Mrs. Miller - Part 1
by TitSlave


	Mrs. Audrey Miller ran upstairs to make her pretty face even prettier, eager to 
change into presentable clothes and jump in the car with her husband Burt.  They were 
going to the movies.  She needed a break from the domestic routine. The early June 
evening was  steamy and it had made the day long. She had just set up her two boys, an 
eight and a six year old, in the family room with pizza, chips, and two Disney movies.

	She took her daily stock of the 31-year-old  housewife in the mirror. She thought 
about her looks as she rolled lipstick on and made up her big, sparkling brown eyes.  Just 
a few, tiny wrinkles - not bad for my age, she thought.  Her tinted blonde hair still had 
some adolescent sheen, and her skin was nicely tanned, smooth and youthful.  The early 
evening's sun pierced the subdued grays of the master bedroom and  brightly lit her neck 
and her face.  Mrs. Miller was full of sexiness.

	Two births had left her a few pounds heavier than when she had married Burt 
back in 1993.  Only some of the extra weight had gone to her arms, and only a bit - 
thankfully - to her waist and her calves.  Her legs still had a sexy dancer's look to them.  
Burt's $200,000 per year income allowed her to hire a personal trainer to make sure she 
could keep it trim around her middle and in her calves.  

	The rest of the weight gain went to her generous and very round butt, her shapely 
thighs, and her chest.  Her large, firm breasts, already heavy and very full when she 
married, were now even larger. The round masses of flesh pushed even further out, and 
the sides, against her arms.  The bottoms of her weighty boobs sat just above her navel, 
the oversized aureoles staring proudly.  She smiled and recalled that when she developed 
quickly in junior high she was able to hold a pencil under each breast, and by high school 
several pencils, and by college flashlights.  Other girls thought she was weird but she 
loved to show off her breasts with guys on dates to dramatize the dimensions of her bust.

	She lifted each tit into the new French weave black bra.  She adjusted it so that the 
cups pushed up a bit. Shaking her head at the tight fit she buttoned a thin red blouse over 
her EE cup bust that sometimes went up to an F.  Her breasts strained at the material, 
forcing a small opening between two buttons in the middle of the blouse. The hard 
working brassiere peeked out from this opening.

	She was surprising herself lately at how she more and more enjoyed the male 
stares - and how she, unlike most women who diligently avoided eye contact, enjoyed 
smiling back. Just for the buzz I get from it, she told herself.  When she was first married 
she used to cover herself and wear clothes to downplay her very generous endowment.  
Increasingly she was buying tank tops and tube tops, and wearing them, sometimes 
braless. The attention made her feel good.  And down deep, she was bored with the 
predictable life she had with her husband.  Other masculine eyes on her body felt naughty 
and fun. Her return glances were sinful, and the games of getting stares and staring back 
fed her occasional fantasy about a young hunk making love to her on an imaginary beach 
somewhere.  

	She more and more cultivated the feeling of getting noticed and flirting behind 
Burt's back.  It distracted her from being trapped into a love life with Burt that never 
changed and had no electricity in it.  He had always been easy to provoke to jealousy, and 
she found herself  getting some charge out of playing with his touchiness. 

	She did wonder whether she was getting addicted to other men's eyes and 
reactions, particularly young ones.  The feeling of restlessness and curiosity was growing, 
and less and less she struggled to deny it.  She found herself spending more time with 
fantasies, and more time feeling anxious.  And she had this perverse impulse to get Burt 
anxious, to perforate his scrupulously smiling face.  When he got uptight he tried a mask 
of smiles, passing off bothersome things with a chuckle.

	As she finished freshening up she heard a strong, youthful manly voice 
downstairs.  Burt had gone to pick up a baby-sitter they had used over a year ago. Tonight 
their regular girl,  Jen, was in bed with the flu.  So at the last minute Burt called a kid 
named Denny Kohler, now bound for the state university.  And the kids had really liked 
him last year.  

	Audrey had not really cared for Denny when he had worked for them.  She 
remembered with annoyance the thin twirp.  He was like a beanpole.  He seemed to have 
a gift with their children, but what a nerd!  She had wondered why a boy watching her 
kids couldn't be more fit looking.  She liked to kid Burt about how she wanted to date 
young guys they encountered at the public pool or at the mall.  So she was disappointed 
last year that Denny was so un-masculine looking.  She was sort of hoping for a well-cut 
young kid to have around to make eyes at.  She lost a chance to tease her husband about 
how she had a crush on the sexy babysitter - the one in her fantasies.

	But this evening she bounced down the stairs and noticed a taller, muscular Denny 
- was it really him?  He was standing in the vestibule, smiling broadly up at her.  He had 
on a tasteful polo shirt and khakis. His sandy brown hair was cut short;  his chin was that 
of a warrior. His bright gray-blue eyes were like laser beams.  "Hello Mrs. Miller!" he 
called up to her.  She couldn't believe it.. "Denny?" she said, looking him over.  His arms 
and chest were spectacular - and his shoulders were a mile across.  She stopped at the 
landing where the stairs turned 90 degrees and stood over him. "My my, you have 
grown!" she laughed.  Her husband stood smiling. "This boy is becoming a man!" Burt 
said, putting his arm around him.  

	Denny looked intently at Burt's wife and his eyes settled for a few extra seconds 
on her extra large chest.  Then his eyes wandered down her body and back up to her eyes.  
The whole time he said nothing. Denny smiled at her, almost apologetically.

	She noticed the stare and said a little awkwardly: "So - how - have you been?"  It 
was a little thrill to have this young man check out her body right in front of Burt.  She 
turned to chronically smiling Burt and said: "Mr. Muscles!"

	How handsome and virile he looked.  Burt laughed: "Audrey, Denny has grown 
up on us!  What are you, 6-4 or something?"  As Burt grabbed him Denny grinned and 
said, "6-3 and a half, actually."  Burt pulled him affectionately toward the kitchen.  
"C'mon, tell me all about your college plans and let me give you a cold beer. I guess 
you've been at the gym a lot doing bench presses when you're not playing sports...."  
Burt's wife followed them.  Those shoulders don't quit, she thought, feasting her eyes on 
his boy's physique.  Her sons, screaming, dashed into the kitchen to say hello to Denny.  
"You guys remember Denny?" their dad beamed, giving the young man a poke in the 
shoulder.  After the sons got a high five from their sitter Audrey sent her children back to 
the pizza and the movie.

	Over a quick beer Audrey and her husband chatted amiably with Denny about his 
transition from high school to college for a few moments.  Then Burt stood up and said: 
"Gotta step down the hall.  Honey, we should leave soon."  He ran upstairs, leaving them  
at the kitchen table.  

	She sensed how bashful Denny was and she felt like flirting. No sooner had her 
husband left the room then Audrey looked intently at Denny and said softly: "You sure do 
look handsome."  "Thank you, Mrs. Miller," he smiled, watching her clear the empty beer 
bottles.  Denny's boyish smile was very charming, she thought.  With Burt out of the 
kitchen her voice was lower, smoother.  She felt a vibration being alone with the skinny 
brat who turned into a new, cut head turner.  His bashfulness drew her.

