Sharon woke up very late the next morning to find the house completely empty. Her husband was still away on his business trip and her stepson Billy had gone to school several hours ago. Sharon lay back on the bed, her mind spinning. Had she really fucked her stepson Billy again last night? To be honest, it all still felt like a dream to her. All she really knew for sure was that she loved Billy's cock and she loved Billy's cum. It had felt so strange last night, almost as if Billy had some kind of power over her. All she had wanted to do was please her stepson. She could hardly believe she had let that cop feel her up to avoid getting a ticket. What kind of slut had Billy turned her into?
Sharon's musings were suddenly interrupted by a knock at the door.
"Who the hell could that be?" Sharon muttered as she climbed out of bed. She was still naked so Sharon grabbed a fluffy white dressing gown and wrapped it around her curvaceous body before heading downstairs towards the front door.
Sharon opened the door and much to her surprise she saw Billy's best friend Tommy. The day before when they had seen Tommy in the street on their way out to the movies, Billy had ordered Sharon to let Tommy play with her big tits and the horny teenager had given her a thorough groping through her blouse. Sharon blushed a little as the sight of Tommy reminded her of her wanton actions the previous day.
"Hello Mrs Johnson," greeted Tommy, his voice quavered a little and he sounded extremely nervous.
"Tommy?" Sharon said frowning in confusion, her thoughts still distracted, "What are you doing here, shouldn't you be in school at the moment?"
"Ummβ¦" Tommy shuffled his weight from foot to foot and he blushed a little.
"Do you want to want to come inside honey?" Sharon offered, her voice softening as she sensed the boy's discomfort. He seemed to be in some sort of trouble, or at the very least had something important on his mind. Tommy was eighteen, only a few weeks older than Billy, but he had a chubby baby face and was extremely shy and withdrawn. Sharon had always felt the urge to mother him whenever he was around. She led Tommy to the lounge and sat down beside him on the couch.
For a moment there was an uncomfortable silence and Sharon noticed Tommy staring at her chest. She glanced down, remembering with a blush that she was only wearing a robe and nothing beneath. Her robe had come a little open, and although it wasn't much, Tommy's eyes were glued to the deep cleavage revealed there.
Sharon pulled the front of her robe closed, suddenly feeling very vulnerable. "Why didn't you go to school today Tommy?" she asked the fidgety young man.
"I did go," said Tommy after a long hesitation, "I got a ride with Billy."
Sharon waited for him to elaborate, but after a long pause she urged him on, "It's only eleven Tommy, you should still be there. What's wrong honey?"
Tommy swallowed, appearing to be trying to summon his courage, "Can I touch them again?" he asked her finally, his face reddening even more.
"What?" gasped Sharon, confused for a moment and then shocked as she got an inkling of what he was referring to.
"Like yesterday," mumbled Tommy, "Your boobies."
"Tommy!" exclaimed Sharon in surprise, unconsciously pulling the front of her robe even tighter around her, "I think you should leave."
"Please!" begged Tommy pleadingly. "Since last night I haven't thought about anything else. Can I just quickly touch them, they were so nice."
"Tommy this is not appropriate, last night was a mistake," Sharon said, getting over her shock, "I'm sorry honey butβ¦"
"Please!" interrupted Tommy, "They're so soft and big andβ¦"
"No!" it was Sharon's turn to interrupt and she very firmly refused him.
"Just for five minutes, then I promise I'll stop, please Mrs Johnson! I just want to feel them one more time." Tommy was biting his lower lip and staring hungrily at Sharon's bosom.
Sharon was a little flabbergasted at this point, Tommy did not seem to be taking no for an answer. "It's not a very good idea Tommy. We can't!" she told him as firmly as possible.
"But they felt soooo good Mrs Johnson. Pretty please with cherries on top?" he begged.
"Look, I don't know Tommy," murmured Sharon.
Tommy sensed her resolve might be fading, "Two minutes! I'll be real quick."
Sharon smiled and almost laughed as the boy tried to bargain with her, she knew she shouldn't let him, but after the previous night she wasn't sure if he would accept no for an answer. "Two minutes?" she repeated his offer.
"Yes!" cried Tommy in agreement, "Then I'll stop I promise."
"Well maybe it wouldn't hurtβ¦" began Mrs Johnson.
"Thank you!" said Tommy, shuffling closer to her on the couch.
Sharon held a hand up and halted him, "But you have to promise that this is the last time."
"I promise!" he agreed, licking his lips and trembling in anticipation.
"And you can't tell anyone, not even Billy. Especially not Billy."
"I promise."
"Okay Tommy, two minutes," she said, turning herself round on the couch to face towards the horny teenager.
"Great!" Tommy said with a wide grin, he then reached up for the sides of her robe and began to pull it open.
Sharon's hands shot up and held her robe shut, she had expected him to feel her up through her robe. "I don't have anything on underneath Tommy," she told him.