Lydia Gray - Little boys and Laura

She had been meaning to buy a new battery, but she kept putting it off because she spent all of her free time with Jack.

"How can I face him today!" she cried. The young girl dropped her head to the steering wheel and let go to have a good, self-indulgent cry.

Candy did not want to go to the office. That bitch of a wife had probably already called him and told him that she had been there! Jack would be furious!

She couldn't go home and endure the endless questions her mother would subject her to because she wasn't working. She cried and cried, wanting to purge her system so that she could think logically.

Candy's head was still bent over the steering wheel when Laura backed the Mustang out of the garage and drove past the parked Beetle.

Laura herself was so preoccupied she failed to notice Candy slumped over the steering wheel in the parked car as she passed.

After a few minutes Candy composed herself and walked to the nearest gas station. The mechanic drove her back in the tow truck and checked her battery.

"It's below normal," he said, "But it has plenty of juice left to start the car. Must be the starter that's bad."

Candy moaned when he told her that he would have to go to the Volkswagen agency to get a starter. He offered to let her ride with him, but Candy didn't like the way he was eyeing her and said she'd rather remain with her car.

Thus Candy Delany was sitting in her car when Laura drove back with the three young boys.

Candy had little desire to talk to Laura again so she stayed low in the seat. Once Laura had passed and entered the Norton driveway, Candy sat up and idly watched the boys climb out of the car. Candy was terribly depressed and gave Laura and the boys only idle interest until something in the way the black boy moved ran an intuitive bell in her mind. Was something going on here?

"They're too young," Candy said softly, shaking her head and smiling at herself for being suspicious.

She watched Laura unlock the door and usher the three young boys inside, then returned to her own problems.

Once they were inside the living room, ten-year-old Peter Carlson hit twelve-year-old Donnie Mason on the arm and accused him of pushing.

"Boys! Boys!" Laura snapped. "Now just calm down. Why don't you go out in the backyard and play darts?"

Laura was definitely not herself today. She was short of patience and ready to jump at every little sound. And it certainly wasn't the children's fault!

"Is everything okay?" Matt asked Laura when the other two ran out to the patio.

"Sure, Matt," Laura said. "Everything is fine. Go out with the others and I'll be with you in a minute."

"Okay."

Laura walked into the kitchen and opened the cabinet and took down the bottle of vodka. She never drank in the morning, but today was an exception! Laura poured a stiff straight shot and downed it. Candy had unsettled her this morning.

Laura could have killed Jack for getting the young girl pregnant! And while none of it was her doing, she was involved whether she liked it or not! What amass!

Once again she tilted the vodka bottle, but this time she half filled a water tumbler with the clear liquor. If she could just relax.

So they were going to a motel this afternoon and fuck! The thought absolutely infuriated Laura! If Jack wanted to dump Candy, why didn't he dump her? Why keep it alive? Maybe he thought he was letting her down gently, but as far as Laura was concerned he was just prolonging the agony for the young girl.

And how did he think Laura felt when he was off in a motel balling the seventeen-year-old girl? She drained the tumbler and almost gagged as the burning alcohol raced down her throat into her empty stomach.

"Just one more," she said aloud as she once again half filled the water glass with vodka. Laura knew that they'd have to face it now. No more burying it and hoping it would vanish. Candy had brought it to a head and she would have to have the dreaded confrontation with Jack – probably tonight!

She shook her head sadly and drained the glass of vodka. Then she walked outside and watched the three young boys playing darts. It was a spirited, highly vocal game and she smiled as she watched them play.

It was when she got up to walk back into the house for her pack of cigarettes that the vodka first hit her. Her vision blurred and her knees seemed rubbery. Laura smiled to herself. She shouldn't have taken so much on an empty stomach, but she'd be careful and the boys wouldn't know.

"Can we go swimming, Laura?" Matt asked eagerly when Laura returned to the patio. "These guys don't believe I can swim and I want to show them."

"Sure!" Laura said brightly. A swim would be just the thing to help compensate for all the vodka she had consumed. "You all change in the bathroom, but don't go in the water until I come out, okay?"

"Can't we swim in the nude?" Matt asked.

"Yeah!" Peter Mason added. "We want to skinny dip!"

"Please!" Matt insisted.

"It's fine with me," Laura laughed.

"Hey!" Donnie cried.

"Great!" Mutt said.

The three young boys began stripping, leaving their clothes on the patio in heaps as they stepped out of them. Laura saw Matt give Peter a broad wink, but she completely missed the significance of the signal.

The forty-two-year-old woman was too busy watching the nude bodies of the young boys. When Peter slipped out of his undershorts, Laura smiled appreciatively. The twelve-year-old boy had a nice penis. It wasn't as thick as Matt's but it was every bit as long in its flaccid state.

At the age of ten, Donnie Mason was the smallest of the group both in stature and genital organs. His penis was less than three inches long, but the child's crotch fascinated Laura. It was almost completely devoid of pubic hair and his little prick and balls seemed helplessly naked.

Laura chided herself when she realized that she had been staring openly at the boys' crotches. She would have to be more careful! The trouble was that she didn't seem to be in complete control of herself. Her head was swimming!

"Hey, aren't you going to skinny dip with us?" Matt asked, coming up to Laura with his darling black cock swaying between his long legs. "You said we couldn't go in the water without you."

"What? Oh! Sure, Matt," she replied. She needed a dip in that pool in the worst way to clear her head – and the sooner the better. "I'll get my suit."

"Aw!" Matt exclaimed. "We're going in nude!"

"Yeah!" the other two little boys chimed in.

"Do you want me to go in nude with you?" Laura asked.

"Sure!"

"Yeah!"

Laura smiled. The precious little boys were so eager. Even in her numbed condition she realized that Donnie and Peter had probably never seen a naked woman and they wanted her to show them her body. Why not?

"Okay!" she laughed, pulling her dress over her head.

"Gee!"

"Great!"

Laura heard one of the boys gasp aloud when she unhooked her bra and bared her large breasts to their curious, hungry eyes. She smiled, stepped out of her shoes and quickly rolled her pantyhose down. There was another sharp intake of breath when her thick bush was bared to their young eyes. Well, let them get a good look! she told herself.

Laura trotted on unsteady legs to the edge of the pool and dove in. The cool water was a shock at first and helped dear her head. She swam a quick lap and then held onto the side of the pool to catch her breath.

"Okay, Matt, show us how you can swim!" she called Laura's eyes followed the black boy's lanky body as he walked to the shallow end. His ebony cock seemed to sway like an elephant's trunk between his muscular thighs as he walked. Why did she have this fixation on cocks?

Matt lowered himself into the water and quickly swam three lateral laps of the pool.