	"No I mean it," she said as she turned back from the sink and stood next to him, 
placing her hands on the back of her neck and stretching her elbows out to her sides.  His 
voice broke when he said meekly, "well, Mrs. Miller, your husband is a lucky man.  
You're very pretty."  She bent over his place at the table, her body practically in his face, 
and cleaned the table that was already clean.  Her eyes, close to his, beamed.  "Well, 
aren't you sweet.  You know how to make a girl feel good."  Denny continued: "My mom 
has a blouse that color."  Audrey looked down at hers and regarded his eyes on her chest.  
"Oh?" she said, putting her hand on his thick, firm shoulder. His eyes looked furtively, 
nervously to the side, regarding her fingers.  She could feel his body flinch as she slightly 
caressed the powerful muscles. She smiled at the nervousness in his eyes.   He went on: 
"But you really look amazing in yours."  She thanked him again.  "...I don't think she has 
a black brassiere though," he said, his eyes sparkling.  "....And she doesn't look as great 
as you do in yours."  

	He quickly said: "I'm sorry, Mrs. Miller, that was bad manners."   She rubbed his 
shoulder and purred: "How do you know how I look in my bra?"  She looked down at her 
breasts and pulled at the blouse at bust level from the sides so that more of her bra was 
visible through the strained gap between the buttons.  She pulled harder at the material, 
making the middle button pop open. "Whoops," she said.  He took in the amazing sight of 
her massive tits in her low cut weave bra.  "This top is just way too small," she said, her 
eyes returning to his.  He said nothing and just smiled at her, staring at her face then at 
her chest.  She laughed softly, noticing his blush and the look of his jaws clenching 
through his smooth cheeks. "I better watch out or this blouse will pop all of its buttons," 
she said.  She slowly buttoned the blouse.  The flirtatious older women, with her feminine 
charms, stirred the young man.  She smiled as his eyes turned away apprehensively.

	Audrey heard Burt's footsteps and she stepped jerkingly away from Denny, then 
kneeled on a chair. The tone of her voice hardened when she said to Denny loudly: 
"Great.  You have my cell phone number if there is an emergency....We'll be back around 
11:00."

	Denny sighed as they pulled out of the driveway.  He had begun his sexual 
exploration of girls about a year ago but had no notches under his belt.  His passion for 
romance was building to the point where he couldn't think straight, but was too nervous 
to even kiss a girl. Ironically, he had two things going for him besides his looks and his 
charm.  He had a modest, mild mannered demeanor, and he had a long, thick sex organ 
that responded quickly.  His conversation with Mrs. Miller had made it stiffen to the point 
where it hurt.  She was so beautiful.  He almost trembled as he thought of her caressing 
him affectionately in the kitchen.

	On the way to the movies Audrey said to her husband, laughing: "Well, Denny 
sure has turned into a handsome kid.  Wow! And beneath that smooth manner of his, he is 
rather forward."   "How so?" Burt said, sensitive to her raving about young men.  Audrey 
looked at him for a second then said: "He stared at my chest in the kitchen while you 
were in the john, then said I really looked good in this blouse.  He even remarked on my 
bra. He's kind of fresh!"  She laughed.  Burt snickered: "Oh really!"  She detected that his 
reaction was forced and she instinctively went after it.  Burt coughed and said:  "I guess 
he's discovering women.  I think he really is sincere with his compliments."  He put his 
hand on his cheek and rubbed a little - a sign of nervousness she recognized - and, 
clearing his throat, said: "And he obviously has good taste in girls."  Another forced 
snicker.  Audrey said: "You should have seen how he stared at my breasts.  A very 
confident young man with women."  She looked at Burt for another masked discomfort, 
and he smiled, then said dismissively: "Well, he's your new admirer."

	"You better watch out, Mr. Miller," she said softly, studying him as she spoke, 
"he's very flirtatious.  I might just add him to my list of potential dates."  At first her 
husband said nothing, just clearing his throat again, then said: "must we start that again?  
You know I don't like that kind of kidding."  "Lighten up, Burt," she said, grinning.

	At the movie Audrey found herself thinking about Denny, and what a kick it was 
to tease him in her own kitchen when Burt was in the john.  Maybe I'll flirt some more 
with this muscle-bound boy, she thought. I'll drive him crazy and give him a thrill.

	Burt looked over at his wife during the film and down to her breasts.  He thought 
of a young kid like Denny sneaking forward comments about his wife's body when Burt 
had gotten up from the table.  Burt wondered if Audrey had made it up.  Denny seemed 
like a nice young man.  It made no sense.

	As they walked to the car he said so. He laughed: "You really got me going about 
our baby-sitter, a seventeen year old staring at your body and talking about it in our 
kitchen.  I almost believed you."  As he unlocked her door Audrey said: "You think I 
made it up?"  Her husband nodded, and she said: "The next time he's over, you can 
overhear him when he thinks you're out of earshot."  Burt grinned, "you're on.  We can 
go out tomorrow night to see another movie.  Maybe he'll be available."  Burt wanted to 
put his wife in check.  He was getting touchier and touchier about her teasing about how 
handsome other - younger - guys were going to be her "dates".

	They returned home around eleven fifteen.  She spoke with Denny about how the 
kids were, when they went to sleep, and other details of the evening.  Burt had left the 
motor running and gestured to take Denny's home, which was about ten minutes away.  
His wife cut him off: "I can take him."  Burt looked at her for a moment, puzzled as to 
why she would want his company given what she had talked about, then said: "Fine." 
Then he turned to Denny. "How about tomorrow night?  Can you baby-sit again?"  The 
boy hesitated: "I don't know. I guess so.  I'd have to change some plans."  Audrey said: 
"Hope you can....."  Then she turned to her husband: "Remember what we talked about 
on the way to the movie. You need to hear for yourself."  Burt nodded and watched them 
leave, saying to Denny: "Really nice to have you back, Joe College.  And say hello to 
your dad, OK?"

	In the car Audrey and Denny talked about the kids for a few moments, then her 
manner gradually mellowed into the  bedroom style she used in the kitchen.  She stopped 
the car at a stop sign for a minute, and the street light shining in through the windshield 
made her eyes glisten a little.  "How do you like this cologne I'm wearing, Denny?" she 
said.  "I don't know," he said.  She leaned toward him, pushing herself forward and 
moaned: "smell down here, on my neck", and unbuttoned the top button of her blouse.  
She pulled his reluctant face an inch from her skin and laughed: "You're so shy.  Well?"  
"Cool cologne," he said, moving back from her and squirming a bit in his seat.  She just 
loved this. He asked clumsily how the movie was.  "Fine," she said, making her voice 
more sultry. Denny's pulse was racing with his pent-up excitement.

