Incest/Taboo Mrs. Kent

Mrs. Kent

Cindy Kent was home alone with her two teenagers, Eric and Evie, as was usually the case. Her husband, Ron, worked from 2:00 PM until midnight and often didn't get home until 1:00 AM. The kids rarely saw their dad except on weekends. Cindy was always asleep when he got home and he was usually asleep when she awakened every morning.

Cindy was a homemaker, but did odd jobs, here and there, to bring in extra money. She had trained as a bookkeeper, so did the books for a few small business. During tax season, she helped a number of people submit their tax forms. For these things she was paid a nominal fee, but it added up -- and she wasn't tied down to a daily job. A few years previously she had taught piano lessons, but had been too busy to take on any clients in a couple of years. She still played, and had taught both Eric and Evie to play, though neither of them practiced enough.

Cindy was very proud of her two teenagers. Eric, who had recently turned 19, and had recently started college. His dad had bought him an old, beat-up, Volkswagen to drive to school, which was but a few miles away. He was tall and slender, 6-3, 180 pounds, with dark brown hair and brown eyes. Cindy thought he was the most handsome boy she had ever seen.

Evie was almost exactly one year younger than Eric. She had just turned 18, and was still in high school. She, like her mother, was a real beauty. She had inherited her blonde hair (although it was much lighter than Cindy's) and blue eyes from her mom. Cindy sometimes looked back at her pictures when she was a girl and was amazed at how much they looked alike. The same long legs, the same smile, the same silly grin, and even similarly sized breasts -- Cindy was a B-cup as a teenager and, except when she was pregnant, still was until this day.

Evie was a senior and was on the varsity cheerleading squad. She knew she had the looks, but cheerleading required a lot of practice and athletic ability, as well. Cindy was thankful that she had the free time to take her to school and to all her various activities.

Cindy had folded some towels and, since neither of the kids was downstairs, was about to take some up to their bathroom. Eric and Evie had bedrooms upstairs, joined by a "Jack and Jill" bathroom. Cindy sometimes, fleetingly, wondered if that was such a great idea since they were now teenagers, their hormones were raging, and the possibility that they would see each other in various stages of undress was highly probable.

As she reached the top of the stairs, she noticed that Evie's door was closed, which indicated that she wanted her privacy. She saw that Eric's door was open, so she entered his room. Just as she was about to call out, she caught herself. The bathroom door was open. Her curiosity was piqued, for no good reason, so she walked quietly and peeped around the door. What she saw took her breath away, causing her to nearly drop the towels.

Eric was standing, clad only in a tee shirt, with his boxers around his ankles. His penis was in his hand, and worse, he was peeping into his sister's room while stroking himself.

Cindy felt faint. This was awful! This had to be stopped; he could not be allowed to spy on his sister! This was sinful -- it was incest! She had to stop it! She and Ron would have to have a long talk with him. He certainly could not be allowed to sleep upstairs any longer -- not this near to his lovely, ripe, sister -- and certainly he could no longer share a bathroom with her!

Just as she was trying to figure out how to handle this situation, her eyes involuntarily fell to his penis. Oh my! He looked quite large. In fact, he looked even bigger than his father, which was larger than average! Cindy took a step back, now fearful that he might see her and stop what he was doing. And yes, she now knew, she wanted him to continue what he was doing. No, she didn't like it one bit that he was spying on his sister. That was horrid. But that beautiful young cock just looked delicious. She just wanted to see it -- out of curiosity, of course.

Cindy loved sex, but after a couple of years of marriage, Ron lost all interest. They still had sex, occasionally, but it was usually after Ron had watched an R-rated movie or someone had flirted with him at a party. When he fucked her, she knew that he wasn't thinking about her. She had reached the point that she just didn't care.

She particularly enjoyed oral sex -- especially sucking cock. Before her marriage, she had become quite skilled, convincing her dates to let her do that instead of going all the way -- she wanted to be save herself for marriage. She was so confident in her abilities that she was sure she could keep her new husband satisfied for decades. To her great surprise, and disappointment, however, Ron had told her that she acted like a whore when she went down on him. In fact, he had said several hurtful things to her down through the years whenever she indicated that she really wanted, or needed sex.

Now, as she stood watching her handsome son stroking himself, she felt her nipples throbbing and tingling between her legs. Her mouth watered as she imagined kneeling before her own son and taking that beautiful, young, man-sized, cock into her mouth and showing off her skills. Suddenly, she saw him close his eyes and a massive spurt of his ejaculate jettisoned onto the bathroom floor. As amazing as this was, he continued to stroke and wad after giant wad of his cum shot several feet from his body, landing on the linoleum floor.

Cindy stepped back, almost faint with lust. She could feel her juices flowing down her thighs inside her loose-legged shorts. She hurriedly went downstairs, still holding the towels, and laid them on the couch before quickly going into her room and locking the door.

