He took the money and went into the office. In no time at all he was back with a key. He drove down to the end of the motel and got out. Betty followed him into the room and sat down on the bed.
“Time to get out of those clothes,” she said.
Jack kicked off his loafers and unbuttoned his shirt. He found a hanger and placed his shirt on it. He took down another hanger and removed his pants and hung them up. In just his shorts and socks he looked over at Betty.
“Aren’t you going to undress?”
“I’ll let you take my robe off. Go ahead and get out of your things.”
Jack stood on one foot to remove a sock, then stood on that bare foot to pull off the other. He looked at Betty, then turned his back to her and pushed his shorts down and stepped out of them and looked back over his shoulder at Betty again.
“You might as well turn around, you’re standing in front of a mirror,” she laughed. Jack looked back and saw her reflection in the big mirror in front of him. He turned around and took a step toward her. She stood up and held her arms out to him while looking at the massive cock protruding from his crotch and swaying slightly as he walked toward her.
As he came close Betty dropped one of her hands to reach for his gigantic cock. She’d seen a lot of cocks but never one of such magnitude on an eighteen-year-old. Her fingers didn’t quite reach around it, and it must have been more than ten inches long.
“Jack Edwards, where did you ever get such a big cock? If only Joan knew what she’s missing!”
“Gee, Mrs. Howard. Do you really think it’s big?” Jack reached for the sash at her waist, caught it and pulled. The robe opened just enough for him to see the valley between her titties, her belly button and just a little of the brown curls at her cunt.
Betty dropped her shoulder and the robe started sliding. Jack didn’t wait. He reached out and pushed it down her arm. She slipped her arm out and changed hands on his cock so he could finish getting her robe off.
As the robe dropped to the floor Jack stepped back to look at Betty until her hand on his cock stopped him. Her dark blonde hair hung past her shoulders and her blue eyes smiled at him. Her skin was tanned but still had that rosy look and her enormous tits pointed at him without sagging. Their silver dollar size areolas were dark against the lighter mounds and her large nipples were erect. Betty’s waist was like a wasp’s and her hips flared out and were smooth. The dark brown hair around her cunt was curly and glistened with the moisture of her lubricating oils.
“Good gosh, Mrs. Howard. You’re beautiful,” said Jack, still looking, his eyes open as wide as his mouth. “You’re beautiful.”
“What was it you said you’d do to me?” asked Betty.
“I… I said… I don’t remember,” he stammered as he reached out to put a hand on each tit.
“Let’s get on the bed,” said Betty as she pulled him toward her. “Let’s get on the bed and see if you can remember.”
She turned him around and when the bed was just behind his knees she pushed him down across it and dropped to her knees and had his cock in her mouth before he knew what was happening. She took the head of his cock in her mouth and pulled the skin back with her fingers as she ran her tongue around the ridge at the back of his cock head.
“Ohh! Gosh!” moaned Jack.