Chapter 13

I walked the twenty yards to my neighbor’s front door, wondering what she needed that could have been explained to my mother that quickly. When I pressed the doorbell, it dawned on me that I was still wearing a pair of shorts that weren’t appropriate for being out in public. They barely covered my hanging testicles. Too late now, I thought, she’ll think I’m crazy if she sees me running home after ringing. Besides, it’s not like—The door opened and wow; Mrs. Davis was beautiful. The woman standing in the doorway reduced me to a first grader meeting their new teacher for the first time. The sight of her massive tits, no bra, and her womanly curves was overwhelming. That woman birthed Susan and Jasmine, I thought with amazement. “Good morning, Mrs. Davis. You need me, needed help?”

“Joe, you know you can call me Chris,” she said. “I prefer it, especially when nobody else is around. Mrs. Davis, makes me feel old.” She smiled and motioned me in.

“If I called you granny, you still wouldn’t look old.” I immediately wished I had kept my mouth shut.

“Let’s hope you won’t be calling me that for a while.” She closed the door behind me.

Was she telling me not to fuck her daughters or just not to get them pregnant? I didn’t have a clue, so I nodded and turned to the wall of picture frames. I spotted Susan in a dress, fixed up like a beauty queen. Wow, I’d never seen her in a dress. It was very attractive. To make conversation I asked, “Is this Susan?” Then I noticed Jasmine in a similar dress. She didn’t look like the hot, dripping sex, girl I was used to seeing. The girl was more beautiful than I had ever imagined.

Mrs. Davis, said, “Yes, and that’s Jasmine. They were both in pageants that year, and got first place in their age groups.”

For the next few minutes, Mrs. Davis pointed to different pictures, explaining when and who it was. She filled me in on detailed stories about their lives. I tried to pay close attention, wanting to learn about Susan’s life, but I was terribly distracted by Mrs. Davis’s womanliness. I kept reminding myself of my resolve, but the lady was uncomfortably close to me. Her voice on my ear, the smell of perfume, the occasional bump of her body against mine, and her tremendous breasts touching my back while she pointed at pictures on the wall made me nervous. It didn’t matter what we had already done because this incredible lady was a married woman. She was my neighbor, Susan’s mother, and let’s face it, I’m just a kid.

I looked down, and, to my shock, my hardon was outside of my too short, shorts. It was standing straight up on the wrong side of the material. Before I could react, two hard nipples pressed into my back. Mrs. Davis’s hands came around my sides. One hand pressed into my stomach; the other sent sparks through my throbbing erection. “What is this, young man?” Mrs. Davis whispered in my ear. “You seem to have something sticking out down here.”

Her words tickled my ear, and my hormones raged. I forgot the promise I made myself and reached behind me. With an ass cheek in each hand, I pulled her warm body tight against mine. The mature woman responded by kissing my neck and ear and stroking my dick. My heart raced, and my sex drive soared. I needed her and wanted to make her feel good. I would eat her pussy and give her pleasure.

Mrs. Davis shoved her groin against my ass and said, “Young man, I need you to satisfy me. Take me in there.” She pointed.

In the living room, we stood in front of the couch. My fingers trembled, trying to unzip her jeans. Once that was done, I enjoyed watching the woman work the tight pants over her ample hips. She wiggled side to side. Her panties went along for the ride. I sucked in a long breath when her pubic mound came into view. She had dirty blonde hair, trimmed to perfection.

I held the bottom of her shirt and slowly raised it. Chris lifted her arms when the shirt reached her chest. Her tits got caught up. I lifted them with the T-shirt. They broke free and dropped. I watched them bounce before they settled on her body. Their enormous size surprised me even though I had seen them many times. I took a long look at the massive melons and the giant nipples. They hung but didn’t sag. I lifted a tit in each hand, feeling their weight, then I kissed each nipple before sucking hard like a nursing baby. The sweet aroma drifting up from between Mrs. Davis’s legs was a huge turn-on. I wanted to taste Susan’s mother and make her cum.

The woman kissed me and took my tongue into her mouth. She sucked it like she was giving my tongue a blow job and guided me down to the carpet. She laid on her back. I knelt between her legs, looking up and down her body. I couldn’t believe this was real. She was a grown-up, and the mother of a girl I wanted as my girlfriend, and I was between her legs. That was a scary thought. I ignored the facts and moved my face toward her womanhood.

Each of Davis women looked a little different between their legs, but their smell was surely kin, and all three gave me the same weak feeling in my knees. I took a huge breath and planted my lips on her pussy. There was so much more of momma Davis to contend with. I sucked in a mouthful of pussy lip and stroked it with my tongue, then I moved to the other side and did the same. I shook my head, using my mouth to open her folds. I pushed my tongue into the pink inner flesh. My taste buds were coated with her juiciness and exploded with delight.