As Curt Walden looked at the middle-aged woman straightening out the mess in the garage of her middle class home, his cock stirred in his shorts even though Millie Storm was certainly no one's idea of a beautiful woman.
Tall and thin with a bit of a pear-shaped body, the divorced mother of one of Curt's classmates had certainly seen better days, although from the looks of things Millie Storm might never have turned all that many heads even in her prime.
Although Curt Walden could have had his pick of most of the young ladies in his recently graduated high school class - and had actually taken care of a few - he preferred older women, and had gone through an impressive number of the mothers.
Curt was no romantic, and he would be the first to admit that he was as crude as he was lewd. He didn't want to wine and dine any of these cougars, all he wanted to do was fuck them or get them to suck his cock, and all they needed to do was to show some interest.
Mrs. Storm had shown such interest yesterday, although not in words. Her eyes had been on him when he was around the pool, and although Curt's body was in decent shape it was clear that Mrs. Storm, like most women, didn't give a damn about his dimples or his modest-sized biceps. Her eyes had been on his swim trunks.
The lime green swimwear wasn't provocative in and of itself, but when the baggy drawers were wet and wrapped around his skin, they showcased his massive endowment of which Curt was rightfully proud of. His over-sized penis was his claim to fame and when he saw women look in that direction it tended to get larger.
That was even probably why he got invited to the graduation party Millie Storm's daughter Tammy had yesterday, because he hardly knew the girl. Tammy was a geek with a big nose and small tits, traits the kid must have inherited from her mother, but while the girl held no attraction to Curt, for whatever reason her mother appealed to him like most women her age did.
Maybe it was because the middle-aged women had an air of desperation about them, especially the divorced ones like Mrs. Storm. They knew time was running out on them, so when a young stud like Curt showed them some attention, they practically swooned, and when they had sex they didn't mail it in. They were like animals.
So before Mrs. Storm noticed he was there watching her clean up, Curt moved in. His eyes went to the scoop neckline of her blouse, smiling at the sight of her sad little tits hanging down unsupported without the bra she had on yesterday.
Her legs were skinny and her shoulders were bony, but her butt seemed rather full, especially compared to her meager offerings up top. Definitely doable, Curt concluded, and now the only question would be where he fucked her.
***
"Oh!" Millie Storm yelped, startled by the presence of one of her daughter's friends in the garage with her, and although she didn't remember his name right away she certainly hadn't forgotten him. "I didn't see you there."
"Just watching," Curt said as his eyes went to the woman's nipples that were poking out against the fabric of the striped blouse, and Millie nervously tried to casually cover herself up, cursing herself for not wearing a bra.
"Oh - Tammy is spending the day with her father," Millie told him, and when the boy shrugged she held her elbows with her opposite hands. "I'm sure when I tell her you came by to see her she'll be mad she missed you. I think she has a bit of a crush on you. Her Dad took her out for lunch because she turned 18 today."
"Tammy? No, I didn't come here to see her," Curt explained as he moved a little closer. "I came by to see you."
"Me?" Millie chuckled nervously. "Why on earth..."
"I got the impression you were interested in me," Curt said.
"I don't know what gave you that impression," Millie stammered. "I - I don't ever remember your name."
"Curt. Seemed to me you couldn't keep your eyes of me yesterday," Curt snapped. "Every time I glanced your way you were checking me out."
"I was just keeping an eye on things - making sure everyone was having a good time," Millie explained as the boy moved closer.
"That's what I'm here for now, a good time, Curt told her as the gangly woman took a step away and turned her back on him. "I was kinda hoping you'd be swimming so I could check you out like you did me."
"Lord no, I don't even think I have a bathing suit - not much for swimming," Millie clucked as the kid got close enough behind her for her to smell his gum.
"Your yard is sheltered - you wouldn't even need a suit back there," Curt suggested and then laughed at her reaction.
"I think you might have gotten the wrong impression," she started to say. "I'm not that kind of woman."
"What kind of woman are you?" Curt asked as he put his hand on her shoulder and squeezed her slender arm. "I think you're the kind of woman who hasn't gotten it in quite a while and misses it, and when you saw what I had it turned you on."
"Look, I don't deny glancing at you, but it was hard to ignore you standing there all aroused and showing yourself off. I wasn't the only one who noticed either."
"I know, and I admit showing off but as for being aroused, that's not quite right," Curt said as his hand slid down to the woman's wrist and brought her hand back towards him. "If you liked my cock limp I think you'll really love it hard."
"What? Oh lord please don't," Millie replied. "Tammy..."
"...is with her old man," Curt said in finishing her sentence, and after he forced her hand onto his bulge he wrapped his arms around the taller woman, cupping her pliant hangers through the blouse and kneading them roughly while leaning up and nibbling the back of her long neck.
"Please," Millie whimpered pitifully, but she made no effort to stop his groping, and even though her hand was not being forced upon the teen's trouser snake she still held onto it.
"Want to go inside?" Curt asked.
