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When Mrs. Burns told me to come over Saturday, I tingled with anticipation. I showered, shaved and put on a tasteful amount of cologne. My pecs looked great from working out. I wore a T- shirt to emphasize them and loose pants, but no underwear. One yank on my pants would make my cock pop free.

Mrs. Burns didn't know it, but I was going to fuck her.

The Burns lived across the street from my parents. She was mid thirties with a great body. She played tennis and went to the gym to keep it toned and tan. She liked to wear tight outfits to show it off. When she wanted to, she moved that body in a sexy way: free and feline.

Mrs. Burns realized I wanted her. When she caught me watching her, she'd get a look in her eye and move differently, a subtle change to stimulate my desire. If I wasn't watching, she'd twitch until I did. She enjoyed teasing me.

The Burns have a daughter, Cindy, who's sixteen like I am. We've dated for almost a year. I took her virginity on our fourth date and I've been fucking her regularly since then. Cindy's a hot little honey, eager and willing to do it all. She has a great body, too. While I'm crazy about Cindy, I was burning up for her mother.

When Mrs. Burns opened the door, she wore a sundress that was tight to the waist and sexy. She was serious, but friendly, when she let me in. I followed her swishing ass into the living room where the sunlight beamed through the plate glass windows. I could see the window of my bedroom in my house across the street.

"We need to talk, Tommy," she said as we sat side by side on the couch.

"About what?"

She took my left hand in both of hers and her knee touched mine. I liked sitting this close to her. So did my cock which was stirring in my pants.

"You know, about what you saw yesterday. I saw you watching us when we were in the bedroom."

"Don't worry, Mrs. Burns. I'd never say anything."

"That's what your father told me, but he wanted me to talk to you myself. I like you, Tommy. You're a very handsome young man. I've even thought about you and Cindy marrying someday. "

"Thank you," I replied sincerely.

"But since Cindy tells me you two have never done anything, I know you're a virgin. You're too young to understand what happened. I love my husband very much and I never want to hurt him. Knowing I had sex with another man would hurt him very much."

Her face was sincere and sweet. I tried to portray an intent and angelic expression and waited for her to continue.

"Sometimes adults do have sex with people other than their spouses, but they don't want their spouses to know about it."

She waited for me to say something. My cock was about to burst through my dockers.

"Mrs. Burns, I'm not upset Dad had sex with you. I envy him. You're the most beautiful and sensual woman I've ever seen."

That pleased her.

"Thank you, Tommy, but I suspect Cindy is more to your liking," she said, trying to appear modest, or, maybe, deflect my train of thought. Fat chance of that happening.

"I'm crazy about Cindy, but, right now, you're the woman I want to fuck."

Involuntarily, she jerked back only to find my fingers wrapped around her wrists holding them securely together. Her eyes widened and she blanched.

"Let me go, Tommy," she said sternly.

"It's you I want, Mrs. Burns. Please, Mrs. Burns, please, teach me how to make love."

I let go and my voice was not threatening, but sounded like a young man pleading with an older woman to teach him. She relaxed and appeared to be in control again. She stroked my cheek.

"No, Tommy. You're very attractive, but I don't think we should do that."

"Why not? You know how much I want you."

"Yes, I do. I know you watch me." Conspiratorially, she leaned toward me, making her bodice gape to flash her big tits at me. Like I said - teasing me. "I've even seen your penis twitch you want me so much."

"Twitch? It throbs and aches for you!"

She leaned closer to me. Her lips parted in a little "o", as if she wanted me to kiss her, but when I leaned toward her, she sat back and smiled.

"I'm sure it does, Tommy, but I'm not going to have sex with you."

Damn, her expression pissed me off. She was smug and supercilious. What a teasing bitch.

"Then I'll have to tell what I saw," I said.

"Don't threaten me," she snapped. "I was fucking your father if you'll remember. Your family would break up, too."

She yanked her hands away and stood up, pushing hard in anticipation of my resistance. I gave her a shove and tripped her. She bounced on her ass on the floor. I pounced, knocking her on her back with one arm trapped under her. I held her other wrist in one hand and pinned her to the floor. I was between her legs, forcing them apart, and my hard cock jammed into her side.

She was stunned. No longer a woman in control while dealing with a boy, she was a woman under a man who was going to fuck her. I knew exactly what I needed to do.

