Copyright© 1996

Mrs. Riley listened to the rain as she sat in her living room reading another of the trashy romance novels she had been addicted to since she was a girl. The house was empty, unusual for a Saturday night, and she was looking forward to a night of peace and quiet. The sudden ring of the doorbell caused her to glance up at the clock. Ten to eight, she wasn't expecting anyone. With a small sigh she put the book aside and left poor Rachel alone for the first time with her secret love - her father's stableboy.

A quick glance out the peephole identified the caller and she quickly undid the deadbolts on the door and opened it wide. Standing before her was a teenage boy, drenched by the rain.

"Good Evening, Mrs. Riley," the boy said as he dripped onto the foyer carpet.

"Michael Steven Cassidy, what are you doing out in weather like this, you'll catch your death in this downpour." She said as she ushered him inside.

"I just wanted to drop off Becky's report for school," he said as he produced a small binder wrapped in plastic from under his soaked jacket.

"I promised her I'd proof read it and get it back to her by tonight."

"Proof read, is it now." Katie Riley said with skepticism, "Are you sure you didn't just write it for her."

The guilty look on his face told her he had.

"Well we'll discuss this later," she said as she tossed the report on a nearby table. "First order of business is to get you out of those wet clothes. March yourself into the laundry room and toss all of those things into the dryer. You'll find some of Matt's old things in the basket that you can put on."

With a shrug, Michael headed for the laundry room.

Putting on a pot of tea while she waited for Michael to change, Katie worked up a few good angry thoughts for her youngest daughter, Becky Ann. Becky had been dating Michael for three months now, a fact which had surprise her from the onset. Michael was nothing like the boys she had usually gone out with. First off, he was very intelligent and well mannered, - a straight A student. Secondly, although he was very cute, Becky usually preferred a more rugged looking boy. It had been a futile hope that maybe she was finally growing up, but now Katie could see that Becky was only using the boy.

"This was all I could find that would fit." Mike said as he walked into the kitchen, holding onto the tie-string of the gym shorts that were too big for him.

Katie bit her lower lip to prevent a laugh. Her middle son's pants were at least 2 sizes too big, but at least the T-shirt had shrunk enough to fit. If he were to let go of the pants, she was sure they would drop to the ground. She quickly dis- missed the image, not wanting to make fun of the boy.

"Sit and have a cup of tea, it'll warm you up." She said putting a large mug in front of him as he sat down.

"Thank you." he said quietly.

Silently they drank their tea. He was cute, Katie thought to herself, sandy brown hair, blue eyes and a swimmer's form. And that was at 16, give him another year or two and he'd really break hearts. All he lacked was self-confidence, without it he was just another boy Becky had wrapped around her little finger.

Aware that Mrs. Riley was looking at him, Michael felt very uncomfortable. At 42, Katie Riley was still an very attractive woman, like her daughter Becky. Although she tended to be on the heavy side, her weight was evenly distributed as to give her a full bodied figure.

The most striking feature of which was a set of 38D breasts. Breasts Michael was all to conscious of as he tried not to stare at them though the thin house-dress Katie wore.

"How long have you been doing Becky's schoolwork? Katie asked as she put down her mug.

"About 3 months," Mike answered.

"I though so," Katie said. "Doesn't it bother you that all you are to her is someone to do her schoolwork?"

"No, we really go out..." Michael said excitedly. "She showed me that she really likes me!"

"Oh really now?" Mrs. Riley asked "And how does she do that?"

Michael sat there speechless, he knew he'd said too much.

"You can tell me, Michael, I'm not going to get mad. I know all about the things boys and girls do together."

"Well... we kiss and sometimes she lets me touch her," Michael said, red with embarrassment. He found he couldn't escape the older woman's inquiries. "And sometimes she touches me..."

"She jerks you off?"

"Ye... Yes... a few times." Michael stammered, amazed at the question.

"Has she ever sucked you off?"

"No..." he yelled. "She wouldn't ever do something like that!"

