingers dug into her soft hip flesh while his seed gushed into her pussy. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Paula's body writhing and straining as she joined them in orgasm.

"That was the most intense fucking I ever did," Paula whispered afterward.

The threesome snuggled together on the blanket for a while. Bobby found that having a lovely naked woman on either side of him was not in the least unpleasant.

"Bobby, you are the best I ever had!" Paula whispered. She kissed him on the cheek and snuggled closer to him.

"Yeah," Kim said. "He sure knows how to use his cock, doesn't he?"

"I'll say!" Paula whispered. "God! When I was coming it felt like I was gonna explode in a million pieces!"

When their strength returned, they got dressed, got back in the car, and headed home.

"We have to do this again, soon," Paula said, stroking Bobby's leg. "Don't you agree, Bobby?"

"I sure do!" he said.

Chapter 4: Bobby Draper doesn't get much rest but he does get...

"I'm going down to the mall for a while," Bobby told his mother a few days after his encounter with Kim and Paula. He was kind of hoping he might bump into the girls at the mall.

"Can you drop something off at Helen's house on your way?" his mother asked him.

"No problem," Bobby replied. He didn't mind doing his mother a favor. Helen Parker lived on the way to the mall anyhow. She was his mother's best friend and a woman Bobby never entertained sexual fantasies about. She was slim, had curly dark hair she let hang to her shoulders, wore glasses, was kind of plain, and didn't have much in the way of breasts. She also wore little or no makeup and dressed plainly, in very loose clothes. There was nothing whatever sexual about her.

After he finished breakfast, he walked to Mrs. Parker's house carrying the item his mother wanted him to deliver. As he got near the house, he saw a car he didn't recognize sitting in the driveway behind Mrs. Parker's car. He went around to the back of the house and knocked on the door. Nobody answered his knock, but since he was knocking on the porch door and the inside doors and windows were closed and the air conditioner was running, that didn't surprise him. As he'd done many times before, he let himself in and laid the item he'd brought on the kitchen table. He was about to leave when he heard voices.

"Nobody's around and nobody will be," he heard Mrs. Parker say, "We've got the house to ourselves all afternoon." Her voice had a conspiratorial tone.

Bobby, wondering who Mrs. Parker was talking to, moved quietly down the hallway toward the living room until he reached a spot where he could see into the living room but couldn't be seen. He got the shock of his life when he saw who was with his mother's friend and what they were doing.

Mrs. Helen Parker, wearing a loose pale blue housedress that buttoned all the way down the front and had an ankle-length skirt, was standing in the living room next to a tall, balding, somewhat pudgy black man Bobby had seen before. He called himself Deacon Perkins, was connected with one of the fundamentalist churches in town, and was involved in a lot of community activism. His actions had gotten a lot of coverage in the local papers and on TV. As the wide-eyed young man watched, his mother's friend moved into the man's arms, went up on tiptoes, and their lips locked. The man cupped Mrs. Parker's bottom and pulled her against him. The young man could hear them groan as they pressed against each other and their kiss continued.

"I know I'm gonna hate myself," Deacon Perkins gasped when the kiss ended, "but, Lord help me, Helen, I can't stop! Being near you is makin' me crazy!"

"You have the same effect on me, my love," the woman purred. She sank to her knees and unzipped the man's fly.

Bobby's heart began to pound when he realized Mrs. Parker was going to give the her partner a blowjob. He watched a look of ecstasy form on the man's face when the woman fished the man's cock out and began caressing it with her mouth.

"He isn't all that big," Bobby thought. "Heck, I'm bigger than he is."

"Helen!!! Ohhhhhh!!!!" the man groaned passionately as his ebony shaft slid in and out of the kneeling woman's mouth, "God, woman, you sure do make me feel good!"

Bobby's cock lurched in his jeans. He felt his chest tightening and his legs getting a little shaky.

The man's legs got visibly wobbly while the woman worked on his cock with her mouth. He leaned back and clutched the back of a chair for support. "My Lord, woman, that feels so damn good!" he crooned. His hands tangled in her hair, pulling her face against him while his hips thrust frantically, fucking his cock into her mouth.

As he watched Mrs. Parker suck the man's cock, Bobby reached inside his pants and gripped his own stiffening organ in his hand. He never expected to see anything like this at Mrs. Parker's house!

"Helen!!! My Lord!!!!" Deacon Perkins moaned, "I don't want to come like this!!! I want you!!!!"

