E C McCarver
Mother with the hots

CHAPTER ONE

Betty Howard slipped her slim hand through the folds of her robe, as she watched little Eddie Somner pushing the power mower around the plants at the front of the yard. Her fingers moved between the slick, pink lips of her hot cunt and found her swollen clit. She rubbed it slowly, bringing more slick fluid from within her belly to make her pussy even more slippery.

This time I'm going to follow and see what takes him so long to put the lawn mower away, she thought. I'll bet he gets his rocks off looking at Billy's dirty pictures. She slipped one slim finger into her hot hole as she rubbed her throbbing clit with another.

She rubbed faster as she watched the teen trim around the last of the bushes and head toward the house with the mower. When he had gone around the corner of the garage toward the tool room she slipped quietly out the side door and into the garage. Through the dusty glass in the door she could see Eddie as he put the mower in place and opened the door of Billy's tool cabinet. He looked up at the picture of the nude brunette with her pussy lips open and unzipped his pants.

Betty had seen enough. She opened the door and stepped through, opening her robe as she entered the tool room. Eddie spun around, his stiff cock still in his hand and his mouth hanging open.

"Wouldn't you rather have the real thing than a picture, Eddie?" Betty threw her shoulders back and shoved her full tits forward.

Eddie still didn't move. He stood there in the gloom of the tool room holding his long, slender cock in his right fist. His mouth hung open and his big eyes were glued to Betty's big titties. If he moved at all it was only to tremble slightly.

"Come on, Eddie. A nice young man like you must have seen lots of women." She reached over and felt his rigid cock between her thumb and finger. "Ah, good. Nice and hard. Put it back in your pants until we get inside the house. That is, if you're interested in a woman my age."

Eddie found his voice. "Uh, I, ah. Yes, ma'am." He eased his hard cock back through his fly and zipped up his pants. Betty pulled her robe back around her and felt Eddie's hand go into hers, waiting to be led into the house.

Oh, Lord, he's just a baby, she thought. What at her waist and shrugged her shoulders and arms out of the robe. It dropped over her ankles.

Once again she reached for his shorts and this time he let her pull them down. His hard cock sprang up out of his shorts as they slipped down. Again he put his hands on her shoulders and lifted his feet as she slipped his last piece of clothing off one foot a time.

Still on her knees she put her arms around him and squeezed. His cock stood up between her full tits. She pressed her titties together, put her arms around him again and pulled him against her.

"Tell me what you're going to do to me, darling," she said. "Tell me what you're going to do when we get on the bed."

"Ma'am?"

"Tell me how you're going to push your hard cock up my hot cunt and fuck me until both of us come together. Tell me how you're going to suck my tits and tease my clit and make me want you."

"Yes," Eddie stood there with his hands on her shoulders and his cock between her tits as she squeezed his chest against her cheek.

"Oh, come on, darling," she released him and started getting up. "Let's get on the bed."

"Uh… I… ah. Yes, ma'am."

She took his hand and led him over to the big bed. She turned his hand loose and crawled up on the spread, moving over to give him plenty of room. He just stood there.

What am I doing? Am I actually going to screw this teen? But she had already started out through the garage, leading Eddie by the hand. She knew she would be powerless to stop until she reached the king-sized bed in her second story bedroom.

Betty pressed Eddie's cool, moist hand against her thigh as she led him through the kitchen and hall. When they started up the stairs she pushed her robe back and guided his arm around her hips. She put her arm around his shoulder and pulled him over against her. She could feel his cool, sweaty hand just above her hip and his forearm bounced on her jiggling ass with every step she climbed.

Betty paused at the door to the bedroom. "Do you want to back out?" she asked.

"No, ma'am," answered Eddie, his voice trembling.

"Come on, then. Let's get you out of those clothes." She had to pull his arm from around her to get his shirt off. He stepped out of his shoes and she knelt down and unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. Eddie put his hands on her shoulders to steady himself as he lifted first one leg and then the other far her to pull his trousers off. When she reached for his shorts he grabbed the elastic band around the top and held them tight.

"What's the matter?"

"You first," he answered.

Betty smiled. Kids had a sense of right and wrong that defied explanation. She untied the sash at her waist and shrugged her shoulders and arms out of the robe.

"Come on Eddie, darling. Don't you want to get on the bed with me?"

"Yes, ma'am." He put a knee on the bed, then the other, his slender cock swaying slightly from side to side. And there he stayed, kneeling on the edge of the bed.

Betty turned around and scooted over to him, letting her feet hang off the bed on either side of him. "Here, let me." She put her hands behind his rump, opened her mouth and sucked in his cock, wetting it with spit and pushing it into her throat before letting it slowly slide from her glistening lips. "Now it's good and slick. Push it up my pussy." She fell back across the bed and pulled her knees up. "Come on. Get up here on me. I'll guide you in."