She sat on the bed, trying to get her breath. She knew that what she had witnessed was sinful and she was well aware that her lustful thoughts for her own son were sinful, as well. She did admire how handsome her son was, and had noticed how well built he was, and what a nice body he had, but had she ever had a single, stray, naughty thought about him? No! She was quite sure that she had not. She had to put this out of her mind right now! She would masturbate. Oh yes, she needed that so bad! And she would think about what she just saw, but she would pretend, in her mind, that it was someone else. Yes, that was perfect!

She stood up and looked at herself in the mirror. She smiled. Yes, at 40 years old, she was still a good-looking woman. She was thankful for her natural good looks, but she had always taken care of her body and exercised regularly. She had shiny, blonde hair and blue eyes. Her skin was flawless and showed almost no sign of age. She still looked young and, even though she didn't feel conceited, she knew she was quite a beautiful woman. She unbuttoned her blouse and discarded her bra. Her breasts still looked good. They hardly sagged, although close inspection revealed that she was, indeed, a mother. Her nipples were still perky and her breasts were B-cups. They hadn't gotten fat and saggy like so many women her age. She pulled her shorts and panties off and smiled at her reflection. Her pussy was well trimmed, but not bald. Her husband told her that only sluts shaved their "vaginas". She rolled her eyes at the memory. She could see how swollen her clit was and could see the moisture when she reached and parted her labia. Her tummy was still relatively flat. She had no excess fat anywhere on her body. She was a bit narcissistic about her body and sometimes it turned her on to see how sexy she still was. Oh this was going to be good!

She went to the closet and brought out her sewing kit. She opened the secret compartment, where she hid her "toys". She brought out a vibrating dildo, that looked to be the same size and shape of her husband's penis (but maybe not as long as her son's, she suddenly realized, with a jolt of excitement) -- about 8 inches, and fairly thick.

She lay on the bed and began gently rubbing her pussy, stroking the labia and gently touching the clit. She took the fake dick and began sucking on the head. It was shaped exactly like a penis. She loved it with her mouth and eagerly accepted several inches. She moaned, remembering the illicit scene she had just seen upstairs. She pushed, forcing the head into her throat. She was too turned on to have a gag reflex. She fingered her clit, then reached down and eased two fingers into her copiously flowing pussy.

She brought the plastic cock out of her mouth and whispered, "I love it! Cum in my mouth!" She sucked it back in and wished with all her might that it was a real cock. She took the dildo and wallowed it in her opening and, opening her long legs as wide as possible, slowly penetrated herself with the 8-inch plastic cock.

"Oh yessss! Oh it's so good, Eric... Ron," she whispered, then lay gasping, realizing that she had inadvertently used her son's name. It was just a mistake, though. She was sure of that. She wouldn't make that mistake again. She began working the dildo in and out, faster and faster, as she alternately played with her breasts and stroked her clit.

Cindy was on the verge of climax. She arched herself upward and she frantically shoved the plastic cock in and out of her sopping wet pussy. "Oh, I'm cumming! Oh Eric, cum in your Mommy!" she gasped as her orgasm gripped her. Her pleasure came in waves and seemed to go on forever. She had not had such a deeply satisfying orgasm in years -- but then guilt gripped her as she floated back down to reality.

Over the next few weeks, although Cindy was beating herself up over her forbidden thoughts, she looked for opportunities to, once again, watch her son. She thought maybe that he might leave his door cracked, assuming that nobody was around, and that she might witness him masturbating. The very thought turned her on. She also watched carefully to see if she saw any indications that he was spying on his sister, or even if they were treating each other differently. She assumed, but didn't know for sure, that Evie was not aware of Eric spying on her. Cindy certainly hoped, with all her heart, that Evie was not a willing participant. She saw nothing that made her suspicious and she was relieved.

Eric asked if a couple of his friends from high school could spend the night one weekend. He didn't get to see them very often, anymore. Evie said that, if that happened, she would just go over and spend the night with a friend and, if they would change the sheets afterward, one of them could sleep in her bed. Cindy said it was fine with her, so it was settled.

Eric's two friends were Bobby and Ted. They were both tall and slender, like Eric. Cindy noticed immediately that they were both very handsome and clean cut. She was delighted that they were also extremely polite and complimented the meal that she prepared for them.

Both boys were quite good-looking. Ted was the more polite of the two, she thought, and she naturally paid more attention to him, noticing that he was particularly handsome. He was around 6-4 and, she guessed, 190 pounds. His hair was dark black and his eyes were very dark, as well. Although she thought Eric was as handsome as any boy his age, she had to admit that Ted was right up there with him. So was Bobby! In fact, she thought, he might even be more handsome than the other two -- but his aloofness was a bit of a downer.

