She thought it good for her soul to sort out her thoughts every now and then. So this happened to be her sorting time. She had sort of established the divorce had been a good move.
Sort of, hell! She lost her husband, her home, her color television, her piano… bitchin' move. Really great.
That was now water over the damn dam.
Now she was greeting new problems every day and she was not sure she liked all these challenges. Especially the young boys.
She had never noticed if a youngster had a bulge in the front of his pants or not. Now she did! Man, she was hung up on boy's flies.
Maybe she was just afraid to screw a man her own age. It had been years since she had been on the "dating" thing. She wouldn't know how to act. She was much too old to date. Good God. She was forty. Almost to the change of life. Lora thought the change would be good for her. Then she would surely lose interest in all the young crotches! She would not be tormented by young boys with young cocks.
God help her, she had to knock it off with the young boys now.
She couldn't go through life feeling dirty and vile and wicked. And that's how she felt now… nasty, wicked, lusty, vile… a dirty old lady who had fucked an innocent young boy… yeah, yeah, yeah…
Now she had to stop that thinking!Nasty! Dirty! Demented! No more young boys!
But damn, he had a hot tongue!
She grabbed her crotch and cursed the day she had bought pants with the cross crotch with the opening. She felt into her own hairy crotch. Shit! She didn't want to finger-fuck herself again!
She was going to have to get some pants that had a closed crotch. She was not gung-ho about touching into her own slimy, drenched crack, but since she had, and since nobody was home except her, she might as well give her clit a few flicks and have an orgasm.
She would go out and buy some other long pants and start to wear underwear that didn't have a hole in the bottom. She would miss the convenience of the pants she wore now, but she had no intention of fucking just anybody, so she would get used to the closed crotch pants.
Right now she was going to shove her fingers up her twat and get her jollies.
Her fingers felt her smooth, silky folds of labia and she trembled with joy. Her clit was rigid and ready to go!
The doorbell rang.
Lora jerked her hands out of her crotch, licked the juice from her fingers and went to he door.
"Is Patty home?" a young boy asked.
"No, she isn't, but would you like to come in and wait?" said the spider to the fly.
"Ah… yeah… I guess so… Will she be gone long?" he asked.
"I don't think so. I don't believe I know you, do I? I'm beginning to know lots more of Patty's friends, but I don't recall seeing you around," she smiled warmly and offered him a seat.
"I'm Jeff and we've got the same English teacher. What time is it, maam?"
"Are you in a big hurry?" she asked nicely.
"I gotta get my papers delivered."
"Oh, you're a working man," she said.
He nodded and squirmed uncomfortably on the couch. His fingers worked nervously and one foot kept bobbing in nervous tension.
"Would you care for a cold drink?" Lora asked.
She sized up the youth and thought he was a darling child. She sat primly on the far end of the couch, absolutely determined not to get the hots over this kid.
She had ransacked her brain, tumbled and tossed all her thoughts and come up with the idea that young boys were not her thing… even though her motor was now racing at high speed. She felt the familiar itch in her crotch.
She would not give in to her emotions. That was her flat statement to herself and she meant it! And would abide by it!
No young boys!She would not fuck another young, innocent boy!
No way!
She tried to keep her gaze from traveling down his young, slender body to his tented crotch. It was difficult to keep her eyes focused on his, but she did work at it!
As they chatted lightly about the weather and his paper route, which she could have cared less about, her eyes kept straining to watch his widespread crotch.
Young boys were so nasty. They had absolutely no decency about the way they sprawled on furniture and shot their long legs in different directions like they were uncertain grasshoppers. Always they let one hand droop casually across their cocks. Obscene! No class!
Ooouuuuuu!
Her crotch craved irs cock!
My God, he had just walked in the door!
Was she so demented she would just attack any young boy? Maybe all these young boys should just stay out of her mobile home.
How was she going to handle that? Her young, blonde daughter was just beginning to blossom into womanhood and she would have years of young men passing through her life… making her mother suffer constantly with the hots!
Lora looked at Jeff as he splayed his long, gangling legs almost across the room. Lewd. The youth was positively vile. She wondered what he must be thinking to have such a big lump in his crotch.
She jerked her thoughts back to his paper route. That was a thrill and a half after eyeing his crotch. She would much rather ravish this youth than hear about his paper route… but she would hold firm to her standards.
Her new standards since she had smashed any kind of moral standards she might have had when she fucked the shit out, of Bill. No more! Absolutely not! No youngsters! No!
She fought a good battle for a few minutes and then her gaze dropped to the young blond's crotch and she wickedly licked her lips.
She couldn't help it!
She tried to fight the urge!
She wanted to suck his young cock!
She could all but taste his sweet, young, delicious cum. Oh, goodness, she was simply a vile, wicked woman and had no control. Her crotch gurgled happily as she plotted how she would get this kid fucked and soon because Patty might come home any time.
Lora put her hand to her forehead and closed her dark, thickly lashed eyes. She moaned slightly for added effect.
"Are you all right?" Jeff asked, leaning toward her.
"Oh, yes, yes. I just felt a little dizzy for the moment," she said sweetly. "I'll be just fine in a little while."
"Can I get you a drink of water or something?" he asked anxiously.
"That would be nice, thank you," she whispered.
She patted his hand affectionately.
Her clit fluttered madly in her oozing slit at the touch of his young, warm hand which she wished was stuffed up her cunt.
She watched the slim-assed boy trot to the kitchen and get a glass of water. Yes, his hips would fit just fine between her thighs. She was sure that bulge in his pants would fit thrillingly into her spasming twat.
She lay back on the couch and held her head when the youth brought her the glass of water.
"Here, I'll help you. I took first-aid at school!"
Big deal! she thought.
"Oh, I think I should lie down," she whimpered.
Her dark eyes closed and her forehead crinkled as if in pain.
She felt the youth huff and puff while getting her in a flat position on the couch. She adored his attentiveness as he slipped his young arm under her shoulder to lift the top of her torso so she could sip the water.
Her limp arm fell across hand rubbed against his cock for a split second as he helped her slightly up.
The wickedness mounted in her body and she tingled'with shudders of excitement!
Shehad felt… if only for a minute… that his cock was standing tall!
"Hmmmmmmmm," she moaned.
The moan to her was one of passion mounting in her body, but the poor boy thought she was in some terrible excruciating pain. He was also a Boy Scout and that fact coupled with his first-aid, he would help this lady.