C Ralston: Hot loving widow

Donna heard Lennie's voice coming toward her from down the hall. The boy stepped into the living room, clad in a striped tee shirt and jeans. He was carrying his football.

"Big game at the park today," Lennie announced. "I'm gonna play flanker, Mom. They're gonna let me catch the ball!"

The boy came up to his mother and kissed her passionately, his free hand straying to the front of her robe. He slipped it inside quickly and grabbed Donna's right tit, squeezing it expertly as he shoved his tongue inside her mouth.

"Mmmmmm, yes, darlin', I can see you have a great pair of hands!" Donna teased as he pulled away. "You have a good time and be careful! And you remember our little talk this morning! You mind what you say to your pals!"

Lennie smiled. "None of 'em would believe me anyhow, Mom. Not if I told 'em about you and me!" Laughing, Lennie ran out the door.

Donna sighed and started to sit on the couch and read a magazine. Maybe the articles would take her mind off the predicament her new relationship with her son had her in. The doorbell rang and Donna stopped and went to answer it.

Byron Willis was standing on the front porch with another boy. Donna recognized him immediately. She wondered what Byron was doing here with Paul Long.

"Hello, Byron, may I help you?" Donna asked in a neutral voice.

Byron looked very nervous. He stepped quickly inside and smiled sheepishly at the voluptuous blonde.

"Uh, yeah, you sure tan, Mrs. Spaulding… Donna," Byron began quickly.

He pulled Donna in close, whispering rapidly. "You know my big friend here, Paul Long, Jennie's older brother?" Byron muttered so that Paul couldn't overhear. "Well, he caught me and Jennie last night on the sofa at their house. Their folks were gone but the 'hulk' there came home early. I had my cock shoved down his sister's throat, and I blew my nuts just as he came in the door!"

Donna's blue eyes went wide as Byron rushed on.

"You should have seen it! Cum was gushing everywhere in the living room! He yanked me off the couch, and I was already cumming and I couldn't stop. I shot all over the rug, the couch, all over Jennie… man, it was gross!"

Donna felt her cunt tightening and her nipples hardening as she imagined the lewd scene. She waited anxiously for the nervous boy to finish. What did all of this have to do with her?

"Anyway, when Godzilla got done shaking me around and yelling at both of us, he dragged me outside to beat the living shit out of me! He said he was gonna kill me for ruining his sister's reputation!"

"Hey, step it the fuck up!" Paul Long said in a gravelly voice that perfectly matched his rugged, beefy looks.

"Yeah, yeah, in a minute!" Byron shot back. He turned to Donna, pleading. "You gotta help me, Donna. I couldn't think of anything else to do. He had me in those gorilla arms of his, squeezing the shit out of me! He kept yelling about killing me, and I believed him!"

"Come on, you fuckin' wimp!" Paul yelled again, growing more impatient with each passing second. He stepped inside and closed the door after him. "Is this bitch gonna put out like you promised – or am I gonna rip your guts out right here and now for fuckin' around with my sis?"

Panic gripped Donna like a vise. She looked at Byron, praying this wasn't happening to her. She could see from the boy's sheepish look that it was.

"What… just what did you tell this boy?" Donna demanded.

"It was the only thing I could think of to keep from getting killed!" Byron whispered, his voice turning desperate. "I mean, you should have seen the look on his face."

The boy's embarrassed voice trailed off into silence. Donna had the picture in her mind. There was no further need for explanation, anyway.

Donna had seen the tall, burly Paul watching her ever since she had moved into the neighborhood. The youth already had the beginnings of a heavy beard and an evil, hungry look in his eyes when he looked at Donna that never failed to make her shudder.

"Enough of this shit!" Paul stepped up to the whispering pair. "It shakes out like this, blondie. Numb-nuts here said he fucked you yesterday, before he came over to try and fuck my sister."

The hulking boy stopped to glare at Byron, who seemed to shrink right before Donna's despairing eyes.

"Anyway, he told me if I didn't break his fuckin' legs – which I should have done anyway, just on general principles – he'd bring me over here today and get me laid. Now, the question is, honey, are you gonna put out for me, like this asshole here says you will, or are you gonna stand back and watch while I give him what he deserves?"

Donna was trembling. The older boy had reached up and taken a lock of her long blonde hair as he spoke. He was twirling it around his thick finger, toying with it as he attempted to catch of glimpse of her tits between the folds of her robe.

"Oh, I guess I should mention that, if you don't fuck me, I'm gonna put the story round the neighborhood about you and asshole," Paul went on. "And he ain't gonna deny it, 'cause if he does, he's gonna need casts to hold his other casts together, after I stomp his ass the second time!"

A long, pain-racked groan escaped from Donna's lips. If she didn't do what this horrid, bullying boy said, he was perfectly capable of doing everything he'd threatened – Donna could see that in his evil brown eyes. There was a sly animal cunning there, but no real intelligence, no compassion.

"Which way's the bedroom, blondie?" Paul finally asked with a triumphant grin.

Donna wanted to run. The tall, muscular boy put his big hand on her shoulders and turned her toward the bedroom. She let him push and urge her down the hallway.

"Wouldn't you like a drink first?" Donna blurted in rising terror. "I know I would! How about a nice whiskey and water?"

Paul spun the frightened housewife around and reached for the tie at the front of her robe. "Nah, what I want is some of this primo pussy, baby. I can drink anytime, but I can't fuck a gorgeous bitch like you anytime. I know that wimp kid of yours will be home in a couple of hours – Byron the asshole and me been watchin' the house all morning. We saw him leave in his football outfit. Now, come on, baby, get with it!"

Paul jerked the tie open and Donna's robe parted. The boy's dark eyes sparkled with desire as he saw the woman's spectacularly long, pretty legs and her downy-soft blonde cunt muff.

"Jesus! It's even nicer than I thought!" the excited teenager sighed. "Let's see these tits, honey! You been drivin' me crazy ever since you moved here. Struttin' around the neighborhood with a set of jugs like yours, all jiggly and bouncy…"

The horny boy shoved Donna's robe farther apart and her huge, creamy-white tits popped into view. Paul sucked in his breath and stood motionless, admiring the size and plump fullness of Donna's heavy, flawless tits.

"Look at them tits!" Paul panted. "I never seen such big ripe nipples!" He grinned at the beautiful widow. "You just play like you're some kinda ritzy, stuck-up bitch, don't ya, Mrs. Spaulding? I can see by the way your nipples are pumped up, you wanta be fucked just as bad as I wanta fuck you!"

Donna turned her head, blushing furiously as the boy skimmed off her robe and let it slip to the floor. He was simply awful! The part that really had Donna worried was that the boy was correct. Glancing in the mirror, Donna saw that her tits were as aroused and ready as he had said.

"Mmmmmm, I love a bitch with huge, heavy tits that don't sag a bit!" Paul murmured happily, leaning down to suck one of Donna's cherry-sized nipples into his wet lips.

The obnoxious youth ran his tongue all over Donna's sensitive tit as he sucked it. Donna moaned. She couldn't help herself!

Byron moved around in back of Donna. She felt his gentle touch on her thighs, spreading her legs so that he could snake a finger up into her already-sopping pussy to tickle and tease her throbbing clit.