Lora turned to look at the young boy. She ran her fingers through her short, dark hair making her breasts jut as she did so. She smiled warmly as she started the car and drove off leaving one horny young man behind.
She went through the motions of going to the store and getting the franks, chips and soda pop but her mind was on one thing… Bill's hard cock! Lora would have that young cock up her cunt tonight! Of this she was positive!
Her crotch was trickly wet as she carried the groceries into her mobile home and trudged back out to roll the bar-b-que into place on the back of the patio. She busily arranged the briquets and squirted the lighter fluid. A long stream of lighter fluid like a long stream of piss! She drew little lines in the air with the lighter fluid pretending his cock was shooting his pee wildly. She shivered with delight and then ignited the match and the whole top of the bar-b-que exploded into a blaze of high, uncontrollable flames… just like her insides. The pit of her belly could feel the heat of passion mount and flame as she thought of his hard, young cock sticking obscenely through his Speedo swim suit.
In her memory, she relived and saw every lewd movement Bill made. She saw his distended, pulsating cock thrust forward to push his beating cockhead eagerly in her direction. He was a nasty, vile little boy to tantalize and torment her like he did and he would pay for it dearly.
She licked her full lips hungrily and smiled wickedly.
The flames dropped and the coals would soon turn a dull gray and be ready for the roasting. She scurried into her mobile home, dumped gobs of chips and dips into bowls, and laid out rows of frankfurters; the thick kind that looked almost like a row of young dicks.
She chuckled to herself. She was most likely mad with her intentions. Everything reminded her of fucking. Hot dogs were cocks. Mayonnaise was the thick cum cream. Catsup was blood even though she did not have her period, she would gladly fuck if she did. And the buns. What was a good hot dog if not shoved into buns?
Lora smiled and felt her body twinge with excitement as the cars started to arrive and park, dumping their loads of wild, giggling youngsters.
She hadn't gotten to the actual seduction of Bill, but she knew the proper time and place would make itself known to both of them that night.
There was a trail of kids like ants taking things outside and placing them on the picnic table under the awning. Some of them lit the hurricane lamps strewn around on the patio, mingled with the many monstrous potted and hanging plants.
Lora was quite pleased with the atmosphere. She liked atmosphere. The only thing missing was soft, romantic music. Instead, hard rock blasted from the stereo as the lights on the speakers flickered from reds to yellows to oranges.
Lora relaxed on the thickly cushioned lounge and let all the ants do the work. She smiled as she gazed with pride at her beautiful young daughter. Lora was doubly blessed with this lovely, golden-haired child. Not only was she so sweet, innocent and strikingly beautiful for her tender years, but all the young men seemed to swarm around her like bees to honey.
Some of those bees were going to lose their stingers to dear old mom! Dear, sweet, horny mom was going to beat the bees at their own game.
The bees might think they were going to fly from flower to flower and pluck the sweetness, but Lora was like a stocky flower who had every intention of taking each and every stinger before it could touch her own lovely, precious flower, her daughter. Lora was going to fuck every one of the young men… not all at once.
She was a patient woman. She could spend her entire summer fucking one young man and then another. But she would get them all!
How positively wicked and delicious. Thoughts like seducing young boys never would have entered her mind a few months ago, but then a few months ago she did not have this terribly horny condition. The condition itself was not terrible… the lack of cocks to satisfy her horniness was what had become so disastrous.
She could see as she lounged her problem was solved. She was so proud of her lovely, blonde daughter and so happy the dear child had so many young men hovering around her. This was developing into a lovely situation.
For so many years her daughter had been a gangly kid. Now at fourteen her legs had shape to them and her young breasts were budding like rose-tipped luscious mounds of flesh… and she was appreciated by the young men and the young men were appreciated by mama!
Besides, Patty was too young to fuck. She was delicious bait… but for the actual kill, mama would do the fucking. Wonderful situation!
Lora lay on the lounge watching all the young bodies swarm around in the soft, dim light of the candles. Kids were in and out of the plants and all gobbling down hot dogs, giggling laughing and bumping slender young hips to the "bump" music as it blared from the stereo. Lora had her arms in back of her head with her titties thrust fully forward and upward while one knee was raised slightly. Her tight miniskirt hugged full, rounded hips as she lounged happily on the cushions. She felt a droplet of liquid ooze from her pussy as she watched the kids having all their fun… dancing… eating… laughing.
"I fixed you a plate of food," Bill said as he stood over her.
"How lovely of you," she singed up at the dark youth.
She slid her round ass over on the lounge to make room for Bill. As he sat down beside her, she felt the blaze of heat radiate from his hip to hers and she almost dropped her plate in excitement.
"Nice party," Bill said dumbly.
"I thought the young people would enjoy something different," she smiled.
Lora picked up her lone hot dog which had fallen out of the bun when she almost dropped her plate.
"Thank you for going to all the bother of fixing my plate, but since the hot dog is already out of the bun, I think I'll eat it bare. My hips don't need any more fat."
"Your hips aren't fat," Bill protested, looking at her shapely contours and flat belly.
Lora already had the naked hot dog in her fingers and was licking the end of it.
"What did you have on this? Tastes so good…"
"Just the usual junk," he said.
Lora watched Bill's eyes as he was entranced by the way she licked the tip of the hot dog. She glowed with warm wickedness at his entrancement. She would make the most of this!
Her own gaze fell to his crotch. The poor dear had a bulging hard-on! She bet his young balls ached too. She would eat her hot dog and let his mind do the actual, head-fucking!
"Hmmmmmm," she cooed.
Her tongue tipped the frankfurter back and forth again and again. She licked down the side of the thick hot meat and whipped the succulent juices into her mouth. Carefully and slowly she slipped her tongue back up the other side of the fat meat, savoring each droplet of oozing juice. She licked her lips leaving them sparkling in the dim light. The greasy juices tantalized the youth. Her full, greasy lips appeared to glisten in the candle light.
He pressed his knuckles into his crotch under his own plate and felt his hard cock throb painfully. He could not take his eyes off her mouth as she nibbled on the tip of the fat meat. He could almost feel her teeth nipping his own cockhead.
He pushed his hand firmly on his pulsating cock and groaned painfully.
"Aren't you going to eat?" she asked, smiling.
"Ah… ah… yeah…" he stammered.
"This is such delicious meat. You know there are frankfurters and then there are skinny, shrimpy ones. I frankly adore the big, fat kind. They sort of satisfy my mouth."
Lora slipped the end of the frankfurter into her mouth and pulled it back out.
"You know what the little end of a frankfurter reminds me or the part that looks tied off from the rest of the frank… Sort of like a nipple… you know? Actually, the frankfurter would be deformed without it, I guess. But ever since I was a child I always bit the nipple off the end of the thick frankfurter before I bit into the tasty meat. Don't you agree… about the nipple, I mean?" she asked nonchalantly, flicking the end of the meat.