Tom and Mrs Mortimer

The sun shone brightly as Tom Watson walked through the garden and
around the side of the house. It was hot, and Tom was thirsty. During
his school holidays, Tom had been helping his parents' neighbour, Mrs
Mortimer, to clear and tend her garden. For the fifteen year old boy,
the extra pocket money had come in handy. Apart from that, he liked Mrs
Mortimer. She was friendly, relaxed and always happy to chat with
him.

Tom's family had known Mrs Mortimer since they moved in next door to
her nine years ago. She was 45, a little bit on the plump side, 5'5
tall, but still attractive. Her husband worked in the town as an
accountant, while she stayed at home, the typical suburban
housewife.
Tom turned the corner of the house and stood by the opened kitchen
window.

"Mrs Mortimer?" he called.

Mrs Mortimer was in the kitchen, with her back turned to him. She
turned when she heard Tom call and smiled at him.

"Hi Tom. It's hot isn't it? Would you like to come in for a
drink?".

She opened the back door and let Tom in. It had been very warm outside,
and Tom had stripped to his waist whilst working in the garden. As Tom
entered the kitchen he noticed Mrs Mortimer glance at his bare
shoulders and chest. She turned and got both herself and him a coke
from the fridge. As she bent down, Tom couldn't help but notice how
short her summer mini-skirt was. Not bad, he thought. She turned back
to him and handed him his drink.

"Shall we go into the lounge? It's a little cooler in there."

Leading the way she took Tom through into the living room, and sat down
on the sofa, patting the place beside her. Mrs Mortimer was wearing a
low-cut white vest top, and from where Tom was standing he suddenly
became aware of the enormous cleavage which presented itself to his
gaze. He glanced up and realized Mrs Mortimer had seen where he had
been looking. Embarrassed, he quickly sat down next to her.

For a while they were both silent, content just to sip their cokes and
relax. Even though it was cooler in the living room, it was still warm.
The sun shone in from the windows looking out on the garden, and Tom
could hear the sound of songbirds floating in through the opened
windows.

"So tell me, Tom. What have you been doing this holiday?"

"Well Mrs Mortimer, I've been helping you. Haven't really done much
else."

Mrs Mortimer crossed her legs. Her skirt hitched just that little bit
higher up her already exposed thighs. Tom tried to steal a glance at
them, but felt very self-conscious.

"You don't mind helping me, do you Tom?" she asked.

"N-no. Not at all Mrs Mortimer. I love coming over".

"I'm glad, Tom, because I love having you here too".

Mrs Mortimer put her coke down on a side table by the sofa and leaned
back. As she did so, her huge breasts pushed out a little more against
her white top. Tom tried not to glance again out of the corner of his
eye. He began to feel a slight swelling begin in his shorts. He held
the glass of coke in his lap, hoping to hide it.

"Tom, don't you have a girlfriend who you see at all?"

"Er no, not at the moment Mrs Mortimer". Truth to tell, Tom hadn't
dated much at all, and he didn't feel much like boasting about
that.

"No one at the moment? Don't worry, Tom. I'm sure the right one will
come along. Phew! It is hot isn't it, Tom? Even in here".

Mrs Mortimer lifted an arm, almost casually, and laid it along the top
of the sofa behind Tom's head. Tom tried to resist the urge to glance
at Mrs Mortimer's chest, but this time he couldn't stop himself. Her
huge plump breasts were straining against the flimsy white material of
the vest top, and as he looked, Tom could clearly make out the lacy
outline of Mrs Mortimer's bra. His mouth felt dry, and there was no
stopping the straining of the erection in his shorts.

"Do you like what you see, Tom?" Mrs Mortimer asked.

Tom gasped and looked away. Very embarrassed, he took a gulp of his
coke.

"It's alright, Tom. You can look as long as you want. Here. Maybe this
will help".

With that, Mrs Mortimer leaned forward and pulled off her top. Tom
gasped again and this time started staring. Only a few inches away from
him were the most magnificent breasts, bulging in the flimsy white lace
bra which barely held them.

"Do you like them, Tom?" Mrs Mortimer asked.

