This is the forth of 6 separate stories that was taken from a much larger piece. They take place on the same day, at the same time, during the same snow storm. Since each is a story all its own, it doesn't matter which one you read first. WK
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Parker Lane woke up with an agonizing groan. He had rolled over and crushed his rock hard piss hard on, and the pain jolted him awake. Momentarily disoriented, he got up slowly and sat on the edge of the bed.
Then, with sudden clarity, he realized that it was much too light out. "Fuck! I'm late!," he grumbled as he rushed to open his door. With his bobbing, aching dick leading the way, he walked as quickly as he could to the bathroom.
He sighed loudly as the release of too much coffee and soda from the night before rushed out of his body, thinking the only better feeling was sex. Once he was done, he glanced at his watch and his heart sank. It was already 9:30. Why hadn't his alarm gone off?
Back in his room, he was just about to check the alarm clock, when he glanced outside. Another loud sigh of relief rushed from him, when he realized there would be no school today.
The snow was coming down so hard and heavy, he could barely make out the street. It was then that he remembered that he and his mom had a house guest, a woman that his mother had known from her college days had come to stay with them awhile. She was trying to get a fresh start on life, and his mother thought it would be a good idea to have her live with them to help make ends meet.
Parker wasn't prepared for his "Aunt" Lydia. She was pretty much the total opposite of his straight-laced, neat freak mother. Yes, he thought his mother was beautiful, but Lydia was just short of stunning. At 45, she still had the body of a late twenty-something and the attitude to match.
She laughed, she joked, she teased, and she had fun. Parker had spent most of the time trying desperately not to look at Lydia's slightly sagging but still good to look at breasts, and the awesome camel toe she had crammed into possibly the tightest stretch pants he had ever seen on a woman.
The pants, whose creator he would forever praise, were like a second skin on Lydia's body, showing off every aspect of the woman's curves, bulges and cellulite. He was thankful that he wasn't being paid much attention to, wrestling with hiding his obvious "pleasure" in what she was wearing, and trying to keep from being caught staring at her.
"Well, good morning!" Lydia called to him as he came down the stairs. When he saw that all she had on was a skimpy T-shirt and high cut panties, he almost tripped on himself and fell down the stairs.
"Keep your eyes off the prize," he screamed in his head. "Morning, Lydia," he smiled, groaning softly as she embraced him when he reached the landing. "I take it I don't have school today?"
"Nope, looks like you've got a nice 3 day weekend," she replied cheerfully. She then pointed to the kitchen table, something she did so quickly that it caused her large, unencumbered breasts to swing and sway under the T-shirt. "I made you breakfast, but I wasn't sure what you wanted to drink, so I didn't get you anything."
"Thank you," he smiled weakly, trying to look anywhere but in her direction. He knew the safest place to look would be directly into her pretty gray-blue eyes, but if he even attempted to look in her direction, his eyes would instantly wander in dangerous directions. "Aren't you going to eat, too?" he asked as he sat, trying to make polite conversation. He also figured, if she were sitting at the table with him, he would have no choice but to look her in the eyes.
"Thank you for offering, sugar, but I'm just going to tidy up a bit." As he ate, he watched her picking up things that had been strewn around the house, mostly her things. And as she cleaned, she did an awful lot of bending over, not only allowing him to fully see her breasts under the T-shirt, but also giving him a nice view of the incredible plump package she had hidden beneath her stretch pants.
That soft bulge intrigued him, the way it pushed against the cotton fabric and showed only the slightest hint of camel toe split. His cock agreed with him as well; for a woman in her forties, she certainly looked good. After he was almost caught looking a third time, he decided the safest thing to do would be to finish his breakfast and then go out and tackle the quickly accumulating snow that was piling up outside. "Come in if you get too cold or tired," she said to him as he walked out the door.
The whole time he was outside, his mind created all types of scenarios, all of which involved him and Lydia in one sexual embrace or another. After each one, however, he would chuckle to himself. "Like that'll ever happen," he muttered. "You only read about that stuff in magazines, or see it in movies and hear about it in locker rooms. It doesn't happen to real people."
Once he realized that trying to keep up with the blizzard's wrath after getting rid of what it had dumped thus far was futile, Parker went back into the house. After a hot shower, he threw on a pair of sweats and a long sleeved T-shirt and went down stairs to see if he could ogle Lydia's body some more.
"What're you watching?" he asked as he sat on the couch. To be on the safe side, he sat at the opposite end from her, both to get a better angle at checking her out, and to keep himself from suddenly losing it and attacking the hot, older woman.
"Jerry Springer," she replied, the slight hint of a Southern drawl in her voice. The way she was sitting on the couch made his cock twitch. One leg was drawn up under her, while the other was placed flat footed on the cushion so she could wrap her arm around her leg.
This position left that beautiful bulge that he found so fascinating fully exposed to his viewing pleasure. And seeing as how she was so wrapped up in the show, she never noticed him looking, although he did his best not to stare for too long a period of time.
"Was there anything you wanted to see?" she asked as the show concluded.
Parker shook his head. "Nope, anything you want to watch is fine with me," he smiled.
Lydia surprised him with a chuckle. "No, what I mean is, you keep staring between my legs. You've been doing it all morning. I was just wondering if there was anything there you wanted to see."
At first, panic nearly froze his pounding heart. He had been caught, and she would most likely tell his mother. Then, in a brief instant, something came over him. If he was going to get into trouble, he might as well do it in a grand fashion. With a boldness he never thought he could muster, he smiled at her. "As a matter of fact, yes," he smiled. I've been enjoying looking at you all morning, and I would love to see you naked."
He waited for the face slap, the screaming of "Pervert!" or the "Wait until your mother gets home" line. Instead, what he got was, "All you had to do was ask, sugar," and then watched, slack jawed as she pulled off the T-shirt, and then peeled off the stretch pants. Once those were off, she giggled and tossed them in his lap, and then leaned back and spread her legs wide. "Is that better?" she asked, as she put one foot on the floor and draped the other over the back of the couch.
It was then that he found out why her pussy bulged. Lydia had possibly the fattest pussy he had ever seen. It was as if someone had taken a mound of flesh, and then heaped it on the spot where her pussy should be.
Thick, dark, protruding lips, the kind he's seen in some of the dirtier men's magazines, spilled forth from that mound of flesh, looking more like pieces of roast beef squished between a bun that was too small to hold it all. Her tits, when he finally remembered to look at them, were large and slightly sagging, with huge areolas the color of wet sand.
"Holy shit!" Parker whispered as he gawked at her plump, damp pussy. He was so dumbfounded, he didn't even bother to try and hide his sudden erection from her.
