Lora felt the wetness in her silky panties as she shifted her position on the hard bleachers. She crossed her shapely legs and the squish of her thick juices smeared up to her pubic hair. Uneasily she watched her young daughter prance like the cute little filly she was.
Her own sloppy crotch disturbed her as she tried to concentrate on her daughter and not the young men around her daughter. OH, all those delicious young crotches!
Supporting her daughter's school activities was very difficult on Lora and getting worse. Today seemed especially bad! Her clit fluttered like mad in the smoldering heat of her crotch. Nervously, Lora switched her position one more time, letting some of the heavy aroma escape from between her legs as she crossed her thighs the other way.
Suddenly Lora felt very old and frumpy in her short skirt that kept hiking up on her thighs. Seeing her young daughter strut and prance back and forth in front of the judges made her feel like a typical middle-aged mother watching her young daughter.
If there was anything Lora didn't want to feel like, that was it! She squirmed in the slime of her damp crotch as she kept bringing her vision back to her very young, slender daughter, whose long flowing blonde hair seemed to entrance all the young boys watching the competition.
Oh, what Lora could do with some of those young boys if she could only get her hands on them! She let her sight fall to the tented crotches… and squirmed hotly in her bubbling juices.
Lora had to clean up her thoughts or she was going to have a heavenly orgasm in right there on the school bleachers just watching the young boys in their hip-hugging pants. My goodness! There were cords with young hard cocks in them… and Levi's… and swim shorts! Those swim shorts about drove Lora bananas.
Those boys knew very well just how vulgar… and delicious… their young cocks looked in those racing trunks. They must have worked for quite awhile to get their young pricks jutted out so they could impress all the young girls running around the school grounds. Lora never had known much about material but whatever the material was, she liked it. Those young boys looked positively vulgar and obscene in their Speedo trunks. She presumed the material was some sort of double-knit.
She made a mental note to herself to buy something made of the same material and wear it the next time she went out at night. Her breasts would really shake up the men in material like that! If she didn't wear a bra, she was sure her rigid nipples would protrude against the tight material like all the young cocks were doing!
Young girls were standing around waiting for the judges decision as to which of the youngsters would be members of the high school drill team. Lora knew her daughter would be one chosen. Her daughter was a pretty little thing with long graceful legs and jutting breasts. Her daughter would look terrific strutting along in parades, and besides her daughter seemed to have more than her share of young boys encircling her down there on the field.
Lora squirmed uncomfortably as her pussy struggled and sputtered in her tight nylon panties. Splotches of other parents were scattered on the bleachers and they seemed restless too, probably tired of waiting for the judging.
Lora was certain the other parents weren't squirming because they were horny for a cock like she was. Parents didn't act horny at school! Parents were straight and dull and patient and loving and attentive.
Lora was horny! Not your basic, typical parent!
A roar of voices rifled the air and youngsters jumped around and screamed happily as the winners were announced.
Lora had to smile as her Patty was naturally chosen.
Thank God! Now she could go home and not have to sit and look at all those young cocks thrust obscenely against the knit material! It was absolutely disgusting to waste those hard-ons on all those young, dumb girls! Damn!
Lora smiled and spread her arms as young Patty came charging up the bleachers, glowing with victory!
"Mama! I won! I won!" she yelped gleefully.
"I knew you would. You were the prettiest girl out there!"
"Hi, Mrs. Smith," came a young masculine voice from Lora's side.
"Hello, there, Bill," Lora smiled warmly.
Oh, my goodness! Oh, dear, what a cock on him! Why hadn't I noticed before? Those damned Speedo suits just let everything hang out. My goodness!
Lora's face flushed as she gazed at the young boy's bulging cock. She couldn't seem to raise her face. She was so entranced by the rude, crude way his cockhead pushed against his swim trunks! She licked her full lips wishfully.
"Your face's red, mama," Patty said.
"Too much sun, I guess. I think I'll get off these bleachers and get into the shade," Lora said.
She uncrossed her legs towards Bill and watched his eyes look up her short skirt. She smiled. She could get him!
She slid forward on the bleacher hiking her short skirt nearly up to her hips. She saw the young boy's eyes on her thighs, eyeing her shapely legs clear up to the dark line of her pantyhose.
Lora would like to show him her itching, damp pussy, but she kept her cool. She inched forward and young Bill got just below her on the bleachers and stretched his strong, young hand to assist her in getting down.
His eyes never left her thighs! He could see almost all the way up to her hair. As a matter of fact he saw a few curly strands of pubic hair through her pantyhose, but only for a flash of a second!
Lora stepped gracefully down one step of the bleachers and into his young arms.
