There was a distinct protrusion in the lad's pants. He would attempt to bend forward at the waist, as if inspecting the bed frame (which had already been assembled, yet nobody seemed to question), and conceal his erection.
“I think it's pretty big...” Lance nodded, quite unsure. “Where were you trying to move it?”
“Well,” Margo sighed, letting her boobs lift up and down with the elongated breaths. The boy's eyes were pinned to them, following every slight change in motion that they went through. Such marvelous boobs they were... fully formed, large, and enticing. That tight, low-cut shirt didn't make matters any better for Lance. With Margo's cleavage staring him in the face and her ass taunting every ounce of his willpower... it was a wonder he didn't stick a hand down his pants and begin jerking off right then and there!
The full-figured mother stuck a hand out, once again placing it on Lance's shoulder as she spoke. “I was thinking we might push it closer to that wall over there. But I'm not sure there will be enough room if we do that, what do you think?”
“Ummm...” Lance muttered, completely oblivious to the question.
“Here, I'll have a look,” Margo said as she ambled over to the corner.
And here, the sly woman, she bent right over the bed and into the angled space of the corner. The sight of her shapely, toned rear-end in those tight pink shorts nearly dropped the young man where he stood! As Margo bent over, those tiny things hugged even tighter to her firm ass. There was barely any room left for them to go. It left very little to the imagination as Lance traced every line of her feminine perfection with his virgin eyes. They were bulging from his head like over-sized baseballs, nearly popping out of the sockets. He hadn't taken a single breath ever since she stooped over, tempting him with that womanly physique.
There was something magical about a mature woman's body. They possessed a certain quality, that thickness that only comes with age. The full-figured, totally developed figure. None of the ungainly, gawky immature bodies of young girls. Mrs. Margo Vanders was equipped with a weapon of mass seduction. The slightest movement in this position might cause Lance to fire off a load of hot, white goo without a moment's notice. She just looked so good... those lickable legs and fuckable ass!
Lance was forced to bite his lip, attempting to stifle a shout of jubilation.
“It looks fuckin' great!” He shouted. “I mean, uh, it looks like it would fit. I hope it will!”
Margo giggled at his vulgar comment, before giving him yet another wink while looking back over her shoulder from the bent position. “Oh, you'd like it to fit in here, Lancey?”
“Yes, Mrs. Vanders. I want it to fit so badly!”
“Me too, studmuffin,” Margo smiled that sinister smile only she could perform. It buckled the young man at his knees. “I never knew you cared so much about furniture arrangement, Lance,” the mother chided her eager cub.
“Well, uh, I mean, uh, everyone deserves to be comfortable!”
“That's very true, Lance. And it would be rude of me as your host if you weren't comfortable, wouldn't it?”
“I guess so,” he shrugged, gulping along the way, and allowing his eyes to survey that flawless physique a few more times.
“And you know, Lance,” she continued. “You look kind of hot. You're sweating a bit, aren't you?”
“Oh, uh,” he looked from side to side, smiling nervously. “I guess a little, it's not too bad though!”
“Oh stop it, Lancey,” Margo giggled, moving toward the lad. “Why don't you take your shirt off? It will be a bit cooler.”
“I'm not sure about--”
“Maybe I'll join you, Lance, how about that? Nice and hot in here, we should cool off don't you think?”
And with that comment, Lance took hold of his own shirt and ripped it off over his head in a flash of movement.
“Yeah, all done!” He proclaimed, quite proudly.
Margo, as the mature and patient woman she is, took a moment to admire the young man's physique. Those burgeoning muscles and rippled abs. Just the kind of body she had been dreaming of.
“Mm, look at that Lance. You are quite muscular, aren't you? What a sexy body on a young guy like you.”
“Well I do workout, Mrs.Vanders,” he replied with a bit of confidence. Though his attention was still firmly fixated on the bosom of Margo, as he awaited seeing her shirt removed and joining him in the open air.
“It shows,” came her coy reply. Margo then gripped the bottom of her shirt, and in a slow, torturous yet arousing speed, she began to slide the material up her body. The cotton pulled along her body, moving up the toned stomach and higher still to the sizable tits.
Lance, the little horndog, watched from his shirtless position – desperately wanting to stroke himself, just as he had done countless times to thousands of porn videos. But, he knew he couldn't. Not yet anyway. And so instead, he stood there with mouth agape and hands sweating quite heavily.
And then, at last... the shirt was tugged up and over her head! Those bountiful breasts were left fully exposed, being ogled and devoured by the young man's eyes. The bra doing wonderful things to accentuate every bit of Margo's ample sensuality. There was nothing better than the sight of gorgeous MILF tits, at least not to young Lance.
“There,” she said. “Much cooler, isn't it? Oh my, but Lance! You're still sweating a bit.”
“Yeah, just a little. It's uh... kind of hot, I mean, really hot!”
“Look at those glistening abs,” Margo exclaimed, extending out her hand. “Mr. Vanders doesn't have anything like these. Not for years anyway... would you mind if I felt them?”
