Bobby was surprised to see his Mrs. Parker waiting in her car in front of the high school when he emerged at the end of the day. He smiled, waved at her, and walked over to the car. His mother's friend rolled the window down. "I thought I was supposed to come over to your house," he said. "I was going to, I..."
"I know you were, darling," she said. She frowned. "My husband came home unexpectedly today, of all days." She smiled. "So I told him I had to go to a meeting and that I probably wouldn't be home until very late." She laughed bitterly. "He was upset because I wouldn't be there to make him his damn dinner. Well, it serves him right. After all the nights he's left me sitting alone, it's time he gets his comeuppance. Come on, darling, get in."
Bobby walked around to the passenger side of the car and slid in. The minute his door was closed, she took off rapidly. As they raced down the street, Bobby struggled to get the seatbelt fastened. He'd never seen her drive like this before.
Mrs. Parker noticed the young man's struggle with the seatbelt and smiled. "I'm sorry if it seems like I'm in a hurry, Bobby," she said, "but I do want to be alone with you. The sooner the better."
A short while later, Mrs. Parker pulled into the parking lot of a motel, parked in back where the car wouldn't be seen, and went inside to register.
Bobby waited in the car and observed Mrs. Parker carefully when she emerged from the motel office. She wore a white loose-knit cardigan sweater over a gray paisley pattern blouse and gray skirt. A string of pearls hung around her neck. She looked really nice, he thought. She saw him looking at her, smiled, and beckoned to him.
Bobby got out of the car and followed Mrs. Parker into the motel and up to the room she'd rented on the second floor. As he walked up the stairs behind her, he enjoyed watching her fine bottom move and a smile formed on his face. Farther down, his body was reacting to what he was seeing, too.
When they reached the room she'd rented, Mrs. Parker unlocked the door and went in. Bobby her, closed the door and put the chain latch on. Then he turned, grabbed Mrs. Parker, who was standing close to him, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her. She returned the kiss passionately.
"I...I feel so...so naughty," Helen murmured. "Checking into a motel with you like this, it's...it's so...so wicked!"
"I think it's exciting," Bobby replied. "I love it."
Mrs. Parker pressed against the young man with a soft moan, locking him once more in a powerful embrace.
Bobby's arms tightened around Mrs. Parker's lean body and his tongue caressed her lips. Her mouth opened, her tongue emerged, and dueled with his as the kiss continued. He slid his hands down and cupped her firm bottom, pulling her against the hardness at his groin.
Flushed and breathing hard, they leaned back in each other's arms. Mrs. Parker's lips were red and wet. Bobby took his hands from her bottom and opened her sweater. His companion let her arms drop to her sides and he pushed it down, then pulled it off and laid it on a nearby chair. When the sweater was out of the way, he unbuttoned her blouse, exposing her lacy white bra.
Bobby turned his attentions to Mrs. Parker's skirt, which quickly puddled at her feet. She now stood in front of him, wearing only the lacy bra and a pair of bikini underpants, with no pantyhose.
While Bobby was undressing Mrs. Parker, she was undressing him, too. When he was clad in only underwear and socks, the young man took her hand and they moved to the bed. Before they lay down, he undid the bra clasp between her breasts and her breasts sprang free of their confinement. Her huge nipples were already rigid. Next he peeled down her panties, removed his underwear, then they laid down on the bed.
"What do you think?" Mrs. Parker said, "I asked for a room with a water bed. I've never been in one before. I hope you don't mind."
"As long as you're in the bed with me," Bobby told her, "I don't care what kind of bed it is." He chuckled. "Unless, maybe, it's a bed of nails, I guess."
Their warm bodies came together, and they discovered that the undulating motion of the bed caused delightful friction between them.
Bobby had been thinking about making love with Mrs. Parker in school all day. Now that he had the chance, he wasted no time. He rolled atop her and her legs parted. His rigid penis was trapped between his belly and her already-wet gash. She moved against him and thrills coursed through him. He raised his hips and she reached between them, grasped his rigid pole, and guided it to her opening. Bobby thrust into her, forcing a gasp her.
"Oh, God! I need you so much! How did you know?" Mrs. Parker exclaimed, her eyes widening, as the young man slid into her.
"Because I needed you just as much!" Bobby grunted. With powerful strokes, he began to drive into her. He felt her snug channel clutching his probing shaft and knew he wouldn't be able to hold back his coming for long. But from the way Mrs. Parker was acting, he sensed it might be a toss-up as to which of them came first.
Mrs. Parker locked her legs around the young man and began to thrust her pelvis against him. Her arms locked round his neck and she pulled his face to hers. Their lips joined. Then wracking spasms shook her and she moaned into his mouth.
When Bobby felt the walls of Mrs. Parker's vagina rippling along his cock, milking him, sucking his juices from him, he could hold back no longer. His fluids shot into her, filling her, making his thrusts easier.
Mrs. Parker went wild and continued to groan into the young man's mouth and strain against him as pleasure tore through her. It had been too long, far too long, since she'd felt the wonderful feelings he always gave her.
When, at last, their frantic movements ended, Bobby lay atop Mrs. Parker, looking down into her smiling face. He bent and kissed her softly.
"It was wonderful wasn't it?" she asked.
Bobby grinned. "It's always wonderful when we make love!" he replied.
"What are we going to do now?" she asked.
The young man shrugged. "What would you like to do?" he asked.
"Let's make love until we're too tired to move!" Mrs. Parker exclaimed. She kissed him again.
"I like the sound of that," Bobby said. He rolled off her and they lay in each other's arms, enjoying the feeling of closeness, letting their bodies rejuvenate.
After a while, Bobby began stroking Mrs. Parker's back.
Mrs. Parker shivered as the young man's hand slid over her flesh. "Ohhhhh, Bobby!!!" she moaned, "That feels heavenly!"
"I must be doing it right, then," Bobby said.
Mrs. Parker smiled at him. "I'm all sticky," she told him. "I want to keep going, but I need a bath before we do anything else."
"There's a shower in the bathroom," he said, "enjoy yourself."