She noticed that Ted was particularly sweet and even helped her dry the dishes while the other boys were watching TV. He reached over her to place a glass in the cabinet and his hand grazed her bottom. Even though an electric thrill ran through her body at the incidental touch of this handsome boy, she was positive that it was by accident. Still, it was pleasant, and she knew that later she would masturbate while thinking of some fantasy with him. No harm in that.

After helping her with the dishes, Ted asked if he could play their piano. "I'm no good, but I took some lessons years ago," he said.

He sat at the piano and picked out a few elementary pieces. Cindy sat down next to him on the piano stool and gave him some pointers. She noticed how he continually glanced at her face and her breasts.

"Miss Cindy, you're so pretty," he whispered.

She felt herself blush, but it was so nice for someone to tell her that she was attractive. She was starved for that kind of attention. She felt slightly aroused.

That night, after the boys were in bed and she no longer heard them talking, she very carefully climbed the stairs. She peered into Eric's room, where he and Bobby were sleeping. They appeared to be sound asleep and were both covered up. She stealthily went to Evie's room, where Ted was sleeping. He too seemed to be sound asleep but, to her great satisfaction, he was sleeping on top of the sheet. He was dressed in only tight, white briefs. She could see his "package" and wondered if he was as well-endowed as her own son.

After a couple of minutes, she quietly went downstairs and to her bed. She dressed in sexy lingerie, stood before the mirror and played with herself awhile, and then lay on the bed and used one of her toys to satisfy herself.

The next morning, Saturday, Eric and Bobby announced that they were going to the mall to play video games and hang out. Ted protested, saying that he had understood that they would stay there and watch the football game on TV. They almost got into an argument, until Cindy intervened.

"Boys, there's no need to argue about this. If you want to go to the mall, go to the mall. Ted can stay here and watch TV. I'll even make you some brownies, Ted. How does that sound?"

"That sounds like a winner to me, Miss Cindy," he smiled. All of Eric's friends called her Miss Cindy. She supposed that Mrs. Cindy just didn't sound right -- and Mrs. Kent was just too formal.

"You sure you want to hang out with my old mom?" Eric laughed, putting his arms around Cindy and kissing her cheek. "She might smell like an old lady, so my apologies."

"You boys go on out of here!" she laughed. "Ted and I have football to watch." She was interested in football, but she rarely took the time to actually sit down and watch a game.

She poured Ted a soft drink and fixed him a bowl of potato chips. He gratefully accepted them and lay down on the couch to watch the game. She sat for a few minutes, in her chair, near him, then went to her room to make up her bed and clean her bathroom. The only access to that bathroom was through her bedroom.

She spent almost an hour with her tasks, then went out to check on Ted. He wasn't on the couch, so she assumed he must be upstairs using the bathroom. She busied herself in the kitchen for a few minutes, but he didn't come down, so she decided she would go up and check on him. Perhaps he was sick. Upon reaching the upstairs landing, she heard the shower running. For a second she considered seeing if she could spy on him, but chastised herself and went downstairs.

She had felt sluggish all day and decided that she needed a shower to pep her up. She closed the door to her bedroom, but the lock was, long ago, broken. After all, Ted was far too polite to invade her privacy. Besides that, it was just the tiniest bit exciting to know that he could just walk in on her.

She also closed her bathroom door, but never bothered to lock it. She took her shower, dried off, and wrapped her oversized towel around her before opening the door to go into her bedroom.

She stood in front of the mirror and, smiling, dropped her towel -- as always enjoying the view of her trim, sexy body. She knew that within a few years that she would start showing her age -- but not yet! She grabbed her black bikini panties and put them on, then picked up her bra. Just as she did, the door opened and Ted was standing there staring at her, a look of terror and fascination on his young face.

"Shit! Oh, Miss Cindy... shit! I was gonna tell you that there's no more toilet paper... shit! I'm sorry. I...knocked, while ago. Shit, Miss Cindy!" he stammered.

Cindy reflexively covered her breasts with her arms. She assumed that Ted would immediately turn around and leave, but he just stood there, gazing at her. "Ted! Get out of my bedroom!" she chided him.

Ted didn't move. It was as if he was frozen in place. She could see his eyes roving up and down her body. She had her breasts covered and she had her panties on (thank goodness!), but he stared at her legs and the parts of her upper body that were exposed.

"Miss...Miss Cindy...you're beautiful!" he gasped.

How touching, she thought. "Ted, that's so sweet of you, Honey, but you don't need to be in here right now. Okay?"

"Please?"

"Please what, Ted?" she asked, completely baffled by his reaction and growing more uncomfortable by the second. "Go on out, so I can get dressed. Then I'll make those brownies."

"Let me see?"

"Ted! I'm your best friend's mother!" She attempted to sound angry, but the truth was that she was sorely tempted to allow this young, beautiful boy to see her body. She knew that he would never forget it and would probably masturbate thinking about her for years. If she could only be sure that he would never tell anyone.

