God, but now she was stretching, lying back and turning over on her side, facing him. Wasn't she still staring at the hard-on inside his shorts? Or was that his imagination, too? Admiring Norma's body and letting his imagination wander had his manhood bursting hard now. Oddly, he felt embarrassed, and he decided to distract himself with conversation, until he was sure of Norma's intentions.
"It's going to be a great summer vacation," he said. "Joyce and I are going to have lots of fun, even if dad does get drunk all the time."
"You mustn't let your father's behavior ruin your vacation," she said. "You have to pretend he doesn't exist at times. You really must."
"Has he been this way long?" Denny asked.
Norma Reardon sighed. "Yes, for a long time now-too long." The bitterness was obvious in her voice. Denny stared at the color TV, watched the people moving on the screen without really seeing them. He wondered if his father played around with other women. Boldly, he asked, "Is dad faithful to you?"
"I rather doubt it," she said, smiling. "You see, Denny, when a man drinks too much he doesn't fool around with other women-not his wife, not anybody."
Denny nodded, his heart beating faster. "Oh," he said, wondering if she was telling him that his father, Norma's husband, never fucked her anymore. He wondered if, at this moment, Norma wanted to fuck him as bad as he wanted to fuck her.
Suddenly she stretched, a look of pain on her beautiful face. Denny, would you be a sweetheart and rub my back a little, please?"
She turned over on her stomach and Denny moved closer. The crease of her perfectly shaped buttocks and the two dimples in the small of her back made his prick jump up above the elastic band of his shorts. Breathing harder, he began massaging her neck, her smooth shoulders, squeezing and releasing and exploring the smooth, delicious, soft but firm white flesh.
"Perfect," she cooed. "Ummm," and then with her thumbs she pulled the other strap of her nightgown down to permit him total access to her upper back. "That feels soooo good," she purred. "Simply marvelous, Denny."
Denny felt an insane desire to rip the negligee from her, then stare long and hard at her voluptuous body, run his hands over the hills and valleys of her delicious body, imbed his prick deep in the wet heat of her. Something held him back, though. Fear? Yes, he had to be sure. He couldn't be positive of her desire for him yet.
Finally, he gave her back a final pat and she turned to her side again.
"Denny, do you know how old I was last month?" she asked. "I–I was thirty-three."
Denny smiled. "You're kidding me," he said. It was the truth, too. "You sure don't look it," he said. "You're sexier than most of the girls in my school."
"What a lovely compliment," she said, obviously pleased. "A-Are you doing all right with girls now that you're practically a man? There's the pill nowadays, you know."
Her voice was low and suggestive and there was an odd twinkle in her beautiful eyes. They had discussed a few serious matters last summer, but she had never been quite this outspoken and direct until now.
"Let's just say the girls at my school aren't the passionate type," he said. "You can't seem to get really close to any of them. Know what I mean?"
"Yes, I think I do know what you mean," Norma said, drawing the words out. Again, there was that faint trace of mischief in her big brown eyes. "The only men I see around here who seem to pay any attention to me are the gardener and the mailman."
Denny's cock stood tall and throbbing, at complete attention now, and his head ran crazy with speculation as he wondered if Norma was telling him she was horny-giving him the "go" signal.
Suddenly she pulled him down beside her, stroking the hair from his forehead affectionately, lustfully. "You-You've really become a man, Denny," she breathed. "I can't get over how much you've changed since last summer."
Slowly, panting, he let his cheek slide from her cheek to her breast. He rotated his cheek against her breast then, just as he had done last summer. Nestling, he even planted a little kiss against the heaving bosom.
She shuddered. "I've thought a lot about you, Denny," she confessed.
"I've done even more than think of you, Norma," he also confessed. "I've dreamed of you; I've done lots of things and when I've done them I've pictured you naked and thought of you."
Norma laughed, pressing his face harder at her heaving tits. She laughed, a soft sound from deep in her throat. "Yes, I could tell, dear-by the way you looked at me this morning in the kitchen. You're a mature male now, and I've been upsetting you just a wee bit, huh? In fact, I've been making certain thoughts cross your mind for quite a while now, correct? The way you tried to hide yourself from Joyce and me in the kitchen this morning was really cute. It brought back fond memories from my own childhood. In fact, I'd say you are protruding a little right now! Umm, and not so little!"
His balls aching with desire, Denny suddenly grew bolder. Openly, he began kissing her breasts. She made no effort to resist him and, in a moment, she lifted her nightgown all the way from the bottom, guiding his mouth to her taut nipple. Denny sucked gently but greedily, not wanting to alarm her with sucking noises as her little moans of pleasure spurred him on. "N-o-r-m-a…" he sighed chanting.
"Perfect, Denny," she purred. "Ummm, but we must remember to be very quiet. Here, my little stud-darling… suck this one, too… this little piggy has none."
She had become the patient instructress, loving and caressing and guiding him as it had been in his dreams.
"Umm, just perfect, Denny. You're going to be a magnificent lover. You seem to know all about a woman's tits. That's very important, dear-playing for a long time with the nipples. Sucking them and kissing them for a long, long time before you-well, get more serious ideas about touching other places. Yes, that's it, dear. Very nice. Yes, do it to both of them. But suck a little harder so I can hear you sucking. Show me you mean it! Yes, very nice… I love to listen to the sucking sounds on my nipples."
Abruptly, Norma arched her back, mewing, and began moving her chest from side to side to increase his losing, then regaining contact. In this way, she brought forth the sucking sounds she longed to hear. Then her hand began stroking his upper leg, tickling with the fingertips and slowly moving upward until they finally reached his crotch! As she desperately clasped his hot member in her smooth, trembling hand, she let out a pitiful little squeal of delight.
"You couldn't have wanted me more than I've wanted you, Denny," she whispered hoarsely. "I've thought about you, too, you know. I hope I'm not shocking you, little man, but I've wanted to hold your hard male spear in my hand this way ever since last summer. I suppose you couldn't have even dreamed such a thing, b-but it's true, Denny. In fact, if you hadn't made some land of move to touch me this way, I think I would have had to give you another dose of poison oak. Thank god you approached me. I loved watching you try to hide your hard-on today, dear. I–It was just a matter of time, wasn't it? Do you think I'm awful? We've both wanted each other for a long, long time. Ohhhh… "
"Norma, I think you're beautiful. I–I think you're wonderful," he moaned, the sound of her words making his erection dribble and pulse, his entire body shake and shudder.
"Darling," she cooed. "My little honey-man." She gripped his prick very hard now and began stroking it, up and down, up and down, stopping only occasionally to fondle and knead his balls.
"Could we-could I fuck you, Norma?" he blurted. He knew it was a crude thing to say, but the words spilled out and he was unable to restrain himself. He just had to find out what a cunt felt like. He had to stick his hard prick in a pussy-in Norma's pussy.