The woman let the man's cock slide from her mouth and grinned up at him. Her eyes were bright with lust. "You want me, do you, Deacon?" she murmured.

"Lord 'a mercy, I surely do!!!" the over-wrought man groaned. He dropped to his knees, pulled Mrs. Parker into his arms, and kissed her. "I gotta have you!!" he gasped when the kiss ended.

"Take me, then!" Mrs. Parker exclaimed. She turned so her back was to the man, kneeled forward, then reached behind her and flipped up her skirt.

Bobby was shocked to see that Mrs. Parker wasn't wearing any underwear! He had his cock out of his pants now and his hand was moving over the erect organ rapidly.

"Ohhhhhhh, sweet Jesus!!!!" Deacon Perkins moaned. He thrust his cock into Mrs. Parker and his thick fingers dug into her hips. He began to pound into her like a mad bull, causing her body to quiver and shake with the force of his thrusts. Bobby could hear the man's legs slap against Mrs. Parker's as his cock plumbed her depths. His hand moved on his penis almost as fast as Deacon Perkins's hips were moving.

"Yes!!! Oh, yes!!!!!" Mrs. Parker groaned. Her fingers raked the thick shag carpet on the living room floor while her body quivered under her lover's lusty onslaught. "Harder!!! Yes!!! Give it to me!!! Harder!!! Harder!!!!" She pushed her bottom back against the man's invading cock. "Deacon!!! Yesss!!!! Uhh!!!! Take me!!! Take me!!!! Now!!!! Oh!!! Oh!!!! Nowwwwwwwwwwww!!!!!" the lust-possessed woman cried, her body arching and bucking.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!!" the man cried, his face beet-red. His fingers dug into Mrs. Parker's flesh when he spewed his hot cream into her.

When the couple in the living room came, so did Bobby. His seed spurted onto the floor of the hallway. His legs were a little weak, so he leaned against the walll. He wondered if, somehow, he could think of a way to get Mrs. Parker to let him fuck her. Maybe, if he told her he knew about her and Deacon Perkins... No. He couldn't do that.

"Oh, Lordy! We were like a couple of animals in heat!" Deacon Perkins exclaimed breathlessly as he and the woman clutched each other, temporarily sated.

Mrs. Parker emitted a throaty laugh. "I've always dreamed of doing something wild like this," she said and kissed her partner. "I'm glad we did it."

"My Lord, Helen!" the man breathed.

Mrs. Parker began stroking her lover's flaccid, sticky cock. "We do have the house to ourselves for the afternoon. I don't want to waste a minute of it."

Deacon Perkins groaned and rolled his eyes. "I never known a woman like you!"

"Let's go in the bedroom," Mrs. Parker said. She stood up and urged Deacon Perkins to his feet. "As much fun as this was, it's a lot nicer in bed, isn't it?" She giggled. "It's hard on the knees this way." She started down the hallway unbuttoning her dress as she went.

"Oh, Lord, yes!" the man said. He followed Mrs. Parker down the hall.

Bobby stepped back into the room behind him - a spare bedroom - and pushed the door closed quietly, letting them pass. He didn't want to be discovered, not now. When he was sure Mrs. Parker and her lover were out of the hallway, he opened the door, moved noiselessly down the hall, and put his ear against Mrs. Parker's bedroom door.

"Eat me, Deacon!" he heard Mrs. Parker beg. "Lick my pussy!"

The next thing the young man heard were her moans of delight. Apparently Deacon Perkins was following her instructions.

Bobby carefully opened the bedroom door a little bit and peeked into the bedroom. The first thing he saw was that both people in the room were nude. Mrs. Parker was lying on the bed and Deacon Perkins, his massive black body a stark contrast to Mrs. Parker's pale one, was kneeling between her slim legs and had his face was buried in her pussy.

Bobby's cock surged. This was better than that porno movie he and his friends rented one time! Actually, Mrs. Parker wasn't bad-looking nude. Her legs were slim and not flabby, and as far as Bobby could tell, the rest of her body was in pretty good shape, too.

Her breasts were small and had flattened a little because she was lying on her back, but she had the biggest nipples he'd ever seen and they were hard as rocks. "God, I'd love to get one of those nipples in my mouth!" Bobby thought. As he watched, his mother's friend grabbed her breasts and began to pull on her nipples and cry out in ecstasy while the black man's mouth worked on her pussy. "Yes!!! Oh, Deacon, yes!!!!!" she cried as the man punished her clit and vagina with his lips and tongue. "Yes, Deacon!! Yes!! That's itt!!! Ahhhhhhh!!!!! I'm cumming!!! Oh Deacon!!!! Deaconnnnnnnnnn!!! Deaconnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!!!!!!!" Her hips rose off the bed, gyrating wildly, and her hands tore at the bedcovers.