	"It was warm in the theater though," she said, untruthfully, "the AC wasn't 
working right." She hesitated, then said, looking at him: "I would have been more 
comfortable taking off this blouse and just wearing the black bra you like so much."   She 
then said: "Or maybe I should have taken off the bra too."  He stammered a little - almost 
imperceptibly:  "Now, uh, that would have been better than the movie."  "You think so, 
huh?" she smiled.  "Definitely," he said.  "Would I be something to see with my blouse 
and bra off, Denny?" she asked, looking over at him.  He said, "yeah, wow."  She 
laughed, savoring the torture. She pulled into his driveway and he opened his door to get 
out. The inside of the car lit up from the courtesy light.  Denny sighed at the 
attractiveness of this very sexy mom, her amazing eyes, her cologne, her earrings, and her 
body making his loins so restless.  "So, can you sit with the boys tomorrow night?" she 
said with mock formality, looking down at her chest and tucking her blouse in as tightly 
as she could.  Denny had to catch his breath.  What huge tits she has, he thought

	He stammered again.  She laughed and mocked him: "Uh uh uh -well - uh - er- 
uh," turning to face him.  

	The following evening Burt insisted on going to get Denny, after Audrey 
reminded him that tonight before they went out he should leave the room and eavesdrop 
and hear for himself how flirtatious Denny was with her.  "He and I'll walk toward the 
family room after you hide in the powder room.  Then we'll move right to next to the 
powder room door.  Then you'll see I wasn't kidding."  "You were kidding," Burt said, 
but inwardly he was worried that he was wrong.  If he was, he would have to tell Denny 
that he could no longer baby-sit for his children.  And that would be that.

	He picked Denny up and talked sports for a while. Then Burt tactfully inquired 
when Denny's car was going to be ready to that he could drive himself to and from places 
- like the Millers when he baby-sat. As they turned on to the Millers' street Burt abruptly 
said: "So, you have a girl friend Denny?"  Denny read this as a question out of nowhere 
that was going somewhere, and it seemed to him that Mr. Miller was asking out of some 
concern. "Excuse me?" Denny answered. "I mean, do you have someone you're dating?" 
the older man asked, frowning a bit.  "No," he said, "what are you asking me, Mr. 
Miller?"  They pulled into the driveway and sat for a moment.  "I assume you like girls 
your own age," Burt said, looking at the steering wheel and rubbing his palm over it.  
Denny said: "I would like to find one like Mrs. Miller."  Burt sighed, his stomach twisting 
a little, then smiled nervously, "Oh really?  Well good luck."  Denny stretched his arms 
out in front of him, to the dashboard, and Burt was struck by the size of the boy's biceps.  
Then Denny looked into his eyes and said: "Your wife sure is pretty.  The woman I marry 
will be like her, I hope."  

	Burt snickered and glanced down at his watch and said: "Thank you Denny.  Well, 
we better get rolling here.  Let's go in and see if my wife is ready to go. Sometimes she 
takes those extra moments to get ready."  He sighed as he got out of the car.

	They entered the house.  The kids were sitting on the couch in the living room, on 
either side of Audrey.  Each son was showing her drawings they were making of trucks 
and space monsters.  As Burt and Denny came in she sent the kids into the kitchen to eat 
the grilled cheese sandwiches she had made for them.  Denny looked over and greeted 
her.  She was wearing snug blue jeans and a low cut red and yellow flowered pattern 
bikini top.  Its straps held up each overstuffed cup at the outer corner. The straps were 
clipped tightly to the back of the top, which clipped at a spot just below her shoulder 
blades.  Denny just smiled and stared as she said: "Hi. I'm ready on time for once!"  She 
sat back and rested her arms on the couch behind her. The top portions of her very ample 
tits were exposed.  The deep cleavage was endless  because the garment fit her like a 
corset, and she had adjusted the neck straps so that they lifted her breasts. She leaned all 
the way forward to scratch her ankle, and the bottoms of her boobs sat over the top of her 
jeans. One of her fat tits squooshed and swelled against her thigh, the breast flesh pushing 
out to the side of the cup. 

	She smiled at the two as they stared at her, and then she slowly put on some high 
heels and stood up.  Trying to be discreet and casual, Burt asked: "You're wearing that?"  
"It's kinda hot," she said.   Burt made a clipped laugh: "Hot? It's not hot. And you're 
going to freeze in the theater."  He was almost imploring her.  "I'll be fine," she said.  
Then she said to Burt significantly: "Why don't you supervise the kids while they eat?" 
He looked at her, then remembering what they had talked about - his hiding in the powder 
room - and she had reminded him during the day.  Burt stepped into the dining room.  He 
looked into the kitchen and said to the boys: "You guys eating your grilled cheese?  Who 
needs more juice?"   He chatted with his kids then turned on the kitchen TV to 
Nickelodeon. Daffy Duck's voice filled the kitchen and his boys were instantly distracted 
by it.  He took off his loafers and hastily walked out the other door of the kitchen to the 
hallway leading to the family room. He quietly made his way through the hall to the 
powder room and stood in the dark, the door ajar.

	After a few minutes he heard his wife talking softly to Denny. "...I just wanted to 
show you how we pulled all the carpeting out and re-did the oak floors, all the way down 
this hall..." she said.  Burt heard a seductive tone to her voice that he assumed she was 
putting on to make Denny respond the way she claimed he did yesterday.  

	They were now right outside the powder room.  "Looks nice," Denny said.  There 
was a second of silence.  He was feeling a little bolder because of her warmth toward him 
and he was lusting after this older women.  "But not as nice as you look, Mrs. Miller, 
with your hands behind your neck like that," Denny said, then: "you look totally beautiful 
this evening."  "Why Denny, I think you're hitting on me, with my husband out of 
earshot," she said, and she stared at him as he stared back at her.

	Audrey giggled, then purred: "The way you're staring I guess you like my choice 
of top?"   Burt was surprised to hear her say this. "Oh boy," Denny said,  clearing his 
throat, "you look fantastic in it."  Burt heard her laugh again.  "I haven't worn it for a 
couple years," she said cutely, "and I think I've outgrown it, as you can see by the way I 
am falling out of it so much..."  The slightest pause in their conversation was a problem 
for Burt.  What were they doing?  He inched toward the door, thinking about pulling it 
open a bit more. He put his hand on the knob.

	His wife said something that he couldn't hear because it was so soft, then Denny 
asked: "You really look nice in those jeans too, Mrs. Miller..."  I can't hear them, Burt 
thought.  Then he heard Audrey say: "Yeah, it took me five minutes to squeeze into it."  
More eternal seconds went by.  Burt could hear the kids getting restless and calling for 
Audrey.  He began to hope they would dash out from the kitchen and cut this off.

	Thankfully one of their sons ran up to Mrs. Miller.  Burt heard all of them walk 
away and Burt snuck out, then hurried to get his shoes back on. "It's movie time. Sorry, I 
had to make a call about work," he said as he stuck his head into the kitchen, where  
Audrey and Denny stood with the kids pulling on Denny's arms. "Oh, that's all right," 
she said, "Denny was putting some major moves on me. I think we're going to start 
dating."  She laughed, and Denny looked a little sheepish.  Burt hated the words inwardly 
but wore a happy face and said, looking up at Denny: "I guess I better keep an eye on 
you!"  He half-punched Denny in the upper arm, then said: "Take good care of our boys."  
He winked at Denny, who took the boys into the family room after they kissed their 
parents good-bye.

