William Taylor - Wild hot mother

"Bob!" Martha screamed, jumping up and pulling her fingers out of her slippery cunt. They were gripping with shiny juice. Her panties snapped back into place and became even more transparent as they soaked up her pussyjuice.

"I-I…" Bob stammered, his face growing pale as the blood drained from it.

"So," Martha cried angrily. "So! You like to peek into bathrooms, do you? Wait till your mother hears, about this!"

"Don't tell her!" Bob pleaded. Tears formed in his eyes. "Please! She'll kill me! Please, I won't do it again!"

"Well – no! You've got to be punished! You've been a very bad boy!"

Martha broke off and a disbelieving expression replaced her anger. The boy's prick was still at least half-hard despite his fear, and it was halfway down his thigh, down his tight pantleg! And it was so huge.

Martha's lust, already near the boiling point when Bob had so suddenly interrupted her fantasy, came to life again.

"You've got to be punished, but… I suppose I don't have to tell Ann this time. But you've got to be punished. How do you think I felt when you stumbled in like that? You embarrassed me terribly, Bob. Now, what kind of punishment do you think you deserve?"

"Uhhh, I-I don't know," the boy said weakly.

Terrified as he was he couldn't help staring at Mrs. Blumfeldt's body. Her creamy tits shook as she moved her arms for emphasis, plump, milky thighs, crossed by garter straps leading to her black stockings, framed her nearly transparent panty crotch. Bob knew what that tiny bit of black nylon was concealing so poorly, and he'd never forget, no matter how severe the punishment.

"Since you embarrassed me by watching something very personal, very private, it's only fair for me to embarrass you in the same way," Mrs. Blumfeldt said sternly. "I'm going to make you take down your pants and play with yourself in front of me, Bob. And I'm going to watch while you do it!"

Jerk off in front of her! Bob's eyes grew big. He couldn't do that! "But-but I…"

"It's either that, or I tell your mother what a dirty little boy you are, and let her punish you!" Martha threatened. "Now, follow me. I want to have a comfortable seat while you put on your nasty little show."

The older woman purposely left her robe off, knowing that as she walked down the hall she was giving him an exciting view of her full, fleshy asscheeks. The round, white cheeks of her ass rolled with her swinging hips. Her black bikini panties concealed nothing but her cunt, and now that they were soaked with juice, they hardly concealed them. But the black band of her bra across the naked, creamy skin of her back made a startling and exciting contrast to the boy.

But, although he stared at the luscious view, his fear and distress at being caught had combined with nervousness about his punishment. The effect was a limp cock. Not that he cared. He couldn't imagine jerking off in front of someone!

Martha led the boy to her room and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Stand in front of me!" she ordered, parting her knees to give him room. "Now, drop your pants."

She was dying to see his giant cock, but Bob just stood there, trembling. His eyes were wide and frightened.

"Do you want me to do it for you?" she asked, reaching for his belt buckle.

When he didn't answer, Martha reached out with shaky fingers and unbuckled and unzipped his pants. She tugged on them until they fell around his ankles. By now, her pussy was so wet that her saturated panties couldn't absorb any more of the scented fluid, and the sight of his shorts bulging with his flaccid cock and balls didn't help. Her big tits heaved with excited anticipation, for she could see Bob's dusky, wet-tipped cock-knob poking from the leg band of his shorts. The faint scent of his masculinity, the musky scent of his balls wafted to her dilating nostrils, and her mouth watered. She licked her full lips.

"Now," she said, somewhat huskily, "I'm not going to take down your shorts for you, Bob. Exposing yourself is part of your punishment. I'm going to count to tint, and if you haven't pushed your shorts down by the time I reach three, I'm going to tell Ann everything!"

The boy's face was no longer white, but a deep pink, and his lips trembled as she began counting. "Two" reached his ears like the sound of doom, and "three" was a death knell muffled by the roar of his own blood in his ears.

"I-I'll do it!" he said quickly, then slid his thumbs slowly into the waistband of his shorts.

He pushed them down slowly, but seemed to gain courage as he did so. As his thick cockroot and dark hair appeared, he suddenly yanked them down to his knees.

Martha sucked in air. Bob's was the biggest cock, even half-hard, that she'd ever seen. His prick was long and thick, and curved limply over his big, round, nearly hairless balls. The widely flaring mushroom-like knob was a dark pink, and it was smeared with precum. A fresh drop appeared as she stared, sliding down, forming a long, silvery string before it bit his shorts. Martha looked up and saw a strained expression on his flushed face. He was still frightened, but she intended to turn that fear into uncontrollable lust.

"Now take it in your hand and show me how you play with it," she said.

But Bob was too frightened and embarrassed to do more than stand there, staring down at the milky tops of her soft-looking tits. Martha sighed with feigned exasperation. Much as she enjoyed looking a this hefty cock, she wanted to see it stiff and hard.

"Here," she said. "I'll have to get you started, I suppose."

And she took his hands in hers and placed them around his cock. She pressed against the backs of his hands, making him squeeze his cock between his sweaty palms.

"Now grab that cock and start jerking off!" she ordered loudly, startling him.

Bob's fingers curled around his hanging prick and, frightened as he was, the heat of his cock against his palm and the eyes of the older woman on his naked prick made it start to tingle and swell. He dropped his left hand and let it hang as he increased the tempo of his strokes.

"Grab your balls, Bob," Martha said as she saw his huge cock lengthen and thicken.

Some clear, sparkling pre-cum flew off his cockhead and splattered on the tops of her tits.

"Ohhhhhhh!" Martha moaned, looking down at her heaving tits.

Bob gasped.

"Ohhh, look what you've done!" she exclaimed, watching the boy's pre-cum made slow trails across the surface of her tits.

Bob pumped his prick for at least five minutes while the older woman watched. Although his cock lengthened and thickened, it never did become as stiff and as hard as she wanted it. Martha was dying of frustration. She wanted to see that big cock standing out stiff and hard in front of Bob's belly. She knew that it was his nervousness and embarrassment outweighing his horniness that kept him from getting a real hard-on.

"Listen, Bob," she said, "I don't have all day. Do you want me to help you get a hard-on? I guess since you've already seen me playing with myself, it won't matter too much if I take out my tits, will it?"

Bob's eyes bulged as his landlady tugged down her flimsy half-bra and popped out her enormous tits. They jiggled and flopped ponderously before him, finally settling down to slowly sway back and forth. Her big, hard nipples were fiercely extended, poking boldly out from her pale pink, goose-pimpled areolas.

"Oh, wow!" Bob breathed reverently. He'd never seen such gigantic tits, not even in dirty magazines.

"Will you promise to get hard if I let you touch them?" Martha asked, lifting one massive tit upward toward his face. Her fingers sank deep into the soft, white flesh.

Bob licked his lips, hardly daring to believe that this beautiful, big-tittied older woman was really offering to let him stay with see gorgeous tits. He reached out with both hands, eager to squeeze and knead Mrs. Blumfeldt's big naked tits.