Malcolm spent the weekend in a daze, the image of Mrs Polly Urquhart's tits was burned into his brain forever, the image of them surrounding his face as they bulged and bounced around his nose whilst his throbbing cock released its load repeatedly into her vice-like smooth relentless pussy. All he wanted was to get his hands on her again, his dick up her again but she played the innocent wife and mother all weekend. Her outfits during the weekend were at best suggestive of the bounteous curves that lay beneath.
At times he thought he must have imagined the slut that played her daughter and husband for fools as she milked the cum from his young balls time after time. To Polly, Malcolm was a bit of fun, not great with his young thin body and hard 6 inch cock which had no resistance to her grinding hips and smooth velvet tight pussy. She enjoyed, however, the fact that she was an obsession for the young man, that he would have sold his own mother and disowned his girlfriend for 10 more minutes on top of her.
It was Sunday evening and Malcolm needed a lift back to the station. Bernard had liked the lad, he was clearly clever and had a potentially good future. Malcolm was meek and well mannered all weekend although at times Bernard thought the lad was lost in a fog of deep thoughts. He was; thoughts of what it had felt like to have his cock deep in Bernard's wife whilst his balls churned every last drop they could produce to be pumped into her.
Bernard left for his regular Sunday evening drink with his friends in the local pub. Vicky bounded up to her mum:
"Thanks for a lovely weekend, I am so glad it has gone well. I think Malcolm and I have a real future."
"Are you thanking me for my cooking and being mummy or are you thanking me for not showing him my hot body dear?" Polly asked with a smile.
"Oh mum, I am sorry about that. I do trust you and I know Malcolm would never do anything with my mum," Vicky said.
"Well,mmm, but we both accept that I could fuck him if I wanted to; you accept that he couldn't resist me, don't you."
"Mum don't start this, you don't need to be so insecure, dad loves you very much, he worships the ground you walk on."
"So does Malcolm honey, all men do," Polly said softly. "I am going to give him a lift to the station. You do trust me, don't you darling?"
Vicky turned away to see Malcolm standing there. Polly slowly started unbuttoning her blouse, all eyes were transfixed on her as she sexily removed her shirt to reveal a black elasticated top which clung to her huge boobs, it showed no cleavage but a lot of her glorious toned tanned stomach. Her tits were encased in this clinging material, they looked huge, firm, glorious and she knew it.
Polly seductively peeled off her long skirt to reveal matching elasticated black shorts that clung to her fantastic arse and left nothing to the imagination. Her glorious tanned legs were suddenly on show again. She bent to pick up her handbag and turned sideways to allow Malcolm to admire her amazing body in profile.
She walked to the door, opened it and without looking back lifted one hand and snapped her fingers sharply. Like an obedient dog Malcolm followed her out of the house without even saying anything to his girlfriend.
She walked seductively to her white 2 seater sports car and slid in crossing her amazing legs and allowing Malcolm to stand and gawp at her incredible body.
"Other side honey" she said smiling.
He walked round and got in as Vicky stared from the door. Polly turned her back on Vicky so she could not see her in the car and slowly painted her lips with dark red lipstick. Malcolm thought that her lips looked like these were designed to suck cock.
"I kept expecting you to fuck me this weekend," she said, pouting playfully.
"How, uhh, when?" Malcolm stumbled his words, lost in her amazing eyes and tanned voluptuous body.
"A man with aching balls tends to find a way," she said casually unzipping him with one hand and easing his straining cock out of his trousers.
Polly suddenly turned the engine on and reversed sharply before skidding the car to a halt in front of the front door. Vicky was 3 or 4 yards away from the passenger side door and couldn't see Polly's hand slowly going up and down on Malcolm's cock as she stood at the door.
Polly hit the electric window button and the passenger window slid down.