“What!” Lance blurted, more than somewhat shocked. “Touch my abs?”
“Mmhmm,” Margo leaned in, batting her eyes with those long lashes.
“Uh, sure, Mrs. Vanders. Yeah,” he nodded.
“Mmm,” the mature woman moaned, placing her hand on his chiseled body.
The young man jolted a bit at the sensation of her soft touch.
“Jumpy?” Margo laughed. “Don't be. I love these muscles. So solid and hard, aren't they?”
“Yeah... well, like I said, I workout.”
“And like I said, it certainly shows Lance. You're one sexy man...”
Gulp... went the handsome stud. He didn't have a clue what to do – here with the mature mom of his friend... rubbing her hands over his shirtless body, complimenting everything she touched along the way. And being a young man, Lance was still not able to fully control his southern lance... it began to grow and throb and pulsate at every second.
“Mmm, those biceps sure are rugged. And these wide shoulders... You are quite built, aren't you Lance?”
“Yes, Mrs. Vanders. Just good genetics I guess, you know, to be big.”
“Oh...” Margo giggled, thinking over the innuendo – whether intended or not from the virgin lad.
He loved watching her boobs as she pawed at his skin. The way those feminine spheres pressed into one another as her arm stretched across to feel another sturdy limb. And those few times, done quite intentionally, that those very same boobs found themselves squishing firmly against the hard body of Lance. Those jiggly mommy tits!
How hard he had to fight, struggling against the urge to grab hold of them or slam his face down between the bold lines of cleavage.
“You're just hard all over aren't you, Lance?” She smiled, letting her eyes drift southward to his nether region.
“Well... Yeah, I think so,” he mumbled, having difficulty breathing.
“All over?” Margo tilted her head, her right hand beginning to slide down his chest, lower and lower still, down across his stomach, where it paused just above his belt line. “Do you have anything harder for me, Lance?”
He gulped audibly, holding in his breath. Margo's light touch was robbing him of all his few remaining senses. The untouched fellow was enraptured, entering the throes of excitement.
“H-h-arder?” He gasped.
“Yes, Lance
,” she replied with a serious tone, looking directly into his eyes, moving her hand farther south. “Harder.”
And with that, Margo, the sexy MILF... slipped her fingers beneath the waistband of the young, awe-struck friend of her daughter. She dipped it low and purposefully, moving down his groin until her hand made first contact with the upper-side of Lance's impressive manhood.
Yet another gulp emitted from the lad. His eyes growing wider and wider.
“Mmm, it looks like you certainly do, Lance. It's MUCH harder here...” Margo moaned, biting her lip. The older woman's face was no more than half an inch from the young man's as she whispered into his ear, still extending her hand lower until those soft and supple fingers were gripping the shaft of that virgin cock.
“I do?” He asked hesitantly, no more the confident bull he had viewed himself as.
With a single touch of her hand, the mature mother had disarmed the young man entirely. He was putty in her clutches – ready, willing, and begging to do every sort of dirty thing he had fantasized about. And the way she continued to squeeze and stroke the lower portion of his girth only seemed to bolster these feelings of lust. Lance had never before felt the carnal desires of a woman visited upon his aching member – though he had imagined it countless times, this was indeed the first, and most exciting moment of his life!
“Yes, you do big boy... But, I keep forgetting I'm the host, don't I? You can't be comfortable with these pants holding in that big dick in your pants, can you? I mean... it would only be right for you to relax and get cozy, wouldn't it?”
“Well sure!” He shouted, totally aroused by the idea of stripping down nude in front of the beautiful woman with her hand wrapped around his manhood. How could he not be? The way her perky tits exploded right out of the sexy bra... how her hips splayed out wide, giving an extreme hourglass figure. Just the kind of body you'd want to be on top of you – or, bent over in front...
“I thought you might,” Margo giggled, loving every moment of this lingering seduction. The thrill of the hunt – a cougar's favorite part of the game – taking over the cub and assuming control. Teaching the young virgin all they needed to know to please a woman. But first, she had to prepare his member in the most satisfying manner imaginable.
And so, the full-figured mom named Margo reached down, unbuckled his pants, and slid them off the boy. He stared at those luscious tits all the while, nearly drooling at the mouth as the mother of his next door neighbor crouched down, only inches from his raging cock. How he would love to feel those lips sucking his thick dick. To see that MILFy mouth take his shaft inside, wetting it down along the way, pleasuring every inch of him.
Apparently, this is just what the naughty, horny mother had in mind...
Lance, wearing just a pair of boxers now, looked on as Margo slipped a hand in through the front hole and pulled his cock out the opening. It rested there, extending straight out with the material draped along either side. An impressive specimen, alright. Margo was right. His large muscles weren't the only big, hard things Lance was packing.
Such a spectacular, girthy shaft he had – the perfect length. Margo couldn't wait a second longer... She stared, fighting off the urge to ram it down her throat. But, no matter how horny she was, nor how long it had been since she last felt the satisfaction of a man in her mouth... she knew this was about seducing the young man. And so the mother battled off these desires, instead opting to torture the lad a little more.
