M. Jacobs - Incest wife

"Joey!" Angela Banner called from her back door, straining her voice to overcome the noise of the lawnmower. "Come have a cold drink, darling! You must be terribly hot!"

"Sure am, Mrs. Banner!" Joey Watson shouted back, cutting off the engine and running to pick up his shirt where he had thrown it in the grass.

Angela was hot too, but the heat that was bothering her had nothing to do with the weather. Angela's house was cool and comfortable, but her pussy was steaming, steaming with lust for the handsome young boy who was busy mowing her lawn that hot summer day.

Angela was well aware that her desire for young Joey was wicked and taboo. She knew that a married woman with two sons of her own had no business dripping with lust for a teenage boy. She knew that what she was about to do was wrong, but she had struggled with her conscience for a long time, and her conscience had lost the struggle. She had to have the boy, and she had to have him now.

Angela had been waiting all week for the opportunity to seduce Joey, and today was the perfect time. Her husband Mike had taken her two sons Thad and Randy to the lake for an afternoon of fishing. It had taken her all week to persuade her husband to take an afternoon off from his insurance business to spend some time with the boys. Mike didn't seem to care about anything but his business. He devoted all his time to building the business, living and breathing insurance. He had succeeded in making his business the most successful in the area with his total dedication to work. He had also succeeded in ruining his marriage.

In the happy, early years of their marriage Angela wouldn't have thought for a moment of seducing a boy, but in the early years of their marriage she had gotten all the fucking she could handle. Unfortunately, Mike had lost all interest in sex. He hadn't even been able to raise a hard-on in more than a year. The man who had once been able to drive her wild with passion every night now came home after working all day at the office, worked on his books for a couple of hours and fell off to sleep as soon as he hit the sheets. Nothing Angela did could kindle a spark in him.

Angela knew that she wasn't to blame for Mike's total lack of interest in sex. She was still just as beautiful and seductive as she had been twenty years ago. If anything, she had improved with age. Mike had chosen to devote himself totally to his work and nothing she could do or say would change him. Angela didn't want a divorce. Mike was a good provider, and when he found the time, he could be a good father. As far as Thad and Randy knew, nothing was wrong at home, although they both wished they could have more time with their father.

Angela had considered looking to another man for sexual satisfaction, lout had decided that that was out of the question. In the close-knit little community of Carterville, any extramarital affair soon became the subject of vicious gossip. The people of Carterville would be shocked and enraged to find that their head librarian was having an affair. Her fellow townspeople might suspect her of having an affair with another man if she gave them half a chance, but how could they possibly suspect her of having an affair with a teenage boy? Things like that simply didn't happen in Carterville.

Angela was a woman of powerful sexual desires. She had always loved fucking. As a teenager, she had a reputation as a hot fuck. When she had married Mike and moved to Carterville, however, she had settled down considerably. Mike had given her all the cock she needed to keep her happy, but that was all in the past.

She longed now to experience the youthful male vitality that Mike had thrilled her with in the early years of their marriage. She longed to have a big hard cock buried in her cunt again. She longed to feel a hot cock pounding in and out of her seething pussy until she came again and again. She seethed with unfulfilled desire, and she could stand it no longer. She knew that Joey could provide her with just what she needed to be happy.

Angela knew that Joey was more than a little surprised to find her standing in the door wearing only a flimsy negligee and a warm smile. She knew that the boy could see through the gauzy garment, that he could see her luscious tits with their hard little nipples. She knew that he could see the shadow of her soft warm pussy nestled between her lithe legs. She watched the boy's glittering blue eyes widen and his mouth fall open as his gaze roved up and down her fine feminine form.

"Well, Joey? Aren't you coming in?" Angela asked with a playful smile.

"Uh… sure… sure, Mrs. Banner," the boy choked, apparently unable to look her in the eye.

"Is something the matter, Joey?" she asked, putting her hands on her hips, smoothing the material of her negligee over her silken thighs.

"G-gosh… no… I… I guess not…" the boy rasped.

"Does it bother you that I'm dressed this way, darling? It's so hot today and this negligee is so light and airy," the hot-assed woman said, smoothing her garment over her bulging tits and letting the boy see her pointy nipples.

Joey couldn't believe what was happening to him. He had never seen Mrs. Banner dressed that way before. She might as well have come to the door wearing nothing at all. He had always known that she was a beautiful and sexy woman, but seeing her that way affected him powerfully. He had never seen a woman that close to naked before, except in pictures, and Mrs. Banner sure was better than any picture he had ever seen. Standing there in front of her and watching her move her hands over her nearly naked body made his legs weak. He didn't know what to do. "Are you as hot as I am, Joey?"

"Huh?" he gasped.

"I'm sure you are, darling," she said. "Why don't we go into the living room and have a nice cold drink?"

Joey had been buttoning his shirt up when he had got to the back door. When he had seen Mrs. Banner standing there like a vision in a wet dream, his hands had dropped to his sides. Now he somehow managed to regain control of his fingers enough to finish buttoning his shirt before he followed her into her living room, but Mrs. Banner had other ideas.

"You don't have to button your shirt Joey," she said, taking his hand in hers. "In fact, why don't you take your shirt off, darling? You didn't really really need to put it on to come inside. I like to see handsome young men like you with their shirts off, Joey. I was watching you mowing the lawn. I just love to watch your muscles move when you work!"

Joey just stood there in shock as Mrs. Banner unbuttoned his shirt for him. Her hands brushed against his chest. She was so close to him that he could reach out and touch her if he had the nerve. Her magnificent tits were right before his eyes. He could see the hard points of her nipples poking out against the thin material of her negligee. He watched her tits rise and fall as she breathed. The scent of the perfume she wore wafted past his nostrils, intoxicating him.

"Such a nice strong chest!" she breathed laying the palm of her hand over his heart. "My goodness, Joey, your heart is beating so fast. Are you nervous about something?"

"I… I guess…" the boy choked, feeling the incredible warmth of her silken hand soaking into his chest.

Angela stepped up behind the boy and eased his shirt off his strong young shoulders. She ran her warm hands up and down his sides, thrilling to the feel of young muscles beneath her fingers. She knew that she was driving him wild with her boldness, and she knew from the way he was reacting to her sensual onslaught that he was hers for the taking. She wrapped her arms around his waist and hugged him quickly from behind, letting her warm tits crush up against his strong young back.