He stepped aside to let her past, feeling her firm breasts rub across his bare chest as he moved.
Lora tingled when his sticking out cock rubbed across her pelvis as she side stepped to go down the bleachers. Her eyes met his for a knowing moment as their bodies caressed each other in one split second of heated contact.
Lora gasped slightly as she held the youth's hand and was assisted on down the bleachers to the ground.
"Thank you, Bill… very much," she cooed as she smiled warmly at the youth.
"Anytime," he grinned broadly.
Young Patty bounced down the bleachers, happily giggling and jabbering with her friends. She grabbed her mother, held her tightly and jumped up and down gleefully. Patty's exuberance spouted in all directions as she kissed her mother on the cheek and bounced up and down, jumping, shouting, laughing.
Lora's eyes stared at young Bill through it all, and his gaze never left hers.
"Why don't you ask some of your little friends over for a weiner roast tonight? I could get some soft drinks and we could have a little celebration," Lora said softly to her daughter.
"Really! Great! Hey, you guys, it's at my house for a party!" Patty hollered.
"I'll go to the store and see you at home, dear. And congratulations," Lora smiled, swatting her daughter on the firm fanny.
"Am I invited, too?" Bill asked.
Lora shifted her weight from one foot to the other, moving her firm breasts in the motion.
"Of course. What would a party be without you…"
Lora's gaze dropped to his protruding cock as she turned to leave. She could see the heavy pulsations of his rock hard cock through his Speedo suit, and she shivered slightly with delight.
She turned to go to her car and felt the burning blaze of his eyes on her rump as she swung her ass just enough to entice the young man. She smiled to herself as she opened the car door and put one shapely leg in, bent at the pelvis, and slipped inside the car. She knew her short skirt was up around her hips and she felt his eyes bum a hole in her flesh.
She shifted her ass on the seat and reached to adjust the rear vision mirror (though it didn't need it), but her jutting breasts poked forward to rub her nipples against the steering wheel.
Lora turned to look at the young boy. She ran her fingers through her short, dark hair making her breasts jut as she did so. She smiled warmly as she started the car and drove off leaving one horny young man behind.
She went through the motions of going to the store and getting the franks, chips and soda pop but her mind was on one thing… Bill's hard cock! Lora would have that young cock up her cunt tonight! Of this she was positive!
Her crotch was trickly wet as she carried the groceries into her mobile home and trudged back out to roll the bar-b-que into place on the back of the patio. She busily arranged the briquets and squirted the lighter fluid. A long stream of lighter fluid like a long stream of piss! She drew little lines in the air with the lighter fluid pretending his cock was shooting his pee wildly. She shivered with delight and then ignited the match and the whole top of the bar-b-que exploded into a blaze of high, uncontrollable flames… just like her insides. The pit of her belly could feel the heat of passion mount and flame as she thought of his hard, young cock sticking obscenely through his Speedo swim suit.
In her memory, she relived and saw every lewd movement Bill made. She saw his distended, pulsating cock thrust forward to push his beating cockhead eagerly in her direction. He was a nasty, vile little boy to tantalize and torment her like he did and he would pay for it dearly.
She licked her full lips hungrily and smiled wickedly.
The flames dropped and the coals would soon turn a dull gray and be ready for the roasting. She scurried into her mobile home, dumped gobs of chips and dips into bowls, and laid out rows of frankfurters; the thick kind that looked almost like a row of young dicks.
She chuckled to herself. She was most likely mad with her intentions. Everything reminded her of fucking. Hot dogs were cocks. Mayonnaise was the thick cum cream. Catsup was blood even though she did not have her period, she would gladly fuck if she did. And the buns. What was a good hot dog if not shoved into buns?
Lora smiled and felt her body twinge with excitement as the cars started to arrive and park, dumping their loads of wild, giggling youngsters.
She hadn't gotten to the actual seduction of Bill, but she knew the proper time and place would make itself known to both of them that night.
There was a trail of kids like ants taking things outside and placing them on the picnic table under the awning. Some of them lit the hurricane lamps strewn around on the patio, mingled with the many monstrous potted and hanging plants.
Lora was quite pleased with the atmosphere. She liked atmosphere. The only thing missing was soft, romantic music. Instead, hard rock blasted from the stereo as the lights on the speakers flickered from reds to yellows to oranges.
Lora relaxed on the thickly cushioned lounge and let all the ants do the work. She smiled as she gazed with pride at her beautiful young daughter. Lora was doubly blessed with this lovely, golden-haired child. Not only was she so sweet, innocent and strikingly beautiful for her tender years, but all the young men seemed to swarm around her like bees to honey.
