It was the doorbell that woke Josh Trenton up that sunny Saturday morning. He looked at his alarm clock: 9AM. The doorbell sounded its electronic ding again. Josh crawled out of bed, pulled on a pair of shorts and a sport t-shirt and went downstairs to see who was calling.
Opening the door of his parent's large suburban home, he could barely open his eyes wide enough to recognize his neighbor Joan Smithson standing on the front porch. She was dressed in a light blue one piece jogging suit that hugged every curve she had.
"Hey Josh," she smiled. "Is your mother home? I thought she'd like to join me for a jog."
Even though Josh had known Joan's son Derek since childhood, he couldn't help but get a little flustered whenever she appeared.
Most people start to look older as they age, but Joan, now 44, seemed to grow into her beauty like a slowly blossoming flower. She was even more beautiful now than Josh remembered her back when he was a child; maybe it was because she had grown her thick hair down her hips now, while in the nineties she kept it shorter.
Her long blonde hair was tied up in a tight bun now which Josh felt accentuated the sensuous beauty of her face. Even without make-up, her lush lips were the perfect hue of pink and her skin was immaculate. He fought the temptation to glance at her substantial bust as they spoke.
"Sorry Joan, but mom left for Boston to meet dad. He's been away on business for the last couple of weeks working on some contract and mom went out to see him."
The legal work his father performed did pay for their happy home, but Josh always wished his dad could spend more time at home with his mother. She seemed so terribly lonely now that he had gone away to college.
"That's too bad." Joan said. "Do you mind if I come in anyway and fill up my water bottle?" She showed the stainless steel canister in her hand.
"Sure."
Josh opened the door and let her in.
Joan had been a guest at their household for many years, so she knew the way to the kitchen. As she walked, her high, tight bottom slowly worked itself up and down, commanding Josh's attention.
She walked over to the sink and turned on the tap. "I've already jogged for about a mile and a half so I hope I don't smell". Joan turned off the water just as it overflowed the lip of her container. She popped the cap back on and turned to face Josh.
His eyes immediately came up to meet hers and she knew he had been staring at her bum. She giggled a little. Josh blushed.
"So, how long are you back from college?" Joan asked.
"Until September 8th."
"Three whole months off...Must be nice."
"Well, I have to work at this office job my dad set up for me. I was kind of sad to leave Chicago, but it's nice to see all my friends back here in Hammersville."
Joan smiled. "It's the same thing with Derek. I guess this small town isn't big enough for him after New York. All he talks about is ordering Chinese food at six in the morning. At least you have space here, though."
If Derek wasn't Josh's best friend, he was certainly his oldest friend. They had known each other since first grade and grew up in Hammersville their whole lives, at least until two years ago when they went off to different schools. Having Derek around would definitely make the summer go easier.
"Did you meet a girlfriend yet?" Joan asked, taking a sip of water.
"No. I met one girl but she ended up going for my friend."
"That's too bad."
"Yeah." Josh sighed audibly.
"So when was the last time you had sex?"
"What?" Josh was stunned at the bluntness of the question. He wasn't used to hearing his mom's friends talk like that.
"Don't be shy with me. Like your mom, my husband travels a lot too. To be honest, I haven't seen action since the end of the first Gulf War."
Josh laughed, but blushed harder. "I doubt that."
"It's true! The only thing that gets my husband off anymore is hardcore financial news. It's ridiculous."
Josh smiled. "I don't know if we should be having this conversation Mrs. Smithson."
"Oh grow up," Joan grinned. "How old are you now anyway?"
"19, almost 20."
"Then don't tell me you don't know what 'needs' are. I mean, look at that bulge in your pants for God's sake!"
Josh looked down at his shorts and was horrified to see that his penis was fully erect in his boxer shorts, its thick outline plain for Joan to see. He felt like he was caught with his fly down, but worse.
His cheeks were now a full tomato red. He covered his hard-on with his hands and felt the bulging contours of his thick cock shiver.
"I'm so sorry Mrs. Smithson, I just woke up and..."