	When they got in the car Audrey said: "What did I tell you? Isn't he aggressive 
with me?"  Her husband lost it: "How about you, wearing that top, and talking to him like 
that!!"  Audrey shot back quietly: "It is fucking hot out. I was boiling in the theater last 
night."  Burt frowned: "You were? Since when?"  Audrey said: "You have no right to yell 
at me like that....and besides, I like to dress like this."  Burt got quieter as they drove 
away. "Don't you think you were being rather suggestive with him?" Burt said.  "I wanted 
to show you what a flirt he was with your wife.  So I had to get him to react.  Any other 
kid would have squirmed and gotten red in the face and run for cover, with what I'm 
wearing."  Burt could say nothing; he had a knot in his throat.  Then he said, slowly: 
"What was that about you were falling out of it so much!"  Audrey giggled: "You should 
have seen his face when he walked in.  I wanted to get him flirting with me for you, so 
that you would believe me."  Burt began to pout.  This was getting unreal, he thought.

	After a moment Audrey said: "I think we need to talk to him, and tell him he can't 
get fresh with  me.  He constantly looks at my boobs.  He's like a predator."  Burt was 
beside himself and the suggestion that he confront Denny intimidated him.  When he said 
nothing, she said: "Are you going to?"   "Maybe I will," Burt finally said.  He was 
distracted by the whole thing throughout the movie.  Again he looked down at the light of 
the projected movie playing on her chest.  Her bust looked so big, and the thought of his 
wife talking the way she did to Denny made him anxious - and oddly, faintly, excited.

	At Audrey's insistence, they dashed out of the movie and stopped for drinks at a 
micro-brewery in town where the younger crowd hung out.  To Burt's surprise she had 
three margaritas - usually she had no more than one and didn't finish it.  They sat at the 
bar, rap music alternating with Smashing Pumpkins.  Burt became jealous of all the stares 
his wife got.  The bartender walked over with a shot with cream flowing over the glass.  
He placed it on a napkin in front of Audrey and said: "The gentlemen at the end of the bar 
would like to buy this for you," he said.  Burt stared and laughed: "Tell them thank you, 
we're not interested..."  He looked down the bar at three guys smiling eagerly in her 
direction.

	Audrey frowned and asked: "What's this?"  The guy next to her said: "That's a 
blowjob.  It's a woman's drink, very tasty.  You pick it up with your lips and down it one 
gulp."  Then he said: "Of course, you've got to be able to see the glass in front of you on 
the bar, and in your case that might - be...."  The guy next to him yelled: " - impossible."   
"Very funny," she said, then laughed.  The bartender glanced back and forth between Burt  
and his wife and said: "So, do you accept it or should I tell those guys no thanks?"   Burt 
smiled and said sternly: "No thanks!"  

	But Audrey had other ideas.  She turned to the guys and yelled: "Thank you, here 
goes!".  Everyone at the bar was now paying attention.  Audrey turned to Burt and said: 
"Time for my blowjob!"   She said to the guy to her right: "You're right, I need a better 
angle. Could you move it forward more so I can see it?"   He obliged, and smiled: 
"Better?"  She nodded and with a crowd watching she bent down, put her hands on the 
back of her hips, wrapped her lips around the glass, took the shot glass in her mouth, and 
downed most of the contents of the glass as she straightened up her body and cocked her 
head toward the ceiling.  A little dripped down her chin and onto her big tits.  She 
released the glass from between her lips and let it bounce off her breast, and her assistant 
to her right caught it before it hit the bar.  The guys at the end of the bar cheered.  She had 
foam and cream all around her mouth and she stretched her arms over her head and 
turned around to acknowledge the onlookers.

	Burt, disgusted, got up from the bar and said: "Let's go."  He took Audrey by the 
arm and as they started to leave a sound of "booooo" came from around the bar.  "Not 
one more for the road, honey?"  one of the three at the end yelled.  Audrey waved at them, 
and watched her husband's reaction.  "Don't you like me to have fun?" she said.

	Audrey was quiet, and tipsy, as they returned home. She was thinking about the 
smooth skin on the baby-sitter waiting for them.  Burt assumed she was mad that he had 
been a party pooper but he refused to even admit that what happened there was pleasant.  
She was also thinking about how strangely happy she was about stirring the pot and how 
she had succeeded in getting her husband worked up.  She was looking forward to his 
confrontation with Denny, and she was going to enjoy the tease as Denny snuck stares at 
her body while Burt stumbled through whatever he was going to say.

	As they approached the front door, she spoke for the first time since they left the 
bar: "Are you going to tell Denny that he was rude to me?  He should understand that a 
woman's breasts are normal and a natural part of life, not something to gawk at."  Burt 
said: "The kids love him, honey. I don't want to make trouble with his dad."  She asked: 
"Are you going to tell him? Or don't you care that he hits on your wife?"  He said 
nothing, and his palms were damp.  They opened the door.  Denny was asleep, lying on 
the couch in the living room.

	"I've gotta go sit on the throne...emergency," Burt whispered, "and I'll check on 
the kids."  "I'll wake Denny up," Audrey said, watching her husband step upstairs.   

	Audrey turned the lights in the living room off and walked over to the couch and 
knelt down on the floor next to Denny's head.  It was kind of dark even with a light 
shining from the kitchen and from a light at the top of the stairs to the second floor.  The 
alcohol had melted away her sense of decency, and an impulse to be a little wild took 
hold.  The cocktails were working on her mind, sending it down a road of desires she had 
only fantasized about.

	 She drank in the sight of his well-developed young body, and her eyes roamed to 
his groin under the stretched dungarees.  Now on her knees, her chest brushing against his 
right arm, she put her left hand on his shoulder and said softly: "Wake up handsome."  
She savored the feeling of his body under her hand.  His eyes opened and he looked at her 
groggily and said: "Oh, sorry, I fell asleep.....The kids were fine," he added dutifully.  
His chiseled face and smooth skin made her sigh.

	He looked up at Mrs. Miller, getting his bearings, watching her head cocked 
toward the stairs, listening to Mr. Miller's footsteps moving from the children's room to 
the bathroom.  Denny smelled her breath and his eyes roamed to her chest. As she heard 
the rustle of a newspaper in her husband's hand and the bathroom door close, she bent 
forward.  She smiled down at the boy lying on the couch, catching him ogling her, and 
caressed his hair and face. Then, her heart beating faster, she kissed him on the lips. 
Taken aback, Denny did nothing.  His mouth responded to hers warily, then she felt it 
open and admit her tongue slightly.  She kissed him again and pushed at his hesitant 
mouth with her tongue.  Her hand moved to his chest, then down to his stomach.  She 
sighed as her hand went under his shirt and explored his brawny chest and abdomen.  Her 
warm tongue snaked fully into his mouth.  She then began kissing and licking his face 
and his ear.  Denny whispered: "Won't Mr. Miller get mad?"