“Mmm, looks so big and tasty, Lance...” She moaned, sliding her face along the end of it but not quite touching anything yet.
“Oh god,” he sighed. “Mrs. Vanders...”
“Yes, Lance?”
“Is, is, is...”
“No Lance. They won't be home for quite a while now. I bet you'd like to see me lick your dick, wouldn't you?”
“Fuck yes!” He screamed, breathing deeply at the outburst.
“Mm, me too... I'd love to put this big cock on my tongue. I'm sure you taste so good – oh my, what's this? Are you dripping precum for me, mister?” Margo giggled as the stream of clear liquid poured out from Lance's cock. It dripped steadily, slowly down the shaft until falling from the underside in a big, long strand of sexuality.
“Am I turning you on?” Margo asked, as if the massive erection wasn't already a clear sign.
“Yes, Mrs. Vanders! So much... oh jesus...” The young man groaned, almost falling over for the millionth time.
“That looks too good to pass up!” She moaned, lurching forward and licking the underside of his cock, sucking in all the precum.
“Mmm, so tasty...” She continued.
“Fuck me...” Lance moaned, as he felt a woman's tongue grace his cock for the first time of his life. He had breached the threshold! With Margo's tongue lapping and running along the bottom of his shaft, swirling and circling around to the tip, he was fast becoming a real man.
“More for me?” Margo winked, taking hold of his cock and squeezing it from the base to the tip, as if emptying a tube of condiments – only instead of ketchup, she was greeted with a hefty dose of precum flowing out onto her tongue. The clear liquid gushed again and again – as Margo eagerly sucked it all down, clamping her lips around the head of his cock and devouring every drop.
The neighbor boy closed his eyes for a moment, arching his back to revel in the glory of this new sexual milestone. The manner in which she groaned repeatedly only served to coax out more and more clear, tasty liquid. Each time a load would flow forth, Margo moaned, sucking harder and harder. In time she began to take more and more of his cock – stretching her lips farther around his thick, hard shaft. Lance loved every second it, but not nearly as much as Margo. She was in heaven... holding onto that virgin cock, sucking the head... inch by inch taking it all into her mouth.
It had been so long since she felt truly alive – never more than in this moment!
Margo reached up, finding one of Lance's hands, and then guided it down to her breast. The boy instinctively squeezed, quite roughly at first, but then more gently – as if her were cradling an ancient artifact of grave importance. Margo put her hand over the top of his and squeezed down hard, showing him just how she liked it. He followed suit, even bringing his other hand along to join in – fondling and groping the opposite tit in the same manner.
Sounds of wet gagging began to fill the air, as Margo shoved Lance's entire cock down her throat. She took him from base to tip and everywhere in between. Widening her mouth to allow the big pole – and it was here, right as it prodded the back of her throat, that she felt the biggest gush of precum in her life come blasting out and leak down her skin. The mature mother pulled out momentarily, focusing on the tip, giving it teasing licks and lascivious smiles as Lance looked down in awe. He couldn't believe this sexpot mother was giving herself to him!
She had made a slobbery mess of his dick, alright. Coated and dripping with spit and precum, just the way she wanted it. Her own juices had been flowing heavily for quite some time now.
“My turn, Lance,” she smiled, tearing off his boxers before raising up to her feet.
And here he saw that even her outer shorts had been dampened. So much of her own precum was draining out from that gushing slit, that horny hole, that it had formed a massive and conspicuous wet patch on the pink material. The young man looked down, wide eyed and agog, staring at the outline of her plump pussy lips. The very ones begging to be fucked and filled. He could sense that much – it was clear to see in every line and movement of Margo's body. But never more so than in her trademark sinister smile, eyeing the boy down with naughty intent.
“What?” He sputtered.
“My turn to get comfy... now, how about I take these shorts and panties off, hmm?”
“Yeah!”
“Ok, big boy. But would you do me a favor? Keep stroking that big dick of yours while you watch me... BUT, not too hard, Lancey. We don't want that gun going off early, do we?” She laughed.
“No, Mrs.
Vanders,” he shook his head rapidly, already reaching down to pleasure himself.
“Good boy,” she smiled.
Now it was time for the mother to begin the real show... Margo turned around, presenting her ass to the young horny man stroking himself behind her. She took hold of her shorts, pulling them down her toned, inviting thighs – revealing a pair of cotton panties along the way.
“Oh god...” Lance moaned, unable to look away.
Margo was bent over slightly, jutting that sumptuous derriere out to the rear in the best angle possible. How thick and full it looked, with just the right amount of plumpness and jiggle. The kind Lance wanted to ram his face into and allow his tongue to do all sorts of dirty, vile things to the mature rump. He stood lost, transfixed by the sight of her alluring body. The best he had ever seen. And made all the better as the woman it was attached to, coaxed him forward to claim it!
Putting It In Page 57