Tom couldn't reply. He just nodded , as his head spun and the front of
his shorts threatened to explode.

"I've watched you, Tom Watson, taking sneaky looks at my boobs all
summer. Now I should be angry with you for that, but I can't be,
because you've been such a help to me in the garden. I think you
deserve a special prize for all your help, and this is it."

Tom nodded again.

"In fact, because you've been so helpful, I'm going to give you an
extra bonus prize. Lie back here with your head in my lap, Tom".

Tom scooted over and lay back against Mrs Mortimer's legs. Above him
all he could see was the underside of the two huge cups holding Mrs
Mortimer's breasts.

"You see, Tom, you're my little baby boy now. And you know what little
baby boys are good at don't you?".

With that, Mrs Mortimer reached behind her and undid the clip holding
her bra together. As she slid the bra down her arms and threw it on the
floor, he gigantic breasts spilled out over Tom's face. Tom was
smothered by the creamy tit-flesh. Mrs Mortimer enveloped Tom's face
with her breasts and began to mash them together against Tom.

"Mmm. See. That's nice isn't it Tom. Ooh, I bet you've been wanting to
do this for a long time. I know I have".

Tom could only groan as Mrs Mortimer pushed her mountainous breasts
into his face. At last he came up for air, as Mrs Mortimer leaned back
and looked over the top of her breasts at him.

"Now my baby boy, come and feed from mummy".

With that she cupped one of her huge breasts and fed the nipple into
Tom's hungry mouth. Tom began immediately to suck greedily at the prize
Mrs Mortimer had offered. He could feel the surprising hardness of her
nipple rubbing against his tongue, as the softer plump flesh of her
breast pressed against his lips.

Mrs Mortimer just sat there, leaning over Tom. She groaned in pleasure
as Tom began flicking the nipple with his tongue, teasing her. After a
while she pulled that breast away from his eager mouth.

"Now the other one. Ahh, that's it Tom. Suck it my baby. Mmm"

Tom happily obliged, as the other enormous breast was pushed against
his mouth. He began sucking happily at it like a baby, content to keep
up a rhythmic tug on her nipple as he latched onto her.

Mrs Mortimer groaned, and reached down to Tom's shorts. With one hand
she managed to undo the zip, and then pop open the top button. She
delved into Tom's boxers, and quickly grasped his straining penis. He
felt her hand pull him out of his shorts, grasping his rigid erection
firmly, and begin to stroke his penis up and down.

Now it was Tom's turn to groan with pleasure as Mrs Mortimer began to
masturbate him with one hand, whilst with the other to continue feed
him her breast. Tom began to buck his hips in response to the
incredible hand job Mrs Mortimer was giving him. He knew he couldn't
last much longer, but was surprised when Mrs Mortimer suddenly took her
hand away from his penis, and pull her breast from his mouth.

"Because you're such a good boy, Tom, I'm going to let you see
something very special now. I want you to kneel on the floor in front
of me and watch this very carefully. Take your shorts and boxers off",
she said.

Tom slid off the sofa, stepped out of his clothes and knelt in front of
her. Mrs Mortimer lay back and looked at Tom.

"Now my darling, I want you to pull my skirt off".

Tom reached forward and put his hands out.

"Uh uh. Not with your hands, Tom. With your teeth".

Tom smiled and leaned forward. He grasped the waist band of Mrs
Mortimer's mini-skirt with his teeth, and pulled it down. He looked at
where Mrs Mortimer's knickers should have been. They weren't any there.
Mrs Mortimer giggled slightly.

"See. I was so excited earlier on watching your lovely body as you
worked in the garden that I got so wet I had to take my knickers off!
Now watch."

Mrs Mortimer leaned back and opened her legs. Tom looked on mesmerized,
as she licked one of her fingers and reached down between her legs and
started to rub the wet and glistening gash presented to him. With her
other hand she began to knead her massive breasts which lay splayed out
across her chest.

"Mmm. This feels so good."

Tom watched with growing amazement as she began to insert first one,
then more of her fingers into herself, pushing them in and out as she
writhed on the sofa before him.

"Do you like...the show...ah" she gasped, as she continued to
masturbate herself in front of him.

