Donna Carter clutched the robe closed at her throat and walked around the corner of her house. She had heard something outside the window as she was dressing, and had snuck out of the bedroom. She peered into the bushes, and then said: "Come out of there right now, Danny!"
Danny Peters emerged from the bushes, sheepish but with a large bulge in his pants that he attempted to conceal with his hands.
Donna Carter stared at the young man, and shook her head. "Come on in Danny, we need to talk about this," Donna said. Danny was her son's best friend, eighteen years old and taller than Donna. She marched into the house confident that Danny was behind her and not even thinking that he was staring at her round, plump, smooth ass through the short thin robe. Her long smooth legs were displayed beneath the robe, and her blonde hair was piled in a haphazard bun.
"OK, that's far enough young man," Donna said when they reached the laundry room. "What's the idea of lurking around outside my window?" she tried to glare at the young man, and realized he was staring at her chest. Her robe had slipped open just enough for him to see a glimpse of cleavage, her heavy coconut sized breasts straining against the flimsy bra she had put on that morning.
She clutched her robe closed and stared hard at the Danny. He twisted and turned, and then seemed to come to some decision. He hopped up on the dryer, and before Donna knew what he was going to do he had peeled his shorts down, revealing a large, stiff cock.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Carter, but I was jacking off to you," he said, trying to make his voice as steady as possible. He expected her to slap him and run away at the sight of his cock - he knew he had a big one at ten inches, and it was rock hard after he had seen her in her underwear.
It stuck up proudly from his sparse crotch hair, fat and wreathed in veins with a plum sized purple crown. He smiled into Donna Carter's dazed face; she reached out to steady herself and he automatically grabbed her hand and guided it to his fat cock. "See how hard it is, Mrs. Carter?" he said, holding her little hand against his rampant manhood.
"Danny, my god, you can't spy on me like that!" Donna said, and tried to ignore the way the fat piece of meat felt in her hand. She tried feebly to tug her hand away from his stiff meat, but he held her wrist firmly.
As though in a daze, she wrapped her fingers around the fat base. "I should call your mother," Donna said. She could not believe the size of this young mans cock - it was twice what her husband had, and much harder.
"I couldn't help it, Mrs. Carter," Danny said. "You just looked so fucking sexy in your bra and panties. Here," he said, and then reached out and opened her robe; pushed it down her shoulders so that her breasts were concealed only by the small bra she was wearing.
Donna shivered, and told herself to let go of the young mans cock, told herself to regain her control. Instead, she squeezed it harder and finally looked away from it. "Ohnnm, yeah, that feels fucking good, Mrs. Carter!" Danny gasped. "You don't mind if I feel your tits do you?" he said.
"Danny, of course I do," she gasped, but did not try to stop him as he reached out and cupped her large, firm breasts in his hands. He lifted them slightly, then began squeezing them. Donna reached out with her other hand and put it on the washer beside the young man. She realized with shock that she was running her left hand now up and down the length of the eighteen year olds straining penis.
She shifted slightly, and the robe fell a bit further down her arms as Danny grinned and began mauling her heaving breasts with more force. "Just jack me off while I feel your tits, and no one ever has to know!" Danny said.