Some of those bees were going to lose their stingers to dear old mom! Dear, sweet, horny mom was going to beat the bees at their own game.
The bees might think they were going to fly from flower to flower and pluck the sweetness, but Lora was like a stocky flower who had every intention of taking each and every stinger before it could touch her own lovely, precious flower, her daughter. Lora was going to fuck every one of the young men… not all at once.
She was a patient woman. She could spend her entire summer fucking one young man and then another. But she would get them all!
How positively wicked and delicious. Thoughts like seducing young boys never would have entered her mind a few months ago, but then a few months ago she did not have this terribly horny condition. The condition itself was not terrible… the lack of cocks to satisfy her horniness was what had become so disastrous.
She could see as she lounged her problem was solved. She was so proud of her lovely, blonde daughter and so happy the dear child had so many young men hovering around her. This was developing into a lovely situation.
For so many years her daughter had been a gangly kid. Now at fourteen her legs had shape to them and her young breasts were budding like rose-tipped luscious mounds of flesh… and she was appreciated by the young men and the young men were appreciated by mama!
Besides, Patty was too young to fuck. She was delicious bait… but for the actual kill, mama would do the fucking. Wonderful situation!
Lora lay on the lounge watching all the young bodies swarm around in the soft, dim light of the candles. Kids were in and out of the plants and all gobbling down hot dogs, giggling laughing and bumping slender young hips to the "bump" music as it blared from the stereo. Lora had her arms in back of her head with her titties thrust fully forward and upward while one knee was raised slightly. Her tight miniskirt hugged full, rounded hips as she lounged happily on the cushions. She felt a droplet of liquid ooze from her pussy as she watched the kids having all their fun… dancing… eating… laughing.
"I fixed you a plate of food," Bill said as he stood over her.
"How lovely of you," she singed up at the dark youth.
She slid her round ass over on the lounge to make room for Bill. As he sat down beside her, she felt the blaze of heat radiate from his hip to hers and she almost dropped her plate in excitement.
"Nice party," Bill said dumbly.
"I thought the young people would enjoy something different," she smiled.
Lora picked up her lone hot dog which had fallen out of the bun when she almost dropped her plate.
"Thank you for going to all the bother of fixing my plate, but since the hot dog is already out of the bun, I think I'll eat it bare. My hips don't need any more fat."
"Your hips aren't fat," Bill protested, looking at her shapely contours and flat belly.
Lora already had the naked hot dog in her fingers and was licking the end of it.
"What did you have on this? Tastes so good…"
"Just the usual junk," he said.
Lora watched Bill's eyes as he was entranced by the way she licked the tip of the hot dog. She glowed with warm wickedness at his entrancement. She would make the most of this!
Her own gaze fell to his crotch. The poor dear had a bulging hard-on! She bet his young balls ached too. She would eat her hot dog and let his mind do the actual, head-fucking!
"Hmmmmmm," she cooed.
Her tongue tipped the frankfurter back and forth again and again. She licked down the side of the thick hot meat and whipped the succulent juices into her mouth. Carefully and slowly she slipped her tongue back up the other side of the fat meat, savoring each droplet of oozing juice. She licked her lips leaving them sparkling in the dim light. The greasy juices tantalized the youth. Her full, greasy lips appeared to glisten in the candle light.
He pressed his knuckles into his crotch under his own plate and felt his hard cock throb painfully. He could not take his eyes off her mouth as she nibbled on the tip of the fat meat. He could almost feel her teeth nipping his own cockhead.
He pushed his hand firmly on his pulsating cock and groaned painfully.
"Aren't you going to eat?" she asked, smiling.
"Ah… ah… yeah…" he stammered.
"This is such delicious meat. You know there are frankfurters and then there are skinny, shrimpy ones. I frankly adore the big, fat kind. They sort of satisfy my mouth."
Lora slipped the end of the frankfurter into her mouth and pulled it back out.
"You know what the little end of a frankfurter reminds me or the part that looks tied off from the rest of the frank… Sort of like a nipple… you know? Actually, the frankfurter would be deformed without it, I guess. But ever since I was a child I always bit the nipple off the end of the thick frankfurter before I bit into the tasty meat. Don't you agree… about the nipple, I mean?" she asked nonchalantly, flicking the end of the meat.
"Yeah… I guess… so. I mean… I never really… thought of it that way."
Bill flushed in the darkness. At school he was brazen and bold, but here with an adult woman… alone… he was a stumbling idiot. And he had intended to be such a stud.
She wasn't really doing anything but he felt like his young prick was going to splash cum all over his plate he didn't move or talk or do something. But he couldn't! He wanted to see her eat the hot dog and groan to himself. He could almost feel her hot breath scorching up and down his own hard, beating cock as she licked and nibbled up and down on the hot dog.
