"Have you seen my sister?"
Sandy jumped. She had been deep in thought about her son fucking Julie, and, when Tommy came up and spoke, she damn near pissed in her panties.
"Oh!" she said. "Tommy, you frightened me."
"I'm sorry, Sandy," the boy said.
He was standing at the base of the ladder, trying hard not to look up. That one brief peek had shown him this lovely woman's thighs and panties, and now he was embarrassed.
Sandy smiled, knowing what he had seen. Recalling that Tommy, too, had come close to being seduced by his sister, Sandy made certain her skirt swung out in case he peeked again.
"Julie went off bike riding with Richard," she said. "Didn't they invite you, Tommy?"
"Julie is always doing this to me," he said.
"Well, why don't you stay here and wait for them to come back? You can help me scrape paint."
"I guess so, Sandy," he said, looking at his feet. "What do you want me to do?"
"I'm getting tired," she replied, coming down the ladder. "Why don't you scrape awhile."
"Okay," he agreed.
Sandy looked at his pants and grinned. He had gotten enough of a peek under her dress to make his cock hard. She handed him the scraper, hoping that what she had in mind wouldn't shock the shit out of him. But if he was messing with his sister, too, he needed what she was ready to give him – her hot cunt!
Tommy went up the ladder, and Sandy stood at the base looking up at him. He wore jogging shorts, and his thighs were smooth and hairless. When he started scraping, her eyes fixed upon his small ass and Sandy pressed her hand against her cunt.
She stepped up on the two bottom rungs of the ladder and placed her hands on his thighs. She felt Tommy tremble but he didn't look down at her. He began to scrape paint furiously. Sandy knew she could do it now.
Tommy wouldn't make a sound.
She stroked his thighs, moving her fingers to the edges of his shorts. Her eyes blazed with hunger as she placed her palms on the cheeks of his ass, outside his shorts. She began to feel his ass, squeezing his ass checks. Tommy gasped, but remained still, trembling as her hands fondled him. She slipped one hand underneath his shorts, finding the leg of his jockey shorts.
"Sandy, what are you doing?"
"Hush, baby," she whispered, digging her fingers into the flesh of his ass. "Just hush and enjoy it."
She felt his ass tighten, and squeezed it.
"Nice," she whispered. "Very nice, Tommy!"
She leaned in, kissing the back of his leg, darting the tip of her tongue against his flesh. When she started licking his thigh, she slipped her other hand in front of him, feeling his cock.
"Golly, Sandy," he grunted, dropping the scraper and leaning against the ladder.
She squeezed his cock and ass.
"You like what I'm doing, Tommy?" she whispered, running her tongue near the edge of his shorts.
"Yes, I like it, Sandy, but…"
"Then hush and enjoy it."
She shoved the leg of his shorts up, seeing the crease of his ass crack blending with his thigh. At the same time, she shoved her other hand into his shorts, trying to get his cock free.
"Help me, Tommy," she hissed.
With his help, she got his cock out of the side of his shorts. Gripping his prick tightly, she began to pump, to jack his cock. She dug her fingers into his ass cheek as she jerked his prick, her tongue flicking at his thigh, licking at the crease.
"Such a big hard-on," she murmured. "I love it when a boy has a hard-on, Tommy. It feels so good, touching a cock when it's so hard. Can you come, Tommy? I'd love to make you come."
Holding his cock tight, jacking back and forth, she felt her cunt start to bubbling with juicy heat. She knew neighbors could see them but she didn't care. She felt driven to jack Tommy off. She never felt this way before yesterday, would never in the world do such a thing, but after fucking her son, Sandy knew what she wanted and she was going for it.
Her fist pumped at his cock, her hands at his ass shoving his shorts as far away as she could. She stared at the exposed cheek of his ass, then began to kiss and lick feverishly, jerking swiftly on his pulsating prick.
Tommy was hanging onto the ladder, his legs shaking, not understanding but not wanting to stop.
"We've got to hurry before someone sees us," Sandy said, breathing hotly against the exposed cheek of his ass. "We've got to make you come quickly, baby."
She pounded hard and fast on his cock, wishing he was naked, wanting to watch his young balls swing, to see and lick at his young ass. Never had she done such a thing as kiss an ass, or even considered doing so, but that was before. She was different now, a changed woman – an erotic woman.
"Oh… oooh," she heard Tommy pant.
His cock jerked in her pumping fist. Sandy whimpered with excitement, jacking as fast as she could, her arm around his hip. She saw his exposed ass cheek tighten as he pressed into her jerking fist. His cock throbbed powerfully, so hard she was amazed. She darted her tongue out to lick the flat surface about the smooth flesh of his ass cheek, her breath hot. Her cunt was pulsing wetly, and she wondered if perhaps she, too, would come.
Tommy was groaning loudly now, clinging to the ladder with his arms wrapped about it. Pressing her face against the cheek of his trembling ass, Sandy kissed, opening her lips and sucking at his fevered ass cheek. His cock was close to eruption now, very close. She jacked him so hard that her fist made a smacking sound.
"I'm… gonna… oh, Sandy!"
She felt the deep pulsation as his cock squirted.
"Mmmmmm, beautiful," she whispered against his ass, her lips kissing in a feverish way, the tip of her tongue licking in frenzy. She felt some of his hot come juice on her hand as it gushed from his cock to fly downward. She cupped the head of his cock, letting him came into her palm. Her cunt seemed to expand, and then she was in a fantastic orgasm of her own. Jacking on his cock once more, her fist slippery with come juice, she kept it up until his balls were empty. Even then she didn't want to turn him loose, but his cock was softening, becoming small. The spasms her cunt had gone through made her weak, so weak she had to lean into the ladder and wait for strength to return to her legs before she attempted to step down.
She gave his cock a pat, then stepped to the ground. Her first instinct was to glance about quickly, wondering if anyone had seen what she had done to Tommy. No one was about, but she blushed faintly, yet she felt good. She looked up at the boy who still clung to the ladder.
"Come down, Tommy," she said softly.
Her eyes blazed at the one ass cheek as Tommy climbed down the ladder. When he turned toward her, he looked down at the ground shyly. His cock was still out, and she saw his prick glistening wetly in the sun. A glob of come juice was on his thigh near one knee. She stooped and wiped it away, wiping her finger on her dress.
She tucked a finger under his chin, lifting his face. Although there was a flush on his face, his eyes sparkled. She smiled down at him and suddenly pressed her lips to his, kissing the startled boy.
"Don't act so embarrassed, Tommy," she said softly. "I wanted to jerk you off, and don't tell me you didn't like it."
"I won't," Tommy said, his voice low.
She placed her hand on his wet cock, giving him a gentle squeeze, and his flush burned deeper.
Sandy laughed with delight and pulled at his prick.
"Come on, Tommy," she said. "Stop blushing."
"I can't help it," he replied.
"Here, look at this," Sandy said, and she lifted her skirt in front. Tommy gulped as he stared at her thighs, at her lacy panties. "Now, is that anything to blush about? Tommy, this is for fun!"
She ran her hand down between her thighs, feeling the wetness of her panties. Looking about almost guiltily, she took his wrist and pressed his palm into her cunt, rubbing his hand back and forth.