From his vantage point in the doorway, Bobby could see that Deacon Perkins had been re-vitalized. His cock was as stiff as it had been when Mrs. Parker was sucking it.

As Bobby watched, wide-eyed, the man crawled atop Mrs. Parker's still-spasming body and jammed his rigid shaft into her. Once he was all the way in her, his hips went wild and he slammed against her like a jackhammer. "Ahhh!!!!" Deacon Perkins cried after what seemed like just seconds of frantic motion. He pressed his middle against Mrs. Parker's as he spewed more spend into her.

"Uhhhh!!!!!! Nnnnahhhhhhhh!!!!! So hot!!!! Yes!!!!! Oh, yes!!!!!!" Mrs. Parker cried, her hands pulling the man down onto her breasts, her legs thrashing. "Again!!!! I'm doing it again!!!! Yessssssssss!!!!!!!"

When he finished, Deacon Perkins rolled off and lay next to Mrs. Parker, staring at the ceiling. "I...I don't know what I'm gonna do," he said softly, his voice cracking. "What we're doing...it...it goes against everything I believe. Lordy, Lordy, it's...it's a sin! We're married, both of us. We're gonna burn in hell for what we're doin'. We really are!" He began to sob.

Mrs. Parker rolled on her side, her small breasts moving enticingly, and stroked the sobbing man's face. "We're not hurting anyone, Deacon, darling," she whispered. "We want each other. We need each other to find the kind of happiness we can't find anywhere else. All we're doing is responding to God-given needs every human being has."

The man sobbed even harder. "Oh, Lord! Don't talk like that!" he wailed. "You know what we're doing is wrong and so do I! What you're saying, it's...Oh, Lord, it's blasphemy!"

Mrs. Parker began kissing her way down the man's body. "You do love when I do things to you, though, don't you?" she asked. She clutched the man's cock in her hand and kissed the tip, shiny and sticky with the juices of their recent joinings. "You don't really want to give this up? Do you?"

"Oh, Lord, please give me strength!" Deacon Perkins cried. He bolted from the bed and ran toward the door, grabbing at his clothes which were scattered across the bedroom floor.

The man's sudden action surprised Bobby but he managed to get down the hall and into the spare room before the Deacon burst out of Mrs. Parker's bedroom, clutching his clothing in his hand.

"I have to stop! I gotta stop right now!" Deacon Perkins cried as he went down the hallway, struggling into his clothes. "Good Lord, I...I can't do this any more! I don't want to spend the rest of my life burning in the fires of damnation."

Mrs. Parker climbed out of bed and without putting her clothes on, followed the fleeing man down the hallway, her bare breasts jiggling delightfully. "No, darling! Don't leave! We...we need each other," she said. There was desperation in her voice because she was desperate. She didn't want to lose the loving the Deacon gave her. She was positive she'd never be able to find anyone else who wanted her and loneliness was something she couldn't endure. Desperately, she tried to think of something to say that would bring him back.

The Deacon did stop and turn. He had a pained, confused look on his face. "If you don't know why I gotta go, there ain't no point in talking about it," he groaned. Then he turned and bolted out the door, still buttoning his shirt.

Dispirited, Helen turned and started back to her bedroom. She knew what she and Deacon Perkins were doing was wrong, but he gave her the best sex she'd had in along time! He was patient and gentle, not like her husband Sid, who only wanted to jump on and jump off. She'd never experienced gentle, loving sex until Deacon Perkins came along. Now she'd lost it.

She stopped suddenly in the hallway. There was something on the floor just outside the living room. She bent to check. It looked like someone's come. But it couldn't be Deacon Perkins' come. He'd shot all of that into her. Whose was it? A chill spread through her and she straightened up.

Bobby was watching Mrs. Parker through the slightly opened door and realized she'd seen the come he shot on the floor. Frightened, he took a step backward and his leg hit a rocking chair. He grabbed it quickly and hoped he hadn't made a noise Mrs. Parker could hear.

Helen thought she heard a noise in the spare bedroom. Had she? She turned around and noticed that the door was slightly open. That was unusual because she always kept it closed. Forgetting she was naked, she went to check.

