"Sure they were soft and warm! God, it made me feel good!" he said, suddenly realizing how deep he was sinking into a full confession.
"Did your dick get hard? Did it stick straight up? Did your nice young balls feel warm inside and tingly? Did she rub it up and down faster and faster? Did she rub it until your balls ached?" Carol asked, growing uncontrollably excited, uncontrollably lusty.
"God, yeah! But how do you know all that?" the boy gasped, staring at her with innocent amazement..
"Silly question, Michael," the lovely woman cooed. "All girls know about things like that. But your own mother! Shame on you! And shame on her! You should have someone outside your family to make you feel good that way when you hun," she smiled.
Carol reached down and put her hand in the
young boy's lap. She felt his warm cock and balls through the fairly tight denim of his pants. She began kneading the young boy's genitals with her eager fingers, looking into his eyes as she did so. The kid's eyes almost bugged out of his head when she squeezed his cock and balls. She did not relent.
"What are you doing?" Michael gasped, obviously terrified, afraid that he would respond in the only way his body could, afraid that he would respond by getting a hard-on like he had when his mother had touched his dick.
"Is this what she did to you, Michael? What a terrible thing for a mother to do to her eighteen-year-old son! And yet I can't blame her. You're so young and innocent, so warm and sweet. And your cock is getting stiff! Your eighteen-year-old dick is getting stiff under your pants! I can feel it, darling! Am I making that happen to you, little lover? Am I turning you on?" Carol asked, her fingers working slowly but insistently on the boy's covered prick.
"Don't! Gosh, Miss Chambers! Please don't do that! I might…" the excited kid begged..
"You might squirt your cum? Is that what you might do?" she asked.
"God, yes! You don't want me to do that-do you?" the boy asked.
'That's exactly what you did when your mother jacked you off, isn't it, Michael?" Carol hissed, still pumping his growing hard-on.
"She didn't jack me off! She didn't! Really! Honest to God! She just massaged me!" the boy said, begging her to believe him but knowing that
his mother had jacked him off just the way Carol was saying.
"Don't be ridiculous, dear! She got horny and went after her eighteen-year-old son! And your cock shot jizz all over her! I'll bet she felt sorry afterwards. Didn't she, Michael? Didn't she get mad at you?" Carol asked, her fragrant cunt melting between her legs with sensual fire.
"Yeah, she got mad," the boy admitted. "But it wasn't my fault. I couldn't help it! It just came out real fast. And it's gonna come out again! It's gonna happen again the same way if you keep doin' that to me!" the boy gasped, afraid of what she might do or say when he shot off.
'That's perfectly all right with me, Michael dear. I want it to happen. I want to make you feel good. Don't be afraid, honey. You can make me feel good, too, later. Just let it come!" she said, squeezing his. hard little dick inside his denim pants, squeezing and rubbing it at the same time.
The boy squirmed on the settee, his legs as stiff as a board, his arms at his sides, his fists clenched. He was fighting off his impending orgasm with all his might. But there was no fighting the lovely older woman who sat beside him, no fighting off the power of her wantonness, no fighting off the mystery of her beauty and the ability she had to make a boy her slave. He was losing in his battle and they both knew it.
Carol redoubled the speed of her rubbing up and down the boy's twitching dick. Her dress was nicked up now, her naked leg rubbing against the material of the boy's pants. She knew that the kid
could feel her warmth spreading through him, knew that he could feel the warm presence of her body so close to him, knew that he was aware of her femininity deep down inside him, aware of her always despite the confusing and sexually stirring and growing inside his tense young balls. She watched with wicked joy as his face suddenly grew twisted into a look of pleasure-pain. She knew he was coming.
"I can't help it, Miss Chambers!" he cried as he felt his hot young nuts exploding between his tense legs.
Carol felt the wetness of his ejaculated sperm spread over his crotch. The boy almost jumped to his feet when his cock chat off. She held him down and kept kneading his cock and balls. She could feel his dick jerking wildly as he came, spreading his jizz all over his underpants. She felt sorry for the boy's hard little dick, all crammed inside his pants, forced to squirt in such close quarters. She thought he should let his dick out into the open. She waited until his cock stopped shooting and let him calm down a bit before she went any further with her dirty plans.
"Wasn't that nice. Michael? A boy should feel like that all the time, especially when he's so young and sweet," Carol said, kissing the young kid on the lips. "You mustn't let your mother do things like that to-you. Let Carol do it for you, dear. I can make you feel even better than that. Do you believe me?" she asked, planting little kisses all over the boy's face between words.
Michael was ready to believe anything the
beautiful lady said, although he didn't understand how anyone could feel better than he did now. There was nothing like the feeling that went through him when his cum shot out through his cockhead. And there was nothing like the feeling that spread over him after his cock did its thing. He still couldn't believe that Miss Chambers had jacked him off. And she was still rubbing and squeezing his prick, even though his pants were wet and sticky between his legs. She was too much!
"Your pants are all wet now, darling. Wouldn't it be a good idea if you took them off?" Carol suggested, feeling his still rigid dick.
"You gotta be kiddin'!" the boy gasped, amazed at such a nasty suggestion, his head swimming with dizzying excitement.
"Just let me get your belt unbuckled, darling," she said under her breath as she knelt at his feet, attacking his belt and the snap of his denims.
Carol tugged down the boy's zipper and reached inside his pants to squeeze his wet underpants. She touched her lips to her fingers, tasting the young boy's recently ejaculated fuck juice. She felt his cock and realized that the smallish rod. was far bigger than she had suspected. She immediately felt a strong desire to teach the boy how to fuck her twitching hot cunt.
"We can't let you go home in this state, Michael. Your pants are all covered with that nasty sperm! What would your mother say if she saw you like that? I think we'd better take all your clothes off and wash them for you. I can do that myself, darling. We'll just throw them in my dryer and
have you all cleaned up in no time," Carol smiled, tugging off the eighteen-year-old's denims.
"But I don't have anything to put on," the kid said as she pulled his pants free of his shoes.
"We needn't worry about that, Michael. I've seen young men before. True, it might be just a bit embarrassing for you at first. But I think you'll get used to it. You might even like me after a while!" Carol smiled up at him as she pulled off his sopping-wet, sperm-soaked underpants.
There was little that Michael could do under the circumstances. He sat there until she had completely bared the lower portion of his hairless young body. She began unbuttoning his shirt, too. When she had opened it, she helped him out of it. She let him keep his undershirt out of pity. And besides, she thought, he looked even better that way, the white of his undershirt stopping just at the fast flattening of his groin, stopping just where same finely curled crotch hairs were beginning to sprout.
"Follow me, darling," she said, rising to her feet and carrying the boy's clothes under her arm.