"I prom...promise, Miss Cindy. I will never tell anyone. I swear! I've never seen a real woman naked," he gasped.

Cindy could see that he was trembling. She knew that another firm "No!" would end this. There would be nothing to tell. It was an embarrassing moment that was nobody's fault.

She moved her arms, allowing him to gaze on her naked breasts and upper body. She suddenly realized that she was becoming very turned on. She was just narcissistic enough to know the effect that her body would have on a boy -- or probably most men, no matter their age. She knew that boys got a rigid erection from almost anything. She suspected that Ted, despite being extremely nervous, was already hard as a rock. She longed to see how much she was turning him on.

"Miss Cindy...you...you...you're the most beautiful woman I ever saw! You look...look like a...a center...centerfold!" he stammered.

Cindy laughed, despite herself. "Now, Ted. I've never looked like a centerfold! Now, turn around and go out and close the door behind you. And remember, you promised never to tell anyone, right?"

"I...I won't, Miss Cindy. I swear...but...but...but...can I see the rest?"

"Ted! You know I can't..." she began, but then noticed that he was clasping his hands together, as if he were praying to her.

"Miss Cindy... please? I know it's not right, but I've been...thinking about how pretty you are ever since the first time I ever saw you..."

Cindy realized that Ted's family had moved to town some two years previously. "Ted, are you saying that you have a crush on me?" she asked incredulously.

She was quite enjoying being almost naked and feeling his eyes worship her body. She admitted to herself that she would like to prolong this for a few more minutes. She was becoming extremely turned on by displaying her body to this horny nineteen year-old boy.

"Yes...yes...I think about you all the time!" he whispered. "I never thought I would see you like this, but I've imagined it!" She noted that he wasn't stammering nearly as much. He was less nervous; more confident.

"That is the sweetest thing I ever heard," she said, stepping forward, and gathering him into her arms. Oh he felt so good -- so masculine, so strong! "What have you imagined, Honey?" she whispered into his ear, unable to bear the thought of breaking the embrace.

Suddenly he kissed her lips, then put a hand into her hair and pulled her to him. She kissed him back, unable to resist him. She knew that nothing she had ever done was this sinful, but at that moment, she just didn't care. She kissed him back and snaked her tongue into his mouth. It was evident that this was a new thing to him, but he accepted her tongue, suckled it, and endeavored to force his tongue into her mouth. She opened her mouth wide, loving the feeling of a man's tongue in her mouth for the first time in many years. She moaned as she began sucking the boy's tongue. They moved together, still embracing, and fell to the bed.

Crazed with lust, she moved on top of him, straddling him, breaking the kiss and staring down at him. She slid to the floor and began unbuttoning his jeans, then unzipping them, and tugging at them as he removed his shirt. He then pushed his jeans and underwear down. His rock-hard cock sprang into view.

Cindy gasped. It wasn't quite as large as her husband's (or son's), but she estimated that it was a solid, and surprisingly thick, 7 inches. Oh it was beautiful!

She grasped it and stroked it gently. She knew that he was so aroused that he would cum if she got too carried away. She fully intended for him to do so, but not so quickly. She leaned forward and kissed it softly.

"Ted, it's beautiful. I love how it looks!" she smiled. "Now, before I blow your mind, who are you gonna tell about this?"

"No...no...nobody! I swear. My whole life. Nobody!" he gasped.

"You ever had a blowjob, Honey?" she whispered, sensuously.

"No! I only ever kissed a few girls! Nothing else," he said, as if he were embarrassed by his lack of experience.

"You want one?" she teased as her fingers glided up and down his shaft. He was leaking precum and it was wetting her fingers. She put her wet fingers in her mouth and sucked them. "Oh baby, you're delicious!" she moaned.

At that she leaned forward and took his stiff shaft all the way to the root. Her nose pressed into his pubic hair. Cindy fleetingly thought that she had never been his insanely turned on in her entire life. Even watching her beloved Eric beat off was not as arousing as actually giving a blowjob this college-aged boy!

"Oh Miss Cindy, I'm...I'm...," he moaned.

Cindy knew that his orgasm was imminent, so she quickly backed off and rocked back on her heels. She stroked him once and was amazed at the stream of cum that ejaculated toward the ceiling, seemingly 4 or 5 feet, then fell with a splat on Ted's chest. Cindy took the tip into her mouth and gently stroked him as he unloaded blast after delicious blast of his scalding boy-seed into her cum-hungry mouth. She felt her pussy grip in a mini-orgasm as she swallowed the last of his warm cum. She lay her head on his thigh and gently licked at his nuts as his breathing gradually slowed.

She crawled up onto the bed and lay on her side, facing him. "You know this can't ever happen again, don't you Ted?" she gasped.

He nodded and she thought for a moment he might cry. He swallowed and said, "I never dreamed anything could feel that good."