"But Mrs. Howard…"

"Come on, Eddie. Use that big cock of yours. Push it up my hungry cunt and screw the hell out of me."

Eddie started forward. He wondered where he could put his hands to let himself down. He wanted to put them on either side of her but her knees were pulled up and her thighs and legs were in the way. He looked down at her cunt, a large nest of dark brown hair with a wet, pink slit down the middle. So that was what a real, live pussy looked like. It sure was more exciting than the big poster in Billy's tool cabinet.

Betty raised up and caught his arms. She pulled him down with her as she fell back on the bed and his head landed on the pillow of her tits. Without even thinking he moved, is head around until he could flick out his tongue and rub it across her swollen nipple, then he pulled the nipple into his mouth and sucked as he circled, the firm nub with his tongue.

"That's it, honey," sighed Betty. "Suck my tit. Get me all wet and hot for you." She pressed his head to her with one hand while she ran, the other back and forth across his shoulders.

Slowly, tentatively, he closed his fingers around her other nipple and, finding no resistance, opened his hand and moved it down so he could cup her breast. He squeezed, making her titty tip stand up, and moved his mouth over to close around that nipple.

"Eddie, honey, you're making my pussy so hot. Aren't you ready to put your hard cock in me yet? Let me get it in my hand and I'll guide it in." She pushed her hand down between them. "I've got it. Oh, God, such a big cock. Slip on up a little and let's slide it into my cunt."

Eddie wiggled forward, his small body slithering up over Betty. The tip of his cock touched her slick cunt lips and slipped through, sliding in without resistance. Betty pulled him up until his hard cock was all the way in her hot pussy.

"That's it, darling. You've got a good cock. It's in me now. Fuck me. Pump your cock in and out of my cunt until both of us come all over each other."

"Ah… I… I don't know how?"

"Don't worry. I'll help you. Lift your butt a little and then ram it back down."

Eddie followed her instructions. He raised his ass and let it settle back down. His cock slipped back a little and slithered back in slowly.

"Faster, honey. Ram your cock back and forth real fast. Shove it in and pull it back. It'll come natural once you get the hang of it. Fuck me, faster."

He pulled back again and shoved his cock back in to the hilt. A moment later he pulled back again and slammed back into her.

"Don't stop between your thrusts, Eddie. Screw me with steady strokes. Pull back and shove forward and pull back again."

Eddie started fucking then. He pulled his cock back and rammed it back home and pulled it back again without stopping. On his third stroke he felt Betty's cunt come up to meet him.

"Atta boy, Eddie. Fuck me like that. Fuck me fast and fuck me hard and I'll make it good for you, too." She had her hands on his ass, urging him on.

Suddenly the thought hit Betty that Eddie had said he didn't know how. This was his first piece of tail. Her cunt was the first one his cock had ever been in. She felt a warm glow start in her belly and her cunt muscles contracted. Her whole body shook as little electric charges radiated out from her belly and exploded in her head and cream gushed from her cunt.

Eddie stopped. "What was that?"

"I'm coming. Your cock made me come. Don't you feel the pussy juice around your cock?"

"Is it, all right?"

"Fuck me, darling. That's what it's all about." Her cunt was moving constantly, contracting around his cock, pressing against him, pulling at him, gripping him. "Screw me and I'll come again. I'll come with you. Fuck me, Eddie."

Eddie plowed into her again, sure of his movements now. He drove his hard cock into her slippery cunt with all the skill of a much older man. His smooth prick slipped in without the ripples caused by veins and muscles in older men and she shuddered at the thought of being fucked by such a cock.

And then the angle of Eddie's thrusts changed. He was driving into her with his ass lower, pushing forward more than up and down. He was breathing faster and fucking faster and Betty knew he was about to come. She tightened her arms around his shoulders and turned her flowing cunt up higher.

"That's it, darling. Fuck me faster and just let it happen. Shoot your hot cum up my cunt. Push your cock up in my belly and spray my womb with your white cum. I'm going to come with you, we're going to come together, darling. Go ahead. Fuck me hard and shoot your wad."

Eddie's sweaty hands were around her tits and he was squeezing. She crossed her ankles around him and squeezed him down to her with her legs. The walls of her pussy closed in on his cock as it plowed back and forth in and out.

"It's so good, darling. Your cock is making me feel so good. I'm about to come again. Go ahead and get it, Eddie."

He seemed to loose his sense of timing and moved in jerking, spasmodic lunges.

"Uh… uh… uh," panted Eddie. "Uh… I'm… I'm fixing to… uh… fixing to shoot… uh… shoot off."

