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.