"I'm glad you liked it, but it was so wrong. If you ever tell anyone..."

"I swear I won't! Miss Cindy, I never break a promise. I know that you could get in trouble, but it would be...be embarrassing for me, too. I would...would be known as the boy that did stuff with his friend's mom!" he stammered.

"Get dressed," Cindy giggled, as she got up, grabbed her clothes and went into her bathroom.

Over the next two weeks, Cindy had severe bouts of guilt. She couldn't believe that she had allowed herself to get into such a situation. What if someone found out?

There were times, however, when she thought back on what she and Ted had done and was intensely aroused. She masturbated innumerable times, imagining how it had felt to take the boy's stiff cock into her mouth and how sweet his young cum had tasted as she swallowed it. And how much there was of it!

The truth was, that although she was wracked with guilt, sex was never far from her mind. Everything reminded her of sex -- specifically sex with a young man. If she saw her son Eric in his boxers or with his shirt off, she felt a jolt of lust -- not necessarily for him. He was just representative of all the young, virile studs that she often saw. She imagined that almost every one of them would have done what Ted did if given the chance. She was still an attractive woman and boys were perpetually horny. Still, she convinced herself that nothing like that could ever happen again. Yes, she would fantasize about it, but that was it. Nothing else.

One day, when Cindy picked Evie up from cheerleading practice, Evie blurted, "Guess what, Mom, I have a date!"

Ron had not wanted Evie to start dating until she was at least 17, but when that time came, Evie never brought it up. Cindy has asked her several times about it, but she just told her that there wasn't anyone she was interested in.

"Fantastic! I'm so excited for you!"

"Relax, Mom. It's just a school dance and it's chaperoned," Evie said.

"Who is this person? Do we know him?" Cindy asked, excitedly.

"Eric's friend, Ted! You know Ted! Right? He's nice, isn't he?"

Cindy felt faint. She thought she might have to pull over, but swallowed, gritted her teeth and managed, "Oh, yes. He is very nice..."

"He'll just pick me up, drive to the dance and we will come straight back home. No parking; no nothing. I promise," Evie babbled in one gasp.

Cindy glanced over at her beautiful daughter. Did Ted pick her because she looked like her mother? What if he told her what they had done? She couldn't think of a way to say 'no' that would be logical, however.

"Well, Evie, I'm sure you'll have a good time. We'll run it by your dad, though. You know how he is."

"Okay, Mom. You're the best!" Evie exclaimed.

Friday night, the night of the dance came, all too quickly. Eric had a date for the dance, himself, and had already left. Evie was upstairs showering. It was 5:30 and Ted was supposed to pick her up between 6:00 and 6:30.

Cindy was wearing her terrycloth robe, having recently taken a shower. Her hair was still damp. She was tidying and finishing a few dishes in the kitchen when she heard a knock at the door. It was Ted.

"Hi, Miss Cindy... That sounds funny, doesn't it? Hi...Cindy? I know I....I'm early, but I wanted to talk to you."

"Oh, well...okay...Evie is still upstairs getting ready. It may be awhile." She told him that she had washed some dishes and was drying them and that he could join her in the kitchen. He followed her into the kitchen and sat at the table, making small talk about college.

Cindy was a bit nervous to even be around him. Were they just going to pretend that nothing had happened between them? She hoped that would be the case. The less that was ever said about it, the better.

She was glad to have the excuse to turn away from him so she wouldn't have to gaze into his handsome face and look at his trim body. He was all dressed up for the dance and looked good enough to eat. Turned toward the sink, she began rinsing and drying the remaining dishes.

Suddenly she became aware that Ted was standing directly behind her. Then he kissed her on the neck and his hands were on her ass. She gasped and turned around. "No, Baby...no, Ted!"

"Miss Cindy, I...I can...can...can't get...get you off...off my mind!" he gulped. "Please?"

"What, Ted? Please what? You know we can't...we talked about this..." she whispered, as if Evie could hear them. She could clearly hear the shower still running upstairs, though.

"Can I kiss you? You're the most beautiful woman I ever saw!"

"Ted! You know that isn't true! Did you ask Evie out so you would have an excuse to see me?"

"Well...yes and no. I mean, I think Evie is the cutest girl I know, but I don't think about doing...you know...with her," he said.

"Ted, what we did was wrong. Stop thinking about it..." suddenly he had moved toward her and she had backed against the sink. He put his arms on either side of her, holding her between himself and the sink.

"Just a kiss, please?" he said, pleadingly.

She looked into his eyes. She saw no malice. Only adoration. This boy really did have a crush on her. And he was so handsome and sexy and sweet. What would be so bad if she gave him a little kiss? After what they had done before, a kiss was nothing. And she did feel affection for him. Not only that, she was attracted to him...

He leaned in, and placing a hand delicately on her cheek, kissed her mouth. She didn't stop him. She kissed him back, and then she was lost. They were kissing with open mouths, sucking and thrusting their tongues.

