Chris heard the door opening slowly and quickly adjusted his position, pulling the sheets up around him.
"How did I get here?" he wondered, almost aloud.
What the hell was he doing, in other words, taking these kinds of risks? Full out jerking off, not even under the covers, not even having closed the door fully first. Much less with a plan of where we would cum, how he would make it down the hall to the bathroom to clean himself without being seen. It was almost like he wanted to get caught, which of course, in his fantasies, he did.
He couldn't think, he couldn't calm himself. All he was was a bundle of lust. His giant hard-on pressed against the blanket, he made sure to keep his hands on the blanket too, on his legs, casually (he thought), applying pressure to keep his stiff cock as concealed as possible, to prevent it from making the blanket stick up and even wag uncontrollably back and forth. That's right, his hard prick was jumping with excitement. He could feel a little pre-cum oozing out.
Mrs. Anderson, as he knew her, or just Elaine, as she knew herself, asked if everything was OK. She just wanted to check if he needed anything before she went to bed.
"Yes," he said, everything was OK, and, "no," he didn't need anything.
But he could see her nipples in her white silk nightgown. How could everything be OK? He didn't care that she was his friend's mother. She was separated from her husband and still beautiful. She must have needs and he wanted her in a crazy frenzied way.
She, of course, had heard the sudden rustle and adjustment as she opened the door, and had smiled to herself. The silly boy actually thought he was concealing something. As if she hadn't heard him from well down the hall, furiously wanking his 19 year old cock. She would have to teach him to slow down a bit, to savour his strokes instead of rushing, to really get the most out of his body and its wonderful sensations.
She smiled to herself, picturing his young firm body, before any of the corruptions that would come much later, the sagging, the balding. He was fit and in a great time in his life, ready to embark on sexual explorations. He was at the perfect point to learn to give and receive pleasure. As she pictured his young sweet dick, his naked ass, the deep dimples that showed when he smiled, she considered barging in and taking him between her legs right then and there.
But no, she wanted to wait for a while. She wanted to play innocent so that he would feel more of a sense of accomplishment when he at last won her. She hadn't gone 10 steps down the hallway before she heard the muffled but distinct sound once again of Chris' passionate masturbation. Her pussy, shaved bare and naked under her nightgown was definitely tingly. She longed to be filled up my his young eager manhood. She thought about him first licking her delicate cunt lips, working his way up to her clit, loving what would likely be his first taste of a woman.
With these and many more dirty ideas running through her head Elaine crept slowly back toward the door. Ever so cautiously she cocked her head closer and listened to the sounds of the young man inside, fucking himself. As she peered silently through the old door's non-functioning keyhole she was thrilled by what she saw.
Chris was standing, fully naked, with the lights turned on, in front of a large mirror in a wooden frame. His left hand rubbed his near hairless chest and dug into his pecks and belly. His right hand was wrapped tightly around his stiff shaft. He was jerking off and inspecting his own cock with pride as he did so.
Something about this prick, its length and colour and very slight bend to the right reminded Elaine of the first one she had ever sucked, nearly 30 years previously. The joy she had found in swirling her tongue around the engorged head, in looking up into the blue eyes of a man who squirmed and moaned. A big tough guy whose knees had buckled as he shot ropes of cum onto her face and massive tits. She was hooked. It was the first time she had felt like a real woman. She had never been able to get rid of the impressions she was left with, things like the faint but distinct smell of his balls and of the load they'd released.
Afterward she had needed more and more of this kind of attention. She had gone on to fuck all sorts of men. Sometimes two in the same day, once or twice she even allowed herself to be taken by more than one man at the same time. Once this had proven very painful when she'd permitted them to penetrate her in both her pussy and her ass at the same time. Aside from that experience though, she had always been able to handle pretty much whatever was thrown at her.
Elaine tried to keep this aspect of her character concealed at all cost. Her family, even her friends, thought of her more as a sweetheart - boring, average and dependable. She didn't think of herself as a slut per se, but she knew that she had a powerful sexual appetite. Even though she didn't dress provocatively, men had always been interested in her, not for her face, which was cute but plain, but mostly for her gigantic breasts.