	Audrey smiled at him and settled back on her feet, then placed her hands on the 
sides of her breasts.  She watched his widening eyes as her manicured fingers cupped her 
fat tits and pushed them together.  Then, to his amazement, she looked down at her left 
breast and pulled the cup of the bikini down and away from it, then looked at him and 
with both hands and some effort lifted her big, round boob out in plain sight. Her breast 
was so much bigger than he imagined. Denny gazed in fascination at the big nipple. She 
squeezed her boob lovingly with her hands, her eyes moving from her breast to his face.  
As she watched him intently the smile drained from her lust-filled face, her passion 
running wild.  She slowly leaned into his body and pressed her heavy tit hard with her 
hands, moving it closer and closer to him.  "Open your mouth, Denny," she cooed.  He 
was rocketing with desire at the sight of her voluptuous body and nervously he let his lips 
part wide.  Her tits were so large. Her hardening nipple brushed against his mouth.  "Suck 
it, squeeze it," she moaned.  The feeling of his mouth on her breast was fantastic.

	Audrey's hand crept down to his waist and he slightly recoiled.  "Whoa," he said.  
"Just relax," she cooed in his ear.  She licked the lobe then invaded his ear with her hot, 
wet tongue.  She stuck her tit back in his face then rudely pulled out her right tit.  She 
giggled as his hand, from below, began caressing and playing with her fat jugs.  His other 
hand helped her unzip his pants.  

	Impatient and trembling, she reached into his crotch under the elastic band of his 
underpants and found his stiffening cock. She pulled it free and was surprised at how 
quickly it hardened to her touch.  And she gasped in wonder at the thickness and length of 
Denny's aroused prick.  Her fingers slid up and down its shaft, its veins feeling 
spectacular to her.  Her hand explored his balls and the large, rock solid head.  She held 
his dick flat against his tight stomach then let it spring back up. Denny had never felt such 
pleasure before in his life. Up until now he had masturbated, and he had thought that felt 
good.  This was ten times as good.

	 He could hear her breathing excitedly as she played with his rod.  She stared 
hypnotically at the club-sized flesh standing now free of his clothing, aiming toward the 
ceiling of the living room.  "Denny, you've got such a big COCK!" she whispered 
hoarsely.

	She began to jack him off quickly as he sucked on her tit.  They stared at each 
other with uncontrollable need, and almost desperate eyes.  Then she leaned over to his 
crotch and kissed the head of his prick.  She kissed it again several times then licked it, 
clutching his shaft tightly.  The feel and sight of Denny's unusually long and thick cock 
made her feel like screaming with delight.  She hurriedly licked and kissed the full length 
of him then slowly took inch by inch into her mouth.  His firm hand grabbed at her tits; 
his right hand explored her big round ass.  She bobbed her head up and down on his dick, 
lost in the pleasure of feeling his boyflesh rock hard in her mouth.  She hollowed her 
cheeks and sucked hungrily.

	She let it pop out and as she heard steps upstairs she jacked him hard and fast.  
Denny was lost in the ecstasy of this horny mom's big tits pressing and jiggling at his face 
and her wonderful hand working his cock.  The more she yanked on his tool the more he 
pawed at her big, firm, smooth jugs.  This was driving her mad and she made her tits 
shake while she fisted him harder and harder, and put her hand behind his head, pulling 
him into her boobs.  Then he moaned and she immediately bent toward his crotch.  She 
put her mouth over his dick, which spewed a little jizz then suddenly erupted with several 
hot, generous loads of semen.  Most of it splatted onto Audrey's face and hair.  Denny 
was panting deeply. 

	Mrs. Miller gloried in the feeling of all this cum on her and took his dick in her 
mouth to suck it dry.  She felt his hand in her hair.  She sat back up and closed her eyes.  
Denny watched in fascination while she scooped his love cream here and there with her 
fingers and licked it.  A great gob of jizz lay in her cleavage.  She looked down at it then 
squeezed her boobs together.  She stared down at his cock.  He heard the subtle but 
amazing sound of his cum making sticking sounds as her tits pushed together, then 
parted, the mooshed together again.

	"Audrey?"  she heard a loud whisper from the head of the stairs, then a few 
footsteps down toward the first floor.  She got up, hastily placed her breasts back in her 
top, and said: "Yeah?"  She walked around the corner to the foot of the stairs in her bare 
feet, her high heels in her hand.  "We're leaving, I finally got a rise out of Mr. 
Sleepyhead," she said to Burt nervously.  Burt smiled, then said: "He was probably 
tired.....So why are all the lights out?"  "I'm getting to be a nut on saving electricity I 
guess," she said with a brio that seemed odd to him.  Burt looked down at her. "Are you 
all right?" he said, walking down to within two steps of the bottom.  "Fine," she said, 
smiling.  "What's all over your face?" he asked, frowning.  "Oh, uh, I was opening a can 
of soda and it kind of," she looked down nervously, "exploded."   He looked at her 
strangely and said nothing for a moment, then said: "Do you still want me to talk to 
Denny?"  She thought for a second and said: "Yes.  I do."

	He came downstairs and Denny by then had gotten out of the couch and they 
found him in the family room, standing in front of the TV and watching ESPN.  "Hi!" 
Burt said.  He said nothing else and the young man seemed nervous, looking at him, then 
Mrs. Miller, then at the television.  Burt glanced over at his wife's face several times.  
Audrey grabbed three Kleenexes and reluctantly mopped up the semen.  After Burt and 
Denny chatted about the evening, Audrey looked at Burt and said: "My husband wants to 
talk to you about something."  Burt looked at Denny, who was alarmed that what had just 
happened in the living room was the topic, and said, "Well ------"  Audrey stood 
somewhat behind Burt and stared hard at Denny, who looked back at her and smiled.  She 
put her hands on her hips and flexed her elbows back as far as they could go.  "Go ahead 
honey," she said. She looked at Denny with the most inviting gaze she could muster.  
Then she opened her purse and began putting fresh lipstick on her oversized mouth.

	Burt spoke almost apologetically: "Denny, if you don't mind my saying so, as 
long as you're baby-sitting here, you have to treat my wife with respect."  He stopped and 
made a strained smile, then looked down at the floor. Denny seemed confused and 
surprised and said: "But I do respect Mrs. Miller."  His tone was very courteous, and he 
wore a half-smile.  

	Burt tried again: "I think certain things have been said that have created the wrong 
impression."  Denny frowned slightly and asked: "Like what things, Mr. Miller?"  Burt 
said slowly: "I think if you -uh - admire my wife, that you should keep it -uh- respectful, 
so that there is no -uh - wrong impression given. I need you to assure me, and Mrs. 
Miller, that you will do that."  He smiled, his hand rubbing his cheek slightly.

	Audrey saw that her husband was reluctant to give any real lecture to this young 
guy. Denny said: "Sir, you have my promise.  I will be respectful toward Mrs. Miller at all 
times."  He returned his gaze to her and said: "No offense intended, Mrs. Miller."

	Burt let out a sigh. He put his arm around Denny, then gave him a hug, saying: "I 
hate confrontation. I am glad we straightened this out."  He laughed.  "OK, I'll run you 
home."  Audrey cut in, "Hold on, you need to talk about what is natural and a part of life.  
That part."  Burt looked at her confused, and frowned.  She whispered: "About my 
breasts, that they are part of life, part of a woman's body."  When Burt said nothing, 
Audrey walked over and stood before Denny.  "Another thing," she said, "my breasts are 
a natural part of my life. I want you to stop sneaking peeks at my chest when you think 
I'm not looking. Just be natural about it and don't make my body dirty, OK Denny?"  He 
gulped, looking up at her magnificent curves and said: "Sure. Sorry."