Lora stuck the frankfurter into her mouth… sliding it in inch by inch. She had almost the whole fat, thick frankfurter in her mouth when she noticed his excruciating agony. She smiled to herself wickedly and pulled the slippery frank back out of her mouth.
"Feel the end of my hot dog," she commanded.
Feebly Bill touched where her saliva ran hot and thick on her frank.
"Now feel my nipple," she said, taking his hand and pressing it to her full, heaving breast.
"Now, isn't that about the same feeling?" she asked flatly.
"Oooooohhhhhhhhh, noooooo," the kid moaned.
"Then I don't suppose you'd think eating a hot dog like I do could be a sexual experience either," she said nonchalantly.
"You don't wear a bra," Bill said in awe.
"Yes, I do, honey. It's just that the tips of the cups are cut out so my nipples have the freedom they want and need… and so that little boys can feel them whenever they want…"
"I'm not a little boy!" he protested vigorously.
"I know," she smiled, eyeing his crotch.
Bill shifted his plate and finally set the dumb thing down so she could not see his shaking hands.
The noise in the background seemed far away as the two sat on the couch.
"Have you ever fucked?" she asked brazenly.
She shoved the hot dog into her mouth and wallowed it around in her spit as, she waited for an answer.
"Sure! Sure I have. Only not really…"
His hands pushed at his crotch as he talked to her and watched her mouth the fat frankfurter.
The palm of his hand felt the violent beats of his young, eager cock as he tried to push the bulge down between his thighs.
"You'll only hurt yourself, darling. Let your cock pound. Now, you said you had fucked and yet you hadn't. How in the world did you manage that?"
She nipped on the tip of the frankfurter.
"I was headed into her snatch with my cock and I had a cum before I could get it in…" he muttered.
"Oh, what a shame. That really is tragic."
Lora slipped her frank in and out of her mouth lathering it with her slippery spit.
Bill watched the slippery, fat meat slide in and out of her mouth in sheer agony.
"Am I upsetting you? If I am, I'll certainly stop. I never really cared that much for frankfurters. I prefer the real thing in my mouth. A cock. Now that is an experience you should have. Can you imagine how warm and tight a sucking mouth would be around that beating cock of yours? It's a fantastic experience. Of course I don't have a cock, but I do know from the reactions of other MEN that they do like cocksucking. I suck cocks better than I eat hot dogs," she said and laughed.
She shifted her position on the lounge so that one of her knees was bent upwards as she lay on her side. Her skirt hiked up to her thigh tops and barely covered her snatch. She laughed and patted the youngster's thigh.
Bill was a trembling mass of burning flesh. First his eyes tried to see up under her short skirt, which was meanly in the way. Then he was so embarrassed he lifted his gaze and seemed to get hung up on looking at her breasts which clearly showed her rigid nipples poking against the flimsy lace blouse.
"How come I didn't see… before?" he asked, nodding at her rosebuds.
"Because the tips of the bra can be removed or replaced. I just sort of thought you'd like to see my nipples… and touch them… or suck them."
"Shit!" he groaned.
Lora rippled with excitement as she realized the youngster was teased and tormented to pulsating agony. She watched his eyes lower to the hemline of her skirt.
"If you slip your hand up under my skirt…" she urged.
"I can't," he said, looking over his shoulders to see who might be watching.
"They're all too busy to bother with us. Besides, if it'll make you feel any better, I'll just put my plate in my lap and nobody'll see where your hand is," she cooed. "You do want to feel, don't you?"
"I can't…" he whispered.
"Sure you can," she said.
She placed her hand warmly over his and put it on her rounded thigh.
"Hey, your cock's really beating," she whispered as she leaned forward and brushed her rigid nipples on his chest.
She kept her hand over his as she worked it slowly up her thigh. His sweaty hand burned through her flesh-colored nylons as she urged his hand closer and closer to her oozing snatch.
Teasing this young boy was driving her wild with lust for his thumping cock! The foreplay was fun and made her slit squishy and soft while her heart pumped wildly. No matter how difficult it was for her to maintain her cool, she was going to because she was going to fuck this kid tonight!
"See, baby, your hand's right at my hemline. Just a few more inches and you'll feel heaven"
She felt resistance in his hand but, she soon soothed his quivering nervousness.
"Just inches, honey. Slide your hand up. Go ahead! Nobody's watching! I've got my plate so nobody can see. Slide your hand up!"
Before he could move his fingers, she placed her hand under the paper plate and held his young hand in her oozing snatch.
He shook as he looked over his shoulders, afraid he would be caught with his fingers in Lora's twat.
