Sherry Haig dipped her hands into the soapy water of her kitchen sink and felt around for her son's favorite glass. Ethan had purchased it at the Canton County Fair when he was thirteen. It was a huge 44-ounce glass that had a picture of some scantily clad model leaned over a hot rod with flames down the side. The first time she saw it she had told her husband, Arthur, that it was inappropriate and offensive. Arthur just said boys would be boys and before long it became a staple around the house.
That was six years ago, reflected Sherry. As her long slender fingers grasped the edge of the glass she pulled it out of the sink and let the water from the faucet rinse it clear of soap. Turning it slowly in her hand she looked once again at the glass. The young woman model draped over the hood was, Sherry had to admit, a very attractive woman. A little too much makeup, perhaps, but she had an incredible body. She could imagine her son finding this glass, in his current hormonal state, very arousing.
Suddenly her mind filled with images of her son lying in bed, his hand gripped tightly around his large throbbing cock as he stared intently at the near naked image of the sexy model. Sherry gasped out loud, stunned by the course her mind had suddenly taken.
She had never in her whole life had such a vivid image flash in her thoughts. She could feel her heart pounding and beads of perspiration break out on her forehead. "My God," she said to herself, "I....I never..."
Sherry, more than a little flustered, left the kitchen and walked across her large well decorated home and into her bedroom. Stopping at her dressing table she looked at herself in the mirror. She was still a very attractive woman, even for being thirty-six years old. Her body had held up fairly well over time, at 5'3" 125lbs she was a little plumper than when she was a cheerleader at Canton County High School. But, most of those additional pounds were in her now very ample breasts.
After Ethan was born, Sherry's C-Cup breasts, already a focal point of many men in Canton, had grown to a D-Cup almost overnight. She had expected them to shrink after she had completed breast-feeding, but they hadn't. Arthur of course loved it. Even though they often looked somewhat disproportional with her small frame, he knew many a man would kill to place their hands on those titties.
Now Sherry stared at herself in the mirror, feeling her heart race and nipples harden. It had been so long since her and Arthur had made love. So long since she had felt a man inside her. He was so busy being the town's chief financial offer that he never had time for her anymore. That could explain why, she thought, she had just had such lewd thoughts about her own son, she needed a man in her bed again.
Sherry closed her eyes and imagined herself with Arthur. Feeling his rough skin against hers. His firm hard body pressed tightly to her. As her mind wandered down the erotic path, she reached up and slowly untied the straps to her sundress. With her neck leaned back, and her mouth slightly parted, she flicked the final strap and felt the tiny white dress slip to her feet. Opening her eyes she looked once again at herself in the mirror. Her large heavy breasts and their big round nipples, her slim waist and curvy hips, all reminded her that she was still an incredible woman. She reached up and slowly slid her hand down across her trim abdomen, while at the same time slightly parting her legs slightly. As she touched her now very wet pussy, she felt her body tingle with pleasure.
In the distance part of her mind she could hear herself moan in pleasure as she slowly slid her index finger up into the tight hot confines of her pussy.
Sherry realized that she needed a full release, she was way too far gone to stop now. She quickly turned and ran over to her bed...
Scott Wheeler walked around the side of Ethan Haig's house looking for his glove. Earlier that day he and Ethan had been playing catch. Ethan's Mom had bitched them out for knocking the old green tennis ball they used against the house and waking the baby, so they had decided to run over to Jenny Tripelo's house and play Nintendo instead.
Ethan had a thing for Jenny so when they started acting all sweet on each other Scott made a quick exit. Watching them kiss and play wrestle with each other had got Scott flustered. He would love to be with a girl like Jenny, but Scott was generally seen as a geek. It seemed the only time girls would even talk to him was to ask if they could copy his homework, or they would ask him to convey some heartfelt message to Ethan for them. So he figured he'd leave them be and go recover his glove which he had left outside the Haig's house.
As he neared the spot where his glove lay he heard a strange sound, like a moan or something. So he walked over to one of the windows and looked inside.
Too his amazement he saw Mrs. Haig laid out naked on her big canopy bed. Her eyes were closed and she had knocked several of the expensive white lace overstuffed pillows on the floor. Her legs were spread wide and she was sliding the index finger of her right hand in and out of her pussy.
"Holy Fuck!" Scott whispered.