Ted broke the kiss and began kissing her neck and ears. He reached and untied the robe. Cindy was powerless to stop him. Underneath, she wore nothing but bikini panties.

"Ted, no..." she gasped, unconvincingly as he began licking and sucking her naked breasts. "Oh Baby that just feels too good! Oh suck them!" she groaned as she reached and held them up, offering them to him.

Ted moaned as he feasted on her breasts; his hand delved down her body and reached inside her panties. Cindy pushed him away, walked to the table, pushed her panties down, and lay back on the table with her legs spread.

Ted looked uncertain for a moment, but then bent and kissed her pussy, inexpertly. He looked up at her, as if expecting instructions.

Cindy reached down and lay her fingers on her clit. "Right here, Baby. Kiss me here."

Ted did so, and then flicked it with his tongue. He then reached under her bottom, and holding her ass in his hands, licked her wetness the full length of her flowing pussy.

"Oh, Honey! Ted! We can't...I'm afraid Evie might come down or hear us! Stop!"

Cindy was panting with lust as she stood and quickly pulled her robe together and tied it.

"Miss Cindy...can I come here sometime when Eric and Evie are not home?" he asked, still endeavoring to grasp her and kiss her.

She pushed him back and whispered, "When would that be, Honey? My husband is home until after 1:00 PM every day. I leave at 4:00 to go pick Evie up..."

"I get out of school at 2:00 on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I could be here by 2:15 or so..." he offered.

"Ted! What are we doing? We can't be making plans like this. It is wrong in so many ways. What would be the excuse if someone sees you here?"

He smiled. "Piano lessons. That way we don't have to sneak around. My parents have been wanting me to get back into it..."

"Ted...Ok...we'll do that. Piano lessons. But no hanky panky," she said, lying to herself.

That weekend Cindy broke the news to her family that she was going to give Ted piano lessons.

"How much you charging him?" Ron asked.

"To tell you the truth, we haven't discussed that yet. I know I'm rusty, so I may not charge him for a couple of lessons," Cindy said, wondering if he could detect that she was misrepresenting the situation.

"You just want time with my boyfriend," Evie teased.

"Your boyfriend? You only went out with him once," Eric reminded her. "I think he's got the hots for Mom."

"What?" Cindy exclaimed, much too loudly. "What do you mean by that?"

"Calm down, Mom," Eric laughed. "I was teasing. He just seemed to spend more time with you than he did with me and Bobby when he came over."

"Well, duh," Evie said. "He's more mature than you two guys. He wanted to hang out with an adult."

Cindy silently thanked her daughter for bailing her out.

By Tuesday, Cindy had convinced herself that she wasn't going to allow anything to happen. Not even a kiss. A piano lesson and that was it. She nervously cleaned the house and made sure that every dish was washed, dried, and put in its proper place. She dusted. She swept. She vacuumed the carpet. She went upstairs and cleaned the bathroom.

By 1:00, when Ron left for work, she couldn't think of another thing to do. Ted would be there in an hour. She took a bubble bath, shaved her legs, put on perfume that she only used on special occasions. She asked herself why she was doing all those things and convinced herself that she was just passing the time and certainly didn't expect to be doing anything untoward with her handsome, young piano student. No way would she allow anything to happen!

She couldn't decide what to wear, so she decided that she would just wear the terrycloth robe. After all, it looked nice, came almost to her knees and, unless it was untied, covered her very well. Underneath, as before, she wore bikini panties, but she chose some very sheer, black ones -- a bit sexier than what she usually wore. Not that it mattered! He wasn't going to see them! Still, she thought to herself, a woman likes to look pretty and sexy sometimes.

At a few minutes before 2:00, she heard the knock on the door and, of course it was Ted. He was dressed in a button down shirt and blue jeans. He had a lop-sided grin on his handsome face when he saw her in the same terry-cloth robe that he had taken off of her just days before. He anticipated that the same thing would happen today and was gratified to see that she was, obviously, ready for that very thing to happen.

"Come in, Ted," she said, nervously, then closed the door and walked ahead of him to the piano. "Do you want something to drink? Are you hungry?" she asked.

"No. I'm fine, Miss Cindy," he said as he followed her.

"I thought we would start by having you play a few of these pieces from these starter books, then we'll know how to proceed," she smiled as she picked up a couple of old, beat-up, piano instruction books.

Ted didn't reply, but stepped to her, put his arms around her, and cupped her ass in his strong hands, pulling her toward him and grinding his crotch into her.

"Ted...Honey...we can't..."

Ted leaned forward and began kissing her mouth. Reflexively she opened her mouth to receive his tongue, moaning as he squeezed her ass and kissed her passionately.

He began kissing her neck and then her ears. Shivers of pleasure coursed through her body. How many years had it been since her husband had kissed her like this? Had he ever desired her the way this young boy did?

