Michael Corbett: Naughty hot mom

Melinda Davis laced her fingers together and put her hands against the back of her head, straining her enormous round tits upward. She was naked and she gazed down at the half-naked teenage boy who lay on her kitchen floor, staring up at her. Slowly, she started to dance. Her body twisted lewdly and her huge tits jiggled. She rubbed her full thighs together, then dipped, spreading her thighs and letting the boy see her glistening cunt lips.

"Beautiful!" Duane Brophy breathed. He was less than half Melinda's age.

She still didn't know what had come over her fifteen minutes ago. Until today, she had never done anything like this except in her fantasies. Although she had married young, she had lived quietly, bearing and bringing up two well-behaved children, keeping house, being faithful to her husband Kent, and going to church on Sundays.

But now she had pounced on the boy who lived next-door, the only child of her best friend, Susan Brophy, and she felt perfectly natural, as if she were doing something she had always been meant to do. She already knew that much of her old life was gone forever, and, although she had always been semi-content in her ways, she did not regret its passing.

"Get your pants down!" he growled to the boy. "I want you to jack off for me!"

"Y-yes, ma'am, Mrs. Davis!" he whispered, fumbling at the crotch of his jeans.

"I told you before, stud, call me Melinda," she said. "You are a stud, aren't you, Duane, honey? A strong, good-looking bastard like you must've had his prick in lots of hot cunts." She wasn't taunting him. Duane Brophy was handsome and heavily muscled, and, despite his youth, she did not want him to be a virgin. She wanted someone with a well traveled cock.

But his slight stutter a moment ago and the fumbling of his hands worried her. To her pleasure, though, something – her words, perhaps – made him revert to his normal confident self.

His leer returned. Wiggling, he pushed his jeans and his shorts down to his knees. Melinda gasped. From the bulge she'd seen in his pants, she'd expected him to have a big cock but not nearly as big as the stiff, gorgeous monster that was now before her eyes. His prick was huge.

He kept leering up at her as he took hold of his hard cock and stroked his prick. Melinda felt her already-swollen nipples and clit stiffen even more. She began grinding her broad hips, and each time she brought them forward she dipped again, displaying her engorged pussy lips. Duane stared at her pussy lips and her swaying tits while she stared at his prick and the hand that was slowly stroking.

"That's right!" she breathed. "Ooooh, Goddamn, you're doing it just right! Sensational, baby!"

She realized with a jolt that this was the most exciting moment of her entire life. She remembered the other wildly exciting moments of her life. When she'd been a kid she'd been playing with her cunt lips and her burgeoning tits one night and had given herself her very first orgasm. When she'd been married, her husband had popped her cherry and given her, her first fuck on their wedding night. One night two years later when he'd fucked her, he'd finally made her cum, her first orgasm with a prick inside her. Since then, he'd made her cum three other times. And that was all! Except for giving birth to her two children, Wally and Cindy, who were now teenagers, those had been the only wildly exciting moments of her whole life, until today.

She realized now why the decision to change her life today had been so easy. Her old life had been dull, dry. She had usually overlooked the dullness because that old life had been comfortable in many ways. And it had seemed safe, with few risks. But in the long run the comfort and the safety hadn't been enough. She needed excitement. She needed variety. She needed sex, much more sex, with much more satisfaction, with ecstasy. And those needs had quietly built until one unexpected thrill had been all that was required to push her over the line, the line between faithful wife and cock-seeking slut.

That unexpected thrill had come this morning.

Melinda had made a routine walk next-door to have, a routine conversation with her best friend, Susan Brophy. The back door of the Brophy house had been unlocked and as usual Melinda had walked in without knocking. The large room that stretched all the way across the back of the Brophy house was a combination den and game-room.

Instead, Melinda found Duane in the game-room, lifting weights. He was clad only in gym shorts, and is big muscles of his sun-bronzed body rippled and bulged spectacularly as he moved the heavy barbell. Instantly, Melinda felt a thrilling jolt in her cunt and tits, and heat had raced through her body.

"Hi, Mrs. Davis," Duane said. "Mom's not home right now." He spoke without even breaking his rhythm as he pressed the barbell repeatedly over his head.

"Oh? When'll she be back?" Melinda asked weakly, staring at his rippling, bulging muscles. She'd seen him working-out many times before, but all those other times he'd been wearing a long-sleeved sweatshirt. She was glad he wasn't wearing one today.

"She'll be gone three or four hours at least," Duane answered. "She left just a few minutes ago, and you know she's got two aunts who live here in town. She's gone to see both of them and they always talk her ear off."

"Well, shit, I didn't need to talk to her about anything important anyway," Melinda said. In her old life she would never have said "shit", but she had already crossed over the line. She was hot and tingling all over. Inside her blouse and bra, her big nipples were stiffening, and, inside her slacks and panties, her clit and cunt lips were swelling. The crotch of her panties was moistening with fuck juice that was oozing out of her tight pussy.

Duane put the barbell down. He wasn't even breathing hard. He glanced at his watch.

Melinda was standing about fifteen feet from him but she walked up to him then.

"How much weight were you lifting?" she asked.

"Just a hundred-fifty," he replied.

"Just a hundred-fifty pounds?" Melinda said slowly, almost whispering.

Duane grinned. "Sure," he answered. "In that exercise I can handle a lot more than that, but for me that's good enough for a regular workout."

"You must be as strong as an ox," Melinda said, and this time she was whispering. Her breathing was getting jerky and her oversized tits were rising and falling sharply. "Shit, you must be as strong as four or five oxen. Okay if I feel your muscles?"

"Sure," Duane said, and he leered at her, as if he already knew that she wanted his cock up her cunt. He held his arms up, bending them at the elbows and popping his massive biceps up for her.

She touched his biceps gingerly at first, but then squeezed them fervently, the way she longed to squeeze his prick. His biceps were rock-hard, the way she wanted his prick to be. After he lowered his arms, she slid her hands up to his broad shoulders, then down to his wide deep chest, then down to his hard narrow belly. And all the while, as she rubbed and squeezed his muscles, she was calculating.

Howard Brophy, who was Duane's father and Susan's husband, was at work and wouldn't be home until later that afternoon.

Susan was gone for at least three or four hours. It would be safe enough for Melinda to get Duane's prick inside her there in the Brophy house. Still, if Susan came back early and caught them, there would be hell to pay.

Kent, Melinda's husband, was at work and wouldn't be home until much later. Since it was summer, the kids weren't in school, but Cindy, Melinda's daughter, was out shopping with three of her friends, and Wally, Melinda's son, was at a friend's house a couple of miles away. Neither of the kids was likely to come home before noon, so it would also be safe enough for Melinda to fuck Duane in her own house.