Katie smiled in amusement, the boy was in love with Becky. She was the first girl he'd ever had any sexual contact with and it had blinded him to the fact that she was using him.

"You'd be surprised what Becky does..." Katie continued, it wasn't fair that she had to burst his illusion, but it was for his own good. "Did you know she's not even a virgin, she's been on the pill for almost a year."

"No, she told me that she was saving herself. That's why we couldn't do it" Michael said in Becky's defense.

"Oh she told you that..." Katie replied. "And where did she say she was going tonight?"

"Becky said she was going to spend the night in Bakerville with her cousin Suzie." Mike said, wavering in his answer. "Helping her get ready for her prom."

Katie shook her head, thinking of a few more choice things she wanted to say to her daughter.

"Oh she went to Bakerville all right, but she went as Timmy Clancy's prom date."

"No..." Mike said "She wouldn't do that..."

But deep down he knew that she would and did. Realization came over him and tears began to well up.

"I'm sorry Michael," Katie said as she took him into her arms and held him. "Let it all out, it's OK."

Katie held the boy as he cried, rocking him gently and brushing his hair. It was a hard thing to lose young illusions. After a few minutes of holding his head against her ample breasts, Katie realized the boy had a hard-on.

As soon as Katie looked at the bulge in his shorts, Michael jumped back and began to quickly apologize.

"I'm sorry... I didn't mean to do anything..."

"That's OK, I know it was just a natural reaction..." Katie said in a soothing voice. "In fact if anything I should be complimented."

Looking again at the bulge, Katie wondered just how big it was if she could notice it though the too large shorts.

"I guess I'd better get going..." Michael said.

"Nonsense, " Katie said. "It's still pouring out and your clothes are still in the dryer."

Michael looked around the kitchen, trying to look at anything but Mrs. Riley's huge breasts.

"Just out of curiosity... what did Becky promise you for doing the report?"

Michael shifted in his seat, the question didn't do anything to make him lose his hard-on. He still couldn't stop answering Katie's questions.

"She said she would rub my cock for me..." he answered, his face growing redder and his cock growing harder.

Katie glanced down again at the boy's growing cock and smiled. "It's a shame you did all that work and then miss out on your reward."

Michael then almost passed out as Mrs. Riley reached out and slid her hand into the gym shorts and pulled out his hard cock.

"Impressive..." Katie said with a smile as she rubbed the length of the 7" boy-cock. "Becky doesn't know a good thing when she sees it."

All Mike could do was sigh as Mrs. Riley continued to stroke his erection. Standing him up, she reached down and cupped his balls, playing with them as well.

"Do you want me to stop?" She asked, knowing full well the boy would never say yes.

"No, it feels so good."

Michael quickly lost himself in the pleasure Katie's finger's brought him. Her experienced touch was quickly evident as she brought him to the verge of orgasm.

"I think I'm going to come..." He said as he closed his eyes.

A sudden warm wetness engulfed his cock, causing Michael's eyes to spring open. To his astonishment, Mrs. Riley had taken his cock into her mouth and was now sucking it with vigor.

Michael felt the sensation of her sucking down to his toes. He was so close it hurt. Katie clamped her fingers around the base of his cock, preventing him from ejaculating. Every lick of her tongue, every time she mouthed him whole, caused Michael to feel like he was going to explode. But it was such a wonderful feeling.

Finally, Katie released her hold on his ball sac and felt the rush of hot cum erupt from them - a second before it began to shoot into her mouth and throat. She deep throated his cock, massaging his penis with her gulping throat wall, swallowing every spurt of salty boy-cum. Savoring both the taste and the knowledge that this was the first blow job he'd ever had.

After what seemed like an endless supply of boy-juice, his cock began to soften and Katie let it slip from her mouth. She wiped her lips with her tongue, catching the few drops with had escaped her.

"Did you enjoy that?" She asked.

"I don't think enjoy is the word..." Michael panted. "I feel like I've had a religious experience."

"Well now you see what Becky was holding out on you." She said with a grin, certain that he would be getting over her cock-teasing daughter real fast.