“Since you embarrassed me by watching something very personal, very private, it’s only fair for me to embarrass you in the same way,” Mrs. Blumfeldt said sternly. “I’m going to make you take down your pants and play with yourself in front of me, Bob. And I’m going to watch while you do it!”
Jerk off in front of her! Bob’s eyes grew big. He couldn’t do that! “But-but I…”
“It’s either that, or I tell your mother what a dirty little boy you are, and let her punish you!” Martha threatened. “Now, follow me. I want to have a comfortable seat while you put on your nasty little show.”
The older woman purposely left her robe off, knowing that as she walked down the hall she was giving him an exciting view of her full, fleshy asscheeks. The round, white cheeks of her ass rolled with her swinging hips. Her black bikini panties concealed nothing but her cunt, and now that they were soaked with juice, they hardly concealed them. But the black band of her bra across the naked, creamy skin of her back made a startling and exciting contrast to the boy.
But, although he stared at the luscious view, his fear and distress at being caught had combined with nervousness about his punishment. The effect was a limp cock. Not that he cared. He couldn’t imagine jerking off in front of someone!
Martha led the boy to her room and sat on the edge of the bed.
“Stand in front of me!” she ordered, parting her knees to give him room. “Now, drop your pants.”
She was dying to see his giant cock, but Bob just stood there, trembling. His eyes were wide and frightened.
“Do you want me to do it for you?” she asked, reaching for his belt buckle.
When he didn’t answer, Martha reached out with shaky fingers and unbuckled and unzipped his pants. She tugged on them until they fell around his ankles. By now, her pussy was so wet that her saturated panties couldn’t absorb any more of the scented fluid, and the sight of his shorts bulging with his flaccid cock and balls didn’t help. Her big tits heaved with excited anticipation, for she could see Bob’s dusky, wet-tipped cock-knob poking from the leg band of his shorts. The faint scent of his masculinity, the musky scent of his balls wafted to her dilating nostrils, and her mouth watered. She licked her full lips.
“Now,” she said, somewhat huskily, “I’m not going to take down your shorts for you, Bob. Exposing yourself is part of your punishment. I’m going to count to tint, and if you haven’t pushed your shorts down by the time I reach three, I’m going to tell Ann everything!”
The boy’s face was no longer white, but a deep pink, and his lips trembled as she began counting. “Two” reached his ears like the sound of doom, and “three” was a death knell muffled by the roar of his own blood in his ears.
“I-I’ll do it!” he said quickly, then slid his thumbs slowly into the waistband of his shorts.
He pushed them down slowly, but seemed to gain courage as he did so. As his thick cockroot and dark hair appeared, he suddenly yanked them down to his knees.
Martha sucked in air. Bob’s was the biggest cock, even half-hard, that she’d ever seen. His prick was long and thick, and curved limply over his big, round, nearly hairless balls. The widely flaring mushroom-like knob was a dark pink, and it was smeared with precum. A fresh drop appeared as she stared, sliding down, forming a long, silvery string before it bit his shorts. Martha looked up and saw a strained expression on his flushed face. He was still frightened, but she intended to turn that fear into uncontrollable lust.
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