He pushed his cock all the way in and held it there, pressing as hard as he could. Betty felt the first drop of his scalding cum as it gushed into the depths of her cunt. She tightened her grip on him and another spurt of cum followed the first.

"Oh, God! Shoot it to me! Fill me up!"

His cock kept jerking and shooting and she felt her own creamy juices gush down to ooze but of her cunt around Eddie's slender cock.

"Oh, Lord! So much cum! Hold it in me! Let me feel it as long as you can."

Eddie couldn't have moved if he'd wanted to. Betty's arms and legs were wrapped around him and held him tight. Both of them were sweating and gasping for breath and neither had any desire to move.

Betty slowly straightened one leg and let it drop to the bed, then the other one. She breathed a sigh and ran her fingers through Eddie's sun-bleached blonde hair. He lifted his head and looked up at her.

"How'd you like it, honey?" she asked.

"Gee, Mrs. Howard, that was the best thing ever happened."

"Call me Betty."

"How old are you, uh… Betty?"

"What? Oh. I'm forty-one, Eddie. I'm just forty-one."

"Can I take my peter out of you, please? I think I've got to pee." His voice was shaking.

"Of course." She lifted her hips as he raised up and backed off. "Use my bathroom. Right over there." She, pointed toward the door with the full length mirror on it.

Betty could hear the water spattering in the bathroom as she lay on the bed. Eddie had a good cock, that was for sure.

[missing text] old was really ridiculous. She'd have to watch herself.

The bathroom door opened and Eddie stood there looking down at himself. "I'm all sticky. I've got sticky stuff all over me."

"Come over here, and I'll take care of it," said Betty. She patted the bed next to her.

Eddie went to the bed and climbed up. He crawled over to Betty and dropped down beside her. His hand went out to feel one of her large breasts.

"You're not ready to fuck again, are you?" she asked as she covered his hand with hers and pressed it to her tit.

"Are you?" He raised up and looked toward her cunt.

"Not quite." She rolled over and took his cock in one hand and his balls in the other. Slowly she slipped his foreskin back and forth over the head of his cock. It was almost smooth, no flaring ridge around the back of the head as more mature cocks have. And there were only a dozen or so heavy golden hairs growing from the area just above the base of his prick.

"Such a fine cock," she said. "It sure made me come. It gave me the best fucking I've had in a long time." She lay her cheek on his abdomen and flicked her tongue up and down around the head of his cock. Excited by the taste of herself on his smooth cock she raised up and took his half-hard prick into her mouth. She circled it with her tongue and pressed her lips down toward the base. The smooth, slim shaft slipped easily into her throat. She pulled back and drove her head down again. And then she was beyond stopping. She felt his cock grow fully hard as she deep-throated him until he came again.

"I'm… uh… I'm shootin off again," he stammered.

Betty didn't answer. She kept jamming his cock into her throat again and again as she tasted his hot cum and felt it squirting down her throat. Her cunt quivered and her juices seeped from her slack pussy lips and ran down her thighs.

At last she let his long cock fall from her lips and she lay down on the bed. "Use the shower if you want, Eddie," she said. "I'll get your money for cutting the grass."

"That's all right, Mrs. Howard. I'll clean up when I get home and you don't have to pay me."

"Oh, yes, I do. If you went home without your money your mother would wonder what was wrong."

"Yeah. I forgot." He picked up his clothes and started putting them on. "It don't seem right that you have to pay me."

"Lot's of things don't seem right," said Betty as she got up and opened the drawer of the nightstand. She took out her wallet and counted out fifteen dollars. "I put in a little something extra for you this time, Eddie." She laid the money on the side of the bed. "You'll be back Saturday after next, won't you?"

"Yes, ma'am. Why don't you let me cut your grass every week?"

"Billy does it when he's home. I'll see you in two weeks."

Eddie took the money and left. Betty stretched out on the bed again and ran her long fingers over her breasts and down along the insides of her tapered thighs.

Let's see, she thought. It's been a long time but maybe I can remember. She pressed her pussy lips apart with one hand while she put the index and middle fingers of the other to her clit.

It was before the divorce, she mused. I think we were living at Midville. I know there were two of them and they fucked me good.

Still rubbing her clit she slipped two fingers of her other hand into her slippery cunt. One of them fucked me while the other one watched. And then that one fucked me, too.

She started moving her fingers in and out of her dripping hole with the same rhythm she was rubbing her erect clit. I remember they had more energy than anyone that ever fucked me before. Their cocks were long and slender and they fucked fast. I came and came. Oh, I've got to take it easy with my fingernails!