This was unbelievable, his best friend's Mom, and the woman he had jacked off to probably a hundred times was fucking friggin herself in plain view. Scott felt his cock spring to attention as he watched the tits he had dreamed about for years rock rhythmically on her chest as she lifted her hips to meet her thrusting finger. He could hear her soft moans of pleasure through the open window.
Sherry could feel the wave of her orgasm approaching. It had been several months since she had done this, and the built up passion that had laid dormant for so long was now ready to burst. She bit her lower lip and reached up with her left hand to grip the soft pillow that lay beneath her head. Her mind raced with images of her making love to Arthur, feeling the man she loved driving his shaft deep into her body, making her groan and beg for more.
Then she thought of how her husband had forgotten her, left her without sex for so long, and the face became blank. In her mind her husband was gone, and it was the faceless form of a stranger plunging his massive cock into her. This image suddenly pushed her over the brink, she felt her toes curl and her inner thigh muscles tighten wildly as her orgasm raced from her loins throughout her body.
"Oh Jesus!" She screamed between clenched teeth, shaking her short sandy blonde head in convulsive pleasure.
She began thrusting her hips up into the air, lifting her tightly clenched ass clear off the bed as she exploded in pleasure.
Scott, by this point, had reached into his pants and pulled out his cock and was now stroking it furiously. Never in his life had he witnessed such a scene. He imagined his cock dipping into her soft pussy with the same abandon as her own glistening finger now did. He imagined Mrs. Haig telling him to fuck her, telling him to drive HIS cock into her like the stud he was. Scott felt his loins lurch in pleasure, felt the familiar feeling of semen rush through his shaft, just as it had a hundred times before, when after school, alone in his room he had jacked off to his Dad's old playboy magazines.
Only this time it was so much more intense, so much more pleasurable. Scott threw his head back and felt his semen shoot from the plump head of his cock. He felt his knees weaken and nearly collapse beneath him.
"Yeah Bitch," he hissed, "take my cock!"
"What?" He heard a female voice say in some distant part of his consciousness.
"Oh my God, what are you doing!"
Scott's eyes burst open in surprise only to see Mrs. Haig on her feet hastily trying to cover her naked form with a big pillow as she looked directly at him and his now visible cum covered cock and hand.
Scott tried to run but realized his pants and belt were now down around his ankles and his sneakers made it impossible for him to get out of the pants. As he jerked back and tried to turn around for some kind of cover he lost his footing and fell painfully to the ground.
"Aaagghh!" He screamed as he felt a harsh burning sensation on his backside.
Rolling over on his side, while still gripping his sticky cock protectively, he looked down and saw that he had fallen on one of Lisa's toys. Lisa was the Haig's youngest daughter, she was twelve, and apparently still played with Barbie's Sports Corvette, because the little plastic steering wheel was imbedded in Scott's ass.
"Oh Fuck!" he yelled, "That fucking hurts."
Sherry Haig ran to the window when she heard Scott scream in pain. At first she had been unsure who had been looking at her, since the sunlight from behind Scott had temporarily left him in a dark silhouette. But after her eyes had adjusted she realized it was Ethan's friend Scott. Still it had taken her a minute to reconcile her recognition of him, with the fact that he had his dick out and was masturbating against the side of her house. As she looked out the window, all the while trying to carefully cover herself with the pillow, she looked down to see Scott sprawled across the ground with tears in his eyes and some kind of object sticking out of his butt.
Sherry wasn't sure what to do. Should she call the police? The scandal in the small town of Canton would be huge. She could already hear the rumor mill churning, "Did you here about Arthur Haig's wife, she got caught masturbating by a eighteen year old boy." No, she thought, the police were out of the question.
She could just close the window and ignore him. That seemed like a good idea. Unfortunately, she didn't know how badly Scott was hurt, or how long he may lay their half-naked. It would not be long before one of her neighbors noticed.
She figured she had no choice, she had to remain quiet, go outside and bring him in, see how bad he was injured, and then convince him not to tell anyone.
Scott continued to squirm on the ground.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he whispered under his breath, "I am fucking fucked." Scott assumed that at any moment the police would be coming to get him. His mind reeled with the thought of having to explain this to his parents, much less the impending harassment of his classmates.
Then, suddenly, he felt someone drop a sheet over him. He looked up through watery eyes to see Mrs. Haig, dressed in a big terry cloth robe, leaning over him and helping him to his feet.
