"Sweaty" by Julius Copyright 2005 Mitzi rang the bell. Nobody answered, so she opened the screen door and rapped with her knuckles.
The door swung open a couple of inches. Blowing a drop of sweat off the tip of her nose she decided this must be the hottest of her forty-eight summers. Voices, she was sure she could hear voices. God but it was hot, even in the shade of the house. Perspiration prickled in her armpits. She felt a trickle sexy teacher facial in class its way down her spine, headed for her shorts. She pushed the door open, stuck her head into the kitchen and called.
Ahead of her, the stairs down into the basement beckoned.
Again the sound of voices, probably a TV. Damn it, she needed a hand with the mower. She crossed to the top of the stairs and moved cautiously down the first three.
It sounded as if someone was having sex. She let curiosity draw her down the stairs. The door at the bottom was open a little and she peeped through the crack. Well, someone was having sex, but it was on the TV.
Across the rec.
room a large screen showed a big-breasted blonde astride a man. The girl was having a wonderful time and being quite vocal about it. On the sofa, with his back to her, was young Matthew. Mitzi forgot about the picture on the screen and looked down at the gorgeous cock. His shorts were round his knees and he was stroking himself.
Mitzi felt her body tense as hunger blossomed in the pit of her stomach. Her hand slid slowly, naughty wife invites teen over for hubby into her shorts. All she could do was stand silently and watch, while her arousal mounted. He seemed in no hurry to reach orgasm. He paused from time to time and she guessed he must be deliberately pacing himself. She watched, chewing her lip. He released his penis and reached for the hand cream dispenser on the arm of the sofa.
He pumped out a generous helping along his cock. She almost groaned aloud as he grabbed himself again. Mitzi could actually hear the wet, licking sound of the cream being squeezed between his cock and his fingers. She yearned to get closer. To touch, feel the heat and hardness of that lovely thing for herself.
The stalled lawnmower on the front lawn, her need for a shower, her thirst; all were pushed out of her mind by the sight of Matthew's cock.
She shifted her weight from one foot to the other and her wrist hit the door handle, making it rattle. Matthew was all hands and arms as he grabbed a cushion to cover himself. Then he tried to find the remote. He craned his neck to look round at the door. When he saw it was her, his face flushed scarlet and he started to apologise.
She smiled and told him to hush, "It's your house, I shouldn't even be creeping down here." "But .," he stammered, "this is so ." She gave a little laugh, "Don't be embarrassed, everybody does it," she paused, "I do it." "What, you mean .?" he gestured at the cushion. "Of course." She moved into the room and round the sofa to stand in front of him.
He'd grown into a handsome young man she thought. Eighteen just last week, the party had been a noisy affair. Mitzi was fascinated by the thought of what was under the cushion.
Before she realised it, she was on her knees in front of him. Matthew sat frozen, not knowing what to do. Gently, slowly, she eased the cushion from under his hands. He made no attempt to stop her. His erection was gone and his penis lay soft between his thighs. She reached out slowly to touch him, "I think I may have scared it." It was so soft. The smell of the hand cream came to her. She glanced up at him, his eyes were on her hand.
His cock began to stiffen and he shifted his hips. "How does that feel?" she asked him. "Wonderful," he said softly, then asked, "should we be doing this?" "Why ever not?" Mitzi could no more have stopped then, than she could have flown. Spasms flickered through her body. Her whole being seemed to tremble. The sight, the feel of Matthew's cock was doing wonderful things to her. She felt a sudden contraction between her legs.
A warmth blossomed in her chest and throat. Matthew's cock seemed boy teen fuck young girl grow forever in her hands and her hunger grew with it. It was too long since she'd had a real one to play with. "Some cream," she said, holding out her hand and gesturing towards the bottle. Matthew got the bottle and pumped two squirts into her palm.
He sucked air through his teeth as she wrapped hand and the cold cream around his cock. Mitzi lay her cheek on his thigh and watched herself pumping his big cock, "When's your dad due home?" "Not till late tonight, I gotta pick him up from the airport." Mitzi wondered about having this cock to play with for the next few hours. Her pussy spasmed. Matthew began to squirm on the sofa. "Stop, stop," he begged her, his body going rigid.
Mitzi released his cock and waited as he came down from near-orgasm. After a little while he grinned at her, "That was close." She slipped her hand gently around him again, "Why did you stop me?" "It's too wonderful to end just yet," he nodded towards the TV's blank screen, "usually I try to last 'til the end of the film." Mitzi's eyebrows went up, "That's what you were doing when I came by?" Matthew nodded.
"That's a lot of self control. You're going to make a wonderful lover." "Really?" he said, grinning happily. She wasn't sure she could wait. This wasn't her vibrator she was playing with. She got to her feet and shimmied her shorts down. Mitzi wore no underwear and she heard his intake of breath as he caught sight of her nakedness. She took his hand and guided it between her legs, "Feel how wet I am?" He nodded. "You and your beautiful cock did that." She knelt again, her shorts around her ankles.
She reached for his cock. If Matthew could wait a while, so could she. "I've got some condoms. My dad gives them to me," he said in an embarrassed rush.
She stroked his cock slowly, it wept a precum tear. "Don't you think I'm too old to have sex with?" she teased, "You're beautiful," he said. "Maybe you'd better go get a condom then." Matthew got up and headed upstairs, his cock waving proudly.
She picked up the remote and pressed 'play'. The blonde was still riding her beau with great enthusiasm. The girl had big round tits. Mitzi's were just as big but hers were more governed by gravity. She wondered if young Matthew would like them. He returned and sat down.
He still had his erection, weren't young men wonderful? His eyes flicked from her to the screen and back to her breasts. She grabbed the remote, turning the TV off again. Mitzi noticed the sheen of sweat on Matthew's face. It was hot, even here in the basement. She could smell the earthy scent of her own body.
Sweat trickled from her left armpit, to soak into the fabric of her bikini top. She glanced down, her breasts glistened, there were beads of sweat in her cleavage. Bits of grass clung to her skin "I'm a mess," she said, "need a shower." She let go of Matthew's cock.
"Don't go," he said, "don't stop what you're doing." There was a pleading note to his voice. The condom was in his hand, still in its wrapper. She didn't want to move one inch away from that erection. "Well, if you don't mind your women sweaty .," she moved her free hand and slipped her fingers down between her breasts.
"Could I ., " he paused, staring into her eyes. "Could you what Matthew?" "Could I .," he breathed deeply, "could I put my cock between your boobs?" "Call them breasts Matthew, please call them breasts. Yes I'd love your cock between them." She let go of his penis and reached behind her for the fastening of the bra.
She glanced up to watch his reaction. Her eye caught a movement and she gasped. Behind Matthew, in the doorway was a girl, staring at them. Mitzi froze. The girl grinned down at her and said, "You must be Matthew's mom, this is so cool." Cont'd .