Tom opened his eyes and saw Miss Ryan looking at his crotch. Somehow he wanted her to be referring to some other "accident".
"There's nothing to be ashamed of, Tom," Connie said. "Life is like this, Tom. Well, what I mean is, people fart in strange places… you know, like at the grocery store or something, and sure, they get embarrassed. But life is like that. Accidents do happen."
Tom squeezed his eyes shut and nodded his head in total agreement.
"Now, let me take your pants off, Tom, and…"
Tom's eyes shot open. He shook his head vigorously. He crossed his legs. His body tensed. Why couldn't he just die?
"Now, Tom, don't be embarrassed."
Tom was embarrassed. What other boy who had stained his pants with cum wouldn't be embarrassed? Tom wished now that he was sick, the sicker the better.
"I'll just take your pants off, throw them in the wash and dry them off. Won't take more than a half-hour."
Tom strained, writhed, twisted, the thermometer quivering like a crazy metronome.
His hands were on his belt buckle.
More cum oozed from his prick.
God, his zipper was coming down. Her fingers grazed across the tented bulge of his shorts.
His cock lurched and throbbed.
Tom squirmed. He couldn't let Miss Ryan get a hand-hold on his belt!
Connie smiled as she gripped the waistline of his pants. "Now, Tom, you're a big boy now. Just pretend that I'm your mother. I promise not to look."
Pretend that Connie Ryan, who had exposed her tits, ass and cunt, was his mother? Tom couldn't believe it. Miss Ryan definitely did not look like a mother, and she didn't act like a mother. A mother wouldn't dare go around the house without her undies. A mother wouldn't sit down in such a spraddle-legged fashion, exposing her cunt. A mother wasn't the type of woman who bent over, head in the fridge, showing off her ass to her son!
Connie jerked off his pants. She gasped. The kid had at least a year's supply of cum drenching his shorts.
Tom opened his eyes fearfully. Oh, God! He didn't want to die; he wanted to go straight to hell – now! She was looking right at his crotch, right at his throbbing, bulging, hot and hard cock.
Connie put her hand over her mouth – more to hide the laughter – and pretended to be awed.
"Tom! You have a… a… er… an… erection! Your thing is – oh, my gosh!"
The flush that had turned his red face crimson seemed to pulse in every vein in his body. What the hell could he say? What the hell could he do? The mercury rose in the thermometer.
"Oh, Tom, I don't know what to say," Connie gasped. "I-I didn't realize… well, I didn't know that… I, honest, Tom, I didn't know that I was affecting you like that. Did I really do that to you?"
Tom nodded his head.
"Oh, poor, poor, dear."
Connie sat down next to Tom. In a consoling voice, she said: "Tom, I'm sorry if I embarrassed you. But it looks like we do have something in common."
More cum oozed from Tom's prick as he listened to Miss Ryan's soothing voice and inhaled her erotic perfume.
"You see, before you came to the door, I was ready to – oh, how shall I put it? – I was ready to rind a man who would – you know – make love to me."
Tom's head buzzed. Why was she telling him all about her troubles? Why couldn't she just leave the bedroom, wash his pants and give them back to him? Why couldn't she leave him alone so he could pull on his pud and spurt all his frustration out?
"You see, Tom, whereas you got an erection because of me, I was beginning to get all hot and quivery over seeing you."
What!? Tom couldn't believe his ears. Maybe it was all the agony and turmoil in his balls that was affecting his mind. Maybe if a kid didn't release his cum when it hurt, he would go blind and crazy.
Connie was ready to go out of her mind. Shit, she'd dropped enough hints to this kid, and he hadn't even made a move for first base yet. She was getting really tired of playing make-believe. Shit, after seeing all that cum the kid had wasted on his shorts, she was ready to eat him alive.
She got on her knees beside Tom. Slowly she lifted her dress.
"See, Tom. Women get excited like guys do. Look. Come on, Tom, turn your head this way and look at it."
Tom turned his head. He almost swallowed the thermometer. He gulped, feeling his prick arching stiffly against his Jockeys.
"This is my vagina, Tom. Have you ever seen a vagina, Tom?"
Tom didn't want her to know that he had seen her – what did she call it, a vagina? – before. He shook his head vigorously.
"Well, Tom, this is my vagina," Connie stated, pointing to her cunt. "And when my vagina gets excited, my clitoris starts to erect – just like your cock. Do you see my clitoris, Tom?"
Tom nodded. Could he see her clit? Hell, yes, he could see her clit and a helluva lot more. God! He could see almost all the way up to her womb the way Miss Ryan was spreading her pussy-lips.
"Now, Tom. When I was ready to go looking far a man, before you came in, my vagina was all wet and oozy. Can you see how wet and oozy I am, Tom?"
Tom's eyes widened, his prick was ready to burst. Could he see her cunt oozing? Shit, the cunt-juice was almost splattering against his face!
"Do you want to feel how wet and oozy my cunt is, Tom?"
Tom's mouth opened in awe. The thermometer slid from his lips, landing in the pool of cunt-juice beside his head. He stared right into the heart of her wet, warm-looking, meaty snatch. Somehow he managed to nod his head.
Connie grabbed his hand and thrust his fingers against the lips of her pussy.
"Oh, Goddamn," she moaned.
"Oh, gosh!" Tom groaned.
It was the first pussy he had ever felt, and it felt like two slices of hot liver that had been sewn together on the ends. And now he knew how pricks got into such tight spots – her cunt was opening up, becoming very moist, the flesh getting very hot. He wriggled his finger.
"Oh, shit, it feels so Goddamn good, Tom."
"Does it – does it hurt, when I d-do that, Miss Ryan?"
"Didn't you hear what I said, Tom? It feels sooo Goddamn good! Come on, Tom, really dig your fingers in there."
Hesitantly Tom thrust his index finger into Connie's cunt-hole. Her cunt-lips squeezed around his finger, then snugly clasped his knuckle. Tom wriggled his finger.
"Mother of God! Finger me, Tom! Do it harder! Harder and faster!"
Tom was really getting into it now. He shoved his finger in and out fast, amazed at the look of rapture on Connie's face. His prick had softened somewhat because he was concentrating on fingering Connie's cunt harder and faster, just like she wanted him to.
"Now, finger my clit, Tom! Finger my clit! Aaaaiiieeee!"
Tom fingered her clit. He was really getting to know the ins and outs of a woman's cunt. Shit, he couldn't believe how much hotter and wetter her cunt felt!
As Tom jabbed his finger in and out of her cunt, rubbing around her clit with his thumb, Connie began hunching her hips back and forth, then up and down. The kid was really turning her on; her pussy was spewing out juice – or it seemed to her as if her cunt was spewing out juice.
Connie glanced down, watched Tom's finger fuck in and out of her hungry snatch. She looked at his face – the kid looked as if he were doing some sort of class project. He was mesmerized, hypnotized as he fingered her hot pussy.
"S-Stop, Tom. Stop. Quit fingering me," Connie moaned.
Connie gasped and Tom looked at his wet finger quizzically. Connie took in a deep breath and let her dress fall back into place. "You see how a woman gets all excited, Tom?"
Tom wiped his finger on the bedspread, then looked up into Miss Ryan's flushed face. "Yeah, I do, Miss Ryan. Women get real hot, too, don't they?"