During clean up, there were several times the storm caused the lights to flicker. At one point they went out completely. Trixie reached for the cabinet underneath the sink where they kept a flashlight. Her arm brushed against one of the boys. More specifically, it brushed against the crotch of one of the boys. The contact was brief, but Trixie could feel the heat emanating from beneath the material (she thought it felt like soccer shorts). Whoever it was, he was semi-hard down there. And he was big. She felt someone bump into her from behind, and felt another dick, this one completely rigid, temporarily slide along her butt cheeks. She felt her heart beat faster and her palms began to sweat. But as quickly as it arrived, it was gone. Trixie realized that one of the things she was feeling was disappointment. She shook her head. ‘Just remember,’ she thought. ‘Half your age, half your age.’ She found the flashlight just as the lights came back on. She was bent over reaching into the counter. She glanced back and saw all of the boys looking at her posterior before guiltily looking away. Trixie could hardly believe she had that kind of affect on them. After all, they probably just saw her as an old lady.
It was past ten o’clock but no one seemed tired, so Trixie popped one of her husband’s action movies into the dvd player and they all sat down to watch. Trixie was distracted though. She could get the thought of what happened earlier out of her head. She found herself wondering whose privates she had touched with her hand and whose had been nestled between her butt cheeks. Two people were wearing soccer shorts, Dennis and Mike, so she must have accidentally groped one of them. The one at her backside . . . ‘Oh, stop it, Trixie. It was nothing.’ She just wished she could convince her still rapidly-beating heart that it was nothing. And she wished she could stop staring at their crotches.
Eventually the movie ended and it was time for bed. She put two of the boys in the spare bedroom, one in her son’s room, one on the couch and one in the overly-large recliner chair. She then went to her room and got ready for bed. She slipped into a pair of lacy, powder-blue panties and matching bra. She didn’t realize until she was brushing her teeth what she was wearing; it was her favorite ‘fuck me’ outfit she wore when she was trying to get her husband’s attention. Now why had she put it on? She shrugged and climbed into bed. It was awfully hot and humid, so she threw back all the covers and lay there almost completely exposed to the world. Without even thinking about it, her hands drifted south of the border. She often masturbated when Paul was away. Hell, she often masturbated when he was around. She slipped her hand under the flimsy material of her underwear and began fingering herself. She was already quite wet down there. She was surprised at how anxious she was to do this, considering there were strange people in her house. The moonlight was shining in the open window, bathing her body in a magnificent pale light. She reached orgasm in record time, and she tried very hard not to gasp out loud. Her body shook while she continued sticking her fingers deep inside her body. It felt . . . well, delicious. Out of the corner of her eye, she thought she saw something move. She realized then that the door wasn’t completely shut. ‘Oh my God,’ she thought again. ‘Please don’t let anyone have seen me.’
She got up, sweat and lace plastered to her body. She went to the door and glanced out. There was no one there. But she heard a door squeak down the hall, and saw a light appear under the bathroom door. Hmm. She wandered down the hall as quietly as she could. She was vaguely aware that she was clad only in her lingerie, but that didn’t matter much. Whoever had gone in the bathroom hadn’t shut the door all the way. She peeked through the crack at the bathroom mirror.
She saw Dennis standing next to the tub, leaning forward with one hand on the wall. His shorts were around his ankles and his shirt was on the counter. And even though she couldn’t see what he was doing (as his back was to her), she knew he was jerking off. And he was into it, too. His muscular back was taut and his round little ass was clenched as he whacked away. He was muttering under his breath. She strained to make out was he was saying. Then she heard it.
“Oh, Mrs. Branch! Oh Trixie!” Holy shit! He was fantasizing about her! This hot young stud was fantasizing about a thirty-seven-year-old soccer mom! She knew she should turn and go back to her room. That would be the proper thing to do. But at that moment, she didn’t give a damn about being proper.
She quickly and quietly slipped into the room. “So,” she said, “was it you spying on me a minute ago?”
Dennis turned with a look of shock and embarrassment on his face. In a panic, he started reaching for his shorts. He did so in such a rush that he lost his balance. He started to fall backward but managed to catch the edge of the tub before falling in. His member wound up pointed skyward for all the world, or at least his hostess, to see.
Trixie had never seen such a beautiful dick. Of course, she only had her husband to compare it to, but her husband’s equipment was nothing compared to this. It was eight inches long with a large head. It was cleanly shaved, as were the heavy balls that hung underneath. It was waving wildly through the air like a compass in a magnetic storm.
“Did I do that?” she continued. “Did this old lady get you all hard?”
