Heather Brown: Mom_s boy hunger

Feeling like a new woman for having arrived at this conclusion, I jumped out of my chair and charged into my household duties. The quicker I polished them off, the sooner I would be free to plunge into my new life-style. Euphoric with my dramatic decision, I was already horny again, even though I had just finished fucking a teenage boy.

The laundry and the floor-waxing went easier than they had in years. I just whizzed right through them. In a couple of hours I had completed these tasks, and still had most of the afternoon in front of me. Only grocery shopping remained, and in its case I had decided to combine business with pleasure.

In the past I had always done my marketing at a nearby shopping center, where everyone knew me. Now I drove across town, looking for a store where no one would recognize me. Needless to say, I had more on my mind than roasts, detergents and vegetables.

I found what I was looking for in the frozen foods section-and I'm not talking about TV dinners. There was an incredibly handsome man there, looking at the meat pies. Immediately I wanted him.

"Are you a bachelor?" I sidled up next to him and broke the ice. "You don't see many men in the supermarket at this time of day."

He laughed, making himself even more attractive. "No, my wife and kids are out of town. I'm having to take care of myself for the first time in years."

"Maybe I could help you," I said. "If there's one thing I know about, it's shopping for groceries."

"All right," he agreed. "What's better-the beef or the turkey pies?"

"Neither," I laughed. "The best I can say about any of this stuff is that it'll keep you alive. Since you're on your own, why don t you treat yourself to something special. A fling."

"I never thought of that," he shook his head. "Why not?"

"Come on," I took him by the hand. "I'll show you where the fresh meats are. And the vegetables. Cheeses. And how about a bottle of wine?"

I was charmed by his enthusiasm. By the time I had helped him fill his cart with goodies, he was bubbling with excitement, just like a kid.

"I think I'll go right home and cook all of this stuff," he said. "I can't wait to eat it."

"Oh, do you know how to cook?"

His ecstatic expression abruptly drooped.

"What's wrong?"

"I forgot about that detail," he muttered. "Cooking. I'm afraid I can't even boil water. All this food will go to waste once I put my hands on it."

It was time to make my move. "I'm not doing anything this afternoon," I said. "How about if I tag along with you and cook it for you? After all, I talked you into buying all this stuff-the least I can do is show you what to do with it."

A man doesn't often receive an offer like this. I could tell it made him nervous, but my persistent smile melted his apprehension.

"Okay," he finally went along with my suggestion. "I guess I shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth."

I followed him to his place in my car. He lived in a suburb on the other side of the city from mine. In other words, the location was perfect, nobody would know me there. When I finally left, nobody would know that I bad been in his house but him and me.

Once we were inside his ranch-style home, I excused myself to go to the bathroom. Actually I didn't have to use the toilet, but I was anxious to remove my underthings. When I made my move, I didn't want any bra or panties in the way.

Out of the bathroom, I marched right into the kitchen and prepared a gorgeous meal. Maybe I wasn't the greatest cook in the world, but I poured whatever I had into this one.

We ate heartily, polishing off the bottle of wine in. the process. We were both feeling exceptionally comfortable when we sat down on the sofa for after-dinner conversation and drinks. Considering the good time we were having, there seemed nothing out of the ordinary that we were sitting so close together we were touching.

He'd said his name was Hank. Maybe it was an alias for the occasion, I don't know. I say this, because I'd told him my name was Andrea instead of Betty. Andrea sounded sexier, and besides it would further obscure my actual identity.

"Whew," Hank exhaled, "I can't remember when I've eaten so much. I feel as though I've gained ten pounds."

I looked down at his belly. Sure enough, it was straining at his belt with all that food inside it.

"Why don't you loosen your pants," I cunningly suggested. "I'll understand."

Ordinarily I suppose he would have looked at me askance. However, Hank had a half a bottle of wine and most of his after-dinner drink inside him, so his inhibitions were considerably diminished. He didn't even mind when I undid his belt for him and unsnapped his trousers.

"There," I said. "I'll bet that feels a lot better."

"Thanks," he grinned, "it sure does."

I engineered a pause, during which I looked at his lap. Then I struck: "I know something that would feel even better. Especially with your wife away, and all."

"You're the boss," he grinned some more.

There was no point in saying it. I just did it.

Before Hank could guess my intention, I dropped my hand into his lap and unzipped his fly. I had his cock out before he could move.

It was a big one-just like I'd planned on. It wasn't hard yet, but I had plans for that, too.

"Wha-what are you doing?" Hank stammered, but he certainly didn't sound as though he wanted me to stop.

"Just think of it as an after-dinner treat," I cooed, and then dropped my face to his crotch. The first taste of his prick made me orgasm all by itself.

He squirmed on the sofa, but he didn't try and move away. And even if he had been so disposed, he couldn't have my oral grip had already descended halfway down his quickly stiffening shaft.

I sucked his cock all the way down to his nuts. Nuts that were now out in the open and churning.

"Mmmmm," I announced when he was fully erect. "I love your prick. I hope you'll like my pussy. Lord knows, ft's wet enough."

He automatically reached for the crux of my thighs. I had manipulated him into a position that by now no red-blooded male could resist. When I pulled up my skin, my bare twat was there waiting for him and he was a goner.

"Stick your fingers inside," I told him. "I'll suck your cock some more while you fingerfuck me."

I didn't wait for an answer. Hungry for prick, I closed my lips over his standing organ once again and swallowed it to the hilt. At the same time, Hank introduced three of his fingers into my slit and began probing.

We kept this up for several minutes, getting hotter and hotter. By the time we decided to go on to better things, my mouth was working like an oral cunt and Hank had his entire hand in my creaming snatch.

"Time to fuck." I released his hard-on. "My pussy s so hot I think I've got blisters on my thighs."

Hank was breathing hard, too aroused to talk. His wordless reply to my proposal was to grab my blouse and rip it from my torso. Here my bra-less condition paid off, as my lover was presented with the immediate sight of my bare, bobbing breasts.

"How do you like my tits?" I proudly inquired, noticing that my turgid nipples resembled fresh strawberries.

Still mute, Hank thrust his face between my heaving jugs and clasped them to his cheeks. While he was doing this, I grabbed his stiff cock and began pulling it toward my fuck-hungry cunt.

"Do it to me, Hank!" I implored. "Fuck me while you're eating my tits!"

As I slid down on my back, Hank worked his way between my legs. Right away the head of his prick rubbed against my ultra-sensitive labia, searching for the dewy slit of my soul.

"Stick it in!" I cried. "Jesus, I want it so bad!" He gave it to me. With a violent pelvic surge, Hank rammed his tool to my depths on the first try. I wiggled my ass from the tight, tight fit.