C Ralston: Hot loving widow

Byron smiled, his eyes scanning Donna's sumptuous curves shamelessly. "Doesn't bother me if it doesn't bother you, Mrs. Spaulding. You sure are pretty! I've never seen a lady as… well-built as you are. Not in real life, I mean. Just in movies and on television, you know?"

Donna blushed. She felt tremendously embarrassed and uncomfortable standing in front of the boy in her skimpy negligee, but his stumbling compliments about her beauty pleased the lonely widow.

"Why, thank you, Byron," Donna whispered in her soft Southern drawl, her cheeks still red. "I know I should have rushed in and put on a robe before you came in, but it's not really as if you can see through this old thing, is it?"

Byron shook his head enthusiastically. "No, ma'am, it's not like that at all."

Donna looked at herself in the mirror. She could see the outline of her dark-red nipples through the sheer, patterned lace. The soft downy bush of fine blonde pussy hair between Donna's legs was so light in color that it didn't show at all.

Damn, Donna thought. This thing is nearly transparent, but if I run off to the bedroom now, it'll just make it worse!

"Uh, the phone!" Donna blurted. "You came in to use the phone, didn't you? There's one right here, in the family room. Let me show you!"

Spinning on her heel, Donna led Byron to the family room. She felt her plush, shapely ass jiggling under the see-through negligee as she walked and she cursed herself for not having the boy go ahead of her.

Byron found the phone and punched the buttons. Donna went to the built-in wet bar across the room and grabbed a glass. Back home, she had rarely taken a drink, but since moving out here, Donna had often joined her friend Mary Lee for a highball or two during the day. She needed one badly right now, and she made it strong.

"Hey, Wild Turkey, high-proof!" Byron whistled, grinning from across the room. He waited for someone to pick up the phone on the other end. "My dad keeps a good supply of that around the house. I'm always hittin' on it. Good stuff."

Donna gulped down the strong liquor. Kids drinking! That figured. She took another big swallow and chided herself for ever bringing her innocent Lennie out to a place like this to grow up in.

"Hey, baby, what you say?" Byron was whispering into the receiver. "You all ready for tonight? Man, are we gonna party!"

The handsome youth laughed at something the gut on the other end said. Donna shivered, picturing the good-looking, self-assured boy out alone with some hot-blooded teenaged girl. Donna bet Byron was really cutting a swath through the local high school girls, with his muscular, tanned good looks and his pockets full of lawn-mowing money.

"Ohhh, yeah, baby, you know I'm gonna let you do that!" Byron's voice rose to an excited hiss. He dropped his tone to a barely audible whisper. "Every inch. I want to sect slide right in there, sweet-lips! I love that hot tongue – you know that!"

Donna bit her lip to keep from gasping. The boy was so into what his girlfriend was telling him that he obviously wasn't paying any attention to Donna.

"Ohhhh, baby, save it for tonight," Byron panted. "See you at six, honey. Yeah, yeah, I gotta go now. I'm not home. I'm at a neighbor's. Can't tie up their phone anymore. Okay?"

Byron hung up, grinning sheepishly at Donna. The front of his jeans protruded as if a flashlight had been crammed down behind the zipper, and Byron turned slightly so that his hard-on was hidden from Donna's gaze.

"Uh, she gets carried away," Byron said, his face reddening slightly beneath the tan. "That's why I like to call her from somewhere other than home. My old man teases me about Jennie all the time."

Donna squirmed, knowing she should have left and given the boy his privacy.

"I, uh… here, let me get you a drink, Byron," Donna said. "There must be some kind of soft drink back here you'll like."

Donna bent behind the bar and fished through the refrigerator. She named off four or five different kinds of pop but Byron, who had come over to the front of the bar, didn't answer.

"Uh, this'll be fine," the boy finally said in a choked voice.

Donna looked up. Byron was pouring himself a double Wild Turkey and drinking it neat. His eyes were glued to the front of Donna's negligee. In her position, the loose top had sagged downward to give him a perfect view of her dangling, jiggling tits.

"I-I'm sorry. Mrs. Spaulding," Byron managed to mumble. "But I've never seen tits as big or as pretty as yours before. Not even in the movies! I couldn't help looking, honest!" Donna didn't know if it was the booze or the lingering effects of the dirty movie and the finger-fucking, but a huge flood of pussy juice flowed through her cunt as she realized Byron was ogling her bare tits. Her pussy got even hotter as he told her how beautiful her tits were.

Donna straightened up and Byron sighed, hating to lose his view of the gorgeous widow's naked tits. His eyes never left the front of her filmy negligee.

"I'd cut your fuckin' lawn for a year for free just to see those pretty things again," the boy blurted. "You are the best-lookin' woman I've ever seen anywhere, Mrs. Spaulding!"

Donna felt the searing flashes of pre-cum delight boiling even more furiously through her loins. She downed the rest of her drink, not knowing what to do next.

"Would… would you like to see them again?" Donna heard herself asking. It was an odd, detached voice that shocked her almost as much as it did Byron.

"Oh, God, yes!" the boy shouted, his body quivering with excitement at the prospect.

Donna came out from behind the bar as if in a trance. She let the boy take her arm and guide her over to the couch. Almost before she knew what was happening, Byron was placing trembling fingers on her thin straps, gliding them clumsily off her milky-white shoulders.

"Holy fuck! I've never seen anything like 'em!" Byron gasped as the silky material floated down into Donna's lap and her big, round tits popped into view.

Byron wasted no time in showing the stunning widow that he knew how to please a lady. Donna gasped as the boy's hot breath caressed one protruding nipple while his fingers found the other.

"Ohhhh, my sweet God!" Donna moaned, feeling the boy's lips sucking her firm elongated nipple in hungrily as his fingers, did wonderful things to her other billowy tit mound.

Donna knew she should stop this right here and now, but the words refused to come. The sensations the boy was causing in her long neglected tits were so intense that all Donna could do was moan and mewl happily as he chewed and sucked at her tender tits.

"Beautiful!" Byron gasped as he changed tits frantically. "Can't believe I'm suckin' these big, beautiful tits! Hot, sweet tits! Nipples are so big, so fat and sweet to suck!"

Donna ran her hands through the handsome boy's long dark hair as he gobbled her nipples expertly. There was no turning back now, not with the gathering spasms tightening in the aroused widow's juicing cunt. She couldn't… she wouldn't stop until this gorgeous, worldly boy made her cum!

And Byron felt the same way – that was obvious. His free hand slid in between Donna's legs and up under her loose-fitting negligee. He found her oozing cunt slit and rubbed his finger delicately across the juicy, slippery pussy lips and rigid clit.

Donna shuddered uncontrollably and opened her legs wider for the boy. She knew she was acting like a shameless slut, but she found she couldn't help it.

Byron eased Donna back onto the couch. He pushed her sheer garment up around her neck and then off over her head and arms, leaving the gorgeous widow naked on the couch. He never stopped kissing her tits and working his finger up into her wet, pink cunt folds.

"Ohhhh, Byron, you're making me crazy!" Donna sighed happily, reveling in the feel of the boy's mouth on her tits and his finger expertly fucking her cunt. "Keep doing it! Keep doing it just a little more!"