"I'm cumming!" he sobbed, pounding into her cunt. He felt her start to shake under him and wondered if she were having a fit, but his mind was blocked by the roar of orgasm. His tight little balls lifted and blew, shooting his thick young semen into her spasming hole. He felt like it was gushing out of his guts. He couldn't remember cumming like this when he jacked off! "Oh… what's happening? It won't stop, ohhh!" Steve fell against her, his hips still pumping weakly as he shot wad after wad into her.
Barbara was still shaking from her first orgasm. She knew that if Steve had been more experienced he could have brought her off several more times, but she wouldn't trade this tide of virgin cum for the world! She shivered as she felt the endless flood splattering into her cunt, clinging to the slick walls like hot grease, filling her to the brim. She put her arms around him as he collapsed on her chest, smoothing his hair, running her hands lasciviously over his slim young hips. Mine… she thought lewdly. I have his first cum in a woman. It's in me now, I can feel it sloshing in my cunt. She squeezed her cunt together, trying to hold his penis in, but it slipped out with a plop, trailing a stream of semen.
"Oh, Mrs. Anderson! Wow — it was great!" Steve mumbled into her neck. He was drained but happy! He hadn't noticed the looseness of her cunt. It was his first, and he thought he had had the best fuck in the world. How it could be any better he couldn't imagine.
Barbara lay back. Her cunt was still burning. She needed a lot more. But she didn't want to force him. She wanted him to rest and think about his first fuck for a minute before she tried again. She slid out from under him and headed for the pool. As she slipped into the cool water, some measure of sanity returned. She looked back at the man and noticed how young he was, and it horrified her now instead of exciting her.
"God! What have I done!?" she murmured, diving under the water. "He'll tell Jerry. Oh, Lord, I've got to put a stop to this right now!" The cool water entered cunt, washing out the thick sperm and refreshing her hot insides, diminishing her desires. She could still feel her lust coiled in the pit of her stomach, ready to spring, but it was quiet now, and she intended to take advantage of the fact. She swam to the side of the pool and got out quickly, skirting the boy. He looked at her sleepily.
"I'll see you later, darling," she murmured. "Now don't tell Jerry or anybody. I've got some things to do. You guys go out for supper or something. I'll leave you some money. It was really wonderful… but don't tell anybody!" She looked at him fiercely, trying to impress the importance of this on his mind.
"Oh, I won't, not even Jerry! I guess you wouldn't want him to know!" Steve laughed a little. "But you will let me play with you some more, fuck you again, won't you? I'm going home tomorrow." He looked at her wistfully as Barbara's heart leapt in relief. If she could just make it till tomorrow. "Jerry wants to go over to my place for a couple of days."
"I thought you didn't have any place to go for break," Barbara said, confused. Surely Jerry had said…
"Oh no. I was going home, but Jerry wanted me to come visit, and now he wants to go to my house," Steve said glibly, frowning a little. "Maybe I can change his mind. I'd sure rather stay here!" He grinned at her confidingly, reaching up to touch her.
Barbara moved back quickly. "No, you better go home. Your mother probably wants to see you." she babbled, wondering why Jerry had lied to her about Steve's situation. "I'll see you before you leave — maybe we'll have a chance. I don't really know," she said quickly, striding off without looking back. She didn't want to see the boy's expression. She might relent, and that would be fatal!
It was late that night. Barbara had dressed and gone out — and stayed out, sitting at one bar after another, not wanting to go home. Several men tried to pick her up, but she was repelled by their leering faces and sagging bodies and waved them away in disgust. Finally she couldn't stand it anymore, and returned home.
"They'll be asleep by now," she told herself as she let herself in quietly and mounted the stairs. "I'll get up early in the morning and stay away until I'm sure they're gone. If I can just have some time to myself, I know I'll solve this before Jerry comes home gain. I'll get married, see a psychiatrist — something. But I can't think if I have to see them. I want them too much! Oh God — I'm abnormal… nobody else feels like this. I've never heard of any mother lusting after her son, except in books. And this is real… too real." She went into her room and shut the door quietly, noticing that there was no light under Jerry's door. She breathed a sigh of relief and began unhooking her dress, stripping to bra and garter belt in the dark. She had worn a bra for protection. She didn't usually use one, but tonight she had donned all her armor. She had on bra, slip, hose and garter belt. She didn't turn on the light, knowing that she might inadvertently see her body and be aroused. She had come to terms with her overwhelming sexuality, and her only thoughts were to keep it at bay. She was turning down her bed and and preparing to don a robe to go to the bathroom when she heard the doorknob turn. Her heart stopped. A dark figure slipped into the room and stood facing her.
"Mrs. Anderson. It's me Steve," a small voice whispered. "I was afraid you weren't gonna come home — and I wouldn't see ya again, like you promised." There was a hint of petulance in the boy's tone.
"Steve — ssshhh!" Barbara whispered frantically. "Jerry."
"Dead to the world," Steve said complacently. He walked up to her, his eyes adjusting to the dark, and ran his hands over her hips boldly. "What have you got on?" he asked curiously, his hands finding the straps of the garter belt and playing with them, then dipping lower. Barbara gasped as his fingers brushed her pubic bush.
"No! No, go away," she muttered, wrenching free. "You mustn't!"
"Why not? We did this afternoon," Steve said reasonably. "I've got some things I want to try. I was looking at some pictures."
Barbara groaned inwardly at the remembrance of the filthy pictures. "Steve, I was carried away," she said earnestly. "You have to forget about this afternoon. Believe me, it's best. You're too young for me. It's all wrong."
"You didn't think so before," Steve persisted. He sounded like he was about to cry, and Barbara's heart melted.
"No, no, Steve. I enjoyed it, really."
"Then why can't we do it some more?" Steve burst out. "You said we would. I stayed up waiting for you! You've just gotta help me… my cock's hard and it hurts, Mrs. Anderson, really, it does. It's been hard all night and I've gotta — " Steve babbled incoherently, his head buried in Barbara's stomach. His hot breath fanned against her skin, and her nerves crawled. She didn't know what to do, she was determined not to have sex with the boy again, but he was so unhappy. If she turned him down he'd think it was because of the size of his cock and he might be scarred for life! Besides, her insides were melting with longing to touch him just one more time.
"All right, ssshhh. We have to be very quiet. But this is the last time, you hear me? And you must never tell a living soul!"
Steve nodded happily and followed her to the bed. He was willing to agree to anything to get into her pussy again. She turned on the bedside lamp and stretched langorously in the dim glow, her body showing in sharp relief.
"Wow," he breathed, looking at her. He had forgotten how beautiful she was. Her breasts were encased in a lacy black bra, forcing them upward in rich curves, spilling from the top of the cups, and her hips were encircled by a black lace garter belt, black silk stockings on her sleek legs. He could see her red bush peeping out of the front of the garter belt, with a suggestion of the inner lips peeking through. "Would you — take off your bra, Mrs. Anderson?" he asked. "But leave that other thing on? I like it." He was dressed only in a bathrobe, and he let that fall to the floor and stood before her nude, his eager young prick jutting from his stomach. She smiled at him and slowly unhooked her bra, letting it free her big breasts. She dropped it on the bed and cupped her hands under her tits, rubbing them thoughtfully.