Trapped in the bedroom, Bobby didn't know what to do. How was he going to get out of the house? He leaned against the wall of the room, breathing hard, struggling to find a solution to his dilemma. Then the door opened. There stood Mrs. Parker, naked. When she saw him, a shocked look formed on her face.

"B...Bobby! What are you doing in here?" Helen exclaimed, paling. Stunned and frightened, she tried to cover herself with her arms and hands. Her best friend's son knew what she'd been doing with the Deacon! He'd obviously seen and heard them! What was she going to do?

Bobby had no more idea about what to say or do than his mother's friend did. Then, as suddenly as she appeared, Mrs. Parker turned and disappeared from the room. Bobby, wondering what would happen next, walked out into the hallway.

"Bobby, would you...you...come here, please?" his mother's friend called from her room. Shaking, she put on a robe and tried to get her racing thoughts under control. Somehow she had to convince Bobby to not tell anyone what he'd seen. If word about her and the Deacon got out... My God! She'd be ruined!

His legs unsteady, Bobby headed for Mrs. Parker's room. He had no idea what she was going to say or do. He walked into the woman's bedroom and found her sitting on her bed, wearing a fluffy pink robe, looking as scared as he felt.

"Come here, Bobby," Mrs. Parker said softly, patting the bed next to her. She watched her friend's son walk across the room. As she looked at him, she realized he wasn't a kid any more; he was actually a nice-looking young man. She was surprised that she'd never realized that before.

Hesitantly, Bobby walked over to the bed and sat down next to his mother's friend.

Helen took a deep breath. "How...how long have...have you been here, Bobby?" she asked.

Bobby shrugged. "Ah...a while," he replied.

"What...what did you...see?" Helen asked. She hugged herself. She didn't really want to know, but she had to.

Bobby looked at the woman sitting next to him, stricken. What would she say if he told her he'd seen her give Deacon Perkins a blowjob and fuck him?

Helen's eyes searched the young man's face and she realized what his answer would be. She reddened. "You...you...saw everything, didn't you, Bobby?" she murmured.

Bobby nodded.

"Bobby, you have to understand, this...it isn't the way it looks," Helen began, her voice betraying the desperation she felt. "My husband Sid and I, well, our marriage isn't what it should be. I mean, you know Sid is on the road a lot, and when he's home we...we don't get along the way we used to..."

"You don't have to...to explain anything," Bobby said. "I...it's none of my business. I...I shouldn't have come in without knocking." He knew her husband had a drinking problem in addition to being on the road a lot. He'd heard his parents talking about that.

Helen put a hand on his arm. "It...it's important to me that you understand. I...I don't want you to think badly of me..." she said softly. "I...I don't want you to...to hate me..." She stopped talking, swallowed hard then tears began flowing down her cheeks. "My God! What kind of desperate, lonely woman have I become?" Heavy sobs shook her slim body.

Bobby wasn't sure what to do while his mother's friend sat next to him, sobbing. Moved by her distress, he put his arms around her. With a soft moan, she moved into his embrace and pressed her face against his chest. As he held her, Bobby stroked Mrs. Parker's back gently. He could feel her tears soaking his T-shirt. He knew Mrs. Parker wore nothing under the fluffy robe and that knowledge caused visions of her naked body to flash through the boy's mind. That caused him considerable discomfort. His body was responding to contact with hers. His cock swelled and grew in his jeans.

Finally Mrs. Parker's sobs halted and she leaned back. She took Bobby's face in both her hands and planted a kiss gently on his lips. "You know I care about you, Bobby," she said softly. "I...I hope all this doesn't...doesn't change the way you feel about me."

"It doesn't, not at all," Bobby said. He shifted position, trying to ease the discomfort his hard-on was causing.

"Oh, Bobby!" Helen said.

Once more her warm lips covered his. The first time Mrs. Parker kissed him, the young man felt a pleasurable jolt. The second time he felt more than just a jolt; it felt as if he'd been zapped with an electric cattle prod, but it was a wonderful feeling! The kiss endured far longer than it should have, leaving both of them breathless when it finally ended.

"Oh, God!" Helen groaned. She buried her face in her hands and began sobbing again. "I'm sick! I'm getting aroused from kissing my best friend's son, a boy young enough to be my son!" she thought. Her powerful hunger, not quite assuaged by her activities with Deacon Perkins, began to asserted control over her. She shouldn't let this happen, couldn't let this happen, but...

