Bobby walked up the sidewalk towards Helen Parker's house very slowly. He was feeling a little nervous. He was supposed to have gone to her house the day before, but the "chores" Mrs. Dennison wanted his help with wound up taking most of the day.
When he finally did get home, he was so exhausted he plopped down in a chair in the living room and fell asleep. When he woke up, he knew Mrs. Parker would be angry that he hadn't showed up, but it was so late, he didn't dare call her. He knew she was probably upset with him, but he thought he better go over and see her and try to apologize.
He stood outside the Parker house, looking at the door, wondering how Mrs. Parker would react when she saw him. He took a deep breath. Sooner or later, he had to face her, so he might as well get it over with, no matter what happened.
He didn't bother to knock. He opened the door and entered the kitchen. Mrs. Parker was at the kitchen counter, her back to him. She had on a white pullover shirt and jeans that showed just what a nice bottom she had. Bobby wondered why he'd never noticed how sexy she was before.
"Good morning," Bobby said.
"Good morning," Helen replied without looking at him. Her tone was sharp.
"I..." Bobby said.
"I'm busy, Bobby," she snapped, cutting him off.
Bobby wasn't sure what to do. He could turn around and leave and let her stew, but he didn't want her angry with him. She might not let him have sex with her again and he didn't want that to happen.
"You...you could have at least called and told me you weren't coming over yesterday," Helen said. "It...it was rude not to at least call."
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Parker," Bobby said. "I really am. You're right; I should have called. It's just that, you know, I had some things to do and they took a lot longer than I expected, and..." He didn't dare tell her any more. It wouldn't help him make up with her if she found out that he'd stood her up because he was enjoying a day of sexual ecstasy with someone else.
"I waited for you..." Helen said, with some pain in her voice. "I...I was really looking forward to...to having you over."
"I really am sorry," Bobby said. "I mean that." He walked across the kitchen and laid his hand on her shoulder.
Helen tried to pull away from him. Unfortunately, she didn't have much room to move - the counter was in front of her and Bobby was behind her - so even after her attempt to avoid his touch, they were still very near each other.
Helen wanted to be angry with him. She had been looking forward to making love with the young man again and when he didn't show up, she was left both horny and irritated.
Unfortunately, as much as she wanted to be angry and to let him know that, her body was betraying her. She was still horny and Bobby's nearness and the touch of his hand on her shoulder had her simmering! She didn't want to give in to him. Not now; not after he stood her up like he did, but...
Bobby decided that, despite Mrs. Parker's anger, he could bring her around. He put his arms around her waist and pulled her against him. She didn't resist, but the stiff way she held herself let him know she still wasn't happy.
"If you think you can make up for standing me up, you're mistaken," Helen said firmly. She shuddered as delight ran through her and hoped he hadn't noticed.
Bobby, encouraged by the fact she wasn't trying to get out of his embrace, pressed on. His cock was starting to stiffen, in part because she was a very sexy lady, but also because her anger turned him on. He kissed her neck and licked her ear.
Helen leaned her head away. "Don't think you can get to me that easily, young man," she said. "What...what you did wasn't very nice." She didn't move out of his embrace. She couldn't. She wanted to feel him against her, to feel his hands on her, doing things to her... She shook her head, trying to clear it.
"You mean if I do this, you won't like it?" Bobby asked. He cupped her breasts and felt her huge nipples pressing against his palms. She wasn't wearing a bra! His cock grew rigid and he pressed the stiffening organ against her soft buttocks. At the same time he kissed and nibbled her ear and neck under her soft black hair.
"B-Bobby..." Helen stammered. She squirmed, putting even more pressure on his cock. All that did was make the fleshy tube press against her harder. "I...I'm really...really...angry...with...you." She did nothing to get out of his grasp. She didn't want to. Her anger was fading, changing to need - the overpowering need she felt every time he touched her! While the young man's fingers caressed her stiffening nipples, which were poking out against her blouse, Helen's anger fled and her body began to fill with undeniable need.
Bobby felt Mrs. Parker sagging against him. Her buttocks kept pressing against him, moving rhythmically against his stiffening cock. "You aren't still mad, are you?" he whispered, thrusting his tongue into her ear, continuing his gentle massage of her breasts and nipples. "You don't want me to stop, do you?"
Helen's hands covered Bobby's, pressing them tighter against her breasts. "I...I should make you stop," she murmured. She couldn't resist him. "What...what you did...yesterday...it...it wasn't nice at all."
"You like it when I do this, don't you?" Bobby whispered. "You like it a lot."
"God!" Helen groaned, her bottom pressing against him even harder. "You make me crazy!"
Bobby stopped massaging Mrs. Parker's breasts long enough to pull the blouse over her head. She lifted her arms to make it easier for him to do it. Then he slid his hands onto her bare belly and she moaned with delight. He felt a tremor go through her. He was turning her on!
Helen was experiencing powerful craving for the young man. His hands were setting her on fire! Every time he touched her felt better than the time before!
Once more Bobby cupped Mrs. Parker's breasts and began squeezing them gently, rubbing her nipples. Her hands moved onto his and she continued pressing against him. She wanted him! She wasn't angry with him any more!
"Touch my breasts, Bobby!" Helen purred.
Bobby did, letting the rigid buds press into his palms as he softly, gently, rotated them against her swollen mounds.
Helen groaned and her legs began trembling. "I...I can't resist you," she murmured. "The minute you touch me I feel all funny inside. I...I can't stay angry with you, not for a minute!"
"I'm glad," Bobby whispered. He slid one hand down and undid the clasp at the waist of her jeans.
"We ought...to...to go...let's go...in the...the bed...room," Helen stammered, her body quaking visibly.
"Not yet," Bobby replied softly. He slid his hand under the loosened waistband of her jeans, down under her panties, and through the lush pubic forest between her legs. His fingers encountered wetness. She was as turned on as he was.
Helen's hips shot forward, pressing her pulsing vagina against her nephew's hand. She groaned. "Yes!! Touch me!!! Oh, God, Bobby!!! Touch me!!!" she crooned, her hips gyrating as Bobby's fingers slid over her soaking pussy, exploring her, titillating her. Her hand slid between them and she gripped his cock. "Yes!!!! Oh, yessss!!!"
Bobby was having trouble standing, as was Helen. Passion had robbed them of strength. Holding her against him, he backed toward a kitchen chair. As they moved, Bobby slid her jeans down and she stepped out of them.
"We... should go...to the...the bedroom," Helen murmured, then she shuddered when Bobby took her clit between his thumb and forefinger and began stroking it.
Bobby couldn't wait that long. He undid his pants with his free hand and pushed them down then he sat down on the chair, turned Mrs. Parker around, and pulled her onto his lap, her legs straddling his. His rigid cock strained against the damp panel of her panties seeking entry to her warm, tight opening.