"Don't worry about it." Joan seemed as cool as an autumn day as she assured him; "After all, it is just natural isn't it?"
Josh could barely stammer the words: "I...I...I... suppose, Mrs. Smithson."
"Just call me Joan please."
"Y-Yes Joan."
"You know, your mom always told me you had a big one, but I thought she was bragging. It's nice to see the legend is true."
Josh knew he was considered big by the guys in the locker room at gym class, but he didn't consider himself huge like the guys he saw in porn.
"It's really not that big." He said.
"Really? Your two hands can barely cover it. You're definitely bigger than my husband."
Joan loved watching the kid squirm. Everything was perfectly falling into place.
"Take your hands away Josh." Joan said.
Josh was frozen. He couldn't move.
"I said take your hands away." Joan repeated.
What would Josh tell Derek? He could never look his friend in the eye again. "Please Mrs. Smithson, this is weird."
"Weirder than having a hard-on in front of me?" Joan asked. "Besides, I could feel your eyes burning a hole in my butt all the way to the kitchen."
Joan turned around. "What do you think of it anyway?" She shifted her hips upwards, hiking her bottom into a Betty Boop pose.
Josh couldn't resist. "It's amazing. You really are super sexy."
"If you want to see my bum, you have to show me that hung, juicy cock of yours first."
Josh tried to reconcile what was going on: here was his friend's mother, a bona fide MILF, completely coming on to him.
"If I do," Josh said, "can I see anything else?"
"You can see everything." Joan grinned.
Josh pulled down his boxers and his cock popped out, fully hard. It almost hurt him how tight it was.
Joan unzipped her jump suit slowly. Josh was surprised to see she was wearing nothing underneath.
Her breasts looked even more impressive exposed. They were completely symmetrical and the nipples, roughly the size of quarters were perfect. He lowered his eyes to her pussy, which was completely shaved. The delicate lips of her pussy were visible in-between the empty space of her lithe legs. She stepped out of the jumpsuit and left it on the floor.
Joan walked over and clasped both hands around Josh's cock. She stroked it gently. "Good boy..."
She moved one hand to his balls as she continued pumping him. She stared deep into his eyes as she did so, licking her lips slowly.
"Feel good?" She asked him, increasing the speed of her jerking.
"God yesss..." He mumbled.
Joan leaned in and gently kissed the young man, slowly at first and then deeply, with her tongue. It was the best French kiss Josh ever had.
As they kissed, Josh raised his hand and cupped them onto Joan's breasts. They were firm and tight, but also rounder and fuller than any he had touched before.
Suddenly, the young man's cock spasmed and shot a stream of sperm onto Joan's belly. She quickly moved the palms of her hands over the head of his penis to preventing further wild shots.
Josh was shaking all over. Joan raised her cum coated palms to her lips and licked them clean, her blues eyes still fixed on Josh's with a sparkling intensity.
Joan reached down and took Josh by the penis. It didn't take the young man long to regain an erection. She gently pulled him by his large cock upstairs to his parent's bedroom.
"Are you sure you don't want to go to my room?" Josh asked.
"I think your parents' bed would more comfortable." Joan answered.
Josh pulled off his t-shirt. Varsity sports kept his body lean and muscular. He had a faint six pack emerging from his flat stomach. Moving now towards Joan he lifted her left nipple to his mouth, working his tongue in circles around her pinkish areolas.
"Feels nice," she whispered into his ear. "Suck them baby."
After letting him play with her nipples for a while, Joan pushed him down onto the bed and immediately went for his cock, kissing and sucking it between her lips. She was wearing a faint perfume, or maybe an expensive deodorant, that tickled Josh's nostrils. He couldn't help but pump his cock a little into her mouth and she let him; all the way into her throat. She looked up, her watery eyes imbued with an explosive expression as though she was becoming unleashed.
She took her mouth off his dick, "I've never sucked such a big cock." She giggled. "Wow."
He took his penis from her hand and rubbed it across her luscious lips. She stuck her tongue out and tasted fresh pre-cum.
