Fran's Thingy

Frank rang the doorbell of an old friend's house. But he wasn't there to see Jane. No, today he wanted to see Jane's mom. Mrs. Jackson was a gorgeous MILF. And he had figured out how he could finally have her.

The door opened, and standing there was Mrs. Jackson, looking as hot as ever. The raven-haired beauty might be forty-five, but she still had curves in all the right places. Plus, the extra plumpness she had in her breasts and butt was not a bad thing.

"Frank, what brings you here?" she asked in surprise, since Jane and her dad were at a basketball game and would be gone all day. But Frank knew that. Before he answered, Frank held up some sort of gadget in front of Mrs. Jackson's eyes, pressed a button, and a light flickered in front of her eyes, making her blink.

"You invited me over, remember?" he said.

"I invited you over?" she asked, seeming to have trouble remembering. What she didn't realize was that there was nothing to remember. She hadn't invited Frank over, but the task of Frank's gadget was to mesmerize her so that anything he said, she would believe.

"You said it was something personal, so we should talk inside."

"Personal, oh yes, of course. Please, come in."

Frank stepped in and closed the door. Mrs. Jackson led him into the living room, and they sat down.

"Personal, personal," she mumbled, as if trying to remember.

"Yes," Frank said, now taking a big chance. "You wanted to show me your breasts, but couldn't remember how to undress."

"I wanted to show you my breasts?" Mrs. Jackson asked, a little caught off guard, but she quickly came around.

"Oh, yes, I wanted to show you my breasts. But how?" She looked down at her shirt, like she was confused as to what to do next.

"You need me to take your shirt off for you," Frank told her.

"Oh, yes."

Frank stood up and walked over to sit down next to Mrs. Jackson on the couch. He reached for the top button of her blouse and unbuttoned it, slowly working his way down, getting to see more and more of her impressive cleavage. Mrs. Jackson just sat there, letting him undress her. When he had her blouse completely unbuttoned, he pushed it wide open and pulled it off of her, revealing completely the red bra holding her lovely hooters. Frank wanted to touch them, but he knew he had to take things slowly.

"You said you wanted to let me see your tits, too."

"I want you to see my tits. But I think you'll have to help me with that as well," Mrs. Jackson said, now even more agreeable.

"My pleasure," Frank replied, smiling as he reached behind her to unclasp her bra.

He leisurely pulled it off, unveiling her rosy nipples. Frank took a glance at the bra's tag to see that she wore a 38DD bra.

"Very nice," Frank said, eyeing the woman's now completely nude top.

"Very nice," Mrs. Jackson repeated. "Thank you."

"Thank you," Frank replied. "But you know, since you have shown me your breasts, you really should let me see your pussy, too."

"I should let me see my pussy."

"You'll need to stand up so I can pull your pants and underwear down."

"I need to stand up so you can pull my pants and underwear down." Mrs. Jackson stood up, and so did Frank.

He then unsnapped and unzipped the fly of her slacks and pulled them down to her ankles. Mrs. Jackson politely stepped out of them. Frank gazed on her matching panties before grabbing them on both sides and sliding them over her ass and down her legs. The beautiful woman was now completely naked and standing there as if there was nothing strange about this. Frank liked seeing that her carpet matched her drapes.

"You need to turn around so I can see your butt, too."

Without a word now, Mrs. Jackson did as she was told. Frank wanted to fuck that ass so bad, but first things first.

"Mrs. Jackson, you wanted to show me your naked body for a couple of reasons. The first was so I could take photos of you."

"I want you to take nude photos of me."

Frank grinned and pulled out his cell phone. He had Mrs. Jackson pose in a variety of ways. He had her put her hands behind her head and push her breasts out. He had her spread her legs wide so he could get some good shots of her cunt. He had her bend over so he could take some photos of her butt. He had her hold her breasts up and pinch her nipples. He got photos of her naked from every angle he could think of before he moved on to the next step.

"Another reason was you wanted me to fuck you."

"I want you to fuck me. Follow me."

Frank grinned as she led him up to the bedroom. He hadn't told her to do that, but she was becoming more and more easy-going with his commands.

Once there, Frank told her to lie down on the bed while he got undressed. Mrs. Jackson had to admire the young man's long dick. She noted it was thicker than her husband's, too.

Frank climbed onto the bed with her and started by running his hands all over her naked body. He groped her breasts and pulled on her tits. He slid his fingers along the crack of her ass and her now quite wet slit, pushing one finger, then a second one into both openings. Finally, he couldn't wait any longer. He pushed his dick into her cunt, sliding in and out as he leaned forward to suck on her tits. Mrs. Jackson was in ecstasy. Her husband had never fucked her like this. She sighed with pleasure as Frank continued to fuck her. Just as he felt ready to blow his load, he pulled out. Mrs. Jackson moaned in disappointment as she hadn't orgasmed yet.

But her unhappiness was erased a moment later when Frank told her, "You want to suck my dick while I eat you out."

Frank lay down on his back and Mrs. Jackson wasted no time climbing on top of him, sucking his dick while she enjoyed the feeling of his tongue inside her. The two continued to pleasure each other, Frank fondling Mrs. Jackson's ass as well, until Frank felt her shudder with an orgasm. A moment later, he ejaculated into her mouth.

"Swallow it," he ordered, and she gulped it down.

Mrs. Jackson climbed off Frank and lay down next to him.

"That was awesome," Frank sighed.

"That was awesome," Mrs. Jackson agreed.

The two just lay there quietly for a bit until Frank said, 'We should clean up. You want to take a shower with me."

"I want to have shower sex with you," Mrs. Jackson agreed.

Frank followed Mrs. Jackson into the bathroom, admiring her ass.

She turned on the water, and the two stepped in together. Frank enjoyed himself running his hands all over the woman's soapy body. He didn't even order her to, but she jerked him off, getting him hard again. Once he got his second wind, he pushed his soapy dick into her soapy ass, making the woman moan in both pain and pleasure. A couple of pumps and he filled her ass with semen. The two washed up and dried off, heading back to the bedroom.

Frank looked at the clock and realized that Jane and her father would be home soon.

"We need to get dressed," he said.

"Yes, let's get dressed," Mrs. Jackson agreed.

Before Frank left, he turned to Mrs. Jackson at the front door and told her, "You will not remember what happened today, but you will remember that you must obey all commands I give you in the future."

As he stepped out the door to leave, he heard from behind him, "You know Frank, all you really had to do was ask. I've wanted to fuck you since you graduated high school."

Frank turned around in shock.

"Yeah, for that matter, so has Jane. My sister Linda is just one of several women in the neighborhood who always thought you were a hot, young thing, too."

Frank was speechless. His gadget had had no effect whatsoever. Mrs. Jackson was just playing along the whole time.

"Just give a call next time. I think we can work something out. My husband's out of town on business plenty, you know. Oh, and call me Sally," she finished before closing the door in Frank's astonished face.