M Jacobs: Mom_s family orgy

As far as she could see, there was no satisfactory way out of her embarrassing and dangerous predicament. She could only hope that the boy had enough sense not to blab the story all over town. But Cissy's problem was more than merely having been caught masturbating by an impressionable boy. The most upsetting part of her problem was between her legs. She was still incredibly hot for fucking, so hot that her cunt still ran with musky sex-juices even as she sat there burning with embarrassment.

Cissy still wanted Billy. She still wanted to seduce the boy and teach him what screwing was all about. She knew that she should have learned her lesson. She knew that the embarrassment she had felt should have taught her to leave boys alone. She knew that she was teetering on the brink of depraved lust, knew that she could push herself off at any minute and fall into the abyss of her lust for youth. Her cunt was steaming between her legs. She had to be near the object of her lusts. She had to be near the boy she so desperately wanted.

Cissy felt as if some strange force were controlling her actions, felt as if the force of her depraved passion for Billy were causing her to do things she would never have dreamed of doing before. She felt herself rising from the sofa, felt herself gliding up the stairs as if in a trance. When she realized that she was standing outside the door of the bathroom, she shivered with a strange mixture of fear and excitement. She felt her hand reach out and grasp the knob. She hesitated a moment before opening the door. She could hear the water running in the shower. She knew that Billy was standing behind the translucent glass doors, standing there as naked as the day he was born, just waiting for her to initiate him into the rites of sex.

When she felt the door open slowly she knew that she was lost.

Billy's mind was in a state of turmoil just as Cissy's was. He had never seen a woman's cunt before, had never even seen a woman naked, except his mother once in awhile. He had no idea that women did things like that to themselves. He had jacked off and he knew that all the guys did it, but the discovery that women played with themselves, too, was a mind-boggling experience. Mrs. Baxter's hand had been buried all the way up her cunt, and it had been moving in there, too. As he stood in the shower soaping up his athletic body, he closed his eyes and tried to recall the scene downstairs. It wasn't at all difficult to call back the images, so indelibly were they, etched into his memory.

He remembered watching Mrs. Baxter's long, pink-glowing legs moving back and forth slowly as she hand-fucked herself. He remembered wanting to run his hands over her silky-looking skin, remembered wanting to see for himself if her naked legs were as warm and soft as they looked. He remembered seeing the swelling of her huge tits beneath the silk material of her pink blouse, remembered seeing the hard little points of her tit-peaks showing enticingly through the material. He had seen pictures of boobs before, but never had he been that turned on by a picture. Mrs. Baxter's tits looked a lot prettier through her blouse than any of those he had seen.

Billy remembered wanting to reach out and lay his hands on his neighbor's luscious breasts, remembered wanting to feel their silken warmth through her blouse. He remembered wanting to bury his face between her softly swelling breasts and inhale her intoxicating perfume. He remembered, too, detecting the even more intoxicating scent of the musky feminine fragrance that wafted up from the hot spot between her spread legs as he stood there trembling before her. He remembered wanting to fall to his knees and push his face up against the seething hole between Mrs. Baxter's pretty legs. Even as he stood there in the shower he wanted to stare between the luscious older woman's legs and examine her secret treasure.

Billy imagined kneeling before the lovely older woman and watching her open her legs even wider for him. He watched her move her hand inside her seething cunt, showing him how she could drive herself wild with her own hand. He envisioned her masturbating not oblivious to his presence as she had been downstairs, but fully aware that he was watching her. Mrs. Baxter was lascivious in his active imagination, lascivious and willing to do anything for him.

The horny boy watched Mrs. Baxter pull her hand out of her cunt-and open her naked twat. He had only seen pictures of pussies before, but as he imagined Mrs. Baxter's lewd behavior and remembered glimpsing her naked flesh, he could see the woman's cunt as clearly as if he had seen a thousand cunts in the flesh. He could see the wet, ragged lips of her seething twat shivering slightly as she gyrated her pretty hips and moved her cunt enticingly.

Billy felt his cock throbbing, throbbing with the heat of abandoned lust. He had always thought that Mrs. Baxter was a beautiful woman, but never had he suspected that she could ever have such a maddening effect on him. He looked down at his stiff dick and saw the big hard thing sticking up straight against his stomach. He was damn proud of his big fat cock and liked nothing better than to grab the pole of flesh and jerk off whenever he got the urge. The urge was mighty powerful at the moment. With visions of Mrs. Baxter dancing through his mind, the hard-cocked lad grasped the shaft of his wet cock and began jacking off to beat hell.

His groin was covered with soap suds, suds that made a wet sucking sound when his hand banged up and down his stiff dick. He rubbed suds all over his naked body with his free hand, enjoying the silken feel of his own naked body, but wishing that he could feel a girl's body instead. If only he could run his hands over Mrs. Baxter's body. If only she weren't so much older. If only she would let him do the things that he imagined doing to her as he beat off. If only there wasn't a taboo against sex between a boy and an older woman.

Billy's hand flew up and down the swollen shaft of his rod, making his cock tingle and twitch with excitement. His cock-head swelled hard as he stimulated himself. Droplets of crystal-clear pre-seminal fluid oozed from the lips of his dick-head, running down the shaft of his stiff prick, mingling with the soap around his cock. His balls ached with excitement as he jacked himself off with a frenzy. His nearly hairless nuts were gathered tightly between his legs.

"Oh, shit! This is too much! She's so beautiful, so fuckin' beautiful! I saw her cunt! Jesus Christ! I saw Mrs. Baxter's cunt!" Billy rasped, getting hotter and hotter by the second.

When Cissy heard the boy's heavy breathing and the words that were escaping his lips in spite of himself, she knew that she had had a powerful effect on the lad. It was just the effect she longed to have on him. She could see his slender form through the translucent glass of the shower doors. She could make out his hand moving up and down in front of his handsome body, could see the pink freshness of his skin behind the door. She couldn't help wanting to throw open the doors and join her object of affection.

Cissy's cunt trembled between her legs as she watched the boy jacking off. She had never seen a boy do that before, although she had enough sense to know that her sons did it all the time. She wanted to do the job for him, wanted to step into the shower and wrap her silken fingers around the hard shaft of his slippery dick, wanted to beat him off until he shot his heavy wad into the air.

The horny woman couldn't help wondering if his cock was as beautiful as she had imagined it. She couldn't help wondering if it would fill her hand as she had imagined, couldn't help wondering if his cock was as hot and hard as she thought it would be. She wished she could summon the courage to find out for herself if her would-be lover was everything she thought he was. She felt herself teetering on the brink of depravity. She knew that she could easily fall into the whirlpool of her lust for the boy. She was simply too horny to resist the temptation to seduce the boy. She needed him desperately, and she knew that he would appreciate the things she could teach him about fucking and sucking. She would do it, and she would do it now.