Anne had, had a few visits lately, from the son of an old friend of her husband. The boys father had died when he was young, and Anne's husband had been close to his friend and the boy (James) liked to talk to him and hear about what his father was like.
Anne was 43 years old 5'4,"with medium length brown hair and she had a 36-24-36 figure. Her husband worked hard, but he also drank hard, and nearly every night he would go for a drink after work.
James was 18, stocky and blonde. He normally came up to the house on a Friday evening and would sit for a while, not saying much. He always went to the bathroom when he was there, and seemed to be in there for a long time. Anne's husband didn't usually get in before 11.30pm and if he fell asleep on the train, he wouldn't get home until 3am.
Anne told her husband that James had visited a few times on a Friday evening, and he promised to get home early. But when he was in the bar, he never left until closing time at 11pm.
Because he drank so often, Anne wasn't getting too much sex or attention. She only had sex properly about once a week, and the other times when her husband was horny, she would get a screw, but because of the drink, it wouldn't be any good and would leave her frustrated. She often had to masturbate, to get any satisfaction, and sometimes, the fantasy of her masturbation was young James. She imagined his young eager hard cock plunging into her and making her come hard and wet.
It was Friday again and as usual Anne would have a bath, in anticipation, in case her husband was reasonably sober and would want to make love to her. As she dried off, she had a premonition that James would call this evening. She threw her dirty underwear in the basket next to the bath and thought about what to wear.
She dressed in a mid-thigh length skirt and figure hugging top. Underneath she was wearing a white lace bra with matching panties and a garter belt with flesh coloured stockings. At 10 o' clock the doorbell rang, Anne knew it would be James. She had thought about him most of the evening and she had a plan.
When she opened the door, he was there. A stupid grin on his face and he was smartly dressed and smelled nice as he walked past her into the hallway. Anne led him into the living room and he sat on the couch. She asked him if he would like a beer and he nodded.
When Anne came back she handed him his beer and sat on the couch next to him. After a few minutes of talking and catching up, Anne could see James looking down at her thighs. Her skirt had ridden up a little, but it was enough to reveal the tops of her stockings. She left it for a moment and then adjusted herself pulling her skirt down a little to cover her modesty.
James excused himself and went to the bathroom. Again, he was taking his time in there, and Anne thought she would go and listen, to see what he was up to. She went silently down the hall and listened at the door.
Anne could hear groaning coming from the bathroom and had an idea that James was not in pain. She tried the door handle and found that it was not locked. She slowly and quietly turned the handle and opened the door.
James did not realise that the door was open and Anne was watching him. She was looking at James sitting on the toilet with his trousers and shorts at his ankles, he had a pair of her dirty panties in his left hand, which he was holding to his nose, and he was wanking the biggest, thickest hard-on that Anne had ever seen. Anne watched this beautiful sight for a few seconds before she let out a cough, to catch his attention. He mumbled "sorry," as he tried to cover himself with the hand that was holding the panties.
Anne looked steadily at him, and slowly pulled her skirt up with one hand, to reveal her lace covered crotch. Anne said, "if you want, you can sniff these." She walked toward him, saying, "but first, Let me finish you off." She knelt in front of him and took the massive tool in her hand. His prick was 8 ½ to 9 inches long and about 2 ½ inches in diameter and it was circumcised, with a big thick knob.
She took it into her mouth, and began to run her lips up and down it. James must have been ready to come, because after a few deep sucks, she felt his hot salty spunk shoot into her mouth. She swallowed it all and looked up at James with a big smile on her face. His mouth was open and he had a look of disbelief on his face. Anne came up and French kissed him, giving him a taste of himself in the process.
