Walter Ramsden - Doris and Dad

"Did you hear me? Jack? Yancy? Vern won't be home until late." When they just hung their heads, she grew exasperated. Not moving from her reclining position, she called, "Come on up here. Before I get sore and forbid Vern to roam around with you anymore."

She tried to read their expressions as they slouched toward her, wearing old jeans cut off just below the pockets and T-shirts. They must have been talking about me, naughty talk, she mused. Yes, they got puffy peters from speculating. God, I hope Vern or Phil haven't blabbed to them!

"You've been talking about me, haven't you?" she accused, her eyes darting from their faces to their crotches. "You have-rotten, filthy talk!"

"No, Mrs. Myles," the oldest one, Yancey, who was fifteen, said.

"No, Ma'am," Jack, fourteen, echoed.

"You're thinking the same thoughts you were talking about down under that apple tree," Rhoda said heatedly, believing their eyes were straying from her bare legs to her now heaving bosom. "See? You are! You're thinking about my breasts and what I would look like-naked!"

When both boys paled, then reddened, Rhoda was aware of a feeling of uncertainty. Maybe she wanted to believe they had been conjecturing about her. She bit her full, lower lip speculatively. Just maybe. Hadn't she speculated on seducing the Ormand kids?

A sharp sensation like a needle of pain stabbed from her pelvis to her throat. She drew on the drink. Did she dare? "I'm sorry boys-I just thought you were ogling me and talking about how I would look with no clothes on. But, heck, you've seen naked girls and women before."

"No, Mrs. Myles," they said, almost in unison.

She eyed them somberly, wishing you could decide about making a try at laying them, or playing it safe and not taking the risk. People could be vicious toward those who messed around with kids.

"Oh, I bet you've seen naked girls-at least their titties," she said aloofly, with a tone of disbelief.

"Huh-uh," the echoed each other.

I'd love to show 'em, she fretted mentally. Would I, do I dare? "Well, I wouldn't care," she said off-handedly, "I'm proud of my boobies. Even if you weren't talking about me, I bet you'd like to see my tits-see me without a stitch on."

A warm was flushing through her. There was nothing from the boys. "I guess I won't-you'd tell your folks-or other people-or other kids."

"We wouldn't," Jack, the youngest blurted, face red and eyes bugging.

"You would, too," she countered, disputing him, wishing, praying she could trust them. "I could be nice to you," the thirty-eight-year-old brunette said, shifting in the hammock, arching her back unobtrusively to accent the opulent bulge of her breast. "I'd never let Vern run around with you again."

"Aaaaawwww, Mrs. Myles," Yancy hum-hawed.

She exhaled with an air of boredom. "I wouldn't care if you saw me-nude. But you couldn't keep a secret." They didn't reply and she turned glittering, distrustful eyes on them and they shook their heads negatively. "You'd like to see me, huh? How about I give you just a little peek?"

There was definitely an attitude of growing eagerness in the expressions. "Well," she said, with the same air of boredom, "turn your heads for a minute." They looked away, their heads snapping around.

She raised and undid the two buttons between her shoulders that held the halter in place. Then she lay back, holding the loose garment over her heaving breasts.

"Okay, turn around. Now, I'll just give you a peek. Why don't you get on each side of me?" When they were in position, she carefully, teasingly lifted the halter, just a fraction of an inch at a time, until they could see the beginning of the dark aureoles.

She dropped it back and they groaned. "What did you think?"

"Nifty," Yancy breathed.

"Like more?" she teased. And her fingers carefully raised the halter again, letting them feast their youthful eyes. "Aw, shucks, why not?" she murmured in a tone of casualness and she raised the halter all the way and her boobies were fully exposed.

"Geeeeezzz!" Jack gasped.

"Welllllll, feel them," Rhoda said impulsively, lying back, letting her arms hang slack over the edge of the hammock, looking down at the huge, lolling melons on her chest.

She gritted her teeth as their timid hands touched the smooth globes, then grew bolder. "You can't hurt them, 'less you get real mean and squeeze too hard. Go ahead and play with them-kiss the tips, if you want to."

In a minute, she was getting something of what she liked very much. She had her arms looped limply over their shoulders and they were sucking voraciously on her twin breast mounds, their tongues rasping the hard nipples, sending wild, sensuous lightning flashes all the way to her womb.

She let them play with her titties and suck them for perhaps five minutes, then she patted their heads. "Now, I suppose you would like to see my pussy!"

Their tongues stopped moving, but their mouths remained glued to an ample amount of her firm, opulent breasts. "Want to take a glimpse of my hairy snatch, you guys?" With a chuckle of triumph at their desire and frustration and inexperience, she pushed against their shoulders.

"Well, leave off the tittie-play for a bit and get down there at my feet. Okay?" Rhoda uncrossed her long legs, set the soles of her feet against the bottom rail of the hammock, spread her knees in a slight sprawl and shifted, freeing the bind of her shorts. She worked one leg of the garment really free and opened it up with both hands. "Look right up the leg of my shorts," she said softly. "I ain't wearing panties and you should be able to get an eyeful of hairy pussy." When they gulped, she chuckled. "Yep, you're staring at my big, deep pussy!"

Even as they gawked, she carefully undid the button and side zipper. She held it closed at the waist. She wasn't the least concerned about being observed in her own back yard, a good ways out in the country. "If you will each take a-hold of a leg of my shorts and pull when I'm ready, when I tell you, you'll really see something."

When they had their holds, Rhoda released the waistband of her shorts and lifted her fanny into the air. "Pull! Pull 'em hard! All the way!" They yanked and she lay there in full nakedness before their entranced eyes.

And, by God, they both had great big hard-ons! She chortled musically at their youthful confusion. "I guess you ain't ever seen a naked dame before," she winked. For a couple of minutes she lay there stretched out full length with her long legs together, thighs crushed so that her broad, hairy mound was pooched upward, accenting the flatness of belly she was so proud of.

A lecherous lust began working in Rhoda, starting deep in her guts and surging upward to further swell her magnificent breasts and put a fever in her brain,

Look at me, her mind cried, pride in her tall, lithe body adding to her wantonness. See my nude body, my big titties, my hair patch, my fat love bun above my hot pussy!

As the two Ormand brothers gawked with unblinking eyes, she drew her feet up, scissoring her knees outward, giving them a glimpse of her thick cuntal lips. Her legs straightened again, closing of the view. She laughed gleefully, enchanted by their obvious sexual enthrallment and surprise at their good fortune.

Then she made calisthenics of scissoring her legs lewdly, showing them her snatch with the deep pink inner lining, shutting off their view. Over and over again. Maybe three minutes. The lumps and welts in their ragged shorts were tremendous. Ripe for rape and fucking, she gloated.

Without warning, she came to a sitting position, legs dangling on either side of the hammock. The boys stumbled back a step or two, then came back. "Right here," she said, an unaccustomed throatiness to her voice. Keeping their gazes riveted to her exposed, slightly gaping pink pussy furrow, they sidled around the hammock. Expertly, Rhoda attacked the flies of their shorts, had both open and gaping in seconds. A little shove and their goodies spilled out in her hands.