David Crane: I saw Mommy kissing…

Johnny rang the bell.

Catherine, in her dressing gown, went to the door.

"Hi, Mrs. Weatherby," Johnny said, smiling shyly.

"Why, hello, Johnny."

"Is Joanne home?"

"No, I'm afraid not."

"Oh," he said, disappointed. Suddenly he realized that Catherine was gazing at the cock-bulge at his crotch. The boy blushed furiously. He was a very horny lad, and he was so accustomed to having a hard-on that it seemed a natural state of affairs. He often forgot that his prick was erect.

Flustered and embarrassed, he stammered, "Well, tell her I stopped by, okay?"

He started to turn away from the door.

"Wait a moment, Johnny," Catherine said.

He turned back, nervously.

But then he saw that Joanne's mother was smiling. That was strange. Surely she had been looking at his crotch, had seen his throbbing hard-on. Why was she smiling?

"Please come in for a moment, Johnny," she said. "I want to have a little talk with you."

Oh, Jeez! he thought. I'll bet Joanne told her what I made her do!

He couldn't refuse to go in, and he couldn't run away.

He went into the house.

Upstairs, overhearing this conversation, Joanne was horrified. She thought: Oh, dear – I'll bet that Mom is going to give him a lecture about last night!

The girl blushed with embarrassment, wishing she had not been so silly as to tell.

Catherine led the way into the living room.

She was still smiling.

The horny woman had decided, on the spot, that young Johnny Watson needed to have his balls emptied. She had taken note of the cockbulge in his pants and the decision had been instantaneous.

Horny to begin with, she could not pass up this opportunity to fuck a teenaged boy; it would fit in well with her fantasies. She had not planned it, but the boy had arrived at just the right time. His cock needed a good sucking, she thought. And more. She hoped that he was a virgin, that he had never fucked a girl and never had a blow-job.

She motioned toward the couch.

"Sit down, Johnny," she said.

He sat, tense and nervous.

Catherine sat beside him.

Joanne sneaked back to the landing, looking down, wanting to hear what her mother said to Johnny.

Joanne was in for yet another surprise.

Catherine leaned toward the boy, as if to speak confidentially. Her robe gaped open – as if by accident – and Johnny saw her smooth, rounded tits. He tried to look away, but those big tit globes held his attention.

The boy began to sweat. She was still smiling. Couldn't she tell that her tits were exposed? What in hell was going on?

"Johnny," Catherine said, "Joanne told me what you made her do – last night – before you'd bring her home."

He turned pale.

"Oh, boy," he mumbled.

"You made her jack you off."

What could the boy say? He gulped.

"Well, I just wanted to praise you for your self-control," Catherine told him.

Johnny frowned, not understanding.

"It was very chivalrous of you, Johnny. It showed great willpower and respect for my daughter."

"What? I don't get it," he said, totally confused by the way this talk was going. He had anticipated a roasting; instead, this strange woman was complimenting him. He couldn't figure it out at all. He stared at her, pale and beaded with sweat. Then he blushed.

He looked at Catherine's tits again. She had shifted, and he found that he could see one of her big, stiff nipples.

"Aren't you mad?" he asked.

"Mad? Why should I be mad?" Catherine said, looking puzzled and amused at the same time.

"Why, because I made Joanne jack me off!" he blurted out.

"Oh, you silly boy! Of course, I'm not mad. I'm praising you for having enough willpower to settle for a hand-job, instead of trying to seduce her, don't you see? A hand-job does no harm. It never hurt any girl to jack someone off. If you were a lout, you might have tried to get in her pants, to take her virginity. Or…" she paused, and her green eyes sparkled, "…or you might have made her suck you off, say."

Johnny's mind spun wildly. He felt as if he were drunk. This conversation couldn't be happening.

"Oh, I'd never do a thing like that!"

"Oh? Why ever not?"

"It's not the sort of thing that a nice girl like Joanne would ever do," he said. "Is it?"

"Why, Johnny!" she said, sweetly. "Haven't you ever had a blow-job? Hasn't any girl ever sucked your cock for you?"

"Gee – no!" he gasped.

"Why, you poor boy – you poor, sweet, innocent boy. I'll bet you've never had a fuck, either."

He shook his head from side to side.

"Why, you must be terribly frustrated, Johnny."

He didn't know what to say.

But he was starting to realize that there was a design to Catherine's conversation and, considering the fact that her tits were bared, he began to get some idea of just what that design might be and where it was leading.

Catherine leaned closer and placed her hand on the boy's tense thigh. Her tits flopped right out of the parted robe and dangled over him like ripe fruit ready to be plucked.

"I know you felt Joanne up, Johnny," she said. "Wouldn't you like to feel me up, too?"

Without waiting for his response, Catherine took the boy's hand and raised it to her tits.

He began squeezing her smooth, firm tit globe. He fingered the stiff tip. Her hand went behind his head and she drew him down. Dazed and confused, but more than willing, the horny teenager began to suck on her nipples, his head switching back and forth as he alternated between the swollen nubs.

Catherine smiled happily. For a long time, she had thought about seducing a virgin youth and now, at last, the moment was at hand.

His sucking lips sent tremors through her tits and the thrill passed down into her pussy. Yet, she was in no hurry to get fucked. She knew that a teenaged virgin would undoubtedly be potent and have plenty of endurance and stamina. She figured that he would be able to come more than once, and abundantly, and that she needn't worry about draining his balls and not getting a second load.

The horny woman wanted to suck his cock first, to fill her mouth with that sweet, virginal cockmeat and give it a thorough sucking and tonguing, and swallow his hot load at the end. It seemed such a deliciously naughty thing to do to a young man who had never had his cock sucked before, even naughtier than fucking him – although she was certainly going to fuck him, as well.

She began moving her hand up and down on his thigh, going a bit farther up each time.

Johnny began to pant on her tits, his breath billowing hotly over her tit flesh, his mouth slurping greedily.

Catherine reached his bulging crotch and cupped his cock-bulge in her hand, squeezing and rubbing. His prick was hard as a rock and his balls were swollen. Although the bay's cock was not as large as her husband's massive fuck-tool, it was plenty large enough. It felt like a lovely mouthful and Catherine began to moan with anticipation.

She arched her back, rubbing her plump tits around against the boy's mouth and tongue.

She began to unzip his jeans.

She tugged the clasp down a few inches, paused, then drew it back up. She repeated it, going a bit lower, teasing him. Each time she pulled the zipper down, she took it down a little farther and drew it up less, until finally his fly was wide open. Then she unbuckled his belt and unsnapped his jeans, and the front of his pants fell open in a wide vee.

He was wearing white underwear.

His prick tented the cotton briefs, dragging the elastic out from his belly. The outline of his cock was clear beneath the white cotton, and his balls filled the crotch to overflowing. There was a damp patch where his cockhead was leaking. Catherine licked her lips. He was still lapping at her tits.