A few days later, still on summer break from college, I swing by my best buddy Steve's house again. The last two times I'd stopped by I had every intention of spending my time with Steve. In reality, I'd had two quickies with his hot mom. Unlike the previous two times where I'd gone with the best of intentions, this visit was different. I was conflicted. Would she even want to again? Maybe she just had an itch to scratch and it was over. If that were the case, then so be it. I'd enjoy the memory. But still...
Steve greeted me at the door. There was no sign of his mom.
After killing Russians on the TV for an hour, I finally asked, "So, where's your mom?"
"I dunno? She's around somewhere. Why?"
"Oh, I dunno. Just curious. I hadn't seen her, that's all."
After another hour, and losing - again - I put the controller down and stood up.
"Where you goin', loser?"
I frowned down at him. "I'm gonna take a whiz and get something to drink, ass wipe. You want anything?"
He shook his head. "Nah, I'm good, thanks."
A couple of minutes later, I walked into the kitchen. There she was. I saw her out the glass sliding glass doors that went from the dining room to the backyard. She was on her knees and working in her flower bed just beyond the deck. I immediately sprung wood. I looked behind me to see if Steve was coming. The coast was clear.
Dana looked up when she heard the sliding glass door open.
"Oh! Hey, Mark! I didn't know you were here." Without even thinking about it, her eyes went to the bulge in my shorts.
Jesus, he's huge!
There was a stirring in her own shorts.
No! No! Dana, be good. Control yourself.
"Hello, Mrs. B. I wondered where you were." Her long brown hair was pulled back into a pony tail. A poor string bikini top had been tasked with restraining her incredible breasts and appeared to be winning the battle, but just barely. I could see the classic pair of running shorts around her waist. Her sweat-covered body glistened in the sun.
She needed to look away. It was like staring into the sun. She went back to focusing on her work. "Oh, I thought I'd take advantage of this beautiful weather and work on my garden a little bit, that's all."
I nodded. "Right, right." I paused.
Should I?
"Well, I was just wondering..."
There was a long pause.
"What's tha..." Her eyes bulged when she looked up to see me holding my meat stick in my hand. "Ohmagawd! Put that thing away!" She screeched.
I jumped at the reaction. Fuck! I'm dead! I quickly tucked myself back into my shorts. I could only stare down at the wooden deck. "I-I-I'm sorry, Mrs. B. I...I'm really sorry."
She took a breath. "No no, I'm sorry, Mark. You...you just caught me by surprise, that's all." She paused. "You just need to use a little discretion, that's all. I mean, Steven could walk out here any minute. Somebody could've seen you."
Still staring at the deck, I said, "I know. I'm sorry. I just..."
As it turns out, nobody saw me pull my junk out. But somebody did hear Dana's howl. Her neighbor, old man Atkins, would spend as much time outside in his own backyard as possible when he knew Dana was outside, hoping to catch a glimpse of her luscious body. They'd lived next door to each other for years. He'd always hoped to find her outside naked. The best he could do after all these years was find her sunbathing. But he heard the commotion.
He hurried to the wooden fence that separated their houses and stood on his tip toes to see what was going on. By this time, I had already tucked my package away. Abut he stayed to see if there was any hint of what caused the commotion. He couldn't make out what we were saying, but he continued to watch.
Dana half smiled back at me from her knees. "Just what, Sweetie?"
"Well, you know. I saw you out there. And, you know, I thought that maybe, you know... You must hate me now, huh? You probably don't want to, you know, with me anymore."
She cocked her head. "Awwww, Sweetie. I'm sorry. No, I don't hate you. My goodness." She chuckled. "You just caught me by surprise, that's all." She paused. "I'm all sweaty and gross. That still gets you, you know, like that?"
I nodded. "Oh yeah! I think you're beautiful no matter what."
Her heart melted. "Oh, Honey, that's so sweat!" She couldn't take her eyes off the bulge in my shorts.
Fuck it! You want it! You know you want it!
She stood up and held out her hand. "I'll tell you what...come with me. Steven might see us."
I reached out and grabbed her hot hand. "See us? See us...what?"
She looked back at me and smiled as she tugged me along. "Fucking. He might see us fucking."
"Oh! Sweet!"
Old man Atkins froze on the other side of the fence. They were headed straight for him.
Did she just say what I thought she said? No way!
He thought it was worth the risk of them seeing his shadow to find out what was going on.
Dana pulled me around the corner of the and into the 4-foot-wide pathway that ran along the side of the house from the backyard to the front. We abruptly stopped and she threw me against the house. Much to my surprise, she pressed her body against mine and planted a hot, wet kiss on my lips. Old man Atkin's jaw dropped.
Dana giggled when she pulled back and saw the stunned look on my face. "Did you like that?"
"I, uh, well, uh, yeah," I stammered.
She took a step back and cupped her breasts. "Do you like my tits, Mark? Huh? Do you still like my tits?"
"I, um, well, uh, yeah," was all I could muster.
"Do you want to see 'em?"
I nodded. "Uh, yeah."
She giggled again and reached behind her back. "I thought you might." She untied the knot behind her neck and pulled the material away. She once again cupped her now naked breasts. "There. Is that better?" I nodded. She grabbed my hands and pulled them onto her. "I love it when a man plays with my tits. It makes me all hot and wet."
"Really?" I asked as I mauled her chest. "They're so heavy!"
She nodded. "Mmmmhmmm. What really drives me wild is when a man sucks on my nipples. Oh!" I didn't need any encouragement. She moaned and whirred while she ran her hands through my hair. "Ohmagawd, that makes me crazy!" she moaned.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the fence, Atkins was watching through the thin slits between the boards of the fence stroking himself as he watched.
Hell yeah! Go to town on those milk jugs, kid, you lucky bastard!
She finally pushed me away and looked into my face with her twinkling eyes. "Now let's see what you've brought me," she whirred as she fell to her knees.
I watched with breathless anticipation as she slowly pulled back on my gym trucks and lowered them. I lightly gasped when she finally wrapped her long, thin fingers around my beasts veiny shaft.
"My God, you've got a beautiful cock. I'd forgotten how much I loved cock," she purred while she studied and stroked it. "I'll bet you want my tits wrapped around your big fat cock, don't you, Mark. Am I right? Should I wrap my big tits around your big fat cock?"
I nodded. "Uh, uh, yeah, okay."
She leaned in, dropped my rod into her massive cleavage, and squeezed her mounds together. Slowly she began to bounce up and down.
"Do you like that, Mark? Hmmm? Do you like fucking my tits?"
I nodded. "Oh yeah," I said, practically drooling. "Om my God, that feels amazing."
She giggled. "Well, you definitely need to big boobs to wrap around this monster." She looked down and watched the head pop in and out. "You really do have a beautiful cock, Mark. Look at you! It's so big I'll bet I can get it in my mouth while we do this." I gasped when she sucked my tip into her hot, wet mouth.
Holy hell!
