Grant hesitated again. He wasn't prepared for questions. Jon said nothing about questions. But she hadn't kicked him out yet, or called her husband. He decided to push it.
"When I look at you it gets really hard."
"Is that so?"
"Yes."
"What do you want me to do about it?"
"Maybe you could help me figure out why it gets so hard."
She put the scotch glass on the counter. Her hand reached for his crotch and rubbed the hard lump. His eyes rolled back and closed.
"It is very hard, isn't it?" she said. He could only nod. "We'd better go up to my room. You can show it to me there."
She led the way up the stairs, walking slowly and rocking her hips side to side. Her ass was just about level with his face and he could not tear his eyes away.
At the top of the stairs they turned left. Loren's room was to the right, and her door was open. She might get mad that he wasn't coming to see her, but what could he do about it?
He followed Mrs. Stills into her bedroom. She closed the door and sat on the bed with her legs crossed.
"Ok, go ahead. You can show it to me now," she said.
Her eyes were staring at the front of his jeans. He unbuckled his belt, and his hands were shaking. His jeans fell to his ankles and he pushed his shorts down. His dick stood straight out. Her eyes grew wide.
"My goodness, Grant. That's a very large penis you have. How long did you say it is?"
"I don't know. I never measured it."
"Come over here so I can get a closer look."
She uncrossed her legs. He waddled toward her. She grabbed his dick and pulled him even closer, between her spread legs.
"It must be a foot long, at least," she said in a soft, low voice. Her fingers caressed the shaft and reached under to rub his balls.
Grant closed his eyes. His breathing was shallow. Her touch was so delicate, so soothing. When she spoke, her mouth was barely an inch from his dick and he could feel the warmth of her breath.
"Did I make it hard like this?"
"Yeah," he said, but could barely choke out the word.
"It must get very uncomfortable for you. What can I do to make it better?"
His chest was tight. He could hardly breathe.
"You can kiss it," he said.
"You want me to kiss it?" She was looking up at him with wide, blinking eyes. She held the shaft of his dick against her cheek with both hands.
Grant just nodded. He couldn't make words come out any more.
"How about right here on the tip? How about if I kiss the tip?"
Her soft lips touched the tip of his dick with a smack and he groaned. He locked his knees to keep them from giving out. She kissed it again.
"I hope that's better. But it's still very, very hard. Maybe I should kiss it some more."
Grant swallowed hard and grunted "Ok," but she had already smothered the head in a big, wet kiss. Her lips moved down the side of the shaft, and her warm breath made his pubic hairs tingle.
"You taste delicious," she said. Her voice was muffled by his dick.
"Thanks," was all he could think to say. What else was he supposed to say to a woman who said she liked the taste of his dick?
Her lips parted wide around the head of his dick, then it was going into her mouth. Grant groaned. He couldn't believe it was really happening. Her mouth was warm and moist. His knees started to give out he put his hands on her shoulders to hold himself up.
She had one hand on his thigh and one hand around his shaft, and her head moved back and forth. Her mouth made slurping noises and she was dripping drool all over the place. With a gasp, she yanked his dick out and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
"Goodness, that's a lot of cock," she said. A string of saliva stretched from her lower lip to the head of his dick. "I'm having trouble getting more of it in my mouth. I want you to push it in with your hips, ok?"
"Ok," he said, but he wasn't sure what she meant.
She stared at it like she was concentrating really hard and pumped it with both hands in a tight grip. When she was ready, she opened her mouth wide and jammed his dick in to the back of her mouth, where it made her gag. His first reaction was to jerk away, but she held him in place with her hands around his legs, and pulled him toward her. He had no choice but to push his dick deeper into her mouth with his hips. A couple more inches of the shaft slid between her lips, which only made her gag more. She held him there, bobbing her head back and forth. The feeling was so good it made his toes curl in his shoes.
Finally she pushed him away. His dick flopped out of her mouth, and with it a glob of saliva that landed on the carpet by his foot. She coughed furiously and wiped at the tears from her eyes. When she recovered, she looked up at him and grinned.
"How was that?" she said. She put her hand around his slimy shaft and pumped slowly.
"That was ... pretty good."
Mrs. Stills frowned. "Just pretty good? I can do better than pretty good." She licked the head and sucked it between her lips. "I always wanted to find a dick long enough that I could swallow. I'll just keep trying until I get it right."