He whispered in her ear, "Miss Cindy, all I think about is you. You're so pretty and so sweet..."

"Ted," she gasped. "What about Evie? Have you kissed her like this?"

Ted looked in her face and laughed. "You think she would let me kiss her like that? She barely let me have a tiny little peck."

Cindy sighed with relief. She was glad that Evie was remaining chaste, even if her mother was acting like a slut. Evie was gorgeous, and she had plenty of time to play the field, Cindy reflected. She, on the other hand, was stuck in a dead-end marriage with a man who did not love her -- at least not physically. She had needs that needed to be met, she reasoned. Masturbation just wasn't good enough. Obviously she wasn't going to "go all the way" with this young man -- that was out of the question -- but just knowing that he desired her and, perhaps a little more, would suffice.

Suddenly he bent slightly and, before she knew what was happening, he had picked her up and was walking toward her bedroom. He was so strong! He carried her like she weighed practically nothing! Had Ron ever picked her up? She couldn't remember it if he had.

Ted carried her into the bedroom and, while still holding her, shut the door. "Just in case," he smiled. He carried her to the bed and lay her down, then began taking his clothes off.

Cindy lay back on her elbows, watching him. What was she doing? Wasn't she going to stop him? When he took his shirt off, revealing his upper body, she felt faint. This boy was so much a man, despite the fact that he was only nineteen. His chest was well developed, though not overly muscular. It was bare, but his stomach had a fine mat of black hair.

He sat on the bed and quickly removed his shoes and socks. Impulsively, Cindy rolled toward him and stroked his back, then leaned toward him and kissed his lower back, right above his jeans. He turned toward her and leaned to kiss her mouth again. She hungrily kissed him back, no longer making any pretense or showing any reluctance.

Ted stood and, with no hesitation, took his pants off, then lowered his briefs to reveal his stiff young cock. It was already wet with his pre-cum. The head looked to be purple and angry. His pendulous balls (oh my, they were bigger than her husband's!) hung down, seemingly bigger than they were when she saw them before.

Cindy's mouth watered, her nipples throbbed and her wet pussy was begging for attention. Oh what she would love to do with this young stud! She would love to teach him everything! But she knew she couldn't do that. No; maybe they would have oral sex like they did the other time. Certainly no more than that!

Naked, with his hard cock bobbing, he lay down next to Cindy and, once again, gathered her into his arms. They kissed each other hungrily as he found the tie to her robe and quickly opened it, then dove for her exposed breasts, sucking and licking and kissing them.

"Oh Baby, that's so goooood! Yes suck them, Ted. Ohhhh, yesssss!" she moaned.

"Miss Cindy, I love these panties!" he gasped. "They're so sexy! I've only ever seen any this sexy when I go through my mom's or sister's underwear drawer," he laughed.

"For shame, Ted!" Cindy giggled. "You are such a naughty boy! Take them off of me, Baby. Get Miss Cindy all naked for you," she growled.

Ted grasped her panties and, as she lifted her hips, slid them carefully down her long legs. He dropped them in the floor, opened her legs with his hands and began kissing the insides of her thighs.

"Miss Cindy," he croaked. "Teach me how."

"Teach you how to do what, Baby?" she teased, out of her mind with need.

"How to...to...do oral..." he stammered.

"You mean how to eat a woman's pussy?" she smiled. "Is that what you want to know?"

"Yes...yes...that!" he said, continuing to kiss ever nearer her pussy. He could see the moisture gleaming on her labia and could smell the heavenly fragrance of her arousal, mingled with the delightful perfume that she wore.

"Say it, Baby. Some women like to hear naughty talk. I'm one of them," she panted.

He peered up at her, then tentatively touched his tongue to her clit, causing her to reflexively hunch toward his mouth. "I want to know how you want me to eat your horny cunt...uh...Miss Cindy!"

"Oh, Baby, that's so hot..." She reached down and touched her clit. "This, Ted, is my clitoris. Don't ever call it that! Call it my clit. That's where all the action is. It's super-sensitive. It loves to be touched and licked and sucked -- but not too hard. Okay?"

He leaned forward and licked her clit gently.

"Oh, fuck, Ted, Baby... oh that's wonderful!" she gasped.

Ted opened his mouth and took her clit inside, then gently suckled it.

"Ohhhh, ohhhh... Ted! It's too good! STOP!"

Ted stopped and looked up at her, puzzled.

"Honey, I just don't want to cum yet. You did it just perfectly, but the goal is not to make your partner orgasm as soon as you can. The goal is to prolong it, even if your lady is multi-orgasmic, as I am," she said, clinically.

"You mean you can cum more than once, like in a short period of time?"

"Yes, but the more aroused I am before the first one, the more likely I am to be able to do more. Understand?"

He nodded, then began licking her clit again.