	Audrey looked at her husband.  "I can take him home."  Burt regarded her with 
alarm and said: "I'm going to bed. Good night Denny."  "Good night sir," Denny said.  
As Burt turned to walk away Audrey turned her back to Denny and shook her bubble butt 
at him.  Denny followed her into the kitchen,  his mouth dry from the bizarre exchange 
with Mr. Miller.  Audrey turned to get some water from the sink.  She wanted more of 
Denny's cock.  As the sounds of her husband in the upstairs restroom carried down 
through the ceiling overhead, Denny sat down at the kitchen table, his chair facing out.  
"What was that all about?" Denny asked.  She walked over to him and stood in front of 
him so that her legs were snug in between his.  "Oh, Mr. Miller insisted on doing that, 
"she said, dismissively, "he's a little hyper sometimes."  

	With that she turned around, unbuckled the belt on her jeans, planted her fingers 
at their sides, and bent over.  Looking behind her, she said: "just ignore him," and pulled 
her jeans down most of the way over her ass.  The ample, rounded flesh seemed to pop 
out of her clothes and as Denny stared at it transfixed, she said: "Give me a kiss, Denny."  

	Her round ass was big and wicked and smooth.  Confused, but more overwhelmed 
with desire than confused, Denny's pulse began flying again as she backed into him as 
close as she could.  Her naked rump was almost touching him, and his heart pounded with 
the sight of her bending that way, her beautiful hair sitting on her shoulder, her head 
slightly turned to the side.  She reached around and found his hair.

	She looked over her shoulder and closed her eyes.  She savored the exquisite 
feeling of his young, strong hands petting and squeezing her bare ass.  Then the feeling of 
his wet mouth and tongue exploring and tickling her butt cheeks.  Anxious to get his 
prick in her mouth, she reached between her legs and stretched her fingers, groping for 
his crotch.  Then she pulled her jeans up and said: "Let's go."  "You're so pretty," Denny 
said, his breathing quickening, then, "uh, can I have some more water?"  "Help yourself," 
she said, sighing deeply as she looked for her keys.

	Burt's steps could be heard coming down the stairway.  He stared with surprise 
and looked in the kitchen, seeing Denny chugging the glass of water and his wife looking 
at Burt nervously as she stepped away from the young man.  "You guys still here?"  Burt 
asked, surprised.  "He needed water, and I had to stop in the restroom," Audrey said.  
Then she said, almost defensively, "we're going. I'll be right back honey."  

	They got in the car and she pulled one of her big tits out of her top. She started the 
engine and Denny got in, his dick stiffening again. He sighed when he sat and turned and 
saw her staring intently at him with her opulent charms in plain view again.  "Wow," he 
said.  She lifted the tit to her face and bit the oversized nipple.  He was intoxicated by her 
body.  She smiled.  "Pull your pants down, junior," she purred. Flustered, he unzipped his 
jeans and pulled them down frantically, his cock springing out, already getting firm with 
desire.  Audrey could not wait to reach for his prick and began to run her hand up and 
down the shaft.  She eagerly moved his boy meat in all directions and squeezed its head.  
"Getting hard again, I see," she chuckled.   

	Her hand caressed his testicles while she kissed him passionately. Her hand pulled 
his shirt up to his collarbone.  She licked and kissed his chest, then dived into his crotch 
and lost herself in the pleasurable task of sucking his dick.  The size of his penis got her 
panting.  She fisted his dick and jacked him, kissing his thighs and straining to take each 
warm testicle into her hungry mouth.  Then she wrapped her lips around his cock and 
began to move up and down, suctioning her cheeks.

	Burt heard the car running in the driveway and came to the front door in his 
pajama top.  He looked out and saw the headlights on, but could not see his wife. Just 
when he thought he could make out movement on Denny's side Denny noticed Mr. Miller 
and said: "Your husband, Mr. Miller...."  She sat back up but kept her right hand on his 
cock, then released it and threw the car in reverse.  Once out of the driveway she couldn't 
wait to get her hand on his dick. 

	They said nothing during the first half of the ride to Denny's home.  He played 
with her tits and she jacked his big cock.  The only sounds in the car were her hand 
smacking up and down on the shaft of his hog prick, his squeezes of her big boobs, and 
his moans.  

	Then impulsively she said: "Could you dial my home on the car phone? I have to 
talk to my husband for a moment."   Denny, breathing rapidly now, said, "you want to 
call him now?"  "Yeah," she said softly, amid quiet gasps of anticipation, "call him.  You 
know the number.  God, what a cock.."

	The car cell had a speaker phone.  Denny dialed, pressing some of the numbers 
wrong because of his sexual excitement.  Finally he did it right  He turned back toward 
her, his dick up past his navel now.  He had been confused about her wanting to call her 
husband but when he heard the nasty housewife next to him breathe more excitedly as the 
phone rang, he returned to the enjoyment of her tits.  With each ring her hand worked his 
dick more vigorously, her strokes gathering speed.  Denny began to explore her crotch, 
and she spread her legs and his hand rubbed her pussy through her jeans.

	Burt's soft voice broke into the sinful interior of the family car.  "Hello?" he said. 
Audrey finally said: "Hi honey, it's me."  Burt said: "Where are you?"  "Almost in 
Denny's driveway."   Nobody said anything for a few seconds.  Denny felt Mrs. Miller's 
fingers play lovingly with his balls.  "So what's up?" Burt asked. "I'm going to stop at the 
convenience store for milk, we're out," she said, turning on to Denny's street.  Burt said: 
"Are we out?"  "Just about," she said, "and you know how the boys love it."  Burt then 
said: "Hey Denny, how were the kids tonight?  I didn't get a chance to talk to you."  
Denny struggled to find his voice, and Mrs. Miller chuckled with his difficulty.  "Cat's 
got his tongue," Audrey said to her husband with a laugh.  

	"Fine, sir," Denny finally said.  "I guess you were exhausted," Burt said, "I was 
going to haul you out of that couch but my wife beat me to it."  "Yeah, well, sorry I 
conked out there, Mr. Miller.  But they went to sleep right on time with no problems."  

	The car pulled into the driveway.  Burt said: "Well thanks again, Denny.  The kids 
really like you. They'll miss you when you go off to school in August......Oh honey?"  
Audrey said: "Yeah?"  The car in park, Audrey unzipped her jeans and pushed them and 
her thong panties down to her knees.  "Did you pay this fine young man?  He's going to 
need every penny down there at State, especially when he chases the girls around 
campus!"  She laughed: "Gosh no, honey, I'll take care of him, I got distracted. 
Something, uh, came up."  She squeezed Denny's dick and looked at him with a grin.   
"Thanks for reminding me.  That's why I married you, Mr. Miller."   She grabbed 
Denny's hand and placed it firmly on her wet pussy.  "Rub me there," she whispered.

