The boy was getting very excited, his hand moving in a circular motion, a motion that slowly hiked her dress higher and higher until her legs were bare almost up to her crotch.
"How old was your mother then?" Eva asked. She was enjoying his affair with his pregnant mother.
"Oh, about twenty-five, I think. When she was in the late months she got to… well, needing it, I think."
"Needing what?" Eva said, knowing full well what he meant.
"Sex," the young man said.
Eva was in a daze of excitement. I'm needing it, too, she told herself.
"You probably won't believe this, but one day she opened her blouse and let me feel her. She sure had big ones. Yours look big, too."
She turned her face up to his. "God, honey, kiss me," she moaned. He kissed her long and hard, and expertly, too; not like the timid youth he appeared to be. While his tongue worked inside her mouth, she undid the buttons on her blouse. When they broke the kiss, she had her blouse all the way open. "God, honey, suck me," she cried, her hand going behind his head.
Her tits were huge, round and swollen with milk. The boy gasped and leaned toward her tit, quickly taking a nipple into his mouth.
"Oooooh, I like that." Eva sighed. "It's been three months since I was loved. Pregnant women turn my husband off. He won't come near me."
The young man raised his head. "The fool," he said. "Would you like to come to my place? There's no one there."
"Yes… no, I wouldn't dare," she said. "Just play with my tits and make me hot."
His hands cupped her tits while his mouth caressed the nipples into hard knobs. She closed her eyes and let her head hang back, her breath coming in short gasps.
"My mom couldn't control herself, finally," the boy said, "and just took all her clothes off in front of me. She laid down on the bed and had me kiss her… you know, between the legs."
"Oh, Jesus, Jesus!" Eva cried excitedly. "Put your hand between my legs!"
The boy felt his breath catch in his throat. He had been following pregnant women for years, but nothing like this had ever happened before. He put his hand on her thighs and slid it up to her crotch. She was naked under the skirt.
Eva saw his look of surprise and smiled. "I haven't worn any undies for weeks. They're too uncomfortable. Oooh, I'm so hot, honey. I wish I bad the nerve to come home with you, but I don't."
She spread her legs apart and he moved into the hair. It was soft and fluffy on her mound, but very wet around the lips of her cunt. He put one finger between the fat lips, nuzzling gently until he found her pussy.
"Push it in deep, deep," she moaned.
His mouth moved over her neck, her ears, her throat, her breasts, and then up to her lips, his finger plunging slowly in and out of her cunt. She moaned again and thrust against his fucking hand when the second finger went in.
"My dad was gone a lot and Mom really had the hots," he said, nipping first at one nipple and then the other. "I shouldn't tell you this, but a couple of weeks before she had my sister, she got so hot she couldn't stand it any longer and she… she let me fuck her."
"Oh God, oh Jesus… you bad, bad boy." Eva moaned. Her hand fumbled at the heavy lump in his lap. "Would you like for me to… to play with it?" she whispered.
"Yes, yes!" he said.
She got his fly open and brought out his hard cock and started slowly jacking him off. She almost swooned. It had been so long, and she so loved the feel of a man's cock in her fist. It felt so hot in her palm, and pulsed and jerked when she slid up and down the shaft. His prick was big and long and so hard, and she realized how much she had missed feeling a prick. It was unfair of her husband to hold out on her, and he deserved what she was doing now. She liked his cock, too, but she realized she liked this cock better, at the moment, at least.
She started coming and hunched against his hand, unable to suppress the grunts and groans. And then when he pushed a third finger all the way into her cunt, she came again, hard and almost painful, but wonderful, excruciatingly wonderful. Her hand flew on the boy's prick.
The boy straightened in his seat and went rigid. When she felt the first hot spurt run over her hand she lost all self-control and started to cry. She bent over and took his cock in her mouth, the tears running from her eyes, her mouth puffing the boy's sweet cum from the end of his cock. With the taste of jizz in her mouth, she came again, even harder than before.
The boy pulled his fingers from her cunt and shoved them into his mouth, sucking away her pussy juice while he hunched wildly into her drawing lips.
CHAPTER TEN
The next day, Eva put on a one-piece smock and a pair of red, flat-heeled shoes. She had fought with herself against going to the theater again, but she lost, and she carefully combed her golden hair and made up her face. She had been drinking all morning knowing that it would weaken her resolve not to go, and she took another stiff belt just before she left the apartment.
She saw him standing in front of the store next to the movie when she was still a block away. He looked at her and she waved.
"I was afraid you weren't coming," he said.
"I don't walk very fast," she said, looking down at the ground. She knew why she was here and felt awkward. "Let's not go to the movie today. Let's go right to your apartment," she said softly.
"Okay, but it's a house, not an apartment."
"You have a house?"
"I still live at home. It's my parents'."
Eva looked at him, a startled look on her face.
"They aren't home. It's okay," he said.
"Do you still… you know, with your mother?"
"No. She won't let me. I tried a couple of months ago and she slapped me." His face reddened.
"You poor darling." Eva said, taking his hand. "Let's go. I won't slap you." She let her finger tickle his palm. "I'll fuck you."
"Oh Jesus, Eva," he said, and tried to kiss her.
"Wait until we get to the car," she said.
In his car, a beat up old Ford, Eva moved very close to him, resting her hand on his lap, and waited to be kissed. She felt unusually horny even for Eva, deciding it was caused by the anticipation of knowing she was going to let him fuck her, and the delicious warm glow from drinking since early morning, and, of course, the feel of her young lover's cock, already hard and throbbing under her hand.
She didn't unzip him and take it out, but continued to fondle him through his pants, rubbing it briskly and then gripping it tightly as it stretched long and solid. The tingle in her cunt was growing, and she lifted her skirt up above her swelling, stomach to show him she was naked under her dress.
"Put your hand on my stomach," she said.
He glanced down and then put his hand on her belly.
"Feel it all over, honey, and then play with my cunt."
He circled his palm slowly, working downward until he was nuzzling in the soft hair. It felt soft and fuzzy like it had the day before, once again turning wet and sticky when he got down between her thighs. She was completely lubricated, her cunt a froth of slick juice.
"Push it in and finger fuck me, but do it slow and easy," she said. "I want to save my first come for your fat prick."
She almost couldn't, though, because the instant his finger entered her cunt, she almost made it. "Easy, baby, easy," she moaned, putting her hand over his to direct his activity. For the rest of the ride to his house she luxuriated in a warm glow of sexual ecstasy, floating exquisitely on the fringe of a tremendous orgasm.
It was a cozy-looking place, a white frame building with a picket fence. They climbed from the car and went inside, where it was as homey as it was outside, and as neat as a house could be.