She reached down and touched her opening. "I don't have to tell you what this is, Ted, but it feels good when a man puts his tongue in it. Try that!"

Ted quickly complied, snaking his tongue inside her opening, then flicking it in and out. "Ohhhh, Baby, yesss. That's the way. In and out, in and out, just like you're fucking my pussy with your tongue!"

Ted continued to do so, then returned to her clit, gently sucking, then flicking it. Cindy pinched her nipples, moaned and put a hand in his hair.

"Now, Ted...it feels really good for you to lick up and down my slit, too. You're doing everything so perfectly, Honey!" She gasped and guided his head as he began slurping and tonguing the entire length of her pussy, fucking his tongue in and out of her opening, sucking and licking her clit, returning to rub his face into her furrow. "Oh FUCK you're gonna make me cum!" she shouted as he continued his animalistic, carnal assault on her loins.

He looked up, briefly, her juices smeared on his face. He smiled and went back to his delightful lingual worship of her sopping wet pussy.

"I AM CUMMMMMMINGGGGG!" she moaned, absolutely unashamed of her words, or how loudly she said them. She didn't remember ever being this loud with Ron. He thought it disgusting if she told him she was cumming. He said it wasn't "lady-like". Well fuck lady-like, Cindy thought!

She placed her feet flat on the bed, placed both hands on Ted's head, and arched herself at his mouth. "Oh Ted, oh Ted, oh Ted...oh FUCK, eat my CUNT!" she groaned as her second orgasm hit her with the force of a hurricane. She closed her thighs around his head, rolled over to her side, and fucked at his face like a woman possessed. She had never in her life had such a powerful orgasm and she intended to ride it out, no matter what.

When she finally began to come down from her two powerful orgasms, she realized, as if in a dream, that Ted was crawling out from between her legs. His face was covered in her juices and he was grinning.

"Did I do good?" he almost laughed, knowing full well that he did, based on her gyrations and screams of pleasure.

She reached for him, kissing his mouth, delving into his mouth to taste her own juices. This just fueled her lust for him even more. He had awakened a long dormant beast within her. She had been denied the pleasures of a man far too long. And, even though Ted was only 19, he had every bit the sexual appeal and prowess -- and equipment - of an older man! And what an eager and quick learner! Her loins were still buzzing with the after-effects of his lingual efforts. Oh, it was so good!

"Ted, Baby,'' she gasped, looking into his face. "That was the BEST oral sex -- you ate my pussy so good -- oh baby, it was wonderful...Now, I have a question for you..."

"What, Miss Cindy?"

"Do you need to cum?" she smiled.

He grinned and nodded and reached to grasp his burgeoning young cock. "I'm about to blow!" he said, urgently.

"Blow?" she giggled. "I want that cum, Baby. Can Miss Cindy have it?"

He nodded. "Yes...yes!"

She reached and touched his cock, gently allowing her fingers to stroke its length. "I want every drop of that delicious stuff in my mouth, Baby. Miss Cindy wants to be your cumslut. Is that okay with you?"

He nodded.

"Say it, Ted. Tell me. I want to hear it!" she said as she crawled between his legs and began kissing his over-sized balls.

"Miss...Miss...Cindy...please be my cum...cumslut!" he gasped, then gritted his teeth, as if by sheer willpower he could keep himself from cumming.

Cindy could tell that he couldn't last long. She hungrily fed his thick young cock into her salivating mouth, taking his entire length into her throat, but quickly relinquished it, allowing only the head to remain in her mouth. She wrapped her tongue around it and moaned in a rapture of pure lust. She pumped down the length with her hand and felt it swelling as his hot load of boiling sperm began to flow through his thick cock and spurt into her cum-hungry mouth.

The first burst was almost overwhelming. In the split second before the next warm gob jetted into her mouth, she almost jerked her head back and off, but instead swallowed quickly just as spurt after spurt of his warm seed shot into her welcoming mouth. She swallowed voraciously, now determined that not one precious drop of his nourishing boy-seed would be wasted.

She was barely aware of Ted's moans and groans of pure pleasure as he placed his hands in her hair, delicately stroking it as she swallowed his essence. "Ohhhhh, so goooood! Miss...Miss Cindy...yessss!"

She held his cock in her mouth, gently suckling it, until there was obviously no cum left, and it began to slowly deflate. She allowed it to fall from her mouth, then kissed her way up his body. She allowed a dollop of his cum to slip from her mouth into his, then inserted her tongue, endeavoring to get it back.

She had never even thought of such an act before. She almost laughed, thinking of how disgusting her husband would think this was. Ted, however, moaned, and took her face into his hands as they tongue kissed, his semen intermingled with their saliva.

Ted gently pushed her to her back and, before she realized what was happening, he was rubbing his fully rejuvenated cock against her wet furrow. How did he get hard again so quickly?!?!?!

"No, Ted," she gasped. "We can't...not that!"​