“Old lady? Mrs. B, when you first showed up at the school, everyone thought you were Roger’s sister, not his mother. Everyone thinks you’re the hottest lady in town. And . . . Oh damn, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be saying stuff like that to you. I’ll . . . I’ll call my folks to come get me and . . .”
He was silenced as she moved forward, reached out and took his raging hard-on in her hand. “I . . . I don’t want you to go. Do you really think I’m hot?”
“Yeah. Oh that feels good! Yeah, you’re really hot!”
“No one has told me that in a long time.” She began stroking his meat. She didn’t believe what she was doing. But this young man thought she was sexy. He fantasized about her. And that made her feel good! She wanted to feel like that. And she wanted this eighteen year old boy. She lowered the toilet lid and sat down on it. She took Dennis’s rod in both her hands and pulled and tugged on it gently. She was mesmerized by it. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. He was moaning gently, enjoying the feel of her hands.
“Shh,” she whispered. “You don’t want to wake the others, do you?” She looked straight at the head of his penis. “You know how I keep from making noise sometimes?” She extended the tip of her tongue and licked the faint trace of pre-cum off the head, eliciting another moan that was laced with surprise. “I stick something in my mouth.” With that, she descended on that big, beautiful dick. Once upon a time, she was able to make Paul beg for oral sex, but he had eventually grown tired of it just like everything else. She hoped she could still do it all right. From Dennis’s expression, she was doing just fine. She went down about five inches on each stroke before pulling up, exerting as much suction as she could with her lips. She cupped his balls with one hand while keeping the other circled around the base of the shaft. She knew that if she squeezed at the right time, she could prolong his erection for a while. The sensation was incredible for both of them. Trixie missed the feeling of having her lips split by man-meat and the feeling of cum on her tongue.
“Hey Dennis, are you almost . . .” Oh shit! Mike had just walking in the bathroom. Trixie had forgotten to lock the door. There was no point trying to pretend that nothing was going on. So rather than fight it, she decided to go for it.
“What,” she said after pulling her lips from Dennis’s shaft with a slurping noise, “were you raised in a barn? Come on it if you want some of this!” She couldn’t believe the words coming out of her mouth just before a young cock sank back into it. Mike looked incredulous, but he stepped forward and dropped his pants. His cock was a little shorter than Dennis’ s, but it was just as thick and quite lovely. Mike was muttered something in Spanish, but it was clear what he wanted. He stood next to Dennis as Trixie began shifting her attention between them. She could scarcely believe that she was performing oral sex on two young men, both of whom played soccer with her son, but she didn’t want to stop. She ran her hands over their tight buns when she wasn’t grasping their balls.
“Boys, let’s go . . . (Slurp) . . . to my room. It’ll be a bit more comfortable.” She stood up, grabbed their erections, and led them down the hall to her bedroom. She flipped on the light; she wanted to see everything. She led the two young men to the bed and had them sit down. She knelt in front of them and continued her oral attentions. She had them both moaning audibly now. Once, she put the heads of their penises together and fit both of them in her mouth, though not without some difficulty. The she sucked Mike’s dick all the way back into her mouth again while stroking Dennis.
“Holy Shit!” She glanced back and saw James in the doorway with a tent in his pajama bottoms.
“What are you staring at? Haven’t you ever seen a grown woman going down on your friends before?” Trixie wasn’t sure if she just wasn’t thinking clearly or if she had achieved a clarity unknown to her before. But she wanted these boys to desire her. James took a step forward. “Before you join in, go get the others.” All three boys looked incredulous at that. “What? I’m just being polite to all my guests.” James disappeared, and Dennis’s dick disappeared down her throat.
“See,” came James’s voice, “I told you!” Trixie looked behind her and Jim and Lance had joined James.
“Okay,” said Trixie. “I’m not sure why I’m doing this, but I want you. I want all of you. But only if you promise not to tell anyone!” The sight of three more pairs of pants/pajamas hitting the floor was the response she got, but it was the only response she needed. She indicated for each of the boys to sit on the edge of the bed, and she sat back to gaze at them. Dennis’s eight-inch shaft was easily the longest, but all of them were beautiful. Mike’s she had already sucked. Jim and James were another couple of seven-inchers. Lance’s black dick was also seven inches, but thicker than any of the others. She wasn’t sure how she was going to fit in her mouth, but she was determined to try.
While she checked them out, they checked her out. “Damn, Mrs. B! You are the sexiest woman ever!” That was Lance. “And I’ve seen a lot of on-line porn!” That broke what was remaining of the ice and left Trixie giggling.