J Watson - In the widow_s panties

She had barely sat down in her living room when the doorbell rang. She sipped at her drink as she walked to the front door. She opened it but she didn't recognize the young man standing there.

"Mrs. Roberts," he said.

"Yes?"

"Don't you remember me? I'm Kelly. Alan Kelly."

She did remember. He had been the boy who had cut her grass for a few years. Now he had really grown up. He was tail and well muscled, and he had a nice smile.

"I do remember you," she said.

"I just came by to tell you how sorry I was about your husband," Alan said. "I used to like him a lot!"

"I know you did, Alan," she said.

"I brought these by to show you," he said.

They were pictures. She remembered the summer he had taken them. They had just put in the new pool and she had been wearing the black bathing suit that Alan had not been able to take his eyes or his camera away from.

"Come on inside while I look at them," she said.

She knew his gaze was on her ass as she walked to the living room. She didn't mind his hot gaze on her. It reminded her of the past. She and her husband had laughed a lot about the way he looked at her.

She finished her drink as she looked over the rest of the pictures. She wasn't surprised to see that most of the pictures mostly had her in it. There were a few pictures of her husband. She liked them.

"These are very good," she said.

"You can keep them. A gift."

"I appreciate that. You don't know how much it means to me. It's a nice thing. It brings back nice memories."

"I imagine you must be getting lonely," Alan said.

It took her a moment to realize that Alan was coming onto her. But he was not coming onto her because she was trying to get a job or anything else. He was coming onto her because he found her pretty.

"It does get lonely," she said.

"I wish there was something I could do," he said.

"This is nice enough," she said.

She made herself another drink. She sat down and crossed her legs. His gaze went nervously to her long, slender legs. She didn't bother pulling her skirt down. She didn't know what she was thinking about except that it was kind of nice to have him admiring her this way.

"I guess I have to go now," he said.

"What's your hurry?" she asked.

"You were all dressed up. I thought you'd have someplace to go."

"Not yet. In a little while. You're right. I have been lonely. It's nice just to have, somebody to talk to."

He licked his lips. She somehow expected it when Alan got up and walked across the room. He made himself a drink. He sipped at it slowly.

"I shouldn't let you do that," she said. "You shouldn't be drinking that."

"I drink at home sometimes," he said.

"You're not at home now," she said.

"No. Right now I'm with a beautiful woman."

She almost laughed at his expression. He was just so serious. There was also something else she felt like doing. She felt like touching him. She felt like putting her arms around him and hugging him close.

It was a foolish thought. He was a boy. He was too young. She should have been sick just thinking about it. She wasn't surprised as he walked over and sat down beside her. He acted so nervous that it made her feel tingly.

"I bet you have lots of girls," she said.

"A few," he admitted. "But I'd rather be here with you than with any of them."

He put his arm around her. She didn't fight him when he turned her head toward him. He kissed her mouth gently. Her mouth opened willingly. His tongue started pushing into her mouth immediately. She didn't protest. She started pushing her tongue back against his. Again she felt those delicious tingles going up and down her spine. Her stomach fluttered.

She pushed him away gently. He was looking at her like he could eat her body up. He kissed her a little harder and started ramming his tongue in and out of her mouth.

The young man's hands moved up to her big, firm tits. He touched her nervously. She didn't complain, and his hands grew bolder. He started squeezing her tits harder until her nipples pressed rigidly against the fabric of her dress.

"What are doing?" she asked.

"I have to touch you, baby," he said. "I have to play with you and kiss you. I need you, baby!"

"But you're so young," she protested.

"It doesn't matter," he said. "Please don't let it matter."

He was such a nice young man. She didn't want to stop him. Her body didn't want him to stop. She pressed her tits a little closer to his hot hands. He was grasping her tits as if he could never get enough of touching her.

Her tits were aching. Her nipples were rubbing excitedly against her dress. His hand moved up to the strap of her gown. He pulled the strap down slowly until one of her creamy tits popped free.

He moved her other strap down her body and let her other tit pop free. He moved his head back so that he could look at her big, creamy tits. Her hot pink nipples seemed to be twice as hot as usual.

"They're beautiful, baby," he said. "Your tits are so fucking beautiful!"

Even his words made her tingle. She spread her legs and closed them back together again. Her pussy juices started leaking. Her panties were getting wet. She closed her legs tighter together but that didn't help. She wondered what was wrong with her. How could she let this young boy turn her on like this?

"We shouldn't be doing this," she whispered.

At the same time, she was putting her hand on his head and pushing his face down her tits. His wet lips touched one of her nipples. He opened his mouth and caught one of her nipples in his lips. He sucked it deeper into his mouth. He let his teeth close around her swollen nipple.

"Oh, that does feel good," she moaned. "That feels so damn good. So damn good!"

His mouth opened wider and he started chewing on her creamy titty-flesh. His teeth nipped gently. His tongue started washing across her nipple. He sucked harder. His mouth grew hotter and wetter. His teeth bit gently into her creamy titty-flesh. His hand dropped to her knee. She knew that once his hand went up to her thighs she would not be able to stop him.

She would soon be past the point of no return.

But she couldn't stop him. She spread her legs a little wider and his hand started moving up her thighs. He touched her between her legs, and she shivered. She closed her thighs around his hand.

"You are making me crazy," she said.

He moved back but he wasn't leaving. He skimmed her dress the rest of the way off and she was left wearing nothing but her panties. For a moment he just sat there looking at her, not able to believe his good fortune.

"You're so damned good looking," he said. He bent down and started licking at her titties again. She knew she couldn't stand much more of this. Her pussy was already on fire. It suddenly no longer mattered that he was so young.

"Let's go to the bedroom," she said.

"Hot damn," the young man said.

He let her lead him up to the bedroom. He grabbed her almost as soon as they were through the door. He held her close to him so that her tits flattened out against his chest. He kissed her hard and let his tongue wiggle around inside her mouth. She sucked at his tongue. She sucked it deeper into her mouth. His knee lifted up between her legs. She closed her thighs around his knee and rubbed her cunt against him.

Her cunt juices were dripping down the insides of her thighs. Her cunt was feeling sticky. She pushed him away again. This time she slid her panties down her long legs.

"Beautiful," he groaned. "So fucking beautiful."

She was surprised by what he did next. She didn't think he had had that much experience. He dropped down on his knees in front of her and pressed his face into her pussy hair. For a moment he only breathed against her thighs.