Bobby, seeing that Mrs. Parker was once more upset, again gathered her into his arms. He didn't care if he had blue balls for the rest of his life he had to make her feel better! He rubbed her back as she again cried against his chest.

Helen moved to push herself out of Bobby's arms and when she did, her hand accidentally fell on his erection. When she realized what she was feeling, a shudder went through her and fires of passion flared brighter inside her.

Bobby saw a look in Mrs. Parker's eyes that hadn't been there before. She looked wild, out of control. He quivered. Was she...would they... It wasn't possible...was it?

"My word, Bobby!" Helen whispered while her fingers measured his rigid cock through his jeans. "That's...oh, God...that's incredible!" she murmured. Her eyes moved downward while her fingers explored the length and breadth of Bobby's erect organ. "You...you've got a hard-on!" she cooed.

Bobby sure did, and what she was doing was making it grow harder and more painful every second! Something was happening, something the young man wanted to happen. Her touch felt so good and he was so horny he wasn't about to stop her!

"Do you want me, Bobby?" Helen murmured, her voice soft and breathless. Lust had expelled reason from her mind. "Would you like to make love to me?"

Bobby nodded. "Uh-huh!" he gasped. Did he ever!

Helen leaned closer, her face in front of Bobby's, her eyes peering deep into his. Closer and closer her face moved - it was as if things had gone into slow motion. Then her soft, warm lips covered his and whatever reservations the young man might have had were wiped out by the powerful emotions that were overwhelming him.

Bobby never, ever, in his wildest dreams, thought anything like this would ever happen, not with Mrs. Parker! But it was happening. Passion roared through him like a thunderstorm.

Helen's tongue lashed his lips and slid between them. Bobby met her invading tongue with his and their oral digits dueled. Her arms slid around him, and his slid around her. Finally the kiss had to end and two shaken people stared at each other, gasping for breath.

Moving as if she was in a trance, Helen opened her robe and let it slide from her shoulders. Her eyes, full of fire and need, never left Bobby's. She didn't care if she burned in hell for all eternity. She wanted him to pleasure her and she was going to let him do it!

Bobby watched as his mother's friend opened her robe, exposing her body to his avid gaze. Her breasts were a lot better looking than he'd dreamed they were. Dark brown nipples thicker than his little finger projected from her breasts, which rose and fell with Mrs. Parker's ragged breathing. His hand trembling, Bobby touched one of the nipples.

"Yes!!! Oh, Yes, Bobby!" Helen groaned when his hand came in contact with her hot, nerve-packed flesh. "Touch them, my darling! Please! Touch my breasts!" His touch was soft and tentative and thrilled her like no man's touch ever had. Nobody had ever come close to making her feel the way he was making her feel!

Carefully, gently, Bobby explored the woman's breasts. Mrs. Parker's hands covered his, pressing them against her and her rigid nipples bored into his palms.

Helen laid back, but Bobby stayed seated, his hands roaming her chest. He had to know what it felt like to suck her nipples! He bent, took one of the rigid tips between his lips and sucked it gently.

"Oh, Bobby!!!!!" Helen's back arched and her hands tangled in the young man's hair as his lips and tongue tortured her turgid bud wonderfully. "Suck them!!!! Suck my nipples!!! Yessssss!!!!" This wonderful, beautiful young man was sucking her breasts and doing it so delightfully!

Elated by how much pleasure he seemed to be giving Mrs. Parker, Bobby made up his mind to give her even more. He kissed his way from one nipple to the next through the valley between her breasts and she continued to arch her back and pull at him, beseeching him to do more, to make her feel even better.

"So wonderful!" Helen crooned, her body quaking, "God, Bobby! You make me feel so wonderful!"

While his lips were attending to her breasts, Bobby slid his hand over Mrs. Parker's silken skin, across the softly rounded surface of her belly, to the lush mat of black crinkly hair between her legs. It was still damp and sticky from what she'd done with Deacon Perkins, but Bobby didn't care. He was far too turned on to think about that. Between the woman's legs his hand stole, onto the soft, silky, wet skin of her labia.

"Uhhhhhhh!!!!" Helen groaned. Her hips rose off the bed and her legs strained from the delight his touch caused her. "Bobby!!! Yesssssss!!!!" she cried. When his thumb hit the swollen finger of flesh at the top of her vagina, her body lurched upward. "Yahhhhhhh!!!!" she cried.

Bobby began stroking Mrs. Parker's clit between his thumb and forefinger, jerking her off. At the same time, he continued his oral onslaught on her nipples.