	Burt said: "Now Denny, no second good night kiss with my wife.  Behave 
yourself..."  Denny cleared his throat as Burt's wife leaned down and licked his balls 
enthusiastically, her hand clutching the rigid stem of his prick.  Burt then said: "Just 
kidding, dude."  Denny laughed: "Well, like I said, I hope the woman I fall in love with is 
as pretty as your wife, sir."  Audrey rubbed her big tits against Denny's thighs and groin.  
"Isn't Denny a flirt?" she laughed.  She ran her tongue along his thigh.  "See you later," 
Burt said, and hung up.

	Something made him get up and walk down to the kitchen. His steps took him to 
the refrigerator, and when he opened it to find something to snack on his eyes were 
confronted with not one, but two half gallon jugs of milk.

	Denny's house was dark, his family asleep.  She turned the headlights off.  Audrey 
opened her door and said: "How about that good night kiss?"   He got out and walked 
around the car, his cock standing straight out in front of him.  His big hard dick hurt, it 
was so aroused.  She looked incredibly desirable in the night air with her huge-looking 
tits standing out over her bikini top.  As he walked around the front of the still running 
car, his heart raced. She put her hands in her hair and shook her breasts.  She reached 
down and grabbed his king-sized dick, and knelt on the driveway by the car to suck it.  
Her eyes took in the sight of his bull cock with its turgid veins. She kissed and licked it 
first, then slowly began to swallow it.  She stood up and opened her car door. "Now 
remember what my husband said, only one good night kiss.  But he didn't say anything 
about your cock inside me, young man," she said, reaching up to him and kissing him. 
She pulled her jeans down to her ankles and turned around.  The sight of her bare ass 
almost made him come.  She knelt on the seat to make as much of her butt stick out, 
offered to him so wickedly.  

	"Geez," he said, "I don't know if we should do this.  Like right in front of my 
house?  What if a car goes by or my parents wake up?"  She stood up and said, sounding 
like Shirley Temple : "Oh, is the little boy afraid of getting in trouble?"  She rubbed his 
cock and said: "Well, I thought you were a stud.  Maybe you're just a fag."

	"I am NOT a little boy!" he spat out.  "Well," she taunted him, "do you want to 
fuck me or are you too afraid? Or are you a queer?"    He reacted angrily and practically 
threw her on the seat.  She laughed, and moaned with lustful pleasure as he knelt down 
and buried his face in her thick ass, licking her asshole and her very moist pussy.  Her 
body was demanding that he enter her.  She moaned with delight at the feel of his mouth 
in her crotch.  He stood up, planted himself behind her as she pushed her butt out to him. 
He looked down at her big round ass and rubbed his trembling hands over the cheeks.  
Audrey felt the wonderfully long and thick hard tool smash up against her ass crack.  She 
managed to reach around and guide his big cock to the lips of her twat. He was pushing 
hard but was clueless about where to go.  He pushed at her asshole and almost barged in 
there.  Then his battering ram powerfully squeezed into her tight pussy, and Mrs. Miller 
cried out.  She pushed her buttocks back at him with all the energy she could muster.  
Denny began to stroke in and out.  The feel of his jumbo flesh tube fucking her was 
overwhelming.  She was filled with a king-sized dick.  She had never dreamed this 
feeling was possible.   
  
	The phone rang in the car.  She was too overwhelmed with carnal sensations to 
hear it, much less pick it up.  Then it rang again, and she hit the button that turned on the 
speaker phone.  "Yeah?" she gasped.  "Hi honey," Burt said, "I hope you didn't buy milk 
because we have plenty."  "What?" she said, her body bouncing as Denny drove his dick 
in and out of her, "you were breaking up."  He said it again.  He was struck by the 
gasping sounds he heard.  "Hello?" he said.  "OK," she said, trying to mask the cries and 
panting of her evil fucking.  "Where are you?" he asked after a few seconds.  "What?" 
she said. "Where are you?"  "I'm -- still --- in Denny's driveway," she said.  "He and I 
were talking about college and his chasing the girls down there,"  she said.  "Oh, well 
that's nice.  Tell him not to get fresh on the first date!" Burt said.  Her husband added: 
"Well, take your time then, honey.  Denny seems to like talking to you.  You're like a 
mom to him.  Honey, let's go out next weekend both nights and get him to sit."  Denny 
seemed to enjoy the kinkiness of nailing this man's wife while she was talking to him 
over the car phone. So the teenager made a point of driving his cock into her as hard and 
as deep as he could.

	Soon he groaned and spasmed, his semen blasting inside of Mrs. Miller's horny 
cunt.  His dick refused to go soft. She insisted that he stay in her pussy for a few 
moments.  He squeezed her big tits.  She pulled her jeans up and sat down in the driver's 
seat, sweat from him and her all over her hair.  She gratefully kissed him and said: "My 
husband wants you to baby-sit for us next weekend.  Can you make yourself and your 
cock available?"  He leaned against the car, savoring the fantastic pleasure he had just 
experienced.  "Yeah, well," he muttered, trying to make sense of it all.  She sighed: "So 
you'll do it, and before then, you have to come over and fuck me."

	The next morning Burt and Audrey and the kids went out to breakfast.  Halfway 
through her pancakes Audrey said: "It's about time we had someone paint the outside of 
the house, honey."  "I can do it, with some help," Burt said.  "You're so busy," she said.  
"Why don't we hire some guys to do it."   "Like hire painters?  The pros are expensive," 
Burt said.  "Let's hire some college kids from the neighborhood," she suggested.  She 
admonished her older son to eat his waffle and with a handful of napkins she cleaned up 
milk that her youngest spilled.

	"Why not ask Denny?"  Burt said with some enthusiasm, "we know him and he 
seems to be a decent kid."

	"Why don't you call him and see if he could get some guys together and do it?" 
she said innocently.  "The more I think about it," Burt said with a grin, "the more I like 
the idea.  He seems to be very responsible, and we cleared up that business about his 
flirting with you."   "Call him,"  Audrey said, "and just so there's no awkwardness from 
your talk to him last night, make a point of telling him that I thought it would be really 
nice if he could come over and work for us."  "Good idea," Burt said.  Audrey waited a 
moment and as the server refilled her coffee she said offhandedly:  "He did seem a little 
forward on the way home last night, despite what you told him, but it was no big deal."   
She raised her eyebrows slightly and looked absently at her lap.

	Burt raised his eyebrows. "What do you mean by `forward'".  "Oh, nothing," she 
said, looking out the window near their table and sipping the coffee, then putting her arm 
around her youngest.

	A few seconds went by.  Burt persisted, with a grin. "No, I want to hear about it."  
"Don't worry about it," she said.   They finished the breakfast and as they got in the car, 
the boys strapped in the back seat, Burt said: "I need to know what happened last night 
when you took Denny home."  Their oldest son piped up: "Who are you talkin about?  
Denny our babysitter?"  Audrey turned and said: "It's nothing."   She looked at Burt and 
said: "He kissed me on the lips when I dropped him off," she said, putting on her 
sunglasses.  The oldest said: "Who did?"   

	They dropped it and went in the house.  Burt said: "Maybe we should just hire 
some professional painters."  Audrey looked at him and with a slight smile asked: "Are 
you afraid of him?"  They were standing in the family room and he was on his way to the 
garage.  "What?" he laughed.  "Are you afraid of Denny?" she repeated.  Her tone caused 
him to start.  "No, of course not," he said.  "You are, aren't you." she said, tilting her head 
significantly.  He laughed excessively.  "What kind of a question is that?"   "Well.... call 
him then," Audrey said, walking away with a shake of her head.  A murmur inside of her 
that told her it was perversely fun to play with her husband and push the right button.