She watched the nervous youngster as he told her he didn't mean to rip her stockings and he shook while he glanced nervously over his shoulders.
Lora was suffering painfully with a burning, blazing urge to throw her leg over his crotch and ride his cock! God, how she wanted his cock!
"You didn't rip them. They're made with an open crotch so I can piss without taking them off. God, your fingers feel good! Right on my clit! I like your hand in my snatch and against my clit. Do you like it?"
She flicked her nipple and pulled the rigid, rubbery rosebud through the lace so he could plainly see.
"I dare you to touch my nipple with your tongue," she teased.
"Oh, God! I'm gonnnnnnaaaaaacummmmmmmmm!" Bill shuddered.
"I dare you… I dare you… I dare you…" she tormented.
She saw his dark eyes gaze longingly at her nipple. When he leaned over her body to flick her nipple with his hot tongue she plunged her hand into his crotch and grabbed onto his rigid, pulsating cock and felt the fierce, strong beats!
"Jesus Christ!" he whispered sitting up like he'd been shot.
"Relax. Feel around my snatch for a while. Feels so good," she purred.
"I can't! I'm gonnnnnnaaaaaacummmmmmmmm! Right here!" he gasped.
"Your finger's not even all the way in my hole. Push your finger up my snatch! Feel my vaginal muscles clamp around your finger? Good, huh? Wish your poking finger was that throbber you have in your pants! Wow. Hey, that feels good to have your hand sliding around in my slit and pushing ringers up my twat. Hmmmmmm! And my clit's doin' flaps!"
Bill moaned softly as he caressed into her slippery twat and felt the silky smoothness of her tight, clutching cunt. A couple of his fingers slipped in the squashiness to her asshole.
"Hhmmmmm, I like that!" she whispered.
"Oh, my God," he sighed.
She was beautiful to his touch!
He groaned in torment.
Lora felt the same wonderful, beautiful feelings of desire surge through her body plus a lot of wild, wicked, vile, lusty cravins the kid didn't even know about! Her belly contracted as his fingers dug in her sopped twat! Her rigid nipples tingled with desire for more of his young, mouth! Her snatch clasped and spasmed in smoldering lust!
She knew he would cum in his pants but he could probably hold a hard-on better the second time around which thrilled her. She flexed and released her vaginal mouth around his young, strong fingers…
She smelled his cum!
The reeking, strong odor of his young orgasmic juices drifted to her flared nostrils! Her hand felt his pulsating, jerking cock go wild with excitem ent! The crotch of ms steaming pants was dant with the shooting of his young sperm!
"Oooooohhhhhh! Eeeeeeiiiiiiaaaaaa!" he whimpered.
The youngster doubled over in excruciating ecstasy as his cock shot full force into his pants.
"Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh…" he moaned, shaking slightly.
Lora was surprised at the control the kid had. He didn't shake all over the place like a chicken with its head just chopped off. He did bend to a ball and quiver as his cum drenched his pants and his moans were not audible beyond her ears.
She felt his fingers dig and claw in her dripping, dribbling snatch as his body contracted and jolted by his own cum shooting against the fly of his pants. She loved his exuberance as his fingers worked her spasming hole wildly and his orgasm continued to blast into his pants.
Her fluttering clit danced with excitement as her juices drained down her tight, silky, swollen cunt and flooded her slippery slit.
The more she watched his slight jerking as he was bent over breathing heavily against her thighs, the more she tingled with electrifying excitement. The reeking smell of Purex filled her flared nostrils as she felt his strong cock go limp in her hand. The front of his pants was all drenched from what had been a tall, strong cock shooting all the way down to the nub.
Her eager match spasmed hotly around his gouging ringers and her clit fluttered madly. The tingles of happy excitement surged and mounted through her body.
The back of Bill's hand kept rubbing across her exhilarated clit urging her to a higher and more excited state of passion. She watched her young friend double over in exotic pleasure and she felt his cock go limp in her hand. She let her emotions go loose and sputter her lather of hot, torrid juices as she shot her wad of thick cream into his digging, groping hands.
She felt his young body shiver at the feel of her gurgling, bubbling cum juice.
"Hmmmmmmmmmmmm," she moaned.
Her rounded hips pressed tightly against the youth's hips as she shot her heavy cum into his hand. The pressure of her pussy against his hips felt almost as good as if she had her pussy smashed against his young pelvic I bone.
"Ohhhhhh, God, what a cum!Hmmmmmmmmm," she moaned.
Bill managed to struggle upward and look with smoldering, glazed eyes into hers.
"We have to do something about this…" he whispered.
"Yes, you just come with me…"