Oh, damn. I'm coming already and I didn't get a chance to remember all the details this time either. Okay. I'll make it as good as I can. First I take my clit between my fingers like it was a little cock and I jack it off while I fuck myself with my fingers. One more finger. I'll fuck myself with three fingers and I'll come harder. Oh, God, it's good. I'll jack my clit a little faster and make it better.

Betty leaned her head back, her eyes closed tight and her mouth wide open. She pulled her knees up and stroked her clit between her fingers while she rotated three fingers around in her contracting pussy. Her breath come in little gasps and her belly quivered. Cunt cream gushed from her twat and she lowered her legs.

"It's not a young cock," she sighed aloud, "but, it's good." With her eyes still closed she started crying. When she could compose herself again she got up, went to the bathroom and drew a tub of warm water and soaked herself until she felt clean all over. She quickly washed and stepped from the tub, dried herself with a brisk rub of the towel and put on a clean robe. She straightened the cover on the bed and walked down the stairs and into the kitchen.

What got into me, she asked herself in her mind. I've got to get a hold on myself or I'm going to mess up good. She moved around the kitchen, taking containers of leftovers from the refrigerator and combining them to make soup for her lunch. I've got a date with James this evening. That'll make everything all right. When I'm with him everything seems to go so well. He's got a good, big cock, too.

Betty heated her soup and poured it into a bowl, took crackers from the cabinet and sat down at the kitchen table to eat. Her thoughts started roaming again. When the kids are with William I feel so lonely, she thought. What can I do to shake this feeling? Every other weekend it's the same, I'm alone and I don't know what to do.

She got up and poured herself a glass of Coke. Why can't I get interested in something the way other women do? I could take up ceramics or something, but I don't care for that kind of stuff. I guess the only thing I'm really interested in is making my pussy come.

Betty put her dirty dishes in the dishwasher and walked through the house, looking for something to do to take her mind off her loneliness. Once again she walked upstairs. In Joan's room she picked up dirty underwear and carried it to the clothes basket in Billy's room she picked up a golf ball and put it on his dresser with his ping-pong balls, then went to her own room.

I've got to do something, she thought. I could take up exercising but, God knows, I'm thin enough. She went to the full length mirror on the bathroom door and dropped her robe to look at herself. Her dark blonde hair was only sparsely streaked with gray and looked frosted. Her face was pretty, her blue eyes sparkled and her skin was tanned. She decided she didn't look a day over thirty, no, make that twenty-five.

She turned to the side and examined her body. Her breasts were full but firm and their thirty-eight inches stood out from her thin body as well as other women's did when supported by a bra. Her body tapered in to a twenty-five inch waist and there were no wrinkles across her abdomen although she had had two children. Her hips were well rounded and her long thighs and legs tapered gently, no lumps or broken veins were to be seen.

I guess I could pass for twenty-five if I had to, she thought. There's not another forty-one year old in town that can make that statement honestly. She ran her fingers through her dark brown cunt hair and smiled at her reflection. Still looking in the mirror she pressed her cunt lips open and looked at the thin, pink stripe that appeared in her curls. Suddenly she turned and ran out the door.

She went to the dresser in Billy's room and grabbed a handful of ping-pong balls and went back to her room. She pulled a pillow from under the spread and carried it to the foot of the bed and sat down. She wadded up the pillow and propped it under her head as she leaned back. Facing the bathroom door she pulled her knees up and watched as her cunt lips opened by themselves. She took a ping-pong ball and placed it between the lips of her pussy. Watching herself in the mirror she pushed it in. She laughed and placed another ball in the grip of her cunt lips. It didn't want to go in so she wet it in her mouth and popped it into her twat. One after another she wet the ping-pong balls and pushed them into her cunt until all four were lodged within her.

Betty stood up and carefully took a step. The sensation of having the balls roll around as she moved was quite stimulating. She walked out into the hall and down the steps. At the bottom of the stairs she turned around and went back up. Climbing the stairs was like having a long cock moving around in her cunt. Every step was a thrill. She went back to her room and put on her robe.

Now, she thought, now I'll just go about doing all the things I usually do and see what happens. God knows, I'm coming almost constantly. Why didn't I ever think of this before?

She bent over and touched her toes without bending her knees and the balls moved around and sent a small glob of cunt cream down her thigh. Next she placed her feet apart and bent forward again but instead of straightening up she dropped to a squatting position and one of the ping-pong balls shot across the room as if fired from a gun.

She retrieved the wayward ball from the corner of the room, washed it off, and popped it back into her pussy.

Oh, yes, she thought. This will keep me going until James comes this evening. Maybe I should keep them in while I go out with him. No. He has something to put in there, and I don't want to give him any reason not to fuck me. God, how I love to get fucked. Let me go down to the den. I'll put on some music and try doing the Twist, and the Charleston and a few other things.

She went down the stairs, two at a time.