My fingers pulled her panties aside and stroked her pussy. Her eyes glazed. When I parted her lower lips to slip inside her, her mouth opened in mirror image. She was damp. A second finger went up her and my thumb rotated her clit. Her eyes dilated and she tried to shake off the rising passion. My fingers were busy and her juices flowed.

"I want you, Mrs. Burns, and I'm going to have you right now," I said firmly.

"Tommy, let me go," she whined.

"I won't take no for an answer."

"Please stop. You don't know what your fingers are doing to me," she whispered, her voice begging and submissive.

I knew exactly what they were doing, but I said, "Tell me what they're doing to you. You feel so wet and juicy. Do you want me to fuck you?"

"Tommy, oh Tommy, your fingers, oh, oh. I can't take much more."

"I'm not going to stop. We're going to fuck until I don't want any more."

Fingers in her pussy generated a desire she couldn't resist. Her legs opened. I kissed her on the mouth. She kissed me back eagerly, her mouth open, her tongue darting between my lips. Her hips started to move against my hand.

"Oh, God, I want you to fuck me," she whispered.

When I released her hand, she unzipped her dress, freeing those massive tits. "Suck my breast, Tommy," she moaned. "Please. Oh, yes, like that," she murmured holding my head to her breast. I nibbled and sucked on her big nipples and my hand up her pussy was drenched with her juices. "Fuck me," she implored. "Please, Tommy, fuck me."

"Cum on my hand first. I want to watch you."

Red faced, sweaty, ruled by passion, she approached orgasm. Her eyes were hot and unfocused, her lips parted and wet. She put one foot flat on the carpet to better thrust. Her body under me was tightening. What a high it was, being on her, feeling her heat, seeing her uncontrollable sexual need in response to my demands.

"Yes, yes," she whimpered as she thrust against my hand and stopped, her body rigid, her orgasm crashing over her. Her eyes never left my face as I stripped her. She enjoyed my hands caressing her body, fondling her soft flesh.

"I want a blow job," I said pulling her to her knees.

I positioned her like I'd planned. Her face was slutty when she freed my cock. "Ooohh," she said. Her eyes widened as she stroked him lovingly before gobbling him down. She sucked like a champ. I looked up at my bedroom window across the street. Anyone up there would have a perfect view of what she was doing.

"I'm almost ready," I grunted. Her big eyes shown up at me. "Take it on your face and in your mouth. Get ready. Oh, shit! Here I cum!"

Ropes of sticky cum landed on her face. Mouth open, tongue out, her head darted to catch flying cum. I shoved my cock in her mouth again.

"Suck good, Mrs. Burns. Get him nice and hard for your pussy."

She'd didn't need the instruction. She sucked hard and loved every moment. I didn't even need to tell her to take my cum from her face and swallow it. She did it between strokes as if she couldn't get enough.

"You're a very good cocksucker, Tricia," I said softly as I stroked her hair. "You don't mind if I call you Tricia when we're fucking, do you?"

"Call me Tricia any time," she said, smiling up at me.

"Get on your hands and knees, Tricia. I want you doggy style."

"You know what you're doing. What's this B.S. about me being your first?"

"Probably the same B.S. as when you said you didn't want to fuck," I answered.

Between her legs, I pulled her head back by her hair, arching her back. I lodged the head of my cock between her dripping lower lips.

"Come on," she whispered.

"What? Say it loud and clear."

"Fuck me, Tommy. I need your hard cock in me."

"You do it. Back and forth, Tricia."

She groaned as she pushed back against me, burying my cock in her pussy. Damn, she was hot and tight. Sweat poured from her. Her breasts swung freely. I reached under her to play with them, squeezing and pulling on the nipples. She moaned again.

"You like this?"

"I love it. Your cock feels so good. Your hands feel so good."

"You're a slut who loves to fuck."

"Yes, oh, God, yes."

"Say it."

"I'm a slut who loves to fuck. That's it, Tommy. You're fucking me so good with that big cock of yours."

Still holding her head up, I wrapped my other arm around her waist and drove my dick in hard and often. She moaned and whimpered as she fucked me back. She squealed when her orgasm hit. I kept fucking her until another overtook her. Her head hit the floor with a thunk when I let go of her hair.

She'd cum, but I hadn't. I rolled her over and fucked her missionary style. We both orgasmed then and I left a big load in her. She was semiconscious when I kissed her goodbye.