Helen was beset by feelings she was totally unprepared for, even though she was aroused when they started. No man had ever kissed and licked her breasts as thoroughly and tenderly as Bobby was doing, and they had always been so sensitive! She pulled at him, then her hands raked the sheets. Her body twisted and turned, her back arching, her legs flailing, as feelings more fierce than any she'd ever experienced suffused her.

"Bobby!!!! Oh, God!!! Oh, God!!!! Wahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Bobby!!!! Bobbeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!! Bobbeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!" she shrieked. She felt as if she was going to explode into a million pieces as a startlingly powerful orgasm boomed through her.

Bobby was startled when Mrs. Parker came, but he continued fondling her until she lay still on the bed, her chest heaving; her eyes closed, a delighted look on her face.

Bobby's cock was so stiff it hurt and he desperately needed to do something with it, but he wasn't sure he should.

Finally Helen stirred. She opened her eyes, looked up at the young man who'd given her so much joy and smiled at him. "Bobby, where did you learn to do that?" she whispered. She was surprised to discover that her friend's teen-age son was a very skilled lover.

"Ah..." Bobby didn't know what to say. He didn't think it would be prudent to tell her he had several other adult lovers.

"Bobby! You were magnificent!" Helen cooed. She reached for him, pulling him atop her. "Nobody's ever made me feel that wonderful! Nobody!" She kissed him passionately, arms locked around him. It didn't matter anymore. She couldn't get in any more trouble than she was already in. She wanted to make mad, passionate love with him!

Bobby felt heat radiating into him from Mrs. Parker's body and her nipples prodded him though the T-shirt he still wore.

While the kiss went on, Helen pulled Bobby's shirt out of his jeans and up to his armpits. Her hands roamed his bare back, driving him wilder.

Bobby was worried. If he didn't get to fuck her soon, he was going to come in his pants!

"Let's get your clothes off," Helen purred once the kiss ended. "I want you naked!"

They managed to get his clothes off without too much trouble. Once Bobby was naked, Helen gripped his cock in her soft, warm hands, and stared at it. "Bobby! You're magnificent!" she whispered, her hand moving up and down on his swollen shaft. "I can't wait to have this monster in me!" She couldn't believe how big his cock was! She shuddered as she imagined what it would feel like plunging into her.

Bobby couldn't wait to get it in her. In fact, he couldn't wait at all. The lusty play they'd just finished, plus the unbearably sweet contact of her hand on his cock, had him right at the verge of explosion. Her words took him over the edge.

"Gahhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhhh!!! I...I can't wait!!! Oh, God!!! I can't wait!!!" he cried as his loins unleashed a torrent of his hot seed.

He sat there, stunned, watching his companion bend and cover the tip of his spewing cock with her mouth, welcoming the sticky white cream pumping from it into her oral cavity. It felt so wonderful!

"Bobby, dear, I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were so close," Helen said once his body finished doing what it had to do. She continued holding him against her and stroking him.

"I...I wanted to, you know, make love with you," Bobby stammered, feeling awful. He was afraid he'd blown his chance and was sure that once Mrs. Parker came to her senses, he'd never have another opportunity to make love with her.

"Don't worry, Bobby," the woman said soothingly, "We'll make love. I want you as badly as you want me." She began running her hands lightly over his body.

Bobby felt heat again begin building in him as his mother's friend stroked and caressed him. He began moving his hands over her, too, stroking her breasts, making the nipples grow erect again. He was getting turned on again and it looked like she was, too! Fires of passion, nearly extinguished when he came, started to blaze freely, stoked by her knowing caresses.

Helen quickly got Bobby hard as a rock again, while his loving caresses rejuvenated her lust at the same time. She laid back and pulled him atop her, glorying in the pressure of his hard cock against her belly. "In me, my darling!" Helen groaned said, moving her hips, sliding her pussy against his cock. "I want you in me!" She reached between them and moved his cock so the head was at her opening. "Now! Put it in me!" she moaned, her hips rising off the bed.

The sensations sweeping through Bobby as his cock sank into Mrs. Parker's super-heated body were as intense and pleasurable as any he had ever known. He groaned and his body began the ritual motions of loving. His young hips drove against the lean body of the mature woman under him and, just as powerfully, she responded.

"Bobby!!! My God!!!!" Helen groaned. "You're filling me!!! God!!! So goooooooodddddd!!!!" Her legs locked behind him as her pelvis ground up against his. His swollen cock filled better than she ever dreamed she could be filled!