“I’m sorry I bothered you,” he said. “Here, let me give you my popcorn to make it up to you.” And he set the container on his seat and walked away.
Bob looked back when he reached the end of the aisle, and bit his lip to keep from laughing when he saw the girl look at the popcorn, hesitate, and then reach for it. He knew she’d mistake his warm cum for melted butter – until she bit into it.
“Come on,” he whispered, “dig in.”
Now she had the container on her lap, and she was bringing a fistful of popcorn to her mouth. Bob watched gleefully as she stuffed her face, and then he laughed out loud as she choked and sprayed cum-coated popcorn all over the people in the seats in front of her.
Bob wasn’t dumb. He knew when it was time to leave. But before he was out of the theater, he heard the girl’s high-pitched shrieks. So – she’d finally realized what it was she’d stuck in her mouth. He grinned. Jeez, he couldn’t wait to tell the gang about this!
It wasn’t until suppertime that Bob returned to the apartment. Sitting at the dining room table, he tried to keep his eyes from wandering too often to Mrs. Blumfeldt’s heavy, round tits. Jeez, he was going crazy the way Mrs. Blumfeldt’s creamy tits swelled the top of her half unbuttoned blouse!
Every time she reached for something, those twin white tit-mounds shook like jello!
And his mother! She was dressed different than usual, in a scoop-necked knit top that looked like it was painted on, and a short, tight skirt. That’s when he got the idea. Maybe if he dropped something, like his spoon…
“Oops! Oh, darn!” he said, then bent down and crawled under the table. “It’s gotta be here somewhere,” he mumbled loudly while his eyes bored into the shadowy area under Mrs. Blumfeldt’s hiked-up skirt.
He moved as close as he dared, then stared at the fat crotch of her panties. There was a slight bulge, a long one, in the center of the thin material, and Bob just knew it was her pussylips!
Afraid to stay under too long, he was about to return to his chair when he saw his mother’s legs move apart. Almost shaking with nervousness and guilt, he scrambled so close that he had to hold his breath for fear she’d feel it against one knee. His mouth went dry as he saw the clumps of dark curls bursting from the elastic sides of his mother’s taut panty crotch. Jeez, she had a lot of hair! Her panties looked even bulgier than Mrs. Blumfeldt’s, but he couldn’t see anything through them that might be pussylips. Shit!
“Bob? Can’t you find it?”
When the boy heard his mother, he quickly got to his feet and sat back down. He knew he’d been out of sight much too long, but neither woman said anything. Both women were lost in their own thoughts.
Ann was still thinking about the size of her son’s cock, and the amount of thick, sticky cum his balls held. Martha was toying with the idea of having both mother and son in bed with her. It wasn’t a serious thought, just a pleasurable one. But she knew a boy Bob’s age could cum and get hard almost immediately, especially with some help. And she did miss having a big stiff prick, stretching her snapping cunt.
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