	At about the time of this conversation, Denny had called two of his friends on a 
conference call.  These were two jocks from the neighborhood, one of whom, Billy, was 
going downstate as a freshman in the Fall, and Lemont, who was already attending there.  
Denny said: "You guys won't believe the lady of the house where I was babysitting last 
night.  She's incredible."   Lemont said: "Another one of your imaginary dates, dude?"  
Billy chimed in: "Yeah - don't tell me - tits out to here and she really likes you."  Denny 
protested. "Listen, I know I've been slow to get the love life goin'....."  Lemont laughed: 
"Slow? Slow? How about the speed of a glacier?"  Denny cut in: "....but I have something 
to tell you.  Are you guys listening?"   Billy laughed, then said: "What?"   "No,"  Denny 
repeated, "are you guys listening?"  Lemont was silent.  Denny cleared his throat and said 
quietly: "Last night she gave me head and let me fuck her.  And her tits ARE enormous."   
Denny heard prolonged laughter and "Yeah right asshole" from his friends.  When they 
stopped he said: "I'm tellin' ya, she really wanted me to fuck her.  She's totally horny."   
Billy said: "You woke me up for this bullshit?  Goodbye!"   Lemont said goodbye also, 
but after he stopped smiling he wondered if his friend was telling the truth.

	Not five minutes after that call, Burt telephoned Denny's house. In his best bud 
voice Mr. Miller spoke with Denny's father Roy briefly - they were sometime golf 
partners - then Denny got on the phone.  Burt came on warmly.  He was going to bond 
with this young man and neutralize his wife.  Denny agreed to hunt down some friends 
and get back to Burt about painting their house.  

	Denny's mom got on the phone so Denny jumped on the Internet and found Billy 
and Lemont on Instant Messaging.  "You guys want to make some money?" he typed.  
"Yeah, of course," Billy answered.  "All the time.  I need money and pussy all the time," 
Lemont replied.  Billy and Lemont's screens then showed: "We can make some good 
bucks painting a house.  I just got a call."  "I'm interested," Billy answered quickly.  
"Yeah I need to get me some money, and pussy," Lemont typed.  Denny typed in caps: 
"GUESS WHOSE HOUSE!!!!"   They typed nothing, and saw this text appear: "THAT 
MARRIED CHICK. HER HUSBAND ASKED ME."   Denny saw his chance to show 
off.  "You guys in?" he typed.  Their replies were instantaneous: "I gotta see this," Billy 
typed.  "When you pickin me up bro, oh I forgot you have no ride?" Lemont typed.  Billy 
typed: "BE READY IN AN HOUR. I'LL DRIVE."

	As he was reading what had just been written Denny heard his dad yell from 
downstairs: "Hey Denny, phone."  "Who is it?" he asked, clicking on sports scores.  
"Mrs. Miller."   Denny's heart pounded as he picked up the phone in his room.  His father 
came upstairs to change his shirt and wondered why Denny would close his door to take a 
phone call from his golf buddy's wife.  His son had just babysat there last night.  Curious, 
Denny's father discreetly picked up the extension in the master bedroom, his hand over 
the mouthpiece.

	Denny grabbed the phone and took a breath.  "Hello?"   Audrey's quiet, almost 
hard to hear, tender voice said: "Hello you."  She was standing in front of her mirror with 
the cordless.  "How are you?" Denny asked.  "You know what I want," she said, rubbing 
her crotch with her free hand.  "Uh, me too," he said, chuckling.  "So are you going to 
paint our house?" she asked.  "Yeah," he said, "Mr. Miller called me."  "Did you tell my 
loving husband I fucked you last night?" she asked.  Denny laughed, his voice rising 
slightly from the soft tone he had been speaking in. "Well, no, I didn't."   She went on: 
"Did you tell him that I sucked your cock and you came all over me?"   She laughed with 
his nervous denial.   "Why not?" she asked innocently.    He stumbled over his words and 
she laughed again.  "I have a confession to make," he said.  "Yeah..." she said.  "My two 
friends and I were talking just before Mr. Miller called."  "Oh?..." she said.  Denny said: 
"I hope you won't get mad but I told them about you and me."   He was worried she 
would be mad and when she said nothing he just kept talking, and lied about what he had 
said to them. "I just told them how beautiful you were and that we -----"  Audrey reacted 
with curiosity. "Go on."   He swallowed: "Kissed."   She found herself more than 
tantalized by this kid telling his friends about her.  "You're lying," she said, "you told 
them what we did, didn't you?"  He said nothing.  "Denny," she persisted.  "OK, I did, 
I'm sorry, I had to tell somebody."   Denny's father hung up the phone and walked in on 
Denny, forcing him to say: "OK, Mrs. Miller, thanks for asking us to paint for you. You 
won't be disappointed."      

	Audrey had talked Burt into taking their sons to his mother's until after dinner.  "I 
need a break," Audrey said, "and you know they love to go to Grandma's."   She did not 
want the kids around when she could flirt with Denny - and the two friends he was 
bringing.  The idea of their coming to her home, Denny and his two horny young friends, 
knowing what they know, with Burt right there too, got her mind racing.

	After Burt came back that afternoon from his mother's he noticed the three young 
men parked in the street in front of the Miller house for a moment before getting out.  
They were talking about how much money was at stake in the bet that they made.  
Denny's friends wagered that if they saw proof that this woman was doing their friend, 
they'd pay him fifty bucks - apiece, Denny insisted.  

Burt was in the garage entrance and walked out to the road as they debated .  He 
smiled and said to Denny, "are you the professional house painters we called about?"  He 
held out his hand and patted Denny on the shoulder.  Denny introduced Lemont and Billy.   
As Burt met Lemont he said: "are you going to be corrupting this young man when he 
comes downstate?"  They all laughed and Lemont grinned. "This young man? He is 
already corrupted!"   Lemont was a tall, well built fellow, with a good six inch height 
over Burt.  Burt was struck by the physique and the young man's large hands.   Burt 
looked at Billy, "are you looking forward to college?  Something tells me you better steer 
clear of these guys!"  They all laughed again, and beyond the usual high energy 
emanating from teenagers, there was the added excitement on the minds of these three 
boys.  They paced, they bobbed, they shifted weight from one foot to the other.  Burt 
noticed their inability to relax.  As they stood in the driveway each of them would look 
with curiosity toward the front door.  Burt noticed the shifting glances and the sense that 
they sometimes were not paying attention to him as they talked.

	Denny and his friends were very eager to see Burt's wife and to check out her 
body.  The taste of her was very much on Denny's mind.  He could think of nothing else.  
His sexual adventure with this lusty mom led his friends to go slightly crazy with 
anticipation.  Their groins were working overtime.  

	Audrey freshened up in the upstairs bathroom.  She could not stop thinking about 
Denny's admission that he had told his friends about her.  She couldn't wait to see Denny 
again and meet his friends, and flirt in front of her husband.



 	
  