"Yes. I think it's fantastic!" Tom managed to say.

"I need..ah...something more.." Mrs Mortimer moaned. "I want you to
lick me where my hand is. Will you do that for me, Tom? Stick your
tongue in there...mmm...and eat me out.."

Mrs Mortimer moved her hand away and opened her legs further for Tom.
Tom needed no further instructions. He leaned forward and began first
to lick the little rosebud peeking out. He could smell the sultry
scents emanating from Mrs Mortimer, and began to taste the salty juices
that flowed from her. His senses were reeling.

"Yes, suck my clit...ah!" cried Mrs Mortimer.

Tom tried to oblige, and started to suck and tease her clitoris, whilst
using his fingers to stimulate her deeper inside. Mrs Mortimer began
moaning loudly and her hips started bucking against Tom.

"Ah...yes darling...that's it...mmm..." she moaned, as the pleasure
from her lust swept over her. She closed her eyes and began tugging at
her breasts with both hands, pinching her nipples and rubbing the vast
mounds with the palms of her hands. After a while, she lifted Tom's
head gently from between her legs.

"Now lie on your back, my darling. I want to straddle your face."

Tom moved back and did what he was asked. Mrs Mortimer knelt beside
Tom, then lifting a leg over him she settled down on his face. Tom,
looking up could see her huge breasts hanging out above him. He began
to stick his tongue as far in as he could, not caring if his teeth
nipped the delicate tissues, as he strove to stimulate this lust-crazed
older woman. Mrs Mortimer sat on his face, mauling at her own breasts,
groaning with pleasure. Soon she began to grind her hips into him,
mashing her vagina into Tom's mouth, crying out in ecstasy.

"Ohh...ah..ohh...mmm...yes Tom...yes my darling...nearly there...keep
going...mmm...mmm...ahh...yes, yes, YES!! AHHH!"

As she climaxed, Tom felt a surge of her juices pour out of her over
his face and mouth. Mrs Mortimer bore down on Tom, pushing and
squirming against him as wave after wave poured over her. Finally she
slumped down, and rolled off Tom's face.

Tom just lay there gasping. His face was soaked, and the base of his
tongue was sore from all the stretching it had had to do. But his
erection was still raging now, and he needed release. He quickly
straddled Mrs Mortimer as she lay beside him and pushed his erect penis
between her enormous breasts. Mrs Mortimer looked down and
grinned.

"Oooh, naughty boy", she said, "You want a tit-fuck do you?"

She pushed her breasts around Tom's erect penis. Tom looked down with
lust-filled eyes. The sight was incredible. He began to shove his
trapped penis forwards and backwards between Mrs Mortimer's breasts,
holding on to them for better purchase. Mrs Mortimer looked up into
Tom's face and saw the lust there.

"You naughty boy! I can see you like that. Well so do I. Come on, you
deserve this special treat".

Tom began to tit-fuck her like crazy. Faster and faster he moved, while
Mrs Mortimer began to shimmy her breasts against him. Then she reached
lower and began to cup Tom's balls, squeezing and caressing them. It
was all too much for poor old Tom. He could feel his penis throbbing
and tightening, and the tension beginning to build.

"Ahh...I'm gonna come any minute!" he cried.

"Come, my darling. Spunk up between my boobs. They're all yours to
cream over. Come on. Shoot your load over them for me!"

"Ahh...yes...I'm gonna come...ah! Ahhh!"

With a last couple of frantic shoves, Tom's sperm exploded all over Mrs
Mortimer's heaving breasts, shooting jets of creamy sperm over them,
and even splashing Mrs Mortimer in the face in great pearly gobs.

When he had spent his seed, Tom collapsed beside her and lay against
her breasts. He didn't care about the sticky mess he's made. He began
kissing and sucking them again like a baby, tasting his own spunk as he
did so. Mrs Mortimer lay there, holding his against her chest. She
gently caressed the back of his head and smiled in pleasure as Tom
carried on licking and cleaning her breasts.

"Mmm. What a good boy. Now what shall I let you do if you mow my lawn,
I wonder..."

But that, as they say, is another story.