She opened her mouth wide, but just before she put his dick in, she paused and turned to the open window.
"What is it?" Grant said, feeling impatient. He wished she wouldn't stop now, not before she made him shoot his wad.
"I heard something. Hold on." She got up and went to the window, but stood at the side by the wall and looked down into the back yard. "Shit. My husband's boss and his bitch wife are here."
"What are you gonna do?" Grant said. He was still standing in front of the bed with his jeans around his ankles and his hard dick standing out.
"I have to go down there and say hi. You stay here. I'll be back in a few minutes." She stopped at the door. "And don't jerk off. I want your cum for myself."
Grant's shoulders slumped. What was he supposed to do now? She was so close. Another minute and she would have made him shoot his stuff. What if her husband came up and found him half naked in his bedroom? How was he supposed to explain that? He would kick the shit out of him and he'd never find out what Mrs. Stills meant about swallowing his dick.
It started to go limp. He sighed and sat down on the bed where she was sitting. He rubbed himself to keep it hard, but it went soft anyway. Now Mrs. Stills would have to start all over, and what if he couldn't get it hard again?
He sighed and leaned back on the bed with both hands. That was when he noticed Loren standing outside the door, partly hidden by the door frame.
"Hi," he said, and tried to cover himself with both hands.
She came into the room. "What are you doing in here? I was waiting for you in my room."
"Your Mom brought me in here."
"What for?"
"To suck my dick."
Loren sat next to him on the bed. "Really? Was she doing it?"
"Well, yeah," Grant said. She kept trying to see under his hands and he squeezed his legs together.
"What do you mean? Didn't you like it?"
"I liked it?"
"Then what's wrong?"
"Well, she had to leave, and we weren't finished."
"Oh," Loren said. She finally managed to pull one of his hands away from his lap. "It's all soft. Isn't it supposed to be hard?"
"It was hard when your Mom was sucking on it."
"What made it go soft?"
Grant sighed. "I thought about what your Dad would do if he found me here."
"Yeah. I bet he'd be really mad. Do you want me to get it hard again?" she said.
She was already rubbing his dick and it was starting to get hard again. He leaned back on the bed and supported himself on his elbows.
"That feels really good," he said.
"I'll get you hard but I am not gonna put it in my mouth. That just sounds gross," she said, and wrinkled her nose.
"Your Mom didn't mind. She liked it."
"I don't care. I don't even wanna try it."
He grew hard quickly. Her small hand would not close around the shaft.
"Maybe one day you'd like to touch me down there," she said and spread her legs.
"No you won't," Mrs. Stills said from the doorway.
Loren snatched her hand away and closed her legs. Grant sat up quickly and tried to push his dick down between his legs, but it was too difficult to hide.
"Hi Mom. I was just-" Loren started to say.
"I know what you were just about to do. I thought we talked about fooling around with boys? You're not old enough."
"I'm eighteen, Mom. And he told me you were sucking him and he got soft after you left, so I was just helping him get hard again."
"She didn't even want to put it in her mouth," Grant said.
Mrs. Stills had her hands on her hips and let them drop to her sides.
"Fine. Loren, we'll talk about this later. Go down and find your cousin. Try to keep her out of trouble, too."
Loren hopped off the bed and ran out of the room. Mrs. Stills shut the door behind her. When she turned to Grant she had a black, angry look on her face.
"You weren't thinking about making my daughter suck your cock, were you?"
Grant hesitated before he answered. "Maybe."
"Maybe? Loren is not ready to fool around with boys. I'm not ready for her to be putting her hands on a cock. She is definitely not ready for you."
He got up and pulled up his jeans. "If you're mad at me I can leave."
"Get back on that bed and get your pants off. You're not going anywhere until I'm done with you."
She unbuttoned her shorts, let them drop to the floor and stepped out. Under the shorts she wore tiny black panties.
"What are you doing?" he said.
He let his jeans fall back to the floor, but he was too stunned to sit down. She took off her panties and walked toward him.
"Have you ever made love with a woman?"
"No."
Her hands touched his shoulders and gently pushed him back on the bed. He fell over like a tree.
"I have to be back to the party in a few minutes. I don't have time to teach you all about that so I'm just gonna fuck you."
"Ok," he said. He was laying on his back with